Legend

Command of the Royal Mireana Army, the advance forces. So the two men, who are also heads of the neutral, aristocratic, who have finished giving quick instructions to numerous decrees, once again turn their gaze to Ray.

In the meantime, Ray quickly looked around inside the command and breathed a small sigh of dismay at Elaine's absence.

With that sigh and Ray's gaze on the aristocrats... no, I guess I knew right away who I was looking for. Filma opens her mouth to no one.

"It goes without saying that General Princess has the effect of boosting morale just by being on the spot, and even more so when it comes to combat. Stay on the front line and bloom beautifully."

The nobles who were around turn their bewildered gaze to the film. I was wondering what you were saying during this busy time.

In fact, the front lines of the front forces will resume marching, and then nature and this command will march again. The surrounding area is rushing around in preparation for it. That said, even in this command, we only gathered to discuss the flaming tornado that suddenly appeared, and as soon as each of the aristocrats on the spot rode horseback, it was possible to march.

"Clear this chair and get a carriage ready. And food and booze! I'd be sick to be in such a dusty place in a battlefield breeze!

Most of them are aristocrats screaming like this.

A middle-aged man who doesn't even notice his white eyes being turned on by the nobles around him and boards into the carriage he has prepared. The carriage was also so brilliant that it was not commensurate with the battlefield, it was rather a substitute for what I would call a gold hobby.

"... Anyway, I just wanted to say that Master Elaine is on the front line, so don't worry"

Filma turns her gaze only for a moment to the nobility who made a scene without reading the atmosphere and then again to Ray.

That's all Ray understands what Filma said. He said he had been stunning enough to see that he cared about Elaine.

And I spotted Ray's feelings, as did Dusker, who was also his direct boss.

"Well, Ray. I don't know what it's like to ask your enemies to wreak all that confusion, but what about magic?

To such a question, Ray nods with a grin that can be described as invincible.

"Still no problem. You'll be able to fight for a while."

To be precise, not so much magic was used to cause a fire whirlwind. That said, that's only if you think about it from Ray's entire magic power, and a normal wizard consumes enough magic for about 10 people if they want to use that scale of widespread extermination magic.

"Well, then I'm sorry, but can you head to the front again? To let your strength play in a place like this..."

That's when Dusker said it. Ray notices one horseback riding rushing in from behind.

"Is that...?

In Ray's words, I guess those who were on the spot also noticed horseback riding coming from behind. And at the same time, many frown, understanding what it meant to be coming from behind.

But the person who came towards me never cares about such a gaze, he comes close and gets off horseback riding and kneels in front of Dusker or Filma.

"This is an order from Master Arius. The reason is unknown, but the enemy is in confusion. He told me not to miss this opportunity to launch an attack. Also, the main unit will be moving soon, so don't worry about the power."

"... heh"

"I see."

Dusker and Filma smile bitterly at each other and nod face-to-face.

You don't have to know about the fire whirlwind, which was said to be unknown for no reason. But it doesn't have enough power, so it moves quickly. I didn't even have to think about what this word meant.

(Though it was good to push ahead on us, did you decide it would be difficult to drain neutral and aristocratic forces by confusing them with Ray's created tornado of flames? Then we chose to scratch ourselves rather than bother and give us or the aristocrats a hand. Well, I can't even say I'm sensitive to seeing the desk...)

Dusker turns his gaze to Filma as he whines inside. Then Filma comes to the same idea again, and she looks at it in the same way.

……

For a few seconds, we gaze at each other and have a conversation with our eyes and eyes, and soon an agreement is exchanged silently.

"Okay. I want Lord Arius to tell me this one will also move soon. However, if you can, tell them that it would be helpful not to participate in the battle, but to give them a glimpse and restrain their movements."

"Ha, got it. Without a doubt, I will tell Lady Arius that."

When the decree, which was kneeling and listening, nodded small, he returned his heel and flew away on a horseback ride.

"It's a lot quicker for a king soldier."

Potsuri, and the murmuring voices of aristocratic nobles echo around.

