Mendor as well as Garnet and many of the men still standing were in complete and utter shock from Zax’s performance.
“W-Who are you, sir?” Garnet asked in a faltering voice.
Although the surrounding view was a mass of sickening gore, there was not one person in the battlefield that carried himself so nonchalantly as Zax, while looking like a ghastly red devil that spawned right out of hell.
Zax rubbed his fingers and then waved his right hand, trying to get rid of some of the sticky blood and mushy meat. Usually such state did not disturb him that much that he could not wait to find suitable means to clean himself, but the insides of the Black Chrome Alligator smelled truly awful.
‘Mm? Is that old man speaking to me?’ From his inability to understand Garnet’s language, Zax was not awar
