Chapter 251

Chapter 251 - Hell Knight (1)

The severed 4 pairs of torsos rotated in one direction and scattered what they contained inside 360 degrees. Thanks to the strongly exuding smell of blood and visual effects, it drew attention in one shot.

"Keuryareu-!"

"Keureuk-?"

All the Corrupted ones nearby turned their gazes to Eugene. In the read-dyed eyes, thick fanaticism was gathered separately from extreme violence.

To think falling to hell and being embraced in the bosom of an evil god is considered salvation. What kind of corruption process one has to go through to become like that cannot be imagined.

"Freaks are coming! Please be careful!"

Rampage shouted.

When dealing with various monsters, warriors do not necessarily call them only by their official names. They tend to use nicknames that roll off the tongue well, and Freak was a perfectly appropriate expression.

"2-Layer Shield Wall Formation!"

At Eugene's shout, the 1st row Dwarves knelt and planted their shields into the ground. The 2nd row Dwarves raised their shields to the 2nd layer like stacking bricks on top of the shields planted in the ground.

Kung!

Kuung!

The Freaks engaged with body slams with strengthened muscles and bones, but the phalanx did not even budge.

It is a structure where 3 shields interlock top and bottom each, and the parts where the shields touch have grooves to combine like a puzzle. It is a structure where the weight and strength of 3 or more heavily armored Dwarves combine to maintain immense defense.

"T-These bastards were human, right?"

A rookie Dwarf saw a hand squeezing in between the shields. Every time the twisted 6 fingers wriggled, a dissonance like snapping tree branches was heard.

As the claws at the ends of the elongated fingers scratched and passed by the chain mail glove the Dwarf wore, 3 iron rings were ripped off and flowed. Terrifying strength and cutting power.

"Eeeek!"

He wanted to clear it away somehow, but the war hammer the rookie Dwarf possessed was awkward to swing in a 2-Layer Shield Wall Formation.

"Didn't I tell you to pack a hand hammer?"

The veteran Dwarf right next to him took out a hand hammer and pounded the Freak's hand recklessly.

Peok! Peok! Peoseok!

The finger joints struck heavily like whacking moles shattered messily and then slipped right out.

Then this time, 2 hands came in simultaneously. Because their arm strength was so good, as they trembled trying to pry it open fOrcefully, the space between the shields widened little by little.

This shield combination is extremely strong against fOrce colliding from the front, but relatively vulnerable to attempts to pry the space between shields apart.

"Do these crazy bastards see us as easy!"

"Seems you have fingers to spare?"

Of course, the Dwarves weren't just watching. From everywhere between the shield walls, the work of breaking fingers whilst striking down with hand hammers was in full swing.

"Kkeouuuu-."

The Freaks suffering 12-digit comminuted fractures in an instant howled in pain. Unable to pierce the shield wall at all, they changed their strategy and tried to climb over it.

Then, as if waiting, Eugene swung Blackout.

Sseongdung!

The Freaks' heads peeking up over the shield wall were cut horizontally and fell to the ground. The hands gripping the top of the shield wall still hung their bodies that became corpses whilst maintaining their grip.

It is not only the Dark Elf archer unit that has good affinity with the Dwarf phalanx. Eugene too could swing his axe to his heart's content without worry of attacking allies unlike usual.

Keureung-!

The smart Might understood its master's intentions without any particular explanations.

Tukwang!

When it seemed the Freaks were coming over the shield wall, it kicked the ground making a roaring sound and flew to that place. And another slash that followed.

Teolssok.

Pulsseok.

The Freaks who had climbed up to their chests over the shield wall were ground diagonally and flipped backward. From the clean cut surface, steam rose thickly for a moment and then collapsed as is.

It literally is a Wailing Wall. Not a single bastard could cross over the Dwarf phalanx blocking the village entrance.

Sometimes, the axe blade scratched past the top of the shield wall, showering hundreds of yellow sparks.

"Uwat?!"

"My beard!"

The Dwarves who suddenly received a baptism of sparks on their necks and beards were also startled.

"Sorry."

Eugene, patting the Dwarves' helmets, confirmed the encirclement returning to the sides and rear of the village. The shield wall was laid everywhere front, back, left, and right, and arrows flew over it.

"No need to hurry. Slowly tighten it and dry them to death."

Eugene narrowed the encirclement as is without necessarily committing knights.

"Keuheoeong-!"

