Chapter 757

The great war where everyone fought against everyone. In the midst of it, I thrashed around like a fish in water, wreaking havoc left and right.

Fire and lightning, wind and shadow, claws and spears, arrows, and swords.

Attacks filled with killing intent came at me from all directions, but they were just at the level of master-level grunts.

If they had all focused on me at once, it might have been a bit tricky… but they were too busy fighting among themselves to concentrate all their power on me. For me, it was just a matter of fending them off one by one, so busy that I didn’t even feel a hint of crisis.

“Pathetic!”

I kicked a skeleton swinging a rusty weapon, shattering it, then grabbed the collar of a dragonkin summoning a lightning spear with magic and threw him toward the incoming spirit arrows.

– Kwaaaaang!

The dragonkin, who desperately twisted his body to block the spirit arrows with his lightning spear, crashed down with a loud roar.

“Monster-like wench!”

“Who are you calling a lizard-face?!”

Gliding across the ground, I dodged the barrage of magical bombardments raining down from above. As a spear thrust toward me, I entangled the blade of the Red Scale Saber with it, yanked it close, and slammed Durandal into the dragonkin’s face.

– Kwadddd!

I stomped down on the rising grasp of a rock, shattering it to pieces, and withstood restraint and curse magic using my demon resistance and the resistance of the Holy Mark. I then located the caster and hurled a dagger at them.

“Kuhuk!”

There was no need to finish him off. As the dragonkin, muttering incantations, staggered from the dagger’s impact, a swarm of skeletons pounced on him, tearing him apart and starting to dismember his scaleless parts.

“Kyaaaak! You monsters! Move, I said move!”

Even if he could shatter skeletons with a single swing of his arm, what good would it do? Over twenty skeletons clung to his unbalanced body.

【 Kraaaaaaaaa! 】

And right beside us, a dragon and a high-level spirit were engaged in a fierce brawl.

“Ah, no-!”

As the dragonkin, with his tattered body, tried to shake off the skeletons and rise, an ice giant’s leg mercilessly stomped down on his head.

– Koooooong!

No matter how tough his scales were, surpassing even black iron, the inside was still flesh and organs. There was no way he could withstand the pressure of an ice block whose weight was unimaginable.

When the ice spirit lifted its foot again, all that remained below was a crushed, roach-like corpse.

—

Of course, not all dragonkin were mindless fools charging recklessly.

“Kyaaaah!”

Right after I tore apart about twenty wingless dragonkin, a sharp whistling sound approached at an alarming speed, sending chills down my spine. Along with it came the battle cry that was practically my trademark.

I turned toward the direction of the sound and hurled the body of a dragonkin I was in the process of ripping apart.

The dragonkin’s corpse flew like a shot put. The winged dragonkin flying toward me swung his left hand, swatting away his kin’s corpse like trash, and thrust a spear charged with vast mana at me like lightning.

“How dare you!”

I let go of the Red Scale Saber in my left hand, gripped Durandal with both hands, and swung it as if to parry his spear.

– Kwaaaaang!

The clash of the mana-infused spear and the blade of feats erupted in a deafening explosion.

The one-eyed, winged dragonkin. Except for walking on two legs, he was practically a small dragon, having achieved a high level of draconification. In human terms, he was a being who had transcended the wall and reached the Realm of Heroes.

“And who are you?”

As I deflected the spear sliding along the blade, I shot him a look asking, “What kind of guy are you?”

Instead of answering, the dragonkin flapped his wings, creating some distance, and nodded slightly.

“Black hair, blue eyes. Beastman fur leather scale armor and a silver longsword. I see. You must be the Empire’s Greatest Sword, the Winter Executioner, Ha-shal-leur?”

“Hairless bald head, eye disability. Lizard scales and bat wings. No idea. Some random bastard I’ve never heard of?”

The dragonkin, who had been rambling in a pompous tone, twisted his face in anger, spread his wings wide, and charged at me.

“I gave you the benefit of the doubt because of your fine armor, but you’re as vulgar as they say!”

I just threw his own words back at him, and this is the reaction I get. Typical of the Evil Faction, with a temper as small as a grain of rice.

The spear, wrapped in dense mana and glowing blue, shot toward my face.

“Running away like a coward!”

So, instead of using my Heroic Tale, I stomped the ground and charged at him, pouring the Power of Feats into Durandal.

– Kwaaaaang!

The superhuman strength shattered the ground, scattering debris, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between us closed to mere inches.

The golden runes engraved on the blue blade shone brilliantly, drawing a golden arc in the air.

“How dare you say that to me-!”

Apparently disliking being called a coward, the dragonkin also flapped his large wings and charged at me.

He hated being called a coward more than the sarcastic remark about his mother possibly being a monster or human. Truly a model of filial impiety.

“Who do you think you are, brat!”

Sword and spear clashed, erupting in a deafening explosion. The three crimson blades, wrapped in red lightning, were deflected by his wingbeats, and the icy claws and his talons scraped against each other’s scales, scattering sparks.

“If you want to know, I’ll tell you. My name is Beherikes. Beherikes, the Wall-Shattering Spear Rider!”

“Wall-Shattering Spear Rider? What kind of lame nickname is that?”

“It’s Wall-Shattering Spear Rider!”

Beherikes roared and unleashed a barrage of thrusts aimed at my entire body.

– Kurururung!

At the same time, he manifested lightning spears all around, relentlessly bombarding me.

“The first seat of the Omaryin serving the Heavenly Demon, the Thunderous Spear Rider of the Wall! That is I, Beherikes!”

[ Heavenly Demon? A winged half-lizard dares to utter that name? ]

Hersela spat out racially—no, species-ist remarks in a tone of disbelief. It might have been my imagination, but the power of the Red Scale Saber she wielded seemed to have increased by thirty percent.

As if to prove she was the self-proclaimed Heavenly Demon, she couldn’t stand the reality of another being being called by that title.

Of course, whether she was angry about the Heavenly Demon title being taken or not was none of my concern. I simply swung my sword at the dragonkin who had declared his name as Beherikes.