"Speaking of kings, not all of them are dawning in the struggle for power. Many end soldiers are surprisingly serious. This one's gonna work."

It was the film that told the approaching decree, but there Ray pinches his mouth.

"Please wait. Please stay away from the flaming tornado I created when attacking you. If you approach it, you could get fatal wounds with hot heat, or wind blades created by tornadoes, or tons of other blades that you've put in there additionally."

In Ray's words, the aristocrats who were listening around give a flashy look.

Only a flaming tornado can be seen from here, because Ray's description now clearly shows how powerful that flaming tornado is.

If you get involved, there's no chance your life will be saved first. To the extent that it seemed so, it seemed like it could even be described as vicious.

The earliest of these returned to me was, as a matter of course, Filma, who holds the position of Knights Commander. I have only dived through so many battles so far, because I also have some resistance to being out of common sense. Or maybe it also affects the fact that I had a war with Ray in the city of Gilm.

Think for a few seconds and once again speak to the nearby transmission.

"Did you hear that? Try to stay away from flaming tornadoes and attack them. Turn around and eat on the side of the enemy."

"Right. How about the Neutralists to the left wing of the enemy and the aristocrats to the right wing of the enemy?

"Right. So I was wondering if there was a problem.... and. Now is the time to spare a minute and a second."

"Ha!"

Then he nodded at Dusker's words, which he returned to me, and he passed them on to the decree. When the order responds briefly, he quickly turns his heel and leaves.

Thanks to the fact that this Herald caught up with the Herald released earlier, the Elks didn't have to do any wasted damage.

"... Well, Lord Dusker"

"Oh, I know"

To Filma's call, Dusker nods instantly and turns his gaze toward Ray.

Filma's gaze is also directed toward Ray so that the gaze of nature and most of those who were on the spot is directed toward Ray again.

To the person who created that terrible incarnation of destruction, even though at first glance he said he only looked like a child.

"As I said earlier, I can't let you play with your strength in the current situation. Looks like the Kings have been extra greedy looking at the status quo, too. … keep going to the front line."

"Yes, no problem. I'll be right there."

Ray nods lightly at Dusker's words, saying it's nothing.

Ray had already turned his back on the nobles in command when he returned to me.

It is an act that can't be blamed for being otherwise impolite, but there is no one here who can say it. Ray's bottomless strength was confirmed with his eyes, but for that reason.

Among other things, I would have said if I wanted to say something to Dusker, Ray's direct employer, and Filma, who has had experience interacting with Ray each other, but Ray finds out he understands what needs to be done, especially silently dropping him off without saying anything.

And Ray walked away for about 30 seconds. Dusker opens his mouth when he hears Seto's winging noise.

"Look, don't just leave it to the front line. We're marching on, too. If you're bluffing, there's a chance that the Kings will move and the battlefield will be unscrupulous. We have to decide before that happens."

The neutrals who returned to me with Dusker's voice scattered each to take command of the march.

"The same goes for this one. In the name of the aristocracy, we will not let the Kings take away only a good place."

The aristocrats also scattered all the time wondering if they would fall behind the neutrals in returning to me to the words of Filma.

Seeing such hindsight, Filma turns her gaze to Dusker.

"He was more than we thought."

"Not at all. I didn't think you'd use vicious magic that far. Maybe he used magic like that in his inheritance."

It was a dusker that whined in some unexpected way, but it was an unexpected event that Ray was the successor to that demon, the warcraft created by a gate of Zeppyre.

"Shoot me!

Following the commander's orders, arrows or magic are unleashed simultaneously.

I also understood that the Vestian Imperial Army was approaching so that the Royal Mireana Army could break up into two and pinch them, but still could not get enough interception posture. At any rate, there are still fire whirlwinds roaring in the middle of the camp. In order to retreat, the confusion of the volunteers could not be great, and in the end, the blade would be exchanged with the Royal Mireana Army without being able to prepare a sufficient interception posture.

The countless arrows and magic unleashed as a pre-emptive attack or as a cover for the avant-garde to pack their distance fall on the Vestian Imperial Army with little interception because they were unleashed by such enemy chaos.

