Crockta tightly grasped the newly acquired sword.1

Jakiro called it the ‘God Slayer’, a sword that could kill even a god. And Crockta believed that was no exaggeration. He truly believed that with this sword, he could indeed kill a god.1

Its form was similar to before. Like the Ogre Slayer, it was a huge and long greatsword, too large to be considered just a sword.0

But the feeling it gave when he wrapped his hands around its hilt was different. Over the familiar weight of the Ogre Slayer, an indescribable heat warmed his body. The blade had darkened a whole shade, yet when swung with force, it left behind an inexplicable golden afterimage, and when filled with killing intent, red mists rose from it.0

He wanted to swing it in real combat.0

"Crockta! I'm all set!" Tiyo shouted after he had packed everything.0

Of course, there would soon be an opportunity to do exactly that.1

After acquiring the God Slayer, Crockta and his companions decided to leave Geherard. Hedoro’s whereabouts were supposed to be also in the north, and due to the gods' oracle, the orcs were in danger as well.0

"Are you taking off now? Do not lose."0

Jakiro, who had been watching Crockta's training, spoke. Crockta looked at him and nodded.0

Jakiro looked incredibly healthy for someone who had spent days hammering metal in that extreme heat. His body was a bit charred and weakened from skipping meals, but he recovered with ease once he replenished...0