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“General, it’s good to see you again. It’s an honor to see you again!”
I smiled brightly and greeted Benoit.
“I brought you a little gift with my heart. Do you like it?”
Flash!
Just then, lightning struck from behind.
“Did you think you could overcome the power of truth with the power of begging?”
Sereraji let out a loud shout.
Tsukaaaaak-!
“For my life, for the sword and loyalty!”
Sir Tentia swung his greatsword.
Poop poop! Poop poop!
“Any wicked hand that tries to grab Valen’s ankle will have its tendon cut!”
Rudy dove between the tents and pounced on the soldiers running towards me.
I thought this would be a really great gift.
Benoit looked at me and my companions with a bewildered expression.
I shrugged.
“It seems like you’re quite touched. No words of thanks? I don’t intend to decline. Yes. A retreat would be appropriate.”
“… … Archduke Valencian. Yes… … Ensis must have been treated like this too.”
Benoit muttered in vain.
“I couldn’t tell the difference between what was good and what was likely to happen, and I thought I would never fall. I interpreted the world only in a way that was good for me.”
“I know. I hope you don’t make any more mistakes here.”
Benoit's face became distorted.
“I should never have met you in the first place. Damn it, damn it!”
He tried to grab the crucifix around his neck while swearing.
It was clearly a very powerful relic.
Of course, I had no intention of letting Benoit use it.
I extended my left hand towards him.
“You? Summon His Majesty, Archduke Valencian!”
Woohoo!
The black magic tool glove, the invisible hand exerted an invisible power, and Bnoah's hand stopped right in front of the cross.
I gently waved my left hand and pulled him towards me.
"profit!"
Benoit's large body was lifted up and dragged along, and I raised my right hand and hit his cheek.
match!
His face turned the same color as his beard, and I pushed him back, sending him crashing on his butt in the grass.
thud.
A middle-aged man wearing a lot of medals looked up at me.
“Knowing how to give up is also courage. The courage you need now is the courage to somehow save the soldiers and return.”
“… … .”
“Now that it’s come to this, I’ll tell you a secret. If possible, I intend to have the Empire conquer the world without meteors or Your Majesty’s family. If we humans fight among ourselves, it only serves to aggravate our enemies.”
“!”
A convulsion occurred in Benoit's face.
So, I continued, speaking with a sigh.
“If we had spread out in groups of thousands, infiltrated the interior, and attacked by taking over each stronghold city, we might have won the war even if we lost the battle. Your population density through urbanization has progressed a bit further, and your conscription is also faster. Your ability to command a large army is also good.”
Even the imperial family cannot command an army of 100,000 troops right now.
Of course, the Imperial Lords had evolved to train 30 knights who could fight 3,000 men instead of 100,000, but in any case, the army of Langso and the Republic had both quantity and quality.
“You have such an advantage, yet you dare to confront us head-on? What kind of confrontation is this when you can’t even defeat the four of us? This camp could burn down at my word.”
Benoit gritted his teeth and trembled.
There was a look of resentment in his bloodshot eyes, as if he knew everything.
Instead of understanding, I kicked him between the ribs with my white shoe.
puck!
“You must have known. If you know, you should do it! I know. Many people know what to do but don’t do it.”
Everyone knows that if you train in swordsmanship and become a sword user, you can become successful, if you study hard, you can become an imperial administrator, if you brush your teeth hard, you won't have your wallet emptied by church healing priests or blood magicians, and if you choose to become a thief, you'll lose everything.
“But at least we should be different. We are people with something to protect.”
* * *
I started to trample on Bnoah little by little.
“Ahhh! Oh!”
There were some guys who came to their senses only after being beaten badly.
I don't know yet whether I'll kill him or not, but I'll have to make him incapable of performing his duties as a commander, so that the officer who wants to withdraw can take over the command.
The bastard curled up and shouted.
A tear flowed from my tightly shut eyes.
“Langso and officers, move to individual combat with your troops! We must preserve our troops!”
“It’s too late, you idiot! What’s the use of individual combat by an army without food?”
I frowned and stopped kicking.
It was a voice that sounded like he had given up on something great.
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It wasn't just regret over a late order.
Suddenly, I felt an eerie atmosphere from somewhere.
“… … .”
Inside the tent where the guy came out, something like black fog seemed to appear.
I instinctively took a step back, and frowned as soon as I noticed it.
I backed down?
Even before absorbing Az, I burned a 1km-long foreign object?
visor!
I pulled out the black one right away.
“Come out, you ugly thing.”
Swish!
The tent entrance split open and a figure walked out.
At that moment, everyone's eyes in the camp turned in this direction.
“Excuse me, what is that?”
“Oh, light.”
"oh my god."
It was terrifying to see the heavily armed infantry fighting while shouting like crazy, and the sight of them slowly lowering their swords at the same time.
Rudy, who had been running like the wind, also stopped in his tracks, bit his lips, and trembled.
I looked at the bastard, drawing out the spirit of the dragon.
“… … .”
The guy looked to be at least 2 meters tall, and although he was a bit skinny, his build seemed considerable for his height.
He was wearing a flowing black robe, the material of which I couldn't tell, but it was very thick and looked majestic.
As expected of a suspicious person, he wore a hood, and the hood was flat on the top of his head and rose high like a tower.
I couldn't see any hands, shoes, or faces, and especially the hole in the face was just a dark void in my vision.
“Bnoah.”
