The red devouring demon's big fist was aimed at the fighting god's chest.
　He quickly put out his left arm to cover it.
　The part of the cage shattered noisily and a violent impact and pain hit him.

''Gugu ...... my basket hand made of vajra stone is ......

　The God of War is a mental shocker.
　Vajra Stone is one of the sturdy metals that are popular with the fiercest of the frontline.
　In terms of strength and scarcity, it is the fourth after the legendary divine steel, the illusory star steel, and the scarlet steel.
　To be able to assemble armor made of vajra stone was itself proof that he was special, and he himself was convinced that he was special.

''You!　Demoness!

　If he thought about it calmly, he should retreat, get ready and gather his friends before trying again.
　But the fighting god was not of such an auspicious nature.
　He had turned against the demon that had shattered his confidence.

''[Super Sword], [Ultra Body]

　He strengthens his weapons and physical abilities and takes on the demon again.
　It seems that this was not calculated for the demon, and his response is delayed for a moment.
　The fighting god took advantage of the opportunity and, with only one hand, fired a slash at the demon's right shoulder.
　The red devouring demon tried to stop it with his right arm.
　However, this time the fighting god's sword slashed through its arm.

''Gaaaah?''

　The Red Devouring Demon kicked up the fighting god's left arm with his foot while screaming.

''Guhhhhh!''

　The broken arm could not withstand the demon's attack, and from the elbow upwards was torn off.
　The demon doesn't make a follow-up attack, but jumps backwards.

''Hahahahaha.''

　The God of War who had delivered the full force of his blow was exhausted and breathing on his shoulder.
　Still, he glared at the Red Devouring Demon with his final intent.
　The Red Devouring Demon Fulhit, who had been slashed off from his right elbow to the tip of his right elbow, shot him a look of mixed anger and hatred.
　The standoff between those who had lost one elbow to the other ended when the Red Devourer eventually turned his back and ran into the forest.

''Ni, escaped ......?''

　That's how the God of War interprets it.
　The Red Devourer, who has nothing to do with trivial pride, simply made a quick decision to retreat when he received an unexpected counterattack.
　He is the one who interprets that to his advantage.

''You're afraid of me, ...... I've won.

　Although he lost his left hand, he said that he won because the alias holder escaped.

''You're one hell of a fierce man to take my left hand away from me.

　He didn't want to let the small country know right away.
　He was too busy thinking about how to arm himself with theories on how to avoid damage to his honor.
　Fortunately for him, Red Devouring Demon Fulhit would come to the place where he had a place to live.
　The Red Devouring Demon Fulhit could regenerate his arms if he regained his strength after drinking and eating a large amount of food.
　Once the fighting gods were freed, the victory was as good as gone; in fact, it could be said that the Red Devouring Demon Fulhit had won.
　However, the world would never know about it.
　Because when Red Devouring Demon Fulhit was about to move for his meal, his entire body was vaporized by a fierce pillar of light.

''Red Devouring Demon Fulhit, defeat complete.

Yes. I'll check.

　The man who annihilated the Red Devourer with an attack of light was Bartolomeus.
　And to his left stood a gentleman of about forty years of age, wearing a gray hat and a black jacket.

''Thank you, Master Bartolomeus, for your help.

　The gentleman takes off his hat and bows grudgingly to Val.

'I've been ordered by His Majesty the Emperor to answer your request. It's not worthy of your thanks.

　He replied.

'Then I thank His Majesty the Emperor for ordering you to go to war.

　The gentleman corrected him with a smiling smile.

'I will pay you a contingency fee at a later date. I hope you can trust me, sir.

'Yes. Your country thinks the merchant kingdom can be trusted in that regard.

I'm flattered. Now I'd better be off.

　The gentleman of the mercantile nation salutes Val once more and disappears with the magical tools of transference magic.