When the final Freak fell, the bastard had its entire body ravaged by spear shafts and bolts receiving hundreds of gazes watching it.

* * *

After the battle ended, the corpses were gathered in one place for incineration.

"Please move this over here."

Receiving the Dwarves' cooperation, Marbas sorted out 3 corpses and lined them up in a row. Eugene crouched in front of the corpse placed on the far left.

"You placed them in order of mutation, I see."

"Indeed. Since I too only encountered this through books, and it's my first time seeing it directly. Wouldn't it be good to know even a little about the enemy?"

In front of each corpse's head, Dwarves are waiting on standby to strike down with hammers at any time just in case.

"There is no big difference in individuals that mutated not long ago?"

"The skin color becomes severely murky, so if we observe well, we should be able to prepare in advance."

It was the same as the guy first discovered at the village entrance. If looked at roughly, they would be seen as about the level of a refugee who suffered a harsh situation. However, the 2nd corpse had its mutation proceed distinctly.

"The deformation of the bodily extremities is large. The fingers and toes became longer and harder. The nails and toenails became sharp like hooks."

"From this point on, it is immensely dangerous even with bare hands and bare feet without particular weapons. Seeing as they scratched even chain mail gloves, they got ripped off. Conscripts wearing cloth armor or such will be torn bloody."

At that time, Marbas and Eugene smelled a fragrance felt wafting in. Before they knew it, Maria was crouching between them.

"It is not just nails and toenails. It's real claws and talons."

"Ung?"

To the two men wondering what she meant, Maria showed the mutated fingers and claws.

"A human's nail is strictly speaking skin pretending to be a nail."

"You mean it's tissue where the skin mutated and hardened, right? Growing is also taking the skin as its root."

"My."

Maria covered her mouth with a surprised face at Eugene understanding at once. Because this was a subject known only to an extreme minority of doctors even in Barcia, where medical science is outstanding.

"You are correct. Count. However, this thing's claws and talons take a form not covering from above, but grew out as if sprouting from the ends of the appendages. Besides the size or hardness, the location or shape has changed too. Structurally, it is close to bone."

"No wonder it endured well even struck down with a hand hammer."

A Dwarf added a word recalling the time of the battle.

The final 3rd female Freak had the most severe mutation. The left foot had no big difference from Maria's foot size, but the right foot including the elongated toes was to the extent of covering Maria's entire stomach. The claws attached at the ends are akin to those of a bird of prey.

Crucially, as many as 3 horns just starting to grow like a young goat were seen on her forehead.

"This is the reason the pagan army is dangerous. Because it's not the dead, but they corrupt the living into residents of hell. They transform even harmless people who lived solely farming all their lives into evil spirit-like warriors. Regardless of men and women, young or old."

"Asking just in case, is even reproductive ability maintained?"

At Eugene's question, Marbas nodded his head.

"Since they're the living not undead, pregnancy and childbirth are also possible. It's said if they bear a child in this state, the fetus is pickled in Evil and an even more wicked existence is born. I also heard it as an oral tradition from my Master, so I cannot be 100% certain, so listen to it taking it with a grain of salt."

"No. It will probably be accurate. Because a mutated uterus like hell's furnace is felt."

Eugene and Marbas felt the wicked mystery hovering below the crazy woman's abdomen. Even though it was being chipped away having met death, its concentration was extraordinary compared to other parts of the body.

"There is a saying that even when mortal sworn enemies engage in a bloody battle, if pagans appear, they all aim their weapons at that place togAAether. That did not come out for no reason."

It is a threat incomparable even to an undead army created due to many deaths occurring from plagues or war. Because if they don't pluck the sprouts in time, it could snowball and even swallow civilization itself.

"In what method does this kind of mutation occur? I don't think it would be transmitted by being scratched or bitten."

If it were so, the world would have been much harsher.

"Breaking the will of neutralized humans and blowing wicked whispers into their souls and bodies. It is contents written in the Ancient Kingdom's records that subjugated the pagan army."

"As long as I keep winning, my subordinates are safe, I see. That is enough."

After investigating a few more things, Eugene incinerated the corpses and left the village.

"Where will your next destination be? Going to the place where the Baron is as is?"

"Baron Hafen is enduring inside a stone castle, so he will undoubtedly be fine for a while. I plan to go to Lyra Monastery rather than that."

It is a clinic concurrently serving as a knightly monastic order that heals women whose bodies weakened through physical training.

