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

Logan watched his newly evolved goblin royal atop the wall. Krexa stood confidently on Scorch's back, commanding her legion with precision. The improved hobgoblins and wolves formed a coordinated force, charging into battle against the demons without an ounce of fear.

His creatures swiftly dealt with the lesser demons, while Krexa and Scorch focused their efforts on taking down the stronger ones. Meanwhile, Logan stood nearby, allowing Kryst and Lisa to heal him back to full strength. He hoped he wouldn't encounter an adversary beyond his ability to defeat.

Though the battle seemed to be tipping in their favor, Logan understood the demons would avoid rash confrontations, especially now that his strength had been on display in the Red Iron Republic.

Shifting his gaze out toward the sea, Logan assessed the ongoing fight between ships. It was clear that the human forces were losing out there.

"Is there a way to call the ships back?" Logan asked urgently. "We need to force them to land. I don't have enough water creatures to fight so many of them out at sea." He stood waiting for his two flying creatures, Wyver and Stormwing, to arrive through the next teleportation portal—knowing they could decisively turn the tide of the naval battle.

Nearby, Lady Elara—her armor torn and streaked with blood—raised her hand. Despite looking haggard from the relentless fighting, she nodded to a group of distant troops. Moments later, three fiery signals erupted into the sky, conjured by fire mages, signaling to the distant ships what they needed to do.

"There, hero, I hope you're prepared to face the demons. Once the ships get closer to land, they'll no doubt construct bridges to rush across and attempt to overtake us," Elara said, her tone resolute as she gazed out at the sea.

Her eyes scanned the scene—only nine of her ships remained from the original fleet of thirty at the start of the battle. In stark contrast, the demon ships were still numerous. A quick count showed at least twenty to twenty-five vessels, their presence daunting and unyielding.

Logan couldn't help but smile. His creatures had successfully cleared out the demons within the harbor, and now they stood eagerly by, hungry for more experience as they stared toward the sea.

Meanwhile, Krexa and her goblins worked diligently, channeling earth magic to repair sections of the docks, creating simple but sturdy bridges. These structures were designed to hold up in the inevitable battle, should the demons choose to land.

"Logan," Rubina called out, her voice carrying urgency. "Silvia and Marie are about to open the next gate. Riptide, your two winged creatures, and Luna are about to be teleported."

Rubina stood alongside other mages, using her own mana to bolster the array's strength, ensuring the portal would successfully bring reinforcements to the battlefield.

"Thanks. I'll get ready to enter the fight now. Make sure everyone is prepared for the next round—have all mages stationed over the wall to welcome the humans as they disembark from the ships before the battle begins," Logan said, his voice firm with authority.

As he finished, his next set of creatures emerged from the teleportation gate. Logan's face lit up with a smile as he spotted Luna, whom he had unintentionally neglected during his journey to find new companions.

She bore an uncanny resemblance to Ferra, though her smaller stature set her apart. Nine long tails fanned out behind her, releasing cold winds that sent shivers through everyone nearby. Beside her, the massive bear roared—a commanding presence with glistening white fur that gleamed in the sunlight. Standing on his hind legs, the bear's gaze swept across the battlefield, searching for potential enemies.

"Glad to see you both bursting with energy," Logan said, his voice steady. "Get out there and freeze the water to create bridges so the humans can escape their ships safely. We'll fight once everyone is clear. Now, go!"

Without hesitation, both creatures sprang into action. Riptide dashed through the large gate, while Luna leapt acrobatically over the wall with effortless grace. Her two-meter fox form was a breathtaking sight, her movements captivating both Logan and those around him as she conjured icy pillars to aid their strategy leaving small snowflakes behind her.

Logan turned his attention to his two flying large creatures, which were drawing plenty of admiration from those around. His eyes landed on Serana, perched confidently on Stormwing as it swooped in.

[Just you?] Logan asked, spreading his angelic wings as he prepared to mount Wyver, who awaited him.

[Yes. I left my minions to guard Rosethorn. We can't all be here; the capital must remain protected. They might attack it at any time,] Serana replied. Her words made Logan nod in agreement. He knew firsthand how Zaryx had previously attempted to assault his town. He couldn't afford to spread his forces thin and give the demons another opportunity to invade.

[Still, it feels good to have you with us, Serana. You're one of my strongest units,] Logan said as he settled onto Wyver's back.

The mighty creature let out a deep, resonant roar before ascending into the sky, wings slicing through the air with commanding force.

Logan ascended into the sky, his role clear—to separate the demon ships and turn the tide of the naval battle. Below him, Zephyr was still hard at work, his wind magic pushing enemy ships around, even conjuring tornados to hurl vessels away. But the strain was beginning to show; he needed rest.

[Relax, Zephyr. We've arrived,] Logan called out, his voice steady with reassurance.

Without hesitation, he decided to unleash his beast's strongest abilities right from the start. Commanding Wyver, Logan activated Icy Dominion, their combined power creating a massive cage of ice that trapped every ship within their range.

The demons retaliated, casting a flurry of spells, but they were easily countered as a biting cold wind swept across the battlefield. The freezing air slowed the enemies, their movements growing sluggish under its harsh embrace.

"Wyver, keep them frozen. I'll go down and start clearing the ships," Logan instructed, his tone resolute as he descended toward the vessels with the fewest demons aboard.

While Wyver maintained Icy Dominion, Logan cast Polar Rift, the deadly synergy between their skills producing massive two-meter-long ice spikes. The jagged spears rained down from above, piercing the hulls of enemy ships and dealing swift, devastating blows to the demons below.

Logan then activated Cryo Surge, enhancing his speed and dexterity as the cold strengthened him. Reinforcing himself further with Frozen Aegis, another of Wyver's abilities, he ensured his body remained unaffected by the surrounding chill.

The demons, rendered nearly immobile by the freezing temperatures, proved no match for Logan's precision. With Darkness Arrow, he targeted their heads and hearts, the magical projectiles hitting their marks with lethal efficiency. Most demons were too slow to react, allowing Logan to eliminate them with just two or three arrows per target, effortlessly clearing the first ship

Logan glanced toward another ship nearby, spotting Serana as she leapt down to confront the demons directly. Stormwing, her powerful companion, unleashed devastating arcs of electricity that drilled through the ships, leaving destruction in its wake. At times, dark clouds seemed to form around the bird, releasing bolts of lightning that streaked across the battlefield.

With each clap of its wings, Stormwing generated massive shockwaves, causing the sea to churn and waves to rise. The chaos rocked the enemy ships, some tipping precariously, while others outright tumbled.

The ship Serana landed on quickly became a scene of carnage, bathed in blood as she tore through the demons. She did not return to Stormwing but instead unleashed her bats, scattering them to other ships. Teleporting between vessels through her bat forms, she moved with eerie precision, striking enemies on multiple ships while keeping them off balance.