"You're too arrogant, human!"
Shasuryu Shasha's furious roar echoed across the battlefield.
They had gathered the combined strength of three tribes. Their finest warriors stood ready. And yet—
That human…
He acted as if the worst outcome for him was merely being repelled?!
Sakeer had no interest in wasting words. He simply raised an arm—
And in response—
Whoosh!
The Archangel Flame suspended in mid-air flared its wings, then soared forward—its blazing sword cutting a fiery arc through the sky, aimed directly at the advancing lizardfolk army.
"I'll handle this!"
With a powerful kick off the ground, Chief Kyuku Zuzu launched himself forward to meet the attack.
Shasuryu Shasha's eyes narrowed as a thought flickered through his mind.
"Only summoning one? Is he holding back?"
His gaze swept toward the priests and elders behind him.
"Lend me your aid!"
"Leave the rest to us!" a sacrificial lizardman answered.
Shasuryu Shasha nodded.
"Move in! Don't let that human escape!"
"I'll deal with his second summon myself!"
With his heavy sword in hand, he surged forward.
At the same time, Crusch Lulu prepared to unleash her magic.
More than 300 lizardman warriors charged forward in unison.
There was no hesitation. No fear.
They would end this in one decisive strike.
"How scary."
Sakeer sighed as he watched the wave of lizardmen warriors rushing toward him, their weapons gleaming, their eyes burning with battle fervor.
"No matter how confident you are, facing this many at once… there's always something you can't guard against."
"And right now… I'm just a Magic Caster."
His gaze shifted to the priest lizardman beside him—one he had already brought under control.
His voice was cold and sharp.
"Cast your magic."
The priest lizardman raised both hands and chanted.
"Wind Change!"
A gust of air swirled between his palms—
Whoosh!
The spell was a second-tier faith magic, primarily used to control air currents. A simple support spell—on its own, not particularly powerful.
But—
Sakeer flicked his sleeve.
A small vial of liquid appeared in his palm. With a single motion, he tossed it into the wind.
Crack!
The vial shattered.
A fine powder dispersed instantly, mixing into the swirling air.
Boom!
The priest lizardman pushed forward with both hands, sending the infused wind rushing toward the enemy lines.
"Again."
Sakeer's tone remained indifferent.
The priest lizardman obeyed without hesitation, casting the spell once more, sending another powerful gust carrying the airborne powder even further.
This powder was a carefully mixed toxin—a blend of:
Hanged Spider venom sacs (highly potent paralysis agent)
Weak paralytic toxins from the Dragon Tusk Tribe
A special alchemical powder crafted by a pharmacist
It wasn't meant to kill—
It was meant to paralyze.
Lizardmen had high poison resistance, but—
This was different.
It didn't need to cripple them. Just a moment of hesitation was enough.
A strong, pungent wind surged across the battlefield.
At the front of the charge, Shasuryu Shasha's eyes widened. His instincts flared—
"Everyone, hold your breath!"
But it was too late.
The warriors in front had been ready, quickly clamping their mouths shut—
But those further back had no time to react.
The moment they inhaled—
Their bodies stiffened.
A ripple of confusion spread through the rear ranks, turning their tight formation into chaos.
Shasuryu Shasha lowered his hand from his nose and mouth, his expression hardening.
"Useless trick!"
Without needing his command, the priest-class lizardmen behind him immediately began casting restorative magic, working to neutralize the poison and restore their warriors.
Still—
The charge had lost momentum.
And that brief delay was all Sakeer needed.
On the other side of the battlefield—
Chief Kyuku Zuzu, clad in White Dragon Bone Armor, clashed directly with the Archangel Flame.
Boom!
The angel's blazing sword came down in a fierce arc—
Sparks erupted on impact.
The White Dragon Bone Armor absorbed the force, and Kyuku Zuzu barely stumbled backward before stabilizing himself.
No damage.
He grinned.
And then—he lunged again.
With the armor's protection, he could afford to hold the angel back—buying time for his warriors.
"Now!"
"Plant Entanglement!"
"Plant Entanglement!"
Vines burst from the ground, wrapping tightly around the Archangel Flame, binding its limbs.
The celestial being struggled, but—
"Bang!"
Kyuku Zuzu leaped into the air, his clawed hand, wrapped in dragon bone armor, slashed downward—
And with a brutal strike, he tore through the angel's wings.
"It's all yours now."
Kyuku Zuzu's voice was steady as he stepped away—already shifting focus to the real target.
The Human.
Sakeer watched in silence.
"So, relying on the Archangel Flame alone… is no longer enough."
His gaze flicked toward the angel struggling in the vines.
He let out a soft sigh.
Then—
From within his sleeve—
He unfurled a scroll.
A new summoning circle ignited in the air.
"Since that's the case…"
"Let me show you—my true power."
As Shasuryu Shasha and Kyuku Zuzu led their warriors forward—
A blinding light exploded in the sky.
BOOM!
A divine aura pulsed outward—its sheer force stopping every lizardman in their tracks.
From the light… emerged a new angel.
Over three meters tall.
More than twice the size of the Archangel Flame.
Its wings, vast and radiant, stretched outward like a celestial storm.
A wave of invisible pressure descended upon the battlefield.
For the first time, the lizardmen's expressions changed.
Fear.
For a moment—the battlefield fell silent.
And in that silence, Sakeer's voice rang out—
"Fourth-Tier Summon—"
"Principality Peace."
The Fourth-Tier "Angel Summoning" differed significantly from the previous three levels. Unlike the earlier summons, which could only call forth a single type of angel, this level allowed for two distinct choices—
One was the Principality Observation, a stalwart defender specializing in shield-based combat and resilience.
The other—
Was the Principality Peace, an offensive powerhouse wielding a spear-like staff, designed for overwhelming attacks.
Their appearances were nearly identical, save for one distinct difference: the Principality Peace was noticeably more slender than its defensive counterpart.
"Come to think of it… you might be the first enemy to ever see me use this magic."
A faint smile played on Sakeer's lips as his gaze swept over the lizardmen, their expressions frozen in sheer disbelief.
It wasn't an exaggeration.
In the past, when his strength had been weaker, defense had always been his priority.
The Angel Guardian had been his go-to choice—its protective abilities ensured his survival.
But now?
The Archangel Flame alone was no longer enough to handle the situation.
Which meant there was no longer a reason to hold back.
At the rear of the lizardman ranks, the priest-class warriors had lost all composure. The once-calm expressions on their reptilian faces had given way to undisguised fear.
"Fourth-Tier magic…?!"
A low muttering came from a lizardman warrior in the ranks. His voice wavered.
"How… how can it be so powerful?"
But there was no answer.
None of them had ever encountered Fourth-Tier magic before.
And those who understood it—chose to stay silent.
Somewhere within the ranks, Crusch Lulu had instinctively shrunk back, her pale skin turning an even sicklier shade.
"Fourth-Tier magic…?"
"How…? How could a human be this powerful…?"
Her body trembled involuntarily.
A sudden roar shattered the eerie stillness.
"I see it now!!"
The voice belonged to Shasuryu Shasha. His breath came in heavy, ragged gulps.
"So this is your true trump card…!"
"It truly is beyond imagination!"
He had suspected this human had something hidden—some secret weapon that allowed him to stand against their entire force.
But he never would have guessed—
That he was a Fourth-Tier magic user.
This was the worst possible outcome.
The absolute worst-case scenario.
Shasuryu Shasha's chest tightened as he recalled a warning from the old priest of his tribe.
"If you ever face a Fourth-Tier Magic Caster…
There is only one course of action."
"Run."
"That is not cowardice."
"It is wisdom."
Because only a fool would willingly challenge a Fourth-Tier Magic Caster.
But—
He clenched his fists.
Running was not an option.
"We don't have a choice!"
Shasuryu slammed his massive sword into the ground—
The thunderous impact sent vibrations through the battlefield, as though hammering his words into the hearts of every lizardman present.
"Fear? Doubt? Hesitation?"
"Useless! There is no escape!"
His voice rose, carrying across the ranks.
"If we don't kill this human—"
"We. Will. Die."
His eyes burned with determination.
"This is no longer a question of retreat."
"This is WAR!"
A fierce battle cry erupted from the ranks of the lizardmen.
"WHOAAAAHHH!!"
"KILL!!"
Their once-frightened expressions shifted—
The hesitation in the priest-class warriors' eyes was replaced by savage resolve.
The entire army roared in unison, voices rising like a storm.
"Restrain that angel!"
A priest-class lizardman screeched desperately.
"It must not escape or die!"
"This human can only summon two angels! We CANNOT let him bring forth another!"
Their strategy shifted instantly.
If they could lock down the Principality Peace—cripple it—
Then they could still win.
Or at least—survive.
Sakeer's lips curled slightly.
"What an inspiring speech."
But before he could say more, his eyes suddenly flicked upward.
His brows furrowed.
"...That wasn't just my imagination, was it?"
For the briefest moment, he had sensed something.
A magical disturbance.
In the sky.
"Holy Ray."
The Principality Peace raised its spear-staff—
A brilliant beam of divine light erupted from its tip, streaking across the battlefield like a piercing ray.
BOOM!
The beam struck—
The priest lizardman who had shouted the command vanished in an instant—
Obliterated.
The ray continued—passing through five more lizardman warriors, their bodies rupturing before they could even scream.
SWOOSH!
A blur of motion—
In an instant, the Principality Peacemoved—as if teleporting—
Its wings flared as it appeared before Shasuryu Shasha, staff raised high—
"Smite Evil."
The spear-staff swung downward in a decisive arc.
Shasuryu' pupils contracted.
"Tch—!"
He barely had time to react. His heavy sword shot up, positioned defensively.
"Arm Strengthening!"
From behind, Crusch Lulu unleashed her magic—boosting his strength in the final moment.
BOOM!
But even with the enhancement, the force overwhelmed him.
Shasuryu Shasha was sent flying.
He crashed into a cluster of lizardman warriors, knocking them over like dominoes, their screams filling the air.
"Holy Ray."
The Principality Peace barely paused—raising its staff once more—
Another beam of divine light tore across the battlefield.
BOOM!
Seven or eight lizardmen warriors in its path were instantly vaporized.
The sheer devastation left an eerie silence in its wake.