Thanks to the doctrine itself placing extreme importance on physical training and strength, it was famous for possessing outstanding armed monastics even compared to other monastic orders.

"It is a good judgment. It should be the fOrce one can rely on the most in the Baron's territory currently."

"If they are still safe, that is."

Naturally, there is nothing better than the monastery being safe and joining fOrces. However, if it's in a state of having fallen to the pagans, it is also the place to destroy first.

Even mere peasants become ferocious fighters to this extent, what if they were people who devoted their entire lives to physical training? They had to strike them down before the mutations grew bigger.

* * *

Just like Eugene's army, Count Morad's army and Walter's Emperor's army were also heading to Lyra Monastery.

- The monastics there are one thing for martial prowess, but they are familiar with the geography of the Baron's territory. If we can ask for cooperation, it will be a big help.

- We brought the Emperor's requisition permit, so if things go well we should be able to receive monastic knights, or holy water at the very least.

Neither side placed expectations on the Baron holed up in the castle with a handful of troops. Thanks to that, a bizarre situation unfolded where 3 strong armies gathered at a mere Baron's territory monastery.

However, owing to the dangerous public order, there were no travelers passing by, and due to the sudden dispatch, spies couldn't be deployed either. As a result, while the three armies gathered in one place, they had no way to know of each other's existence in advance.

"What did you say right now? The Count Morad family?"

"No, why is the Emperor's army here?"

Count Morad and Walter who arrived before Eugene. Both sides met at the crossroad where the monastery was seen and were flustered. Still, since they had no thought of fighting each other, they could enter negotiations for the time being.

"My name is Walter. Deputy director of the Roman Internal Affairs Ministry."

"I am Count Morad."

The representatives of both armies each led their knights and came out to the temporarily established meeting place.

"We came to subjugate the pagans receiving His Majesty the Emperor's command. We sufficiently recognize your anger towards His Majesty. However, please acknowledge that we are an army transcending any political interests right now. We came here solely for the one purpose of driving out the wicked power. Honorable nobles of Roman. Please consider the suffering people and the great cause."

It was the reason a political bureaucrat, not a knight, leads the Emperor's pagan subjugation fOrce.

Along with there being the mobilization of monsters to fight, there was a need for a knack to avoid meaningless quarrels. The capacity to suppress one's pride, exalt the opponent, and focus on the mission. Things like this are difficult to expect from knights.

"We also came to drive out the bandits and monsters rampant in the Baron's territory. I have no thought of cooperating with the Emperor's army, but if you fight first, I will not interfere. However, there is a condition."

Count Morad too has no reason to interfere when the opponent steps up bleeding and sweating in their stead. Of the Allied FOrces nobles, it is also the family with the most practical mindset.

"Please state the condition. I will listen attentively."

"To leave the Baron's territory immediately as soon as the pagan subjugation is over. You must not contact Baron Hafen even during the subjugation either."

In a word, it meant if you guys fight hard, they will monopolize the fruits themselves.

"Such cheeky bastards!"

"L-Look at the state of those greedy bastards talking!"

The Emperor's knights were enraged and raged, but Walter suppressed them.

"Calm down, everyone. They can call for reinfOrcements from the Western Allied FOrces nearby, but we are alone. We must focus solely on completing the mission."

Right now, the ones who were desperate and at a disadvantage were themselves.

"I will accept that condition."

"I appreciate your devotion for the people. We too will help the subjugation, albeit with what little power we have."

Now it was time to establish the distance between both armies. First, they formed a temporary truce in front of a common enemy, but to share joys and sorrows togAAether is absurd.

If they broke the alliance around the time the pagans are wiped out and struck them in the back of the head, they'd suffer a devastating blow. Considering the deep rift and greed between both armies, it was a perfectly possible occurrence.

"Does Sir Walter not even know the basics of war? With merely a half-day's distance, it's difficult to respond if by chance the Morad bastards undergo a change of heart. We must distance ourselves by a day."

"Do you think I don't know that? This Baron's territory has no rivers, so the water sources are only wells or springs!"

A situation where the village is also destroyed and merchants don't traverse. The bases where a large army could camp were strictly limited.

There is no way two armies in a state of hostile symbiosis can amicably set up encampments togAAether. Having the water source in the middle and distancing by half a day each was the best. If they distanced further by a day's distance, only each other would become tired.

