However, its invitation to battle failed to get across. The Orc dialect from a century ago differed far too greatly from the Kingdom's modern common tongue.
To Dark, it sounded more like a threatening roar.
Yet with communication having failed, both sides launched their attacks at the same time!
"Meow!"
Mismagius seemed completely unaffected by the tense atmosphere, letting out a cheerful cry.
The next moment, under Dark's command, it floated forward and merged into the "Nightmare Space."
In the Orc Sword Saint's eyes, the ghost-like purple creature vanished completely.
Within the "Nightmare Space," Mismagius could freely create illusions, making it impossible to distinguish reality from falsehood and plunging its target into confusion.
But after narrowing his eyes in thought, the Orc Sword Saint suddenly swung his sword forward in a sweeping slash. A terrifying blood-red sword light appeared once more, tearing apart the mist before him.
That sword light flew more than a dozen meters before dissolving in midair.
"Ah!"
Mismagius suddenly let out a scream and revealed itself in the air.
The Orc Sword Saint curled his lips, a cold smile appearing on its fur-covered face.
Then it drew the "Holy Sword" back to its waist, leaned forward, stomped the ground, and charged ahead—its base speed was far greater than Mismagius's, but within the "Nightmare Space," its path of movement was stretched by spatial distortion, making its actual movement appear extremely slow.
Its originally high-speed charge looked as though it were running in place.
—It was not until it had taken two steps that Groot suddenly realized the problem.
But it froze for only an instant before its battle-hardened body reacted naturally, and another sword light shot forth!
"Whoosh!"
This sword light was once again aimed at the revealed Mismagius, tearing its body apart almost instantly.
Groot sheathed