As silver light burst apart, Allen descended from the sky and appeared before Jormungand, clad in light armor and holding a longsword that gleamed coldly.
His face grew grave as he studied that thick layer of yellow light.
"First the Enchantress, and now you give me an impenetrable turtle shell?"
Unless he was mistaken, the Chain Lightning he had just unleashed had been deflected outright by his opponent's protective qi shield. Its power had scattered, striking the Fang of the Mad Python troops behind him.
Each of the Dark Cult's three commanders really did have their own distinctive abilities, allowing them to handle all sorts of unusual situations. They were a nightmare to fight.
No wonder the Kingdom of the Nords' defensive lines had collapsed so quickly. Against the Dark Cult's overwhelming offensive, this country alone probably could not hold out for even half a year.
Despite the sudden attack, Jormungand showed little surprise at the figure who had appeared before him. Instead, he rubbed his eyes several times, took another careful look at Allen's face, and suddenly burst out laughing.
It took him a dozen seconds or so to stop. Then he addressed Allen warmly. "Ha! I know who you are. You're that heartbreaker Hel keeps talking about every day! Impressive, truly impressive. I've never met many men who could get the better of that witch. We'll have to share a good drink sometime."
That left Allen at something of a loss. His opponent was not showing the slightest hostility toward him. Was he trying to recruit him, just like that witch?
Before Allen could respond, however, Jormungand raised his Axe-Hammer high, his voice suddenly rising.
"Still, I have a mission to finish, and you're standing in my way. That means we'll just have to have a good, proper