"After much thought, I could only think of one person: one of the former top three of the Schutzstaffel, the Three-Headed Dragon Azis Dahaka!"
"Ah, the nostalgia. It's only been half a year, so why does it feel like it's been so long since we've seen each other? It must be because I've already died once, right?!"
As if sensing the rising emotions of its user, the power output of the Beam Axe Sword surged, and the searing waves kept assaulting the protective layer shielding Roland's entire body, causing some hairs to curl and smoke. Making use of the pushing force from his opponent, the young man leaped backward before he could be burned.
"Your reflexes are still as quick as ever. It makes me want to kill you even more."
After retracting the ax sword, Azis Dahaka lifted the charred brim of his hood, revealing the face of a middle-aged man beneath—strong, resolute, but with a frivolous smirk that seemed out of place.
It was Hammer's face.
"Personality transfer..."
