Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

*Boom!*

With a deafening crash, a massive figure charged straight toward Erica. In response, she swiftly drew her weapon and prepared to fight back. The contrast between the towering, building-sized wild boar and the slender girl was stark, yet Erica stood her ground, determined to hold off the monstrous beast.

As she braced herself for the clash, Erica invoked a powerful incantation, her voice echoing across the battlefield:

"The Lion of Steel and the Lionheart King, hear the oath of Erica Blandelli. I am the inheritor of the horn flute, the descendant of the Black Knight, and my sword will never break as long as my will remains unyielding. Lionheart, the essence of the struggle now lies in my hands, and the time for our duel has come. Reinhardt!"

With a fierce determination, Erica charged at the wild boar, her holy sword held tightly in her grip. However, the wild boar was no ordinary beast—it was one of the ten incarnations of the God of War. Standing at an imposing 20 meters tall, its terrifying bulk could demolish half of the Colosseum with a single charge!

Without hesitation, the wild boar collided head-on with Erica.

*Boom!*

The impact sent Erica flying backward. If not for the protective Word Spirit she had cast earlier to strengthen her body, she would have been obliterated by the force of the blow. As it was, she lay motionless on the ground, her body limp from the sheer power of the collision.

But the wild boar wasn't finished. It continued its relentless advance, and as its enormous foot was about to crush Erica, she closed her eyes in despair.

'To think I would die here… I really underestimated the power of the gods,' she thought, accepting her fate.

But the end never came. Instead, she felt herself being enveloped in a warm embrace. When she opened her eyes, she found herself hundreds of meters away from the battlefield, cradled in the arms of a man as they soared through the air.

"Is it… you?" Erica immediately recognized the young man holding her—it was the same one she had shared a cold drink with just moments earlier. He had seemed like an ordinary person, so how had he managed to rescue her from the wild boar?

She didn't understand, but there was no time to ponder.

The wild boar, having lost its target, was charging toward them again with renewed fury. In its beast's mind, Erica was the prey that must be vanquished.

"Be careful!" Erica couldn't help but warn him.

As the wild boar barreled toward them, Alexander sighed. "Troublesome beast… how annoying."

Just as he finished speaking, a thick wall of ice suddenly materialized before him.

*Boom!*

The wild boar slammed into the ice wall with all its might. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ice, but it held firm. Despite the wild boar's incredible strength—enough to topple buildings—the ice wall remained unyielding.

"So strong!" Erica exclaimed in awe. She hadn't expected that the same wild boar that nearly killed her couldn't break through Alexander's defense. Just how powerful was this man? He must be on par with the legendary god-slayers… or perhaps something even more formidable.

The wild boar continued its futile struggle, but it couldn't break through the ice. The ice wall was no ordinary barrier; it was imbued with the combined powers of Doma's blood art, Esdeath, and various ice-based magics, making it far stronger than mere frozen water.

Then, with a simple wave of his hand, Alexander summoned a frost that blanketed the wild boar, freezing it solid. The colossal beast was immobilized in an instant.

Simultaneously, a large golden sword appeared in Alexander's hand. It was the Sword of Promised Victory. He raised the sword high and shouted, "Noble Phantasm, Unleash! Excalibur!"

*Boom!*

A brilliant golden light erupted from the sword, engulfing everything in its path. The frozen wild boar was instantly shattered into ice dust. Under the radiant golden light, the beast disintegrated into countless sparkling fragments, drifting down like snowflakes.

As the light faded, Alexander silently sheathed the Sword of Promised Victory. He then gently set Erica down and looked at her.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Erica, still in shock, shook her head. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened. How could Alexander be so powerful?

Who was he, really? Was he a man? A god? Or perhaps… a godslayer?