"Let's not do this and just sweep away Count Morad's army first. If we catch the head, we can persuade the surrendered mercenaries with silver coins. It's presenting even additional troops to His Majesty alongside the pagan subjugation."

"..."

Walter felt like he would get hair loss because of knights babbling whatever nonsense as advice.

The thing that saved him, ironically, was the pagan army. Wicked ones came out to meet them from the Lyra Monastery near the meeting place. Corrupt priestesses holding weapons were advancing.

"Kik... Kikkik!"

The mouths of the priestesses who used to sing praises for God and mercy for the weak. From that place, only a craving for violence and sneers for all good deeds are flowing out now.

The murky skin seen between disheveled hair and torn clothes. Sclerotizing into an unknown carapace, they are gradually moving away from humans.

Toe bones bulged thickly enough to be clearly seen over the instep as well. Much like those of a reptile.

Jeolgeureok.

Deolgeureok.

Behind the corrupted priestesses, the refugees they tried to protect follow becoming undead.

All of them are in a skeleton state cleanly stripped of flesh clumps. Seeing the priestesses holding daggers and butcher knives while splattered with blood, it is obvious who did the work.

"Dammit. The monastery was gotten too."

Walter spat a curse and stood up. Count Morad also stepped back receiving the guard of his vassals. The Emperor's knights, who were full of complaints, also realized now is not the time to argue such things. Because the true enemy of the world has appeared.

"Those things are no longer priestesses. Leave not a speck of mercy and strike them down with all your power."

"Crossbowmen forward! Spearmen maintain formation firmly! Enemies have neither armor nor shields! No one will die if we do just as trained!"

The two armies observing and being wary of each other throughout the meeting pivoted in the direction of the monastery without a who-first.

"Kkiyaaaaaa-!"

A priestess aiming intensely elongated index fingers at both armies screamed. Thereupon, the slowly approaching pagan army charged all at once.

"Shoot!"

"Do not spare throwing spears! His Majesty will deduct it all!"

Numerous projectiles were launched, but the skeletons at the vanguard took it all. The corrupted priestesses didn't mindlessly charge possessed by madness. They effectively attacked whilst utilizing minimal tactics.

"Dammit! It's not working?"

"They're coming!"

Eugene's army utilizing equipment countering all sorts of enemies is abnormal. Most armies are specialized against similar human beings or Orc-level monsters.

Reaching without particular damage, the skeletons threw their entire bodies.

"Aak!"

"M-My hand...!"

Shields normal in size and durability unlike the Dwarves'. The soldiers' defense was not that good. They endured power struggles of body slams or rubbing well, but were helpless against biting and scratching exposed areas in a delayed attack situation.

"D-Don't come! Don't come I say!"

The spearmen of the Morad family freaked out and screamed. Because the spear phalanx they constructed was disadvantageous for blocking skeletons.

The aimed spears passed straight through the empty ribs. The skeletons closer in that way inflicted deep cut wounds on the spearmen's arms with daggers held in their hands.

"Knights of Morad! Charge!"

"For Saint Rohana!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

However, as the knights sortied, the situation reversed in an instant.

As heavily armored knights struck with shields and swung maces and swords, whAAether skeletons or corrupted priestesses, all of them were ground away. Those who fell were minced into bits by horse hooves fitted with steel horseshoes.

"Kkiyaat-!"

"Not a chance!"

An Emperor's knight who organized three skeletons in one breath blocked a short spear the priestess threw as a surprise attack with his shield. As the short spear losing its kinetic energy luckily fell before his eyes, he snatched it from the air and threw it right back.

Peoeok!

A corrupted priestess who collapses pierced in the heart by the spear she threw.

"Kiya! This is it!"

"Sir Knight you are excellent!"

The mercenaries cheered with one mind regardless of Morad's army and the Emperor's army. Though usually arrogant and annoying humans, indeed in this kind of situation there is no existence as reliable as a knight.

As the war situation was organizing, Walter drove his horse towards Count Morad's side.

"This is it right here. Count. Now is the time to join fOrces against a common enemy."

"Sir Walter. What will we do with the purification of the monastery's interior?"

"..."

"..."

At the political fight resuming anew, both sides scrutinized each other.

There must be enemies inside the monastery too, but their numbers would be greatly reduced. Being a place occupied by the evil army, the monastery's items that could become money could be legally acquired.

'You go in first. Upon all you people's business being finished, we will go in, just confirm the sweep operation, and return to His Majesty.'

