Wildness and Masks

"Ogre?!" Foucault, riding atop the griffin, exclaimed in surprise.

The griffin summoned by the Beast Shadow Engraving couldn't follow Foucault's commands well, so even though it was in a position to dominate, it still hadn't defeated the goblin giant before them.

"What are you doing here?!" Foucault shouted from the sky, trying to dissuade Ogre as he approached step by step, while simultaneously gesturing commands to the Beast Shadow Engraving.

But Ogre was in an unusually strange state; before Foucault could finish speaking, Ogre had already charged forward.

His speed surpassed that of many Professional Knights.

The spear thrust, the body moved.

In the blink of an eye, Ogre transformed into a blue lightning bolt, charging straight ahead.

In the next moment, the goblin giant, towering over ten meters, fell to the ground with a thud.

"Sever the tendons!"

The spear moved like a storm, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight spear thrusts had swept across the goblin giant's heels.

With its tendons severed, the goblin giant naturally fell in pain.

As the goblin giant half-knelt on the ground, Ogre swiftly retreated, releasing the spear with both hands, letting it stand upright in the ground.

Immediately, Ogre slapped his right arm guard with his left hand and pulled out a rope with a swift motion.

He then leaped, stepping onto the spear's butt.

The spear transformed and reverted.

Ogre used the momentum to rise—at this moment, he was like an arrow shot swiftly.

In the instant before he was airborne.

Ogre swung the rope he had pulled out, perfectly wrapping the transformed spear and lifting it into the air.

He spun in mid-air, caught the spear, and charged back—stab!

The goblin giant, who had just knelt, never expected this little blue figure to leap to its face so quickly!

The electric blue spearhead grew larger and larger.

It was too late to reach out!

The lightning from the spear tip burst forth as it touched the goblin giant's eyelid.

Lightning exploded in all directions, and the spear had already pierced beneath the skull.

"Roar!"

Green blood splattered, and the intense pain drove the goblin giant into madness. It reached out desperately, trying to crush the little bug bouncing on its face.

But to Ogre, who had accelerated his heartbeat, it seemed too slow.

As the attack came, Ogre had already withdrawn the spear, darting away like a nimble mosquito before the attack landed.

Pulling out the spear, he stomped fiercely on the goblin giant's eyelid and leaped away.

He leaped through the gaps between the goblin giant's fingers.

Meanwhile, two bags filled with unknown powder appeared in Ogre's hands at some point.

With a whoosh.

In the moment before landing, Ogre flung the two bags out.

The target—the goblin giant's mouth, opened in pain.

As the goblin giant closed its mouth.

Ogre descended from mid-air to the ground.

He rolled to absorb the impact.

When he looked up again, two black iron nails appeared in his hand, a spark of lightning leaping onto them, burning the area where Ogre held the nails a faint red.

Whoosh!

Ogre swung fiercely, and the iron nails shot through the air as two black lines, striking into the goblin giant's mouth as it opened again.

At this moment, with the goblin giant's subconscious mouth movements, the mixed dust in the two bags exploded in its mouth.

The moment the electrified, heated iron nails made contact.

An explosion occurred.

Boom—!

With a thunderous roar, intense flames erupted in the goblin giant's mouth, the violent impact completely disrupting its half-kneeling balance.

The massive green giant collapsed entirely.

The sound of its body hitting the ground was like a small earthquake.

Yet Ogre's attack was not over.

As the giant fell, Ogre no longer needed a second leap to land directly on its body.

What lay exposed before Ogre now was the goblin giant's bare chest!

He raised his spear.

"Ogre!" As Foucault's voice called out again.

Ogre had turned into a green man...

Stained by the goblin giant's fresh blood.

From the moment he activated the heartbeat drum to attack and kill this behemoth, Ogre had taken less than a minute.

Thump! Thump... Thump...

As Foucault's shout reached him, Ogre crawled out of the goblin giant's chest cavity, holding his spear in one hand and pressing his chest with the other.

Slowly, the sound of the heartbeat drum faded away.

Ogre's heartbeat gradually weakened, and the occasional sparks of electricity on his body ceased.

Ogre deactivated his ability, returning to his normal state.

Only the still-warm corpse of the giant goblin behind him could attest to the terror of this young man.

"Foucault, please take Thran and leave first..." Ogre said, looking at the griffin beneath Foucault.

"Alright." Foucault, who had been planning to assist Ogre, was still in shock from the rapid and overwhelming events.

He had heard of apprentices defeating professionals occasionally.

But if someone had told him that this powerful goblin giant was killed by an apprentice with sheer strength.

Foucault would never have believed it before.

He knew better than anyone how tough this deformed green monster was.

Even controlling the griffin with its wind power couldn't directly kill it.

Because the giant's size was too immense, defeating or repelling it was possible, but killing it was something Foucault couldn't achieve in a short time.

He even had to be cautious not to get crushed by its club.

But.

This young man had done it alone!

And—he had done it brutally.

"Young master!"

Lange, who was breaking through with Thrandic on his back, paused in surprise as the griffin descended.

"Hand him over to me, I'll take him back on the griffin!" Foucault extended his hand without any unnecessary words.

Seeing this, Lange quickly helped Thrandic onto the griffin.

Despite his usual arrogance, he was extremely careful and gentle when it came to his friend's life.

After all, they were just boys who hadn't experienced much life and death.

It was precisely because they had encountered evil.

That youthful chivalry was often pure.

Once Thrandic was secured, the griffin took flight under Foucault's control.

The gusts from its massive wings stirred up sand and stones, prompting Lange to instinctively raise his hand.

When he lowered his hand, Lange realized the griffin had already taken off.

"Hope that blond kid is okay..." Lange muttered to himself as he lowered his hand.

After speaking to himself, Lange turned his attention to the battle in the village, curious about why his young master had arrived so quickly.

Was it Ogre who held off the giant goblin?

Was this guy really that strong, not only defeating Professional Knights but also fighting such a monster?

"I!" Lange was still speculating about the battle behind him when he instinctively raised his sword as he turned.

Lange was startled because he saw a green figure.

He thought another goblin had appeared.

"It's me." Ogre said, shaking the blood off his spear and removing the mask from his face.

The face beneath the mask wasn't as exaggeratedly green, though some green blood had seeped through the mask's small holes, but overall, Ogre's appearance was recognizable.

"Where's the monster..." Lange sighed in relief upon hearing Ogre's voice, cursing inwardly—'Why does this guy always walk so quietly.'

Then, as he looked past the green Ogre, his expression froze.

He saw the terrifying goblin giant lying dead on the ground from a distance, its spilled blood turning the earth green.

"You, you, you, did you kill it?!"