Makai Hongi

No, that would be difficult.

“It’s a suicide mission.
That Gigant Centaur lost in a one on one battle.
And so he’s resorting to such temporary measures.”

“What do you mean?”

“He ordered the Golems to charge into the miasma.
And he doesn’t care if some die or they become weak.
You said that fifty of them appeared?”

“Yes.”

“He must have sent many more.
Perhaps eighty or even a hundred.”

“Th-then they just left those who could not move and came here?”

“Aye.
That’s the only explanation for their appearance.
…Damn it.
I don’t like his methods.
He doesn’t protect his subordinates, but uses them as disposable pawns.” 

It made me ridiculously angry.

“Hey, Saifo.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving you in charge.
Go wild.”

“Oh, finally.
You’re awfully generous today.”

“I’m sure you’ve been itching to destroy.
I’m giving you permission.
Go crazy.”

“Alright! Then I’ll do as I please.”

“But keep our own losses at a minimum at the same time.
And Beka.”

“What?”

“You come with me.
We’re going to hunt some Golems.”

“Yay! And I can do what I like, right?”

“Of course.
Don’t hold back.
Crush ‘em into pulp.”

“You bet I will!”

“Painy.
I want you to lead the Reapers out of our base.
Go around and smash the Evil Spirits and Corpse Demons in the third wave.
They are a bad match for ogres.”

“I understand.
We will annihilate them.”

“You don’t have to annihilate them.
They should be in great numbers, so be careful.”

“I am aware.
But we are used to battling superior numbers.”

“I see.
Well, I have to go now.
Saifo, Painy, and Rig.
I leave the rest to you.”

“Don’t worry!”