Blood Demon and Rhino Man

The problem was that the myths contained too few descriptions of the Rhino Man. Mel already knew everything the stories depicted, but had no idea what this guy's weakness was. In truth, he had no weakness at all.

"Carlos slaughtered my homeland! I will never let him go!"

"So, I really don't know Carlos. Can you let me go?"

"No. Everyone who has seen me is dead."

As soon as the Rhino Man finished speaking, he shot into the air like a cannonball launched after a high-speed run-up. Mel could only accelerate his simulated cycle to gain altitude and evade the dangerous attack.

It seemed he could not lead this guy toward the humans, or many people would die.

With that in mind, Mel lured the Rhino Man onward toward the demon camp. There was still the Blood Demon among the demons; he should be able to contend with this rhinoceros, right?

There was no clear ranking among the Ten Apostles. In the current stories, the publicly acknowledged strongest was the Sword Apostle, followed by the Primal Witch.

As Mel continued accelerating, the Blood Demon, who had been sitting calmly in the Demon King's Army camp, felt every cell in his body begin to boil. It was an instinctive battle hunger—an immensely powerful target was approaching.

The Blood Demon grabbed his greatsword and shot out of the Demon King's Army camp, turning into a crimson-black afterimage.

He raced across the open battlefield and slammed violently into the silver-gray Rhino Man.

The greatsword clashed with the iron hammer, and the tremendous force blasted a deep crater five meters in radius into the ground.

The thunderous impact made Mel's eardrums ache. He could only fly forward as hard as he could. The instant he landed in the demon camp, a group of