Please do your best to die for the benefit of the Light God (Shin-sama), even if only a little, okay?"
At the same time as Ellie's words, the monsters commanded by Aoyuki let out a yell and charged toward the beast race.
The monsters are all level 9,000 to at least 5,000.
The gap between them and the beastmen is crushed in an instant.
Gulgaaaaaaaaah!"
undefinedThe "Divine Beast, Ancestor Fenrir Level 9000," which was at least 15 meters long and as white as fresh snow all over, was With a flash of paw claws sharper than a fantasma-class knife, several members of the beast race were instantly reduced to dust.
When the "Fenrir, the First Beast" attacked in earnest, the soldiers of the beast race of levels 500 to 100 would be reduced to snowflakes in the midsummer sun. They melt away in an instant.
This would not be an experiment in Aoyuki's command, so he is going out of his way to be easy on them.
The beastmen, however, would not be able to even recognize, let alone react to, an attack that was so tempered.
Other monsters also attack the beastmen.
The monsters are not even aware that they are being attacked.
The one-eyed giant, as big as a two-story building, lightly swings its muscles-laden arms.
And when I say lightly, I mean "boohoo! The level of wind noise is enough to cause a frightening shudder.
The Beastman Wolf and Beastman Taiga species tried to evade, taking advantage of their speed - some were lucky enough to avoid it, but others were not killed instantly because they evaded half-heartedly, and their lower bodies were crushed or about a quarter of their bodies were shredded, and some were even killed by the beast itself. Many will be in agony for the short time between surviving and dying.
"Help me, help me, help me..."
Ow, ow, ow, ow! Kill me! Please make me comfortable!
Screams and sounds of anguish echoed here and there.
However, being attacked by the One-Eyed Titan is still a better kind of attack.
One of the worst ways to die is to be attacked by a giant liquid mass - a giant slime.
Don't come! Don't come, don't come, don't come! No! No! I don't want to die like that.
One of the veteran adventurers of the beast race, who has dived through dungeons, monster exterminations, and other such ordeals, cries out in tears.
His right arm, holding a short sword, was about to be caught by a giant slime and pulled into the dungeon.
Inside, he could see that other beastmen had already been taken in and were being melted and eaten alive.
The beastmen who were taken inside were being melted down as if they had been exposed to acid.
It was not only flesh and fur.
The equipment and clothing were dissolved as well.
They do not seem to be able to die, not even from suffocation, and they keep scratching at the algae inside the big giant slime.
Even though his mouth, jaw, and tongue are dissolved, he continues to move his mouth to ask for help.
It was not only the soldiers of the beast race who were being attacked.
Right in front of the beastmen supply troops with their supplies at the far rear of the battlefield, a griffon lands in front of them with a bipedal ogre with red skin and multiple horns on its back.
The red-skinned ogre was two and a half meters tall, with thick canine teeth extending from its lower jaw as if to poke at the heavens.
It looked extremely vicious and wielded fear.
The beasts kneeled on the ground and began to beg.
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