Walter wanted to say that and finish the matter. But if he did that, the Emperor's knights fighting bravely over there would try to plunge those sword blades into him. Since this was a spoil of war that absolutely could not be conceded.

'To be greedy noble bastards whose brains are pickled in greed! While possessing gold mines too, why are they so greedy?'

Walter tightly bit his lip and agonized over a negotiation proposal. And this time too, the one that saved him was the pagan army.

"Oh, God."

A giant stood behind the annihilating skeletons and priestesses.

A huge body likely twice that of a sturdy adult male. In front of a bulk looking down on Bugbears, Trolls, and even Ogres, the veteran mercenaries all lost their spirits.

His skin is ashen, yet looks clean and hard like carved from rock.

The most bizarre thing is that, unlike other monsters, he is surprisingly similar to a human from facial features to body shape. Everyone on the battlefield shuddered at the uncanny valley visiting ahead of the era.

"Worship! Our god was satisfied with our sacrifices and sent his knight!"

"Ooooh!"

"Heuaaaah!"

As a man in a black monastic robe who appeared with the giant shouted, the priestesses clasped both hands and worshipped in ecstasy.

Just like the Bonyard forest's pagan mage or Britannia's Orc shaman did. The existence that descended to the present world through a sacrificial ritual is this giant.

However, the rituals performed by the previous two were no more than imperfect. The sacrificial ritual completed by the chosen high priest leading the pagan fOrces could summon a much higher-dimensional existence.

"Wicked demonic beast! Who are you looking down on?!"

Only a knight kept his courage burning a competitive spirit even in this situation. Focusing his spear, an Emperor's army knight positioned closest charged.

In front of the knight's charge, the giant raised a foot fitting the expression robust. And when it was barely a few meters away, he stomped the ground with his full power.

Kwang!

The knight endured that roaring sound and vibration, but the military horse could not.

Hihihing-!

The military horse running at full speed staggered at the shock and sound and tumbled over noisily. The knight flew forward due to the recoil, but didn't smash into the ground.

Kwak.

Because the giant grabbed the knight in mid-air.

"Keueueuk! L-Let go of thi..."

The knight groaned at the pain constricting his entire body. His arms were regrettably also held stored inward, so he couldn't even cut hands with his sword to escape.

"Sir Galin! What are you doing? Hurry up and shoot!"

At another knight's scolding, the crossbowmen who suddenly regained their wits fired bolts.

However, the rock-like texture wasn't for nothing. Dozens of bolts only made scratches on the giant's skin.

"Kkeuaaaak!"

Meanwhile, shattered iron fragments, metal rings, and silver coins showered down from the grasping giant's grasp. As a few seconds more of time passed, blood poured down like squeezed grapes.

Teolssok.

The miserably dead knight's corpse fell to the ground and made a dull thud.

"This cursed demonic beast!"

"I will avenge Sir Galin!"

The crazy knights in a different sense did not lose their fighting spirit even amidst this.

"Count! Please issue the charge order!"

"We must not let that honorable knight's death be in vain!"

The Morad family's knights too forgot the hostility accumulated throughout the civil war and desired to join in. Roxanne also wearing a helmet entered preparations to charge. She, faithful to noblesse oblige, considered it dishonorable to be left out of this fight.

"I disallow."

"Count!"

"Father!"

For that reason, when Count Morad prohibited their participation, everyone turned back to their liege with surprised faces.

"Look straight at the monster there. Are you saying to push all my knights into a death trap?"

While doing so, the Imperial Faction knights were already in a state having entered engagement.

"Uwaaaaaah!"

"Die, this demonic beast!"

However, unless it was about the level of a spear thrust carrying the military horse's charging power, they couldn't properly inflict damage on the giant.

Kwaaang!

Not a figurative expression, but truly a punch like hitting with a rock. The knight and military horse turned to mush flew through the empty air.

The giant grabbed the legs of a tattered military horse and swung it like a club, blowing away a knight on its flank.

"You bastard!"

After lightly raising his foot to dodge the attack of a knight aiming for his ankle from behind, he violently stomped down as is.

"Kul-leok!"

The knight whose waist became flat along with his military horse struggled, vomited a literal bucket of blood, and then slumped lifelessly.

"Dammit! Summoners! Release the prepared things!"

Walter quickly made a decision.

"But Count Morad's family is watching everything, how can..."

