"Dong dong dong! Di di di!…"
The warning sounds rang through the stronghold of the Castilian Expeditionary Army. In the distant firelight, you could vaguely see swaying silhouettes. The wind was full of the smell of blood, and another stench beyond words. Not far away, the screams of the colonial strong men suddenly burst out, then just as quickly cut off. At this moment, every Samurai in the surprise attack from the Kingdom held the mindset of a wild beast: once they met the Evil Demons, it would be a fight to the death!
"Tch! These Evil Demons' Tribespeople sure can run… Hm? Warning conch horns? Damn Evil Demons! They're quick to react!"
Red-haired Mique lifted his head and glanced up twice, spat a "tch," then pulled the Bronze Spear he had run through the colonial strong man Thomas out of the man's back. That thrust had been very accurate, like stabbing a West Wild Boar—precisely piercing the heart.
