Chapter 119 Part 3

On the bridge of the Izumo, Eru announced to his surroundings.

“The flying ship fleet will intercept and attack them. We cannot allow the Cretovastia’s assault to reach the ground.”

The Boss nodded and the crew burst into action. As a surprised expression was displayed across Zacharia’s face, Eru’s orders continued.

“Form a defensive formation with Izumo at the center. The next move is important, mind your distance so you don’t get in each other’s way. Deploy in Law Warfare specification mode . Make keeping them at a distance your number one priority.”

“Roger!”

Creating a powerful wind, the Izumo advanced. With the flying ships surrounding it and the flying knights forming the front line.

“Sir Echevalier! Those move according to His Majesty’s will. They are our allies, please refrain from treating them as enemies!”

“The only things I see are demon beasts. Even if those words are correct, I can’t just accept them carelessly.”

Just as Zacharia was about to make further objections, a section of the Dirty Beast made an unexpected move.

A group of Dirty Beast with dark red shells fly out from the swarm. Each of the red beasts leading the Dirty Beast let out a loud screech.

In answer to the screech, the Dirty Beast surges forward. The sound of the beasts’ wings echoes as they aim towards the Rubel Clan.

At that moment a liquid bullet is shot towards the ground.

A chorus of screams ring out. A metal corroding, poisonous to life, Cloud of Death spreads out amongst the Rubel clan.

“What the…!”

A white Cloud of Death crawls across the ground, swallowing the giants.

The Rubel Clan had been caught off guard. They expected the Dirty Beast to be under their control. And yet not only did they ignore their instructions, they brought death to them instead.

The five-eyed False King bared his fangs and howled.

“Oberon you bastard! Have you forgotten my kindness of keeping you! In the end, you little pests are…!”

Sensing movement behind him, the False King spun around. There in front of his five eyes, the three-eyed Brave was slowly getting up. His body was still numb and his movements were wobbly, but he forced a smile onto his face.

“Rubel Clan, now you see the Truth. That is Cretovastia. The Goblins are irrelevant. That, in the end, is the great enemy of the giants. What you guys saw was merely an illusion.”

“Shut up! We cannot turn back. You should thank your good fortune that you still have your eyes.”

He no longer had time to deal with the Brave. The False King spun on his heel and hurried to his clan leaving the Brave behind.

As he stood there exhausted, Guairalinde came to him. While the clans were retreating, he came to rescue the Brave who was left behind.

“Fumu, there don’t seem to be any enemies. Hey, can you move? Let’s head back, or do you intend to try fighting the Rubel Clan like that?”

“I have no eyes like that.”

Leaving the screaming hell behind them they too followed after the Allied forces of the Clans. And so, the battle was about to enter a new phase.

-

Going back in time, shortly before the flying disaster struck the giant’s battlefield.

A four-eyed Sorcerer of the Rubel Clan was walking through a cave, along with his warrior escort.

It was a passage wide enough for giants to walk through freely. The ground is bare, but there were some unnatural points for a cave.

There were strange marks along it, as if it had been hollowed out by a huge creature.

The Sorcerer was in a bad mood as he stomped roughly through the cave. They went deeper and deeper into the cave.

Eventually they came out into an open area. A nexus of caves and passages. Within this space, that could be called vast even for giants, stood a majestic building.

It was clearly a man-made object. It was finely crafted and not fit for the bodies of giants. Those who would use it, would have to be the Goblins.

The Sorcerer furrowed his brow and let out an angry shout towards the building.

“I am a four-eyed Magha of the Rubel Clan! Someone get out here! By order of our King!”

His booming voice echoed off the walls. The sound was weirdly distorted, changing into something ridiculous. This further accelerated the Sorcerer’s irritation.

After a little while, a small figure emerged from the building.

“Well, well, Lord Magha, we’ve been expecting you.”

The ruler of the Goblins, the Little King, bowed down his head’s “crown” more majestically as he solemnly greeted the Sorcerer. What came back at him was a low, angry voice.

“What are you doing?! Responding so leisurely to an order from the King!! You should immediately move as soon as you hear the song!”

A four-eyed giant is glaring at him. Normally this would be a life-threatening situation.

However, the Little King did not lose a trace of his cool expression, and let the Sorcerer’s anger flow past him.

“The King is waiting! It is not long until his eyes’ “insight” opens! You little pests are always so useless! Have you forgotten the kindness that allows you to live here?! This is why your size and eyes are lacking!”

It was not only the furious Sorcerer who was angry. The expressions of his guardian warriors were also grim.

While the Little King received this pressure, another figure came out from inside the building, whispering to his ears and nodded his head to what he heard.

“… Aah. We’ve terribly kept you waiting, Lord Magha. The ritual is complete. Let us spin the Song of Destruction.”

“Finally!”

The Sorcerer was still in a bad mood, but there was some relief in his voice.

A little later, a low roar begins to echo throughout the room.

A series of inexplicable sounds comes from inside the building. It could have been a song, or something resembling a song.

In the open space, a change occurred. The ground rose up around the building containing Little King, and eventually the lid opened.

From the hole that suddenly appeared, bugs crawled out. Huge bugs with dark red shells, Dirty Beast.

An atrocious demon beast said to be the greatest enemy of all the life-forms living in the forest. But right now, it seems to have no will at all and is in such a state of emptiness. There was nothing in it that should be there as a demon beast, or even as a living being. It was nothing more than a large object.

The Little King raised his arm and commanded those behind him, then the Goblins came out.

Dressed in solid gears firmly, without a beam of raggedness, they are Nobles - or perhaps Knights of the ruling class.

They stood below the red beasts facing them. Then, the awkwardly silent bugs started to move. From it’s chest to its belly it split and opened.

Peeking through the opening was not the inside of a living being. It was full of man-made parts of metal and various other materials. Clearly it was not a natural life form.

The knights split up and each climbs into the belly of a red beast.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

There was a seat for a person to sit in, and there were controls and stirrups to transmit a person’s will. It was as if it was the cockpit of a Silhouette Knight.

The chests that had swallowed the knights closed. The red beasts began to move.

-To be a beast, but it is not a beast. The worst kind of demon beast and man’s wisdom combined to create and awaken an abnormal existence.

The edges of the Little King’s mouth twisted into a smile as he announced.

“Phantom Knight… Now, finally, awaken! This is a true Phantom Beast! The end of time is now here!!”

The red beasts, carrying the will of those housed inside, let out a cry.