Ammonval swung the long saber in his hand and without hesitation, chopped off the enemy general's head, driving the roaring flames, turning it into a raging fire.
Ammonval stomped the ground with the hilt of his saber.
In an instant, the dueling circle made of flames burst open like scattering flowers, transforming into tongues of fire that spread everywhere, roasting all the brave beastmen warriors into char.
The situation was almost one-sided, and Ammonval effortlessly conquered another city.
He exhaled a hot breath of flames, and the flame-formed helmet on Ammonval's head dispersed into sparks and vanished.
Taking steps towards the city, Ammonval left behind a trail of burning footprints.
"Still no news of them yet?" Ammonval asked the messenger soldier nearby.
The messenger soldier, also emitting flames, dared not delay and replied:
"So far, no reports have been received.
No individuals with any significant features have appeared on the battlefield.