"Even if we release the monsters, we have to do it in a more secluded place."

The summoners displayed difficulty. Because originally they intended to secretly release monsters at night during an independent operation.

Because no matter how much it's striking evil with evil, showing the world that they employ monsters brings no good. Especially if it's this era where rumors get distorted as they please.

"If I tell you to release them, release them!"

"Sir Walter. His Majesty will definitely reprimand..."

"I'm telling you I'll take responsibility?! We will all die at this rate!"

Even while their elites were being consumed quickly, the giant still hadn't shed a drop of blood. On top of that, the mentality of the soldiers not involved in the battle was right on the verge of shattering.

At this rate, it was a problem even if they somehow defeated the giant. Because the moment they received the changed-heart Count Morad's attack, everyone togAAether would be captured as prisoners.

The large cart's seal was undone. As the summoners pressed the tattoos drawn on their foreheads with their index and middle fingers and chanted incantations, shadows slouching from within popped out.

"It's monsters! It's a monster attack!"

"Be quiet! It's because our summoners are employing them!"

Walter shouted at the Morad knights' fuss.

"What, you mobilized monsters to war?"

"We're going to catch that giant with these guys! Are you folks going to criticize us while just observing without helping? If I can save the honorable knights shedding blood over there, I will endure any stigma!"

"...!"

In front of Walter's logic, the Morad family's knights shut their mouths. It was improvisation displaying momentarily, but it was because that was so surprisingly effective.

Knights who lived being tempered with courage and honor couldn't plead anything to that argument.

"Go! Kill that wicked demonic beast!"

6 Wargs, 1 Troll, and 1 Minotaur charged out shrieking strange cries. Behind them were 8 summoners forming hand signs and concentrating on familiar magic.

The Emperor's knights were already in a state of being smashed up whAAether they were dead or alive, so they did not become obstacles to the monsters' charge.

Kkulkkeok.

"If it's a Troll..."

"There's the Minotaur's horns too."

The experienced mercenaries tightly clenched their fists looking at the backs of the nightmare-like mid-size monsters. Because leaving the Wargs aside, if it were those two, it felt they could sufficiently try fighting even a giant.

Among the monsters, the one that reached the giant first was the Troll. Because it was equipped with immortal regenerative abilities, it was given a sort of tanker role in battle.

In the Troll's hands, an extra-large mace forged in the imperial capital's blacksmith was held.

Buuuuung!

An immense wind pressure disallowing comparison to that of a knight tore the atmosphere, but cleaved through empty air.

"■■■!"

The Troll shrieked a strange cry and swung two, three times more, but the giant lightly dodged it. And stretching his hand in a surprise attack, he grabbed the Troll's face.

"A Troll with one hand?"

The mercenaries stared blankly at the Troll's feet struggling in mid-air. Even arriving at a bulk 2~3 heads larger than a sturdy man, in front of the giant an inevitable weight class difference couldn't be helped.

"■■■■!"

The Troll struck the giant's arm with the mace held in its hand.

Peoeok!

Peok!

Because a proper posture didn't come out, the power was less, but it was definitively stronger than the knights' attacks. Because the giant frowned for the first time.

The giant who clenched his fist lodged a hit precisely as is into the Troll's abdomen.

Ppeoeong!

A much louder striking sound than the Troll's mace erupted.

Teonggeureong.

As the mace dropped from the Troll's hand, saliva drooled from its hideous mouth. However, the giant was not satisfied with that.

Body blows lodging into the Troll's flank in succession.

Peong! Peong! Peong! Kwadeuk!

The sound of beating a large drum and the sound of the Troll's ribs breaking resounded successively.

Jureureureuk.

The Troll's eyes rolled backward and it vomited blood in streams from its mouth. The giant observing it for a moment tossed it aside.

What remained is 1 Minotaur and 6 Wargs.

Ssi-iiik.

Very faintly, a smile was formed on the face of the giant looking as if carved from a rock.

"Hi, hik."

Some of the mercenaries who saw that lost strength in their legs, and someone wet themselves.

Around the time the giant charged with a sound shaking the earth's axis, the Mayer family's army arrived at the outskirts of the monastery grounds.

* * *

"It doesn't seem we're late... but what in the world is this situation?"

A scene where a giant exuding deep mysteries of another world is engaging in a gang fight with monsters, while 3 armies are gathered.

Even whilst forming a reluctant expression, Eugene grasped Blackout's handle.