"Great! Great! I truly admire you! I can make an exception and give you a chance; as long as you are willing to surrender, I can spare your life!"
Orson looked at the arrogant Icaroya with a hint of appreciation.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself. I should give those words back to you. Withdraw now with your people, and I can spare your life."
Icaroya retorted unceremoniously.
"Good, very good. I want to see how strong you really are. Is your mouth as powerful as you make it out to be?"
Orson showed displeasure, and the surrounding space twisted like waves, fluctuating. Ever since it achieved high dimensions, it hadn't heard anyone talk to it like this in a long time.
Icaroya controlled the Fake VII Generation Biological Mecha·Harudis as its power exploded, and the Divine Pattern on the God Destruction Gun in her hand lit up.
She took the initiative, thrusting the spear towards Orson.
Orson raised his left hand and pointed, a golden Stance Barrier materializing out of thin air.
