The sky above the battlefield split open.
Golden light poured down from the rift.
Higashino Makoto did not descend slowly as he had the first time.
Instead, like a meteor trailing a golden tail of flame, he crashed into the very center of the battlefield.
BOOM—
The earth trembled.
Centered on his point of impact, a golden shockwave spread in all directions.
"Radiant Aura."
Wherever the shockwave passed, the demi-human army scattered like sand sculptures brushed aside by a giant hand.
Several thousand demi-humans were reduced to ashes in that single strike.
Higashino Makoto rose from the impact crater.
His silver-white armor reflected a blinding light beneath the sun, while his long black hair whipped wildly in the blast winds.
He raised his right hand.
A spear formed from pure light appeared in his palm.
The light along its blade shone even more brilliantly than before.
He looked at the dumbfounded Orc King, the Beast Emperor, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
The Orc King's pupils suddenly contracted.
It wanted to raise its bone hammer, to resist, to flee—
But its body would not move.
It was not bound by magic.
It was suppressed by a pure force.
That force was called magic power!
Higashino Makoto took a step.
In an instant, he appeared before the Orc King.
The golden spear swept sideways.
The Orc King, the Tyrant—the being that had once destroyed a centaur tribe alone, the legendary warrior who had nearly united all the major demi-human tribes—did not even have time to scream.
It turned to ashes.
A deathly silence fell over the battlefield.
Higashino Makoto turned around, his gaze sweeping over the remaining demi-human army.
Those demi-human warriors, those bloodthirsty beasts that had been charging madly just moments ago, now