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The Republic of Langso operated hundreds of reconnaissance units.
Therefore, the soldiers standing guard in front of the main gate of the barracks often pondered the meaning of their existence.
“Ugh. It’s so cold outside, I don’t know what I’m doing standing here.”
“Hold on. But we still have a stove that we can use among ourselves.”
“What good is a brazier? You don’t even have time to gather firewood.”
It was a bright sunny day.
A few friendly stray cats came into the camp and meowed, the kind-hearted cook offered them fish heads and rubbed their heads at his feet, the senior soldier nodded off while praying, and the officer in charge was nowhere to be seen.
The soldier also thought that he should put down his spear and pray.
My colleague had already leaned the window against the wall, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together.
The soldier also closed his eyes.
Just then a wind blew, sweeping across the fields and causing ripples in the lake.
So the soldier only noticed someone's appearance when the sound of shoes was approaching him.
“Chu, loyalty! Huh? Huh?!”
“You’ll be loyal to me? Not bad.”
He was a man who seemed to have stepped out of a portrait of the Soletara royal family that the soldier had once seen.
His white hair sparkled and shone translucently in the sunlight, his nose was high and his jawline was sharp, and his yellow eyes were wild enough to not match his dapper uniform and face.
The soldiers also knew this from the adults, the church clergy, and the training camp instructors, until their ears bled.
The nobles and royal family of the Soletaras Empire are all monsters created by mixing with evil foreign races, and we have a duty to drive out such monsters and create a world for true humanity.
Only then did the soldier understand why the adults had said that.
Those red lips and sunken eyes, slightly pointed ears and long fingers, a perfectly symmetrical face, and a certain majesty and charm that cannot be explained by a list of letters.
If I had to choose the thing that most resembled the atmosphere he appeared in, it would be the beauty felt when looking at wild beasts such as tigers, lions, and leopards.
“Not bad,” a voice said in the soldier’s ear.
I want to have that, I want to be like that, I want to look good to that person, I want to be loyal to that person.
Nothing is so fatal as the favor of the strong.
The founders of Langso foresaw that unless they overcame it, humans would live forever as slaves to someone else, and their descendants a thousand years later only then realized how difficult it would be to refuse it.
The soldier spat out reflexively.
“Oh, Lord!”
* * *
Valencian smiled cheerfully, revealing his white, neat teeth.
“General Benoit is inside, right? The order to withdraw hasn’t been given yet.”
The soldier nodded as if in a trance, but then blocked the entrance to the barracks as ordered.
Valencian smiled faintly and waved his black-gloved hand.
Telekinesis was unleashed, and the long pole shook precariously.
Bam!
The spear held by an invisible hand crumbled along with the soldier's last fighting spirit, and the Grand Duke of Mangnani entered the camp with a leisurely gait.
“Huh, huh?”
“Crazy! Why are you here-?”
“Hey, it’s Valencian!”
Countless questions and wary voices rang out, and only then did the two sentries come to their senses.
'Duke Valencian is a powerful sorcerer.'
'It is said that he alone dyed the sky red and killed the Sword King Ensis.'
“Catch him!”
“It’s an emergency!”
“Oh! Light!”
The soldiers who had come to their senses came rushing in in a blackened manner, giving themselves basic blessings.
“Give me the strength to make history!”
A gentle divine power rose and fell throughout his body, and the soldiers' eyes became filled with heat.
It was a low-level prayer that gradually increased strength and reflexes.
Valencian laughed brightly as if there was nothing rough about it.
“Ah- hahahaha!”
Just the sound of that laughter was enough to cause the surrounding soldiers to cover their ears in agony.
“What, my head-.”
A snake-like flame rose from the palm of the Grand Duke's hand and flew out as two 'fire spears'.
Wedge!
One foot shot straight up into the sky, the other arched into a parabolic arc that fell upon the wagon train.
pop!
The flames spread in ripples, engulfing several wagons and setting them ablaze.
“Bring me water!”
“It’s a food cart! Without it, we can neither advance nor retreat.”
“First, take out the good ones!”
The soldiers pulled out the intact wagon with their pack horses.
