Entalucia roared once again.

The sudden shockwave caused a commotion as the soldiers fell to the ground and the tents collapsed. When the tents collapsed and smoke started rising as if they had been caught on fire, the giant slaves that made up the walls also became agitated. The giant metallic wall shook like a wave as the giants who made up the walls grew more and more agitated.

Despite all this fuss, Dismas looked at the man who was wrapped in flames and approaching him while remaining silent.

The short dry grass started burning and smoke rose every time Juan took a step forward. However, he continued to approach Dismas slowly as if he didn’t care the slightest bit about the surroundings being destroyed.

Dismas had seen such a being before. His lips were trembling, but he was smiling.

“I’ve fought countless times against false beings like you.”

Dismas slowly pulled out the huge two-handed hammer he had been carrying on his back. The head of the battle hammer alone was as long as the length of his arm. Strangely enough, the head of the hammer was already dripping blood, even though the battle had not even begun yet.

“I chased and killed those who were expelled from the empire by my father, as well as those who fled beyond the boundary. I held a ritual with their blood and bones everyday—that was almost my daily routine. I’m used to delusions and lies.”

A red and bloody trajectory remained in the air when Dismas swung his hammer around. The speed at which it was swung was neither fast nor slow,...