A great plume of black smoke poured from inside the metal door. Soon, a tall figure walked out, holding a long-handled saber. The weapon was nearly three meters long overall, with a one-meter handle and a blade almost two meters long—sharp and unstoppable.
After a series of heavy footsteps, the Butcher of Living Beings emerged from the black smoke, while the enormous metal door behind him slowly faded away.
The Butcher of Living Beings had dark-red skin all over his body, with cracks faintly visible. The flesh within them had already dried up. The tattered clothes he wore hung down in strips, and fragments of broken armor still clung to the skin in some places.
"What the... hell is that thing!"
A female perception-type contractor took half a step back. For some reason, she felt that this temporary summon, summoned by someone unknown, seemed even stronger than the Black Ape.
"The Illusionist is awesome! With something this good, why didn't he bring it out sooner?"
A shout rang out, though no one knew who had yelled it. Hearing that shout, the contractors surrounding the Black Ape and enduring immense pressure all breathed a sigh of relief. The Black Ape's two warhammers were too long. If not for the Holy Shield Tank holding the line, along with four healers, no one could have stopped the Black Ape.
"You had to wait until now to use it."
The Holy Shield Tank stretched out one hand, maintaining the Energy Shield wall as he muttered.
"That's not my summon!"
The Illusionist shouted furiously, no longer able to maintain his expression of having everything under control. What he wanted to know now was which bastard had shouted that earlier line—the one saying, "The Illusionist is awesome!"
Inside the alternate space, Baja cleared his throat. He