Crack!

Malecia broke the neck of the black magician who was trying to make excuses, tossed aside the corpse, and stared around. Then, he approached the black magician who had sand dust on his clothes just like his dead mate.

"No! Not me!"

Malecia grabbed and shut his mouth blocking all excuses. Then, he grabbed his shoulder and pushed hard to snap his neck.

"You bastard! What are you doing?!” The old man roared and glared at Malecia, but the latter simply looked down at the spectators with cold eyes.

"Ninety precious soldiers died in order to protect these insects. Don't disappoint me any further.”

“You dare! You’re nothing but a powerless swordsman insect. What?! Don't let you down? You think you can say whatever you want just because you have that person’s favor?!"

Malecia closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. He spoke in a low voice, "Didn’t I tell you not to let me down?" 

A black magician, seated on the ground, stood up and shouted. "Ha, so? What are you going to do about it?"

At his cry, other black magicians rose from their seats...