Legend

The battle between the rebels and the crusaders was progressing in a step-by-step situation.

But again, numbers are undoubtedly a great force, and to overshadow quantity with quality, that's what requires exceptions like high-ranking adventurers with aliases.

It would have been self-evident to be pushed, even if there had been a force of guerrilla troops and warcraft soldiers, than there was no such specialty force to be said to exist in today's rebels.

The fence, which already covers the perimeter of the rebel position, is also out of some damaged areas.

It is the fence of this position, which is the headquarters of the rebels. It was not a temporary fence like that used during the camp, but rather a sturdy fence, and its destruction could also be said to be a sign that the rebels were being pushed.

"Damn, I can't push the east side back! Can't we do something about reinforcements?

"I can't! We've already paid for almost everything we've got! All that's left is an escort to protect His Highness Merclio!

"Chi, then what! It's not that far for this position to fall like this!

"What about Warcraft?!?

"Lord Theorem!

Within the main formation, Theorem, who was gazed at by the nobles, eventually nodded after a few seconds of thinking.

"Okay. I can't move His Highness Merclio's escorts, but there are still a few Warcraft soldiers left for escort. Let's get you out."

The expression has not changed particularly, but its hands are held tight.

It is certain that they will soon be pushed away if they remain so, and even though they know it, they cannot deal with it.

(It's power...... too little power anyway. It hurts to be the first to get rid of a scout soldier. Without it, I would have been able to confirm some more of these signs)

The scouts on the Crusaders' side, who were around the position, began to line up before Widare and Ray made their way to the Empire.

It may not be retaliation, but the scouts who were present around the rebel positions at the time of this operation have begun to run, and that is why they have delayed in detecting this ambush.

(Again, this lack of double or triple measures would be His Highness Kabazid. If it was His Highness Schulz, there would be a little more room to deal with it)

While uttering words that can be both praise and resentment for the person who set this matter up on the inside, Theorem tries to give orders to the few remaining Warcraft soldiers today...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I notice you hear a shout from outside the magic tent.

If that voice were a voice of despair, the east side would have been pulled out and decided that it might have allowed a full invasion of the enemy within the position rather than a handful of incursions like before.

But... that voice you hear from the outside is cheering, not screaming. It was also a cheer that represented just no more joy.

"Is this... is Master Vihella back?

Past the back of Theorem's brain was the figure of his own master's sister.

If we were to say which is easier to come to reinforcements, the army of Frizione, which is approaching, or the army of Vihera, which is lifting the blockade of the streets, it was because it was still a perception of the latter.

Anyway, it was because I wanted to check the situation with my own eyes, but I guess that was the same for other nobles. Immediately after Theorem, the nobles also head out of the magic tent.

Merclio also had that look on his face that went for a moment, but I guess he understood his position. Stay inside the magic tent.

What those who set aside such a Merclio and went outside saw was the sight of screaming just outside that position, along with the cheer rising in the position.

Thanks to the phantoms that cover the position and its surroundings, the sight of hell that you won't see from outside the battlefield.

Originally, it was a Quantome exhale that could only be covered with a phantom about the size of the position, but its range of effects is clearly wider than what Theorem had heard over Merclio.

I can imagine all kinds of things about why, but now Theorem is not the place to be.

Turn your gaze to the soldier nearby and scream sharply.

"Bring someone who knows what's going on and what's going on"

"Ha!"

respond quickly to the words, and the soldier leaves the spot,

While dropping off the soldier's hindsight, the detailed reasons are still unknown, but we are relieved that something has happened in our favor anyway.

(Later... Defeat the Crusaders to keep up the good work... No, I just want to destroy them here if I can. This operation, which was carried out with multiple measures, naturally by His Highness Kabazid or by His Highness Schulz, is definitely an operation to which we are putting considerable effort. I mean, if we drastically reduce the power over here...)

While thinking about the possibility of a one-shot reversal like that, he now gives instructions to his men to figure out what was going on and flip the battlefield.

Time returns a little.

Ray looks forward as he moves over Seto's back and sees the troops under his eyes confused by a sudden attack as he finds troops positioned along the street either throwing multiple rocks from above or tapping into the magic of the flames towards the position.

Honestly, it was Ray who thought for a moment that maybe it would taste bad if some of the troops on his side were among the troops he attacked, but in the first place he decided that the direction the troops were facing was not the direction where the rebel positions were located, but the streets leading to the Imperial Capital...... I mean, there were times when the Frizione army was coming, and everything was the enemy.

Ray, who was progressing with an attack that could even be described as a bombing by a rock that way, finds Fufu Seto's throat ringing suspiciously.

"Seto, what's up?

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

To Ray's inquiry, Seto points his gaze forward.

With such a gaze toward Seto's watcher, Ray understands what Seto is disturbingly throbbing at.

Yes, it was a normal sight at the end of the line of sight, but it's somewhat uncomfortable.

I wouldn't have been able to see through it if I was normal. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't strange for Seto or Ray to feel uncomfortable with the five senses and sixth senses that were far sharper than normal human beings.

And... Ray has an idea of what's making that uncomfortable.

"Quantum exhales, huh? If you don't tell me you do have a phantom, normal people won't notice it first. Seto, go in there because you don't mind. We need to do damage over there to help the rebels. Thinking about it, it's better to just stick around like this all at once, so they don't have to see what we're doing."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

The troops that Ray and Seto have attacked are still in turmoil.

Of course they are dispatching the kind of missionary order, but it was no quicker than a horse running on the ground or a ceto flying in the sky.

One and one of those Seto and Ray push through the air when they decide to be ready to enter the phantom lightly.

The winged ceto also flew through the sky with some vigilance… diving through what should also be described as a wall of uncomfortable air, the view had changed.

Until earlier, it was a cool, autumnal temperature, especially a sight that seemed invisible, but now the battle is taking place everywhere under my eyes.

That is also enough to see that the rebel side caged in the position is in a rather unfavourable situation, and a considerable number of fences surrounding the position can also be seen to have been destroyed.

Turning his gaze to two places where particularly intense fighting was taking place, Ray first had a satisfying grin and then a startling look.

Because the former saw the battle of the guerrilla forces, and because the latter saw the battle of the Warcraft soldiers.

"I can't believe the guerrilla troops even put out warