Suddenly, as if sensing something amiss, White Mann, who was chanting, focused his attention once more.
He noticed that Mutto the Devourer was using fewer and fewer times to block, while the number of hits by Raine's Warhammer was increasing geometrically.
White Mann abruptly discovered that six of Mutto the Devourer's eight arms had been shattered by Raine.
"Bang!!"
With a swift and unparalleled flash of a silver hammer shadow, the ugly, corpulent head of Mutto the Devourer vanished, transforming into a large spray of yellow and white matter behind its massive body in a fan-shaped pattern.
"Thud!"
As if the ground itself shuddered, the Devourer's multi-ton body crashed to the ground!
"Huff~ huff~"
Raine, wielding his Warhammer, was breathing heavily, his gaze not on the fallen Devourer but fixed on the side, at Olsen Viscount, who remained serene and seemingly unperturbed.
'This is my castle, Raine, do you expect me to stand idly by?'
