At last, the scene fixed upon the towering figure of the Emperor of the Crimson Dragon spreading his wings.
George would never forget the sight he saw when he first gained his freedom nine years ago, a scene that changed his fate.
"No..."
"I, I am a descendant of the Great Red Dragon, a baron of the Ashen Empire, I am not prey to be slaughtered!"
He suddenly lifted his head, looking toward the Bazut Demon that was indiscriminately slaughtering in the military ranks, his eyes fiery, as if flames were flickering.
He could feel that something hidden within him—had completely awakened.
George's teeth were already shattered, blood flowing from his mouth, but he no longer cared.
He pulled out a specially-made high-explosive bomb from his pocket, skillfully loaded it, then raised his rifle, holding his breath as he aimed at the Blaze Devil swinging a spiked fork.
"Bang!"
