Whooom—
A massive arm, heavy as industrial machinery, swings broadly to the side.
Clang! Keng! Kreung!
The pitiful screams of the Lycanslopes echo from all directions.
The might of the Glacial Beasts was utterly overwhelming.
With a single step, the sea of magical beasts parts helplessly, and with one swing of their arms, a dozen Lycanslopes are flung powerlessly into the air.
No delicate maneuvering was necessary.
In that place teeming with Lycanslopes, the Glacial Beasts merely had to flail their limbs recklessly.
Thwack! Thwack! Krunch.
The situation was even worse for the Lycanslopes lying on the ground.
Blinded and unable to dodge, the magical beasts are crushed under the Glacial Beasts’ steps, turning to mush in an instant.
There was no chance of regeneration for those flattened by ice monsters weighing tens of tons. The paths the Glacial Beasts traversed were soon thickly covered with the Lycanslopes’ blood and flesh.
“…I’d heard about it, but seeing it with my own eyes, it’s truly astonishing.”
Overwhelmed by their power, Sir Sebastian paused mid-swing to voice his admiration.
If even the stoic captain of the guard felt this way, how much more so for the common soldiers witnessing this miracle?
“Ahh!”
“Apostles… Apostles of the Main God!”
The traces of despair on their faces began to fade.
When the Ice Wall Fortress was being helplessly attacked, didn’t the Glacier Trolls seem like demons straight from hell?
Yet, now that those monsters were allies, they couldn’t feel more reassuring.
‘Even without the Ice Wall!’
‘…Maybe, just maybe, we can hold them back!’
The soldiers’ morale…