Faced with Hellerchein, who was slaughtering his way through the battlefield with no one able to stop him, Giant King Elnino's face darkened with rage.
He raised the Wounding Branch blazing in his hand, then suddenly swung it down!—In that instant.
A scorching aura, like the searing flames of hell, came from the void and instantly filled the entire battlefield!
It was as if invisible wheels of heat were rolling across the ground. Even the blood rain in the air was completely evaporated before it could reach the earth.
Immediately afterward, semicircular blade scars resembling flaming butterflies and feathers condensed in the sky.
They blotted out the sun and covered the heavens.
Looking up, they seemed like countless stars.
Every one of those blade scars was searing red, so deep that it seemed to cleave space itself.
As Elnino turned his gaze toward Hellerchein, the endless blade scars converged into one place, condensing into a long river.
They flowed through the air like a giant serpent, winding toward Iver! The earth split apart and the rocks shattered—every obstacle was instantly ground to pieces before those blade scars.
Yet when the blade scars swept past the Skinless Ones, they did not harm them at all!
Because these "Following Swords" were born from Elnino's anger and moved according to his will!
However fast he could imagine them moving, that was how fast they could fly!
Watching the serpent of flaming blades hurtle toward them at an unreasonable speed, Oligan, seated behind Iver, suddenly narrowed his pupils.
"—Careful!"
There was no doubt about it—that was a speed ordinary people could never evade! Elnino merely imagined the endless Following Swords racing forward, and they came screaming toward them!
It was as if someone suddenly conceived the murderous thought of having a person hacked to