Sung-Woon=Lakrak aimed at Lunda=Yubei with his spear.

“...What the!”

Lunda belatedly noticed his sudden appearance.

She quickly tried to avoid the spear, but Sung-Woon=Lakrak was quicker. From the air, he threw the spear with such force that it split the air with a swoosh.

Lunda=Yubei jumped up to avoid the spear, but it still grazed past her left shoulder. While a body inhabited by god would be stronger than steel, it wasn’t quite as invincible when facing an opponent with equal or even greater strength.

“Aaak!”

Lunda=Yubei rolled on the ground screaming in pain as blood gushed out of her shoulder.

-Master!

The brown rat, Neji, lunged at Sung-Woon=Lakrak just as he landed on the ground. However, Sratis grabbed onto a part of Neji’s flesh and lifted it into the air before throwing it down. A roar rang far and booming, loud enough that the retreating Renard and the advancing Lizardmen could hear it. The big Weasels and Cockatoos howled and cawed in reaction to the vibrations rushing through the ground.

‘We should kill the creation first,’ Sung-Woon thought. ‘Pzzt, I’ll lend you my power.’

-Just give me the word.

Pzzt rose from behind Sung-Woon=Lakrak. Spirits with Demonic Magic transferred to them from gods could give their powers to other beings, but there was something else they could do. If gods lent their Faith points to the spirits, the spirits could use the resources to wield the powers of god.

Sung-Woon=Lakrak pointed at Neji, who had gotten thrown...