Argon fought fiercely, piercing the chest of the demon before him with a single sword stroke. Although these incredibly strong demons weren't much more physically powerful than ordinary humans, they shockingly did not cease their actions even after such fatal injuries. With one punch, a demon sent a Knight in full armor flying away.
He felt a wave of dizziness, the world spinning around him, and he saw the six-armed demon slowly approaching. At the opened chest, countless disgusting worm-like granules wriggled and connected, "stitching" the chest back together like a zipper.
"Perhaps only the Wolf Race Warriors of Texas could handle these monsters?"
Death was near, yet Argon felt little fear in his heart.
To transform from a mere dockworker who might have never left Damietta in his lifetime, to a respected Lord Knight, even if only for a few months, he felt such a life was wondrous enough.
This is the true essence of living.