He spoke in a voice that seemed to echo directly in my head.
My head was pounding, and I found myself frowning.
Benoit looked at him and trembled.
His body was completely frozen and he seemed unable to run away.
“You disappoint me to the end.”
The guy looked at Bnoah.
Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell that he was looking at Benoit.
As Benoit begged, no, he begged.
“… … Your Excellency-.”
Before he could say anything, black feathers began to sprout from all over his body.
Bam, bam bam!
The sight of feathers rising through the flesh was something out of a nightmare.
His flesh began to disappear, his teeth grew longer, protruded forward, and melded with his lips, becoming a white beak of bone.
It didn't even take 5 seconds for the man who was a general of the Republic of Langso and led 100,000 troops to be reduced to a clump of feathers with a beak.
I knew about those black feathers.
“Alzenversa.”
The eroder who had been eroding the monks who had trained their whole lives and even entered the monastery to steal the holy relics also had black feathers.
Those feathered ravagers also showed up during Helena's first sortie and the campaign against the Central Greenskins that led to Sir Tentia's reconciliation with her father.
It was clear that he was the core of a huge eroding cult that threatened the empire.
I gritted my teeth and slowly raised my head to ask.
You must never show any sign of fear in front of such a high-ranking invader.
Because they used their actions to bind the mind, and they dug into that fearful mind with just a word or two.
“Did you say archbishop?”
The moment the bastard turned his head towards me, a crossbow arrow flew towards his back.
Wedge!
The crossbow arrows were shining with divine power so bright that they could be seen even in broad daylight.
Phew!
The arrow sank into the creature's massive body, and a sizzling sound was heard, along with a small puff of black smoke.
“Kill the ravagers and sorcerers.”
* * *
I felt the mana in the area freeze.
It was as if I was stuck in sticky grass and it was hard to breathe.
Witch hunters wearing black and white robes and iron masks walked out from all directions.
“Archduke Valencian.”
“You are a wicked sorcerer, but the devourer comes first.”
“There will be a day when we meet again.”
Knock, knock!
At least 50 witch hunters rushed towards the invader known as the Archbishop.
They held weapons in their palms that radiated warm yet cold divine power.
But the archbishop shook his head slightly as if he disagreed.
“Are they the exiles of Mana?”
Saaaaah-.
Black fog flowed out from under his robes.
The shallow fog quickly flowed away like a river.
It was as if a flood of black waves was swallowing up the meadow.
“How stupid.”
The Archbishop looked out over the entire camp of Langso and the army and said:
“You don’t even know who created you.”
Although I, Sereraji, Sir Tentia, and even Rudy were all careful, it was inevitable that there would be casualties during the battle.
It started with dead Langso and Republic soldiers and badly injured Langso and Republic soldiers.
Screams of confusion erupted from all sides.
“What, what is this!”
“Oh! Light!”
“Cut it out!”
“Pray!”
Pavababak!
Black feathers sprouted from their wounds.
Those who quickly cut off the part with a divine sword were unharmed, but those who were even a little late turned into eroders with feathers spewing from their entire bodies.
“Bring me holy water!”
“The light is shining!”
“The enemies of the Republic are over there.”
Of course, Langso's officers did not take it lightly.
He poured holy water to burn the feathers and slow down the erosion, held the wing pillar holy relics and prayed to strengthen the soldiers in the area, and began to advance to fight the obvious enemy.
however.
All of this was only possible when allies functioned as allies.
Phew!
“Keulkeulkeulkeul!”
An officer was shocked to see a hand sticking out of his chest.
“Father, adjutant?”
The adjutant's eyes were already darkened.
“Hahahaha!”
“Kick kick kick!”
Amidst the savage laughter echoing from all directions, the waves of black fog flowing steadily beneath our feet grew thicker and thicker, while the light of light that stood against it became infinitely small.
puck!
“Ugh, crap!”
Just then a witch hunter rolled on the floor with a feather blade stuck in his neck.
“Keulkeulkeulkeul!”
Something that was once called General Benoit was flinging feathers in all directions.
Every time a feather flew into the sky, a witch hunter rolled on the ground.
The witch hunter freezes the area and mana, steals mana from the opponent, and strengthens his body with divine power.
Therefore, he gained an absolute advantage over magicians who could control mana, and a relative advantage over knights who could strengthen their bodies with mana.
The higher the level of the eroder, the more they dealt with the power of the old things they served rather than mana.
If the eroders were created by an Archbishop-level eroder, they would be able to display terrifying power even in front of a witch hunter.
Ting!
I flicked away the feathers flying towards my neck with the dragon's scales, and sighed inwardly as if the ground was about to cave in.
I had expected that there would be entanglements, but I didn't know that something this big would pop up.
Rudy stood on the roof of a tent and looked at me with a 'what should I do?'
I don't know either.
Then the archbishop looked at me.
“White hair, yellow eyes. A hybrid of Soletaras.”
It seemed surprisingly refreshing.
“I didn’t know we’d meet here.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“I owe you a great debt of gratitude from Soletaraon.”
It was clear that the fake royal family was also created by these guys.
“Yeah. I got the gift. I got scolded a lot that winter.”
The heart of the dragon and the fragments of Az resonated, amplifying their savage rage.
I was trying to light a firework in the future.
I felt like I wouldn't be able to sleep unless I was given just one bite.
Then the archbishop made an unexpected suggestion.
“I’ll repay that favor. How about I go back now?”