The Giantess did not dare take this lance head-on and immediately tried to retreat to keep her distance.
But just as Iver feinted a charge at her, he suddenly made a sly feint of his own and stopped his forward momentum.
At that moment of displacement, the Giantess misstepped and happened to retreat out of Iver's attack range.
The difference in their heights was simply too great.
Even after being enlarged by the Magic Cauldron, Iver was only three meters tall.
Facing the ten-meter-tall Giantess, he was as small as an underage child—or a slightly oversized dog.
Yet precisely because of that, the Giantess only had to retreat a little to leave his attack range.
The Giantess realized this as well.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
—How could this human use Rhongomyniad?! But it was already too late.
Iver transformed into a pure-white phantom and shot into the air with lightning speed, moving to her side. The Holy Lance, blazing with Holy Fire like a giant nail, plunged heavily into her heart from behind and to the side of her chest!
Holy Fire instantly surged into her rough, rubble-like skin. Cracks spread across the Giantess's skin like a spiderweb, and tiny sparks burst from them.
The strike landed perfectly, and her heart was scorched by Holy Fire. The Giantess's strength immediately began to wane. But she did not die at once.
Iver hung in midair, gripping the Holy Lance with one hand.
He planted his foot firmly against the Giantess and pulled out the Holy Lance using the recoil.
As she fell from the air, the Giantess viciously swung her hand axe at Iver, who had nowhere to dodge in midair.
Yet Iver neither feared nor evaded it. Instead, a strange and arrogant curve formed at the corner of his mouth.