Amid flying wood splinters, "Blood Axe" Baroque strode out of the tavern's ruins, carrying two enormous blood-red battle-axes and radiating brutality.
The first things he saw were the bloodstained beach and the thousands of corpses piled into mountains.
Yet there was not a trace of fear on his face. Instead, after a brief moment of shock, he erupted into wild laughter born of utter fury.
"Haha... hahahahahaha!"
Baroque's laughter was hoarse and crazed. His chest heaved violently, and his muscles visibly swelled and bulged, tearing his already ragged clothes apart.
"Good! Well killed! What a magnificent slaughter!"
His bloodshot eyes locked onto the blood-drenched figure in the middle of the beach. Far from being cowed by the hellish scene, his fighting spirit and murderous intent climbed to their peak.
"Trash! Every last one of them was trash! Thousands of men, butchered by one Marine brat! They've utterly disgraced me!"
Baroque roared, veins coiling like dragons along his arms as he abruptly raised his two blood-red battle-axes, each as large as a door and weighing a thousand jin.
"But this works out just fine!" Baroque bared a supremely cruel grin. "Saves me the trouble of cleaning out the trash myself!"
"Now let me see just how much you're worth, you Marine brat who slaughtered all my men!"
Before his words had faded, he unleashed the strength in both arms. The two blood-red battle-axes sliced through the air with piercing shrieks and came crashing down toward Lorne!
"Bloodfang · Bipolar Slash!"
Vmmmm-!!!
Two terrifying Flying Slashes, each over a dozen meters long and solid as blood crystal, instantly left the axe blades and hurtled toward Lorne with unstoppable force!
Where the slashes passed, they effortlessly tore two deep trenches into the hard-packed sand. Every corpse, rock, and broken weapon in their path