As they cursed like this, Dasaen's barrage filled with 666, and the interdimensional brothers loudly praised how well this wicked game's "localization" was done, and how the character of this strange NPC was really damn awesome.
However, the half-god of Star Realm was still quite reliable. With a gentle flick of its clock-shaped tail, the two lost fellows were sent back to the material world. But Mannis was in a bad mood, so he deliberately threw them at an altitude of 500 meters.
Fortunately, Cheche can fly...
Just as Dasaen embraced his head and screamed while falling from high above, a pair of gigantic blood wings suddenly unfolded, and Cheche swiftly grabbed Saen's hand, preventing him from embarrassingly crashing to death on the battlefield.
"Look! Sir Morphy is down there!"
Cheche flapped his wings and descended, saying to the still shaken Dasaen:
