The ogre whose brain had been kicked into a 720-degree spin by Seiya was obviously dead on the spot.
Its corpse also slammed into and knocked away another ogre behind it.
As for the last ogre, according to the original plan, he had been responsible for covering any mistakes and launching the final sneak attack.
But the sudden chain of events made him forget his original purpose for a moment, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.
Seeing his opponent freeze up, Seiya naturally did not let such an opportunity slip by. He gripped his sword and advanced, then, just as the ogre reacted, cleaved him cleanly in two with a Diagonal Slash.
After taking down three ogres in a row, Seiya felt as though his speed and strength had improved quite a bit.
He looked up at the ogre whose arm he had severed first, then slowly raised one hand where he stood.
A magic circle swiftly formed before his palm. The next second, a Photon Sword shot from it, pierced straight through the ogre's heart, and took him out.
When the last ogre crawled out from beneath his companion's corpse and saw that he was the only one left, a baffled expression immediately appeared on his face.
Hadn't they agreed to work as a team? Yet in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left?
He looked at the mangled remains of his companions, who had died with their eyes open, then at Seiya, whose expression still seemed unsatisfied and even somewhat excited because killing monsters made him stronger. The sole surviving ogre no longer had any will to fight and turned around to run.
How was this some brat from the Human Realm? That crazed, unsatisfied expression he wore after slaughtering them—even the demon brats of