Leaving the country of falling-about the fact that he was the 4th granting surgeon in the world-

There is no particular big battle, and the days march on defeating the zombies.

Allied troops joined from each base, and the massive army swelled up to 100,000.

The soldiers are a little bored that the absence of strong enemies and ambushes has prevented them from remaining nervous.

So far there have been no casualties... but the commanders are tingling as soldiers continue to be injured by the underlying zombies.

"Your husband. Sorbet food comparison set, we've got it!

"Nina, thank you. Let's take a snack break."

"" "" Yes ""

We live comfortably in a hippogriff car, so there's nothing to be unhappy about.

"When all this territory is full of zombies... it's going to take a lot of money and time to rebuild. Ian, take the berry sorbet."

"Your husband, please. It's sweet and sour, and it's delicious. In the sense of delaying post-rule reconstruction, Mikael and Axel's attacks were effective."

It's a suicide bomber, assuming you lose.

Zombie contamination of your country's territory after the National Holocaust... even if you win the war, the Kingdom of Nazareth will perish.

Oh, this berry sorbet tastes lovely, but delicious!

Because of the subdued sweetness, you can eat as much as you want.

"There's a zombie out there. Now four people!

"Make sure it's done two to one. If you peel the wrap, burn it thoroughly. If you get hurt, clean the toilet as punishment."

"Roger that!

"You're more afraid of preaching than punishment. The guys who got hurt yesterday, they were so scolded."

Also, it looks like a zombie showed up nearby.

They're dead, so there's no sign of them... but they make loud noises and they move, so it's easy to find them.

It doesn't make sense to attack a heart or steeple, but the movement is troublesome, so it's easy to knock it down.

You just have to slash off your limbs and neck and burn where you can't move anymore.

"Master, I will be joining the Royal Direct Army soon. Count Brando will call you."

When I was also tired of my days of studying and gaming threesomes, a call was made by Count Brand.

"Thank you, Ian. I'll go when I get dressed. I need an escort."

"Yes, sir."

In attacking the King's capital, he was to join the Royal Direct Army, which had defeated the Nazareth from another route.

Originally, we planned to rendezvous near Wang Capital... but the route of the masses no longer needed to be attacked because there was no one alive enemy.

Keeping knocking down zombies like this will only make the soldiers even less nervous.

The Royal Direct Army also has executives from the Duke of Vonker family, Gilberto, a former Prince of the Kingdom of Nazareth, and the Masses who were out in support.

I was hoping to meet Gilberto once, so I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of guy he is.

The Royal Direct Army, like the Mass Army, leaves non-combatants in rear strongholds.

As a result, Mr. Najenda and the others will not be on the front lines.

Wang Capital has Axel Alpha Bernhardt who can summon SS Rank Monsters.

Just in case, we can't all storm.

As far as stampede goes, I don't think Axel is smart... but he must be a powerful enemy.

We have to destroy him so the non-combatants don't get hurt.

By the way, noble troops are still losing at the end of the line.

Zaiza Alpha Bernhardt kept me doing whatever I wanted and driving me back near the border.

This body is more of a punishment than a handle.

Too much loss, among the aristocratic executives, they say, is generating a push for responsibility.

It seems that the heart of the Kingdom of Quor has stopped expecting from the aristocracy and has only seen Zaiza as a stepping stone anymore.

It would be an unsatisfactory development for the aristocrats, but if you keep losing all this, you can't help but be abandoned.

They said they made a scene when they joined up too... but if they waited for something like that, the finances of the Kingdom of Quor would be tilted.

For this reason, only the Royal Direct Army and the Masses attacked in the name of speed priority.

Noble executives should have sent decent forces to the battlefield at the same time as eliminating their actionable incompetence.

It's a secret taught story... His Majesty wants to take this opportunity to sharpen the forces of the aging and aging aristocracy and increase direct jurisdiction and popular possession.

"Thank you for waiting, Count Brand. Sorry I'm late."

When he dressed rudely and headed to Count Brand, the executives of the Mass Army were in full swing.

Everyone seems tired of a march full of zombies, but the look on their faces is proud.

You'll be happy to get out of the aristocracy and act with the Royal Direct Army.

"This is me, I'm suddenly sorry. Good luck to you, Jink, Ian. I say hello to the Royal Army, will you come with me?

"Okay."

As we arrived at the rendezvous point and waited, a large army approached us from afar.

"Signs of Karen and the others...... Count Brand, no doubt the Royal Direct Army."

"Okay. Jink, let's get the horse closer."

"Yes."

Face to face, Gilberto... I'd like to see you soon.