Valencian smiled at the sight.
The firing of the fire spear was not a random and emotional attack, but a strategy to thoroughly calculate the scope of destruction and make the movement of Langso and the army a fait accompli.
'It's a burdensome amount to advance into the Imperial territory where you don't know what's there, but I thought I'd have enough left over to return to my home country if I saved up. It's me after all.'
He pulled out a black torch and walked around the entrance to the camp, raising the flames like a curtain.
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'Isn't it time to come out?'
He lived as a fighter for 40 years and learned the rhythm of the battlefield.
When ambushed, it took about a minute and a half for the elite main force to move, which was enough time for Valencian to reduce at least 300 men to ashes.
Whaaaaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaaa!
Instead of slaughtering the soldiers, he instead hurled his fiery spears at the hay and supply tents here and there.
“Over there!”
“Get ready!”
“Bring me the holy relics!”
The tent that had probably been storing the holy water exploded, shattered glass shards flew out and struck Valencian on the handsome forehead, and the soldiers realized that their makeshift prayers were not enough to jump into the flames.
Officers came running out, holding winged bars.
“Lord, give me the strength to cut down the enemies who threaten your sons and daughters!”
As they prayed and planted the winged iron bar into the ground, a brilliant divine power spread out in wide ripples, permeating the soldiers in the area.
"let's go!"
“Three people per group!”
“You escort the long-distance prayer unit!”
A hundred or so elite soldiers with large shields and swords rushed forward, while elite soldiers in cloth robes raised staffs with ringed crosses and fired sacred rays of heat.
'This is a position that directly corresponds to the Paladin, Warrior Priest, Knight, and Wizard. Of course, the quality will be slightly lower, but the maintenance cost will be lower, and training will be much easier.'
Valencian thought so and hung up his black robe.
“I will deal with you.”
Contrary to his words, the sight of him lowering his sword raised doubts in the eyes of Langso and the Republic soldiers.
“Not me.”
Flash!
The next moment, lightning struck from the clear sky.
bang!
A red knight in mechanical armor rushed forward, his red mana blades billowing out like waves.
* * *
“Lord Tentia. Clear the way. Sister Sereraji. Subdue the regular soldiers. And Rudy. … … I won’t ask why you’re here. Just officers with strong divine powers, enough not to die, you know?”
I asked the three of them to follow me and started walking towards the large tent where Benoah would be.
“Stop it!”
“We must protect the general!”
“Forward window!”
chuck!
The common soldiers of Langsowa formed a phalanx, carrying large square shields and spears.
The spears of ordinary people without mana could be blocked with an eyelid, but their spears were white-hot due to divine power.
Instead of rushing forward, I blocked Sereraji's path with my body and waited for her to complete her spell.
“There’s no need for such consideration.”
“Take it when it’s given to you. It hurts a lot when you get hit with it. It’s hot and cold all the way to your bones.”
“Oh my. You are evil to the core, and it doesn’t hurt that much to a pure wizard like me. In fact, I don’t even want to get hit.”
“Yes. The black color of the drink is also a pure color.”
“You speak so pleasantly to the listener!”
Sereraji glared and struck his staff on the ground.
earth!
Under the influence of an invisible force, her blue hair rose and fell in waves, and translucent blue beads spread out in ripples in all directions.
Woohoo!
The scattered grains stuck to the weapons of Langso and the soldiers, and the weapons with the grains attached to them immediately rose up and flew back about a hundred meters.
“What is this?”
“Okay, grab it!”
“Don’t push!”
“Hey, this side is pulling!”
The soldiers of Langso and the Republic either dropped their weapons or rolled on the ground while holding them.
It was a spell that used the magnetic force of the 'magnetic field' as a repulsive force.
The shield formation that looked like a magnificent castle wall was destroyed by a single spell.
“Huh, huh?”
“Wait a minute, ah. Shit.”
“It’s done.”
The soldiers who had dropped their weapons looked up at me with their butts down.
I taunted them and kicked them in the jaw once, knocking them out.
"evil!"
“Ugh!”
“Ouch!”
