With the crimson of war surrounding him, he grinned fiendishly as he swung his battle axe down once more.
In the next second, he was blown away by Manson's counterattack, losing more than half his life. After all, being a poisonous Golden One, any casual strike was lethal, but Brother Meow's battle axe had already cut into Manson's waist and abdomen.
This Earth artifact belonging to the Shield Dwarves clearly inherited the grudges of the two races and became increasingly frenzied as it cut into the body of the Wolf Man.
Perhaps the Mother Earth was voyeuristically watching; either way, Manson already felt the numbness in his legs and looked down.
What a sight!
His own feet were petrifying upward from where they touched the ground.
Damn it, why is your Dwarf Divine Spirit as petty as your believers?
Such a noble Mother Earth is using an axe swung by an Avalon believer to sneak attack me, a sixty-something old Wolf Man, isn't that right?