Some shielded themselves, but it was more overwhelming than those who devoured defenselessly without being able to do anything about it, and furthermore the rain of arrows continued to be extended without having time to rest their hands. The fortunate thing about being unhappy was that the first blow was the only magic capable of attack more extensively than the bow? But nevertheless, the amount of arrows pouring continues unceasingly, and the small-scale magic, adjusted so that no damage is done to the avant-garde forces, is unleashed countless times, gradually shredding the power of the Bestian army.

And he was showing a look that could be described as either avant-garde or unilateral ravages.

"Whoa, whoa!

An axe of thundergods, wielded by Elk, severs his arms as if cutting off the soldiers of the Bestian army even with straw dolls, cutting off his head, or crushing his torso and spreading blood, flesh, bones and guts all around him.

Soldiers as a profession are given a lot of protective gear, but such things are completely useless and life-threatening.

No, that's not all. Even the knights wearing plate armor are slashed, crushed, destroyed and burned by the thunder unleashed by the elk's rigidity and the vicious extreme magic item: the Thundergod Axe.

In a place away from such an elk, three of the scorching winds were also fighting against the adventurers of the Bestian Empire who stood in front of each other as they worked together again.

"Ha, I didn't know you were going to deal with that scorching wind. It's called that ridiculous tornado, it's a day with no luck to make it!

Mireine dodges her body halfway through the sword waved down with such words and releases a poke as a counter.

"Let me do it, yo!

It emits a unique voice that raises the tail of the story, it must have been created using some kind of monster bone and skin, erecting a huge shield that covers more than half of the body, allowing a woman over 2m to bounce the man off and interrupt between them, receiving Mileyne's cut.

"Wow, what a outfit. Crazy bitch or something? Ekril!"

Milaine screams unexpectedly at the appearance of a giant woman dressed in clothes that are not even clothes, but only underwear, instead of armor, just covering her chest circumference and lower body in such a way that it is critical to conceal them.

But not surprisingly, he frowned at the solidity of the bone and skin shield that received the sword and spoke to his companion, jumping back.

He was the first man to try to hang a chase there, but in so doing several arrows were released in a row at a rate that would slash and tear the air from the ecrylic located in the rear.

"Damn it! It's a bad day!

Even as he screamed, he gave up his pursuit, and the man truncated the arrow that was unleashed on his partner's woman sharply, and flew backwards as loudly as Mileyne had done a few seconds before, at the next moment several blades of wind slammed into the ground.

Men and women are pairs against three scorching winds. Still, we don't even say each other, but we were able to hold it together somehow. I guess strength itself is different from the soldiers panicking and going right and left around here.

At the same time, we can also see the strength because it suppresses the famous scorching wind as a meritocracy party.

Still... but still. The scorching wind was the best we could keep these two in check, and we couldn't get our hands on the elk of the greatest warfare force we should have been aware of on this scene if we were supposed to, and we were ravaged all we wanted.

And...... there comes further despair from the sky for the Bestian Imperial Army.

Out of the way, out of the way.

When I wave the huge sickle that the man who fell with Griffon had, that's all the bone and skin shields that didn't scratch one when he got a Miraine full thrust were nicely slashed and torn, and cut off by all the right wrists who had shields to fly in the sky.

"Ghaaaa!

"Chi, what!? Retreat... Whoa!

A man who was destroyed by a single blow a strong and extreme shield, and who at the same time waved the forefoot of the griffon down with the man who had the Great Sickle, and who manages to take it is also blown away by the swords.

One and one of them defeated a struggling opponent, albeit slightly, as if they were twisting a child's hand.

The three burning winds on this scene knew exactly who it was.

"Ray!"

Mileyne shouts her name unexpectedly at unexpected reinforcements. Such a Miraine voice sounds strange in the hustle and noise of the battlefield, raising the morale of the adventurers from the city of Gilm, who continue to fight on the front lines among the neutrals, to the point where there is no more.

The war, which is experiencing unexpected developments for the Bestian Imperial Army, was another new development.