Desire

A group of bright lights pours down. Gratia's magical army began a full-scale air raid. The ground shakes and the noise makes you deaf. Every time an army of the undead reanimated reaches the bombing, their bodies crumble and lie flat on the ground.

“Oops.”

Haveth, standing on the wall, looks at it and kicks his tongue. I was confident that a battle between an army with no magical intervention would overwhelm me. However, if a wizard intervenes, the story changes. Undead is too powerless against the bombardment of thousands of wizards. Even if you die and come back to life, you won't be able to come back to life if your body is destroyed without a trace.

‘Well, it's not over yet. ’

I just bumped into him for the first time. I have no intention of pulling mulberries from here. Victory or defeat. It's not too late to decide. There are still as many Hands as Jabesh can use. Let's take it out for now. Keep the magic... That should be enough to hold your feet. You can't stall long enough. There is also the Wizard of Master Mae Pain. No matter how many traces you hide, you'll still be exposed to the source.

‘Wizard... knights and soldiers are fine. ’

Let's have a real fight here, too. Escape is clear and perfect. There are no coordinates. Forward combat is possible. If only the dark-starved old men would approve. She kicks her tongue and pulls her foot back.

A black darkness swallowed her up.

‘There you go.'

Haveth's maneuver is gone. Azin's eyebrows twitch. Space travel? There was no such color. I hid myself as if I hadn't been there in the first place. No, to be honest, I didn't feel well. There's too much evil magic around. Confounds and confuses the senses.

‘I've only just landed on the island and fought my first battle. Are you saying you didn't mean to get all worked up in the first place? ’

It's the same this way. The emperor, five stars. I didn't show much strength. Rivera doesn't make it to the front either. All war was fought around infantry and the Knights, and the Magic Troops put their assistants behind them.

I didn't know you were involved in the Dark Star.

The situation is not bad. Gracie is still overwhelming. It is also an opportunity for Azin and for Hermione. The bombing does not stop. The magic cast by the sorcerers smashed the undead from the front and even destroyed the wall behind them.

“Found it.”

The golden star mutters. As soon as it spits, the golden star's body disappears. The golden star that appears on the wall of destruction ignores the spilling magic and pursues traces of Necromancy magic. Bright gold surrounds his surroundings and prevents the magical bombardment from spilling over him.

Shortly after, he discovered the source of that dreadful magic. It was an evil, dark magic essence that frightened even the swiftest of hands. The golden star rolls up the robe's sleeve while grinding its teeth.

The Pentagon's five stars each have a different magic organ. Red stars are fire magic. Blue stars are water magic. Green stars are plant magic. Purple stars are spiritual magic. Now the court wizard, Müren was the ultimate sorcerer of mineral magic.

Elemental magic, essentially, the rain each aims for and pursues. The magic of the golden star is a little different from theirs. He is a sorcerer at the height of divine magic. The golden star loosened Rosario, which was filling her wrist. He takes a deep breath and kneels on the ground.

The crest of the creator Gladiolus, decorated in Rosario, emits a bright light. The dawn of a golden star begins. The Divine Magic cannot do great harm to the target. You can't conjure something as glamorous as other elemental magic.

But when it comes to defense and purification, divine magic is dominant over other magic. In this hellish madness of the Undead, the sacred magic of the golden star is absolute. A white light emanates from his body. The gloomy black darkness over the wall is pushed away by the light.

As soon as the golden star cleanses the Necromancy magic, the undead kneel there. They return to the corpse and no longer resurrect. With it, the fight stopped completely. The barely surviving army of Galyos falls to its knees in despair and fear, and the surviving soldiers of Gracia exhale tiredness.

“.. why did you stop? ”

The emperor opened his mouth. He was an unpleasant face. The battle was longer than expected, and the damage on the Gracias was repaired. The swordsman next to the Emperor's question glances at the Emperor.

“Continue? ”

The swordsman bites with his grave face. I know what the Emperor wants. Nevertheless, the question is to reaffirm the will of the Emperor. And to stop his own dictatorship. The owner of the battlefield is the emperor. All orders must fall from his mouth.

“Keep going. ”

Knowing the swordsman's intentions, the emperor did not add a word to his question. I gave the order with a grave face, and that was enough. The swordsman turns his head.

The order of the slaughter has fallen from his mouth.

The plains outside the walls are stained with blood. There were no survivors except soldiers from Gracia. Some of the weaklings sat there and vomited, but they were extremely few.

“Took you long enough. ”

The emperor muttered as he looked at the sun. The swordsman bows his head as if to beg. The emperor shakes his head and asks.

“How many dead? ”

“.. but I think it's about 30,000. ”

The swordsman replied, killing hundreds of thousands and killing 30,000. It was a celebratory victory. But the Undead, if the Black Wizard hadn't shown up, 10,000 people wouldn't have died. The emperor frowns and mutters.

