The battle was over. The monsters that looked large enough to swallow Pialu had left piles of corpses as big as themselves and had been all defeated. They could no longer pose a threat to Pialu, and the soldiers burst out in joy. They and their families had reached the edge of death’s door and come back alive. There was nothing that could’ve made them happier—they hugged one another and cheered from the bottom of their hearts that their lives hadn’t been cut short. 

As big as their happiness was, their reverence for one person grew even greater. 

A sword rose above a behemoth large enough to inflict fear with just its size. He was just like the hero they had dreamed of in their youth while playing with tree branches. Perhaps, they were witnessing a great historical scene that would be remembered for generations and generations. People felt a deep sense of awe, and everyone’s eyes landed on Zich as he stood on top of the behemoth’s corpse. No one spared a single glance to the man below gripping his fist tightly with his head lowered.

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“Ahahahahah! Karuwiman Holy Knights are really different!”...