If a fly were to incessantly buzz around you, you would undoubtedly be irritated. However, what if you weren’t able to swat it away despite your best efforts, what would you do then? In all likelihood, anger would be the answer. For the Demonic Fire Igneous Giants, No.3 and Big 4 were just such flies.
Perhaps their constant pestering had finally gotten to the giants, but just as the pair were done with their usual poking, the smallest giant stirred. It opened its mouth with a roaring howl and then, just a split second later, a strange red light seemed to emit from its inky depths that rapidly blasted forth in a rain of red substance.
Naturally, that substance was lava but by the time I realized that, it was too late.
With a blanket of lava raining down from the sky, there was basically no hope of escape for my two subordinates who, as expected, were drenched in the scorching substance. Thankfully, devils were born with an innately high level of fire resistance so while it ate at their flesh, they were still able to bear with the pain and not fall to the ground.
Teeth gritted, the two of them hurriedly distanced themselves from the Demonic Fire Igneous Giant, all the while making sure to fly away from us so as not to cause us trouble…
Realizing that the annoying flies who had been plaguing them all this while had been injured, they immediately chased after the two of them with a blood-induced frenzy.
“No.3, Big 4!” I yelled. Unfortunately, neither of them had any intention of turning around and merely flew ever further away from us.
‘Damn it…” I turned around and glared at the elder watching us from the shadows, eyes blazing with hatred.
‘If anything were to happen to No.3 and Big 4, I swear I won’t forgive him no matter what!’
In response to my burning gaze, the elder merely snorted before throwing us a disdainful, cold smile. While he never said a word, his eyes told us all we needed to know and that was the most infuriating part about this whole debacle.
Even though I really hated him, I couldn’t do a thing to him at all. Moreover, he even treated us like ants, which was only to be expected after all. Whether it was strength or prestige, he was clearly superior to us and shouldn’t even be mentioned in the sentence as us.
Was there a point in caring about an ant’s revenge? Clearly not, who would bother about such a laughably small matter?
That was why the elder had no qualms, whatsoever, about forcing us to help him. Our reward was most likely not being killed by him…perhaps not even that.
Still, there was no choice but to obey or all that would await us was a swift and violent death.
Truth be told, our current situation could be said to be the best case scenario. As long as No.3 and Big 4 kept those giants busy, we could simply wait out the mission in safety, assuming of course, that the elder didn’t intend to go back on his words.
However, the two of them were my loyal subordinates who would die for me at the drop of a hat…as long as I was still human, could I ever be so heartless as to abandon them? No matter what, I had to try and save them…for me, while there were things that I couldn’t be bothered to do, there were also things that I had to do.
With that, we chased after No.3 and Big 4’s distancing figures under the surprised look of that Warhorse elder. He must have been shocked by our choice, given that we were safe as long as we stood there; there was simply no need to take this risk at all.
As for the lives of No.3 and Big 4…all that had to be said was that living creatures were all selfish at heart. Take for example that elder, in order to save his kin, he needed someone to draw the attention of the giants. Naturally, he wouldn’t allow his own clanhorses to take such a risk so he dumped that task onto us instead. After all, he couldn’t just risk the lives of the majority for the minority. However, the lives of strangers were an entirely different matter altogether.
That was selfishness on a more macro level. Still, it was only to be expected of someone with his position. After all, if an accidental death were happen everyday, who wouldn’t want for it to happen on someone they didn’t know, instead of a close friend or relative?
Being injured, there were limits to how far they could fly and that limit was fast approaching. Moreover, the lava was still eating into their flesh with its fiery embrace. Thankfully, No.3 and Big 4’s innate resistance allowed them to maintain some degree of agility despite the pain they had to endure, and thus they managed to avoid all the blows thrown at them up till now.
The scene of them performing rolls after rolls, and swerves after swerves, was unimaginable for me had I not seen it myself. It was as if I was watching a smoking plane weave in and out of a withering barrage of anti-air fire…despite its unsteady flight path, it somehow managed to stay airbound…truly a miraculous sight.
Seeing that the both of them were fine for now, I had Sinmosa maintain a cautious distance from the giants, one where we could respond at a moment’s notice while not putting ourselves in too much danger.
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