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On an obstruction-proof hill protecting the continental cannon (Continental Cannon), Old General Mintz was watching the war as he grabbed the baton.

Mirko comes up there with an assistant.

"The remnants of the avant-garde, the Sino-Garde proselytizing regiment, have also completed their retreat within the blockade. Deputy General Sarah is safe too!

"You did a great job. The shelling should continue to be limited to Warcraft only. We just have to get rid of them."

Large tentacles in the rear and swarms of warcraft in the front.

Having seen the war situation, Mintz had an insight that these two streams were moving completely apart in an instant.

This one just holds the head of the Warcraft, and the big tentacles behind it or looming will crush the Warcraft.

That's it, Mirko figured it out.

"But Sir Mintz. The big tentacles behind it don't have the power to exchange."

Mirko has been desperately building defenses to the critical point of time.

Because I believed that would protect Sarah, the general.

However, because I am a designer, I can't help but see obstruction breaking into the momentum of the big tentacles.

"What shall we do, stay..."

"Right. In this flow, call it a defense. They all break through. But look closely. Big tentacles flow only from one side."

"On the other hand?

Just one. Mintz's little eyes calmly gazing at the war from the top of the hill see a line no one else can see.

"Yeah. No matter how strong it is, it's unilateral. Even if you can't kill the momentum, you can recieve it. I guess I originally made the defense base for that. At this angle, we'll reinforce it with a slash formation by the Grand Shield."

Mintz waves the baton.

Then he signaled it, and Twitter, a nearby musician, started beating Dawn on the big drum.

"Twitter Schaitholt, I'll play the slash line theme!

I was wondering what that easygoing musician could do to help, and it seemed like he was there to contact the soldiers under Mintz.

Even on the battlefield, where the bursting sound of the cannon sounds, the rhythm of the drum sounds strange and reaches the ear.

In keeping with that rhythm, soldiers with large shields formed beautiful slope formations in various parts of the blockade.

What a strange curiosity.

To the young Mirko, the commanding stick shaken by the old general Mintz looked like a magic wand.

"Oh, the great tentacles will be recirculated!

The momentum of the Great Tentacles, which trampled both the city, the Knights and the Warcraft, was only channelled through the reinforcement of the Great Shield Squad.

By the way, the shields are bounced off screaming, but the guards, still inspired by the fierce drum rhythm of Twitter's beating, endured all without leaving their respective fields.

The formation was held up by a large tentacle that flowed galloping through the obstruction.

Mirko thought it was probably because of his tremendous trust in Mintz, the general.

"It's like swordsmanship against a great demon. If you take the V-shape, you don't have a stash, but if you take the A--shape, you can squeeze a knife."

"Brilliant...... brilliant!

"Ho ho, to tell you the truth, I'm happy to be doing well, too."

"Even Sir Mintz?"

Guys, I'm shivering at so much horror.

Even in such a phase, what is to be done must not show fear.

"But Mirko, this is human power again. Humans are powerless on their own, but if they come together, they can beat the Warcraft and even receive the power of the Great Demon."

The power of man also held up to the Great Demon God.

But just protecting it eventually breaks through.

Mintz stares at the continental cannon (Continental Cannon) in the rear.

It was seen that magic had already begun to gather.

"And then we'll manage to hold out until the launch of the Continental Cannon."

"Yes!"

Old General Mintz, more than a hundred battlefields have surmounted since he went to war at the age of sixteen.

Its entire life has been colored by many defeats.

I don't even know how many times I've crushed castles and formations by continuing to command a desperate retreat and taking on a few starfrosts, a palace army.

And now he was facing another overwhelming enemy.

But please, goddess.

I want the glory of victory only for this last battle.

The old general quietly prayed as he gripped the baton.

"Sir Mintz, have you let me have a formation?"

Shelley relieved as she watched the base downstairs.

By the time the big tentacles reached, Shelley had already given up the lower base.

I calculated it cold and saw it as unsustainable.

It was Mintz's sophistication that changed that development.

Sherry's role is to finish firing the Continental Cannon before it is destroyed.

Thanks to the blockage holding up, I could afford a lot.

"You can do it at this distance. Miss Sherry."

Wake, the gunner, laughs at Nihil.

This guy, who's always floating, doesn't know what a nervous thing is.

"Just a moment, magic is in the final filling phase. You only have one bullet. Make sure you decide."

"If I take it off, the goddess will do something about it and the people will just perish. Cook, it's no big deal."

Wake up to this.

The shooting power of that Zului is hundreds of shots.

If it's a dying phase if I take it off, I've gotten over it countless times.

I can afford a wake.

"Hey! I don't care about anything else, but you'll have trouble crushing our country. Ooh!

Screaming for nothing to do, Lebnand is doing the final stage of magic filling

At the base of the turret, where all the magic gathered from the magic cable, Lebnand reverses his silver hair and scatters it from his hands to the bees and sparks for the final filling.

"That's a senior magician. It will increase the amount of magic that you see."

"I'm the best magician in Castile, it's obvious! Oh, already, everyone, get out of our country quickly!

For his last breath, Lebnand did all he could to fill his magic with pride and willingness of a senior magician.

The magic is equivalent to a hundred normal magicians.

From inside the turret, the intense blue light was starting to leak.

"I did it. Final fill complete. You can go anytime, Mr. Wake!

"All right, earplugs, get out of the way!

Wake, with no force at all on his shoulders, pulled the trigger quietly, aiming.

"Huh?

I thought it might be underdeveloped due to a lack of reaction for a moment, but it was different.

The light exploded from the turret and dyed the area white on one side.

"Wow!

Shelley and the others were drunk by the sea of light and couldn't see anything.