- I can't maintain this form! -
The fearsome Decemvir Tiphereth would even block out the sun with a disco ball in the name of beauty. Arthur's group returns to Britannia,
but can they save her neon-coated friends and people...?
I'll kill all of you!
Ich werde euch alle töten!
¡Los mataré a todos!
¡Os mataré a todos!
Je vais tous vous tuer !
Vi ucciderò tutti!
Todos vão morrer!