"We all know what we are good at," Noah exclaimed as the group prepared for the imminent fight. "Plans are useless now. Let's simply kill it without dying."
"That thing has deflected attacks that have almost killed us," Elsie commented as a weapon appeared in her hands.
"I have six possible explanations for that," King Elbas announced. "A few exchanges should be enough to lower them to one. Creating a countermeasure would be a mere matter of time at that point."
"See?" Noah laughed. "I told you that we know what we are good at."
Noah wielded the Demonic Sword and the cursed sword. Bloodlust flowed out of his figure and made the magical beasts behind him hesitate to charge forward.
Noah's bloodlust was a scary power now that his battle prowess had stabilized in the solid stage. The magical beasts couldn't help but feel scared when those violent thoughts reached their figures and triggered their survival instincts.
"Tentacles," Wilfred plainly announced while scratching his head.
