Under the Noble Phantasms of Annanu, Lemoni, and Nanshe, the massive horde of Demonic Beasts driven forth by Tiamat suffered a devastating blow.
Annanu and Lemoni's Noble Phantasms slew vast numbers of Demonic Beasts, both those flying through the air and those running across the ground. After turning into black mud, they were swept away by Nanshe's Noble Phantasm and carried somewhere they would not affect the battle.
"Kill--------!!!!!"
Adekate's voice rang out loud and clear, audible across the entire Demonic Beast Front. He pointed his bone spear forward and let out that roaring cry.
What needed to be done now was so simple that no words were necessary.
Humans and Demonic Beasts—on the Demonic Beast Front, there should be no other action.
Only slaughter.
Everyone charged out. Ushiwakamaru, the Rider, and Zi Juan, the Lancer on horseback, were the fastest, but among the rest, the one charging ahead most quickly was unexpectedly Musashibō Benkei.
The veins on his forehead stood out clearly, as though he had made some sort of resolve.
Liao Ye froze for a moment, then smiled as well. With an angry shout, he picked up his pace, leaving Mash, who was following close behind him, somewhat stunned.
What was with this? Why were they all running so fast?
Lawrence stood beside Fujimaru Ritsuka with Fou in her arms, ready at any moment to protect the Master.
"Why are Mr. Liao Ye and Mash charging so fast?" Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head as he watched the group rushing out at a clearly unnatural pace.
"Probably some meaningless competitive instinct. Though perhaps it's useful on the battlefield." Lawrence stroked Fou's head and looked up at Tiamat with a faint sigh.
As a differentiated individual of the Thread of the Root, Lawrence knew very well what the truly adorable