“Burn the corpse around the Magic Troops. Follow the remaining traces of the Black Wizard through the golden star. Tell each commander to identify the exact damage to the soldiers. And summon the Crown Prince. ”

The Emperor's orders were conveyed immediately through the swordsmith. When the summoning order is issued, Hermione's face is slightly frozen. Azin whistles with a stiff look on Hermione's face.

[Do not shake.]

Hermione nods slightly at the tone in her head. He takes a few deep breaths and raises his hand to slap his cheeks. I felt a little relief from hard facial muscles. Hermione takes a deep breath and rushes toward the Emperor's camp.

“Where's Alcide? ”

The emperor looked at the three princes gathered in front of him and asked. The crowd turns to each other, unable to answer. One is Savirt, and three is Rufel. And the four popes, Hermione. The emperor frowns slightly.

“Is he dead?”

The question never came back. The emperor summoned the swordsman and searched for the whereabouts of Alcide. Shortly after, one of the soldiers led by Alcide turned pale and was dragged out in front of the Emperor.

“Alcide?”

The emperor asked, but the white man's lips tightened without answering the question. Alcade's army has gone deeper into the enemy camp and has suffered heavy casualties due to attacks from others. Except for him, all the Caucasians were dead, and only 300 of them survived.

“Hua, the Crown Prince...”

A stammering white man kneels on his knees. He shouts with his head to the ground.

“Lord, kill me! ”

“What happened to Alcide?" ”

The emperor frowned and said again. The unpleasantness he felt was not due to the possibility that his son was dead or dead. He was just annoyed that his words were reversing.

The white man groaned and said what he saw in the fierce gaze of the emperor. Through an arrow that flew away from Prince Alcade's glabella. The man who was shot by that arrow, the fallen Alcade, stood up to the undead, bit the other soldiers and wielded his fingernails.

“So.”

The emperor opened his mouth.

“You must have put a sword in that arcade. ”

“Well, I had no choice.”

The white man stammered and said. Touching the royal body was a sin that would not be enough to exterminate the Old Testament. But on the battlefield, how can it be forbidden to attack an enemy attacking this side as an undead? The emperor nods.

“I forgive you for that. ”

The emperor shakes his head.

“But I couldn't protect the royal family. That is unforgivable. Summon the survivors from Alcide's army. ”

A few hundred soldiers were brought before the Emperor. The emperor looks down at them with a grave face.

“You're supposed to kill your life and your family and relatives, but this is the battlefield. So I will show you the proper mercy. You only take your lives, not your family, not your relatives. ”

The emperor raises his hand.

“You will be treated as warriors, and your family will be rewarded accordingly. ”

“Thank you. ”

The white man barely said. Hearing his gratitude, the emperor lowered his hand. The Spirit King of Flame's hand covers their bodies. A superheated flame enveloped them. Without feeling any pain, they turn to black ash and are scattered in the wind.

“Asshole. ”

The emperor mutters, "Alcade was his second son, and he has never shown any particular affection." Alcide was not a great prince. At least, that's what the emperor thought. Nevertheless, I was greedy and ambitious. So I thought you could do something about it.

I never thought I'd die in the first battle. The emperor shook his head. He looked at the three princes looking at him.

“Congratulations."

The Emperor's lips opened.

“An opponent died like an idiot. Three. I thought this war was going to be as easy as beating a child's wrist... but I didn't expect this variable to happen. ”

The emperor laughs low.

“Rather, it's good. Do everything you can. I want to see how far and how far you can go. ”

“.. are you okay with that? ”

The question was one, Savirt. He looks at the emperor with a gloomy face. Savirt's gaze and the emperor's gaze collide in the air.

“What answer do you want from me? ”

The emperor tilted his head and asked.

“Do you want me to shed tears because my second son died incompetently? I like the look of that. A father mourning his son's death. But I don't want to think of him as my only son who's dying. ”

The emperor turns away.

“Do not be swayed by useless temptations. I'm not the emperor you want to be. I do not mourn the death of my son. Especially if it's an incompetent son. ”

The emperor disappeared in front of the princes, leaving behind the words. Xavirt sighs and covers his face with his hands. The Rupel standing beside Hermione was a stiff face. You may die. The thought makes his fingertips tremble.

Hermione bows her head. It pretended to be a stir rather than a calm. It was an act, so it was natural in this situation. The fluctuations in the pleural fluid and the fluctuations in the smoke are different. Azin glanced at Hermione in a satisfied manner.

‘Is the problem going forward? ’

We don't know how long the war will last, but we must kill the other princes before this war is over.

Don't let the Emperor notice.