Every advance and charge was like the opening and closing of a giant mouth, every clash and slaughter, like reckless chewing, with countless fragments flying out from the giant mouth.
[Slaughter's Mouth]!
In the essence of Slaughter and the Legion, one of Legion's aspects in the mortal world surprisingly manifested in the struggle between two craftsmen.
Likewise, the craftsman once dubbed the iron warlord, ruler of innumerable Hero Seeds, gradually grew grim—the shallow creations that seemed utterly insignificant on their own dared to confront him by sheer numbers?!
"Showing off before an expert, clueless!"
Darcey clenched the scepter entwined with blood light and darkness, issuing a command to the heroes: "Crush these dregs for me!"
The blood flames of Slaughter surged, intensifying with the oncoming battle and slaughter, gathered from the countless Dragon Blood Army, falling upon the heroes.
