Beautiful golden flowers bloomed all around Serras and it was like a scene of the dream. But despite how mesmerizing it sounded, it was a sound of agony. It let out a loud, painful scream that resounded in the space and left everyone dizzy. Then, its soft body suddenly stiffened and the rotten flesh solidified from bottom-up while the fluttering tentacles also came to an abrupt halt.
Rhode's eyes glinted with the trace of a smile.
It was neither him nor his summoned spirits who did this. Instead, it was the work of the extraordinary weapons in the hands of the Half-Demons and Battle Mages. Rhode had made all sorts of preparations for this operation. Of course, he didn't want his men to be cheerleaders standing by the rear as he took down all the enemies. Even though they weren't as useful as players, they couldn't be too useless as natives, right?
