The Kamen Riders and Indian Soldiers present...
They had thought that once Alexei transformed into Kamen Rider Orthrus Vulcan, he would possess the strength to fight Woreberg, or even defeat him.
But the result snuffed out the hope that had just risen in them.
Alexei was still as flimsy as paper before Woreberg.
With an earth-shaking crash, he flew backward like a cannonball, blasted away again by that double-headed scythe.
This time, before he could fly very far, Woreberg's figure blurred again, turning into a black-and-yellow afterimage.
Moving at a speed that inspired despair, he overtook him from behind and instantly caught up above Alexei.
Bang!
Woreberg's thick leg stomped down, kicking Alexei hard in the chest.
Alexei immediately crashed to the ground like a meteor.
With a massive roar, great swaths of hard ground cracked and caved in, shattered stones shooting through the air.
The next second, Woreberg stepped on him and looked down from above.
On that hideous insect face, a cruel sneer twisted into shape, and his grating voice echoed across the battlefield:
"You really are weak, human hero~"
The sight left everyone present completely dumbstruck.
The Indian Soldiers' hands trembled violently around their guns.
The Kamen Riders were also utterly horrified, feeling as if they had plunged into an ice cellar.
"H-How is this possible..."
Pain tore through Alexei's entire body as he was pinned underfoot.
At that moment, disbelief filled his heart.
He had actually been defeated so easily, without even the slightest room to resist.
"Die."
Woreberg raised the double-headed great scythe in his hand, preparing to execute Alexei, then slaughter every human at the scene who had sunk into despair.
But then, an abrupt change occurred.
Rumble—
Along with a surging blast wave like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, an unbelievably fast, massive