Chapter 220: No Longer Alone
Greed smiled, but his eyes remained blank as he just shook his head. "Stupid humans," he sighed.
"Mon frère," purled Lust as he stepped out from behind Wrath. "You just made the worst mistake of your life."
It didn’t even take five minutes for Lust to have completely destroyed the human army in front of him. He didn’t even need his brothers’ help with it. A little bit of toxic mist, and everyone but the man in the middle fell to the ground, screaming and crying in pain.
"This is getting old," sighed Greed, echoing his meat sack’s previous statement. "Why can’t you just leave us alone? The world has almost finished burning. We could have always come back to play with you later... but no. You insisted that we kill everyone today. You realize that the death of your friends is all on your hands, right?"
"What’s your name?" asked Wrath, cocking his head to the side. "You stink like military, and those men were willing to die for you. You must be someone important."
"I’m not," replied the man, biting his lip so hard that he bit clean through it. "I am Captain Boudreaux from the 91st infantry."
Wrath looked around at the now silent men on the ground. There had to have been more than a hundred of them, all told—much more than the smaller survivor groups that they had been picking off as their paths crossed.
"You thought you would win simply because you had the numbers, didn’t you?" mused Wrath, slowly turning his attention back to Boudreaux.
"Please," whispered the captain, his gun shaking with his hands as he continued to point it at Greed.