"These two pigs seem to want to blame each other, still fighting among themselves at this moment."
The Tenth War God, Red Tourmaline Julius, listened to the message coming through his earpiece and cursed angrily.
"I told you the Empire's Special Operations Department shouldn't always be detached from the Capital Garrison Headquarters; this is a hidden danger left by Emperor Saint Baldo."
The Ninth War God, Ryan of the Purple Water Crystal, said, equally overwhelmed.
But they couldn't concern themselves with those trivial matters now.
Here was a mixed battle involving numerous eighth-order forces.
They simply had no time to assist the First Constabulary Brigade and the Empire's Special Operations Department.
"What sort of fellows are you exactly?"
The Twelfth War God, Cat's Eye Bianca, pointed at the three figures opposite, and reprimanded sternly.
"You can call me Guardian Lord."
