Defeat meant death.
But to Dorry, death itself was not frightening.
What was frightening was that he was about to lose beneath the Hagoku used by humans.
"This has to be... Elbaf's curse..."
Dorry lowered his head, his expression gloomy as he looked at the greatsword broken into two pieces in his hand.
Bang—!
The upper half of the broken sword fell to the ground with a dull thud, sending up clouds of dust.
The faith and pride of the Blue Ogre of the former Giant Soldier Pirates, who had come from Elbaf and was revered as an idol by countless giant children, had been broken in two just like the greatsword before him.
The high spirits on his face were gone.
In their place was a dejected expression, his fighting spirit completely extinguished.
The moment the greatsword in Dorry's hand broke, the direction of the battle had become perfectly clear.
Maud looked at Dorry's ashen face and once again assumed the Hagoku starting stance.
Given the current situation, he had at least three tactical methods of defeating Dorry.
But he chose to continue using Hagoku.
Even if it left him utterly exhausted, he did not care.
What he wanted to see was not a giant who had given up resisting.
"Your sword breaks, and you already look ready to give up. So Elbaf's warriors are only this much, huh?"
"!!!"
Dorry suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at Maud, his gaze gradually sharpening.
How could he disgrace the name of a warrior...?
Even in defeat, he would die standing!
In an instant, the fierce aura that had vanished earlier flared back to life like dead ashes reignited, radiating from Dorry once more.
Meeting the change in Dorry's gaze, Maud said no more. His arm tensed and bulged as