“Don’t try to hit him on your own! Surround him and attack at once!”
He ordered, and several soldiers moved to surround the kobold.
“Ganging up and beating him to a pulp, eh? How unoriginal.”
“There is no advantage greater than numbers! Get him!”
No matter how his movements were suited to dealing with crowds, there would be no way to deal with this many attacking together.
However, as the enemy came, the kobold thrust out his left sword and shouted.
‘Go, Hati!’
Eight flashes of silver burst forth, searing the faces of the charging soldiers and shattering their knees.
‘Pierce, Skoll!’
The right sword unleashed a golden radiance as he held it up high. It pierced through the chests of the remaining soldiers, blasting them again.
‘Come! Guto!’
‘Awooo!’
The white wolf leapt through the crowd, and in an instant, carried the kobold away from the group.
As they vanished from the scene, the camp was left in chaos.
“Skoll, the one who devours the sun. And Hati, the one who swallows the moon. Sheto’s new power comes from brother blades.”
The Dragon God said in a singing voice.
“Fenrir Tooth, the twin fangs of the demon wolf. Don’t you think that it’s a fitting name for a weapon wielded by a beast that devours the chosen Hero of a god?”
“Damn you…!”
Furukamuto bit down on his lip at the divine weapon that had proved to be more versatile than expected. As a creation of the gods, its power was only average. But the blessing placed on it, as well as the kobold’s fighting style, created an astonishing combination.
“But in the end, he is still one creature fighting alone! Immediately dispatch reinforcements…”
“Oh? Do you really think that this is all that I prepared?”
The Dragon God’s long claw pointed towards the edge of the front lines.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Demon General. It is now your turn. Run wild to your heart’s content.”
‘Ah, so I am finally called.’
The minotaur stood at the frontlines and raised his head as he glared at the ranks before him.
‘Then I will go!’
He kicked off the ground and charged towards the Hero’s army alone.
“Rediculous! What can a single monster do! Yasuharu! You deal with the kobold in the camp. I will handle the battlefield!”
Such an attack was well within expectations. And so he ordered part of the infantry to advance, and placed several magicians among them.
“Layer defensive magic over the infantry at the front! Ultimately, he is nothing more than a brute who relies on raw strength!”
A clear, icy blue light enveloped the shield-bearing soldiers. Paying them no mind, the demon general raised his axe.
“Im-impossible?!”
As if cutting down grass, Berganda’s axe swept through them, severing the heads of the soldiers in a single stroke.
The great doubled-headed axe was red, not with blood, but with the crimson of break arts.
“…Don’t tell me… That demon general accepted a divine blessing!?”
“Are you stupid? Look at his back.”
The back of his armor was blue. No… There was something clinging onto him and casting the break arts all over the general’s body.
‘I-I’ve got nothing against you guys!’
The young dragon shouted as he was strapped to the general’s back.
‘But I swore on what Keita left behind… I’ll make sure Sheto wins, no matter what!’