This was not an act of wickedness, but rather a kind consideration to avoid later criticism that he had done nothing and just suffered.
“You coward! Targeting unarmed soldiers!”
Of course, they were free to think otherwise.
A heavily armed infantry unit armed with swords and shields burning with divine power blocked me.
It was clear that it would be an advanced force with the Lansowa to counter the knights and paladins.
Since divine power is a blessing that overlaps, the longer you delay, the more disadvantageous it becomes.
So instead of taking matters into my own hands, I decided to exercise the freedom of calling upon my loyal knights.
“Who are the ones who crossed the border first and are talking about cowardice? It’s not even funny! Sir Tentia. Today, teach them chivalry!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
With a loud noise that shook the earth, Sir Tentia, wearing mechanical armor, came running.
“His Highness the Duke of Valencian, I am Tentiara!”
Cheeeeek!
With each step he took, steam rose from his back, and the steel fibers beneath his plate armor flexed like muscles.
“I will send all you traitors back to the Lord!”
“Lord!”
Calling on the same god's name, the Tentia Lord and the Lansowa Heavy Infantry Captain clashed.
The black sword clad in divine power burned brightly like a holy sword, and the great sword of Lord Tentia shimmered red like the swords of the Four Heavenly Kings protecting the Demon King.
The swords of the Lansowa and Heavy Infantry Captain slashed upward in a graceful curve, while Sir Tentia's sword slashed downward in a fierce straight line.
bang!
Red and white light collided dot by dot, and the Lansowa hoplite captain flew backwards like a kicked ball.
The heavy infantry soldiers were all shocked, and Sir Tentia raised his sword, casting a shadow over them.
“Today I will teach you traitors about the honor and loyalty of a knight, so learn gratefully!”
“Shut up! You half-breed slave!”
“The devotion that continues through generations is the greatest glory!”
Tsukaaaaak-!
Iron clashed with iron and people flew into the sky.
I walked through the crowd.
“What are you guys doing! Why can’t you catch just three people!”
Up ahead, next to the large tent, there was a rather tall-looking officer.
He looked very, very busy, doing four things at the same time: praying, speaking, listening, and speaking and listening.
He held a winged pillar with his left hand and prayed.
The pillar's wings glowed white with divine power, spreading divine power throughout the camp.
“Witch hunters?”
“We have too many casualties to function as a unit!”
“For now, we are sending them to appropriate locations and maintaining distance while suppressing their mana usage.”
“And yet this is the situation?”
“Blessing Captain! The 1st Infantry Division is requesting additional prayers.”
“What the hell! I’ll try to do something about it!”
It was so respectful to see the mouth and ears working independently.
The problem that arises when the supreme commander also has the best power seems to be no different from Langsoir.
“Hey, Archduke Valencian appears ahead!”
“How many meters ahead?”
I shouted at the wandering officer.
“It’s right in front!”
The officer's eyes widened and he was about to say something.
"this……."
I saw Rudy's shadow rise behind him and laughed bitterly.
It's too bad.
I was wondering what to say.
Pfft pfft!
Rudy covered the officer's mouth with one hand while stabbing him deeply in the officer's left elbow and several places on his side with his Sandworm Tooth dagger.
It was a vital spot that did not pose a major threat to life and could be easily recovered with healing prayers, but it was impossible to do anything right away.
"omg!"
“Huh?”
The soldiers and messengers were terrified when they saw their superior collapse before their eyes.
Rudy aimed Kaspar's gun at them.
“Bread!”
Phew!
The modified shotgun shells used for suppression were fired, sending soldiers and messengers flying away covered in blood.
… … Since the bullet is so small, there will be no danger to life.
……maybe.
I checked up to there and then turned my eyes to find Benoit.
A red-brown beard was running towards the ornate tent.
I flew away laughing.
“In this situation, is the commander going to stay locked up in his quarters?”
I grabbed the bastard's shoulder, turned him around, and slapped him hard in the face.
match!
"uh?"
It was someone else.
“Oh my god!”
match!
I got annoyed and hit him again.
Then the tent door opened and the real Benoah came out.
The guy had a blank expression on his face.