The ground was covered in lush greenery, with rolling mountain ranges and winding rivers. White clouds gathered in the sky.
Just then, an urgent horn sounded.
Romon stood on a mountain peak, a thousand meters high, with sheer cliffs on all four sides.
He gazed down at two mighty torrents locked in a fight to the death.
Boom! More than a hundred magical beasts, each a hundred meters tall and wreathed in hellfire, roared and charged.
His Divine Eye revealed their name-Hellfire Bulls.
Romon immediately recognized them as a variant of some magical beast from the Abyss. Dark flames burned ceaselessly around bodies as hard as refined steel, with golden markings clearly visible on their hides. They were one of the main fighting forces of the demonic Abyss.
From high above, their towering flames merged into a single mass as they charged at tremendous speed. The fire streamed behind them like burning, blood-red banners, engulfing the entire area in raging flames.
Normally, tactics like the fire-ox charges used on Earth were nothing unusual and could be evaded. But on a vast battlefield, no commander would permit troops to break formation and cause chaos by dodging.
The thousand-odd Two-Winged Angels directly in their path rushed forward, wielding their Sacred Swords.
Boom! The instant the two sides collided, golden, sacred blood erupted like fountains. Charred feathers fluttered through the air, and fragments of life scattered across the ground.
Hellfire was a terrifying force even to Angels.
Almost simultaneously, points of sacred light fell like rain. Dozens of holes instantly pierced the Hellfire Bulls' inch-thick scales, sending blood gushing out.
The Hellfire Bulls howled and charged desperately onward, tearing through swathes of Angels.
Partway through the charge, one Hellfire Bull was struck in the head. Its skull exploded, and its enormous body pitched