“You dirty apostatic bastards!”

The Imperial soldiers’ heads were falling as soon as Dismas wielded his hammer.

Every time Dismas swung his hammer, the Imperial soldiers collapsed like wheat being harvested. Despite their high morale as the emperor’s army, the soldiers couldn’t hold out against Dismas anymore—especially when shields were of no use against him and he showed no response even after being stabbed by their swords.

In fact, the Imperial soldiers chose to jump on top of the Giant slaves to attack them rather than deal with Dismas.

This caused Dismas to glare at his surroundings with a growl as the soldiers faltered away in fear.

Dismas was not interested in dealing with ordinary soldiers. He gritted his teeth upon thinking that his true opponent must be slaughtering more of his allies even as he was dealing with these trivial soldiers.

At that moment, a loud roar rang out from the gate.

The corners of Dismas’ mouth went up when Helgrim’s roar was heard. As someone who had spent a long time fighting against the Giants, Dismas knew better than anyone else what this type of roar meant.

It meant that an enemy worth fighting against had finally appeared.

“Fuck off!”

The imperial soldiers hesitantly retreated upon hearing Dismas’ fierce roar.

Then, Dismas strode through the encirclement of Imperial soldiers to head toward the main gate, assuming that the fake emperor had certainly appeared there.

‘This war will simply be over after I cut off his neck.’

It didn’t matter to Dismas that he had been constantly defeated by the fake emperor until now. After all, he hadn’t been fighting with all his might until now. Although...