(Background BGM for this chapter: Cyberworld)
At the sound of that tremendous roar, many people atop the city walls froze involuntarily. Like their prince, they seemed utterly unable to believe that such a terrifying creature could exist in this world.
Though many had heard of the Balor's fearsome reputation in bardic tales, seeing it appear before them in reality still brought a shock and despair beyond words.
"We absolutely cannot let that thing get near the walls!"
With a spin, Eilwen swept the demons within thirty feet around him clean with his twin warblades. Turning back toward Altais, Aierlinni, and the others, he roared:
"Organize the men and retreat to the inner city! We probably can't hold them off for long!"
Before Altais could grasp what he meant, Eilwen continued to the Suzail Mage:
"Mage! Put a mental ward on us! Hurry!"
Only then did the Suzail Mage snap back to his senses and begin preparing the protective spell as instructed, though he still scarcely dared believe his own guess.
Could it be—
"ROAR!!!"
Then, beneath the utterly stunned gazes of the defenders, the elven Ranger suddenly swelled into a bronze dragon as enormous as a watchtower. Looking back at the Shield Dwarf fighting bloodily behind him, he called:
"Old Ten, we're going in!"
With that, he leaped from the city wall, dragging along Kike, whose tentacles had only just [Regenerated]. Kike cried out blankly:
"Again? Boss! Please, spare me."
He truly felt his fate was fucking cursed! Why did he have to risk his life against that kind of thing right after narrowly escaping death?!
But the words had barely left his mouth before Leviathan's booming voice drowned them out:
"Aha! Slaughter! I understand!
"My battle cry shall drown out their wails!
"Even the earth shall tremble before it!"