Solam did not hesitate in the slightest and charged straight in. The most urgent matter now was to kill this monster completely as quickly as possible, or the consequences would be unthinkable! Solam could only go all out. The blood flames around him surged again, boiling even more fiercely as if oil had been poured onto a fire.
The immense power of primal blood greatly enhanced Solam's strength and speed. He turned into a crimson afterimage that enveloped the monster, his axe hacking down again and again like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, shaving off strips of the creature's flesh!
Solam's style had always been broad and forceful; technical fighting had never suited him. But today, in order to stop this thing from summoning the Crimson Queen, Solam was risking his life. Relying on the strength and speed gained from burning his blood, he shaved the monster down as if it were a pencil.
At first, the monster had no intention of tangling with Solam. Though it possessed little intelligence, it understood that it had no need to fight the enemy before it to the death. As long as it stalled long enough for the Crimson Queen's power to descend, it would win.
But while it possessed all manner of abilities, it had one fatal weakness: it was not fast enough. Of course, with that kind of size, having exceptional speed as well would have been utterly unreasonable.
It could not shake Solam off!
What left it even more helpless was that it could not simply ignore Solam. If others cut at it, it did not care. There was no loss anyway—let them cut as they pleased. But whenever Solam struck it, it could clearly feel a portion of its power slipping out of its control and being