"War? Does it need a reason?"
Leonidas retorted, stepping forward, his lips curled in a sneer.
"Just like when you all descended upon this world, did you notify anyone beforehand?"
"You say you don't want to start a war without reason. Are you joking with us?"
"What kind of character do dark races have? Do I really need to spell it out for you?"
"Hahaha…"
Leonidas's laughter was filled with ridicule, a deep-seated contempt and disdain that came from his very bones.
Hellhound Knight Kian's calm expression stiffened, then gradually darkened, becoming bone-chillingly cold.
Kian wasn't particularly angered that Leonidas had seen through his ploy and hadn't fallen for it.
However, Leonidas's mention of dark races, and the undisguised scorn in his laughter, was something Kian could not accept, nor tolerate.
"Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?"
"The power of us dark races is beyond your imagination."
