The demonkind breath, spewed from my mouth like a fire show, incinerated the mother kobold's head.
"Kyuraaaaaaaak!!"
A terrible scream. But it didn't die immediately. Just because its face was on fire didn't mean it would die instantly. The mother, now a veritable ghost rider, instead thrashed its body wildly, unleashing a rampage of agony.
Its body, pierced by the spear, gushed blood profusely due to its violent movements.
I retreated a little with my subordinates. Because the flames were fierce.
"Kyurayaaaak! Kyugyuryaaaaaak!"
"…Fuck."
Seeing it in such agonizing bullshit, I felt like ending its suffering as quickly as possible. But I couldn't. If I went too close and the bastard lunged, the fire could spread to me.
How much time had passed?
The fiercely burning flames extinguished. The smell of burning permeated the air. The mother kobold was sprawled out, as if utterly exhausted.
"Go to a good place."
I immediately took out my hand axe.
