I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

Brian fastened his gauntlets after finishing his elixirs, then looked toward the bodies and sneered.

"Just wasting mana…"

He hated using his power needlessly, but the bodies had to be removed.

Many soldiers from Elris cried out, staring at their fallen allies with pained expressions. But this did not stop Brian. He slammed his fist into the ground, causing underground explosions that lifted searing hot dirt into the air—dirt so heated it hardened into slabs of rock mid-flight. With another strike, he launched these slabs skyward, expecting them to rain down like comets.

But they didn't.

The wolves Owen had pointed out before—before, the brown, silver, black, and gray ones—moved with staggering speed, even faster than Brian at his peak, and hurled the falling meteors away.

"So you were planning something. Damn it!"

Brian scanned the field, seeing the thousands of bodies. He understood the danger if he couldn't get rid of them.

"Well, Owen, got any bright ideas? I doubt rain will clean this up, and even Kiel is being pushed back…"

Owen, who had been watching the battle in silence, clenched his jaw. He was ready to pull his hair out, knowing they had only dealt with maybe a third of the demons so far.

"Nothing, man. I'm a ranged fighter, not a commander. I usually hunt alone." He thought of Logan—how that guy always found a way.

The boy was probably doing better than them. Owen had heard another demon army was headed toward Logan's territory.

"Well, think hard. And ask the couple over there if they've got any input—assuming they're done hugging each other. We need to win, not act like we've already lost."

Brian clicked his tongue and glared at the wolves, who seemed to be mocking him with their stares.

"Useless. They're all useless." He tightened his fists, knowing another wave of fighting was coming. Whether they could win or not no longer mattered—they had to keep going.

Suddenly, the army behind them stirred.

Two massive silhouettes appeared in the distance, lasting only a few seconds before being overshadowed by a central figure—a large bird crackling with electricity. It wasn't alone. Three others followed behind it.

As they got closer, they could make out a bear suspended in the air, held up by a long, thin web stretched between two massive dragons.

"What the hell?" Brian and the others stared, trying to make sense of the scene. The bear looked terrified, dangling midair.

It wasn't until Owen called out two names that the soldiers around them began to cheer.

Above the dragons' heads, Ren and Yui could be seen—each sibling riding atop a dragon of their own.

"We got backup! And Logan's got dragons now? Damn, makes me wish I was a tamer," Owen called out. The comment made Brian sneer, but he didn't argue. If those beasts could be useful—and even act as shields—he wouldn't complain.

Besides, that damn boy wasn't here.

"Well then, let's get ready. This might finally turn the fight in our favor. And hey, at least you didn't burn through all your mana," Owen added, hoping to keep Brian from doing anything reckless toward the new arrivals.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's get ready. All I want is to kill that silver beast," Brian replied, smiling coldly as he stared down the wolf.

The enemy forces began to look in their direction, a flicker of unease spreading through their ranks—and Brian noticed it.

As soon as Drakhel landed, Ren leapt down. He slashed through the web to release Riptide, the massive bear-like creature, and mounted its back, ready for battle.

The soldiers of Elris parted to make way for him, careful not to provoke the beast. It was one of Logan's strongest, and none of them wanted to start an international incident.

Yui, meanwhile, remained on Narok's head.

She and the dragon seemed oddly comfortable with each other—close, even—but Ren wasn't about to complain. If the dragon was willing to protect his sister, that was good enough for him.

When he finally reached Owen, the archer, Ren called out over the growing noise of the battlefield.

"How's the battle going over here?"

Owen looked up before replying.

"Not well. We need to get rid of those bodies—and fast. We think they have necromancers."

Ren scanned the battlefield and felt a wave of pain settle in his chest. So many soldiers had fallen to the demons. Thousands of bodies lay scattered across the ground, a grim testament to the cost of this fight.

"Well… I guess Logan was right to send us a sort of necromancer too," Ren said quietly. "That dragon I came in on? He ate a damn vampire god. So, he should be able to clear some of those bodies out…"

Owen flinched at the words but didn't question them.

The two looked toward the dragon as it rose back into the air. It began to fly over the battlefield, hovering above the bodies—and then, it started draining them. Torrents of blood surged upward, as if a fire hydrant had burst.

"Damn… what power. I can feel it even from here."

In the distance, the demons tried to retaliate, launching volleys of projectiles at the dragon. But none of them made contact. The creature seemed untouched, its presence growing darker, as if it were preparing a strike of its own.

"To tell you the truth," Ren said quietly, "I don't even know what this creature is fully capable of… and the amount of blood it just took in—that's nothing to scoff at."

Suddenly, all hell broke loose.

A massive sphere of blood formed in front of the dragon—twenty meters wide, rippling with dense, crimson energy. The creature compressed it steadily.

"Everyone, fall back!" Ren shouted. He didn't know what kind of devastation was about to be unleashed, but he had no intention of being caught in it.

The enormous mass continued to shrink—twenty meters compressed into a near-perfect sphere only a meter across. And then, it detonated.

Four massive orbs of blood shot forward, each one streaking across the sky like a bloodied comet, hurtling straight toward the demon camp.