[WAAAAGH! Where did this stinking bird come from?!]
The thought flashed through the Green-Skinned Emperor's mind.
It seemed to have grown tired from flying, so it casually landed on the still-burning charred tree behind Holy Roland I and began resting there. Its pair of beady black eyes curiously studied the two figures below.
This situation left the Green-Skinned Emperor somewhat bewildered as well.
The battle between him and Holy Roland I had almost destroyed this entire woodland. Within the area, forget ordinary birds and beasts—even if there had been extraordinary creatures, they would have fled at the first sign of trouble and would never have dared approach.
Where had this black, stinking bird gotten the nerve to fly so leisurely right in front of him?
Moreover, the other party was currently bathing in those blazing flames, yet not a single one of its black feathers had been damaged.
Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have noticed these unusual details.
But now, having just fought a bloody battle with his old nemesis, he was both exhausted and exhilarated, wanting only to finish the other party off as quickly as possible!
[Whatever. I'll chop it down too!]
Even if it was a stinking bird and somewhat strange, he did not take it seriously at all. In the time it took for two thoughts to pass, the Green-Skinned Emperor's already-raised double-bladed battle-axe came crashing down.
He held nothing back, directly unleashing his strongest strike and raising a sky-swallowing Flame Wave!
Facing such a display, Holy Roland I, whose strength had long been exhausted, tried to raise the Pure White Holy Sword in his hand once more, only to discover that he no longer even had the strength to lift his sword. In the end, he could only plant both hands on it, close