His arm had suddenly been severed, then this black warrior had suddenly appeared, and that vampire had suddenly vanished...
No, those were all secondary concerns. Right now, the most important thing was—
What was with this warrior? Something about this man seemed seriously wrong.
Momon was not taller than him, yet the instant he turned around, the demon felt as if it were looking at a giant—a giant who could crush it beneath one foot.
"A Heroic Spirit? Could it be a Grand?" The demon took a step back and bent down slightly to pick up its arm from the ground.
Momon paid no attention to its actions. Instead, he was intrigued by what it had said.
"A Heroic Spirit? A Grand? Those are words I've never heard before. What are they?" Momon took a step forward.
"Not a Heroic Spirit? Then was that just my imagination?" The demon took another step back.
It pressed the severed arm against the stump. Since the cut had been so clean, it healed easily.
That gave it a slightly better chance of winning against this warrior.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Am I obligated to answer your questions?" Momon raised his cyan greatsword.
This was not a toy he had made with [High-Tier Item Creation], but equipment from YGGDRASIL. Though it fell somewhat short of the supreme divine artifacts once wielded by his former companions, it was still a genuine [Divine-Class] item.
Using it against this demon seemed rather excessive.
"I have plenty I'd like to ask you. For example, who sent you, what your objective is, and so on." Momon pointed the tip of his sword at the demon.
"Strike first!"
The demon attacked first. Its claws became shrouded in ripples of pitch-black shadow as it slashed at Momon.
However, Momon was faster.