Charge!
Beelzebub, clad in Electro Heavy Armor, was like a terrifying hammer of thunder, smashing into the formation of the Lizardmen.
With a casual swing of his great axe, seven or eight Lizardmen were cleaved in half, their broken corpses tumbling to the ground.
Beelzebub didn't stop, his axe employing simple but deadly sweeps and downward chops.
All the Lizardmen who rushed at him were chopped up like vegetables, split in two.
No Lizardman could halt Beelzebub's advance, they couldn't even get close enough.
The 1.5-meter-long arms, coupled with the nearly 2-meter great axe after enhancement, meant his attack range covered half of the dock's corridor.
Hans, in the rear, looked at the unstoppable Beelzebub, then at the broken corpses scattered all around, blinking bewilderedly once more.
Were these the same Lizardmen that posed a fatal danger to them?
Why did he feel like they were even less of a threat than the Kobolds?