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Alisa and her comrades launched a swift attack.
Alisa’s sword, Tyrone’s ax, and Myau’s claws kept up an onslaught of attacks against the Death Bearer, one after the other!
<Y-you filthy vermin!>
“Look at that, this ‘Chaos’ mage or whatever can’t even concentrate enough to cast a counter attack!”
<Oh yeah? Then eat this!>
The Death Bearer raised up a gigantic ax. However, right at that moment, Lutz’s staff cracked the enemy’s face plate. Instead of finding a face inside, a black smokey substance came flowing out. Perhaps in the world of ‘Chaos’, there is no solid fixed form.
Having defeated a formidable enemy, Alisa and her comrades were now at a crossroad.