"Pici~pici~," Pitz commanded the two armadillos.
The armadillos, curled up into two balls of Scale Armor on the beach, suddenly sprang open and ran before Pitz.
The others immediately scattered, afraid of being rammed by the armored magical beasts.
A nudge from a regular pig could injure a person, to say nothing of a fully armored armadillo.
Moreover, it wasn't just their size that had changed; their scales had also undergone a massive transformation.
If their defenses could stop bullets before, they should now have no problem withstanding an ordinary cannonball. As their bodies had grown dozens of times larger, the thickness and toughness of their scales had increased to match.
Leech even considered raising an armadillo Cavalry unit in the future.
But considering the armadillos' extreme timidity and their habit of digging holes and fleeing underground at the first sign of trouble, he dismissed the idea.
