To keep the Magic Frog Lord from stopping its summons of monster minions, Gauss occasionally attacked its vital spots to make it suffer. So even though his summons and companions were killing monsters in droves, many more were still on their way.
Of course, Gauss hadn't put all the pressure on his companions.
After confirming several times that the frog was trapped in his watery prison and unable to move, he joined the assault on the monsters.
The incoming monsters were mostly frogkin. The rest were several common types of monsters, all familiar old friends.
On the battlefield, a figure flashed rapidly from place to place.
A female shieldbearer was knocked to the ground by an attack. A goblin riding a hound was just about to stab her with its spear.
In the next instant, a sharp sword arc cleaved the goblin and its mount in two.
"Splurt!"
Blood burst through the air like fireworks.
"If you're injured, head to the rear for treatment. Don't push yourself."
A gentle voice sounded above the shieldbearer.
She was just about to thank him, but the figure lightly tapped the ground with his toe and had already drifted to an open patch of ground more than ten meters away.
He was like a killing machine honed to absolute precision, ruthlessly reaping the lives of every monster in sight with a skill that bordered on artistry.
The comparison fit because his movements were fast and precise, as if a sculptor were showing off his exquisite craftsmanship.
Even the most experienced Battle Master would have struggled to find fault with his technique.
Each movement seemed to have been carefully planned in advance. His toe touched down at exactly the right distance from each monster to attack comfortably, and every swing of his sword struck precisely