"Such a disappointment! What a crushing disappointment!"
"Have those old fogies in the Holy Academy Council become this stupid now?"
"Sending two thousand raw recruits and a Jobless Freelancer to carry out an SSS-rank mission?"
"If that isn't outright sending them to their deaths, what is?"
"Others might not know how terrifying the troop strength of those thirty super fortresses is, but do those old geezers not know either?"
"And then..."
"The Jobless Freelancer became the chief instructor, and when faced with something like this, not only did he not file a protest in opposition, he even allowed the members to freely leave the legion before the battle!?"
"Stupid! Utterly, incomparably stupid!"
"Isn't he currently docked at Moore Fortress? Let's go meet him! I'd like to see just what three heads and six arms this legendary Jobless Freelancer has, that he could become the Demon-Slaying Legion's chief instructor at such a young age!"
Moore Fortress.
Inside a military camp building.
A hulking man covered in dragon scales spoke in a rough, heavy voice.
This burly man was named Jonathan Browning.
Level 190, a Dragonman; fourth advancement of the Dragonblood Warrior class. Having inherited the blood of dragons, he was a Dragon War God.
The knotted muscles all over his body continuously writhed. Faintly, it seemed as though dragon roars rang out, his aura astonishingly imposing.
Strapped to his back was a Dragonblood Battleaxe that had once been soaked in dragon blood.
It was a semi-Saint Artifact-grade weapon, possessing a powerful attribute that ignored enemy armor.
Jonathan had once been a member of the Demon-Slaying Legion as well.
However, he had since left the Demon-Slaying Legion and become a member of an elite special operations squad.
The entry requirement for an elite special operations squad was level 190.
The squad captain