Mori Nagayoshi leaped out of the pit and once again swung his spear as he charged at Jemia.
Jemia blocked Mori Nagayoshi's attack with his bone plate again, sent Mori Nagayoshi flying, then resumed clearing out the Celtic soldiers.
The process repeated itself.
Jemia focused on clearing out the Celtic soldiers, while Mori Nagayoshi was bent on cutting Jemia down. But Jemia's immense strength always made him difficult to overcome.
But—
For the fifth time, Mori Nagayoshi charged forward with bloodshot crimson eyes, roaring as he swung his spear down at Jemia.
Clang—
The familiar sparks did not appear. Instead, Mori Nagayoshi's spear had already cut into Jemia's bone plate.
The Celtic soldiers had nearly been cleared out.
Jemia's gaze narrowed slightly.
Something was slightly off.
Was the Strength of this Berserker called Mori Nagayoshi increasing?
"Yo, you noticed, big guy?" A terrifying smile spread across Mori Nagayoshi's face.
Boom—
Jemia threw a punch at Mori Nagayoshi, but Mori Nagayoshi, having recovered his rhythm and no longer hindered by "allies," dodged aside. He pulled his spear from Jemia's bone plate, landed on the ground, and widened the distance between them.
"What you did pisses me off. Really pisses me off."
Mori Nagayoshi spat, blood mixed with saliva splattering onto the ground, then casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You bastard had more than one chance to kill me, didn't you? Huh? Why didn't you kill me? Why were you so obsessed with these worthless scraps instead? Is something wrong with your head?"
"Our ways of thinking are fundamentally different." The rational beast spoke in a deep voice, containing calm fury. "All you desire is slaughter. What I desire is protection."
"Don't impose your madman's way of thinking onto me."
"Ah, heroes and all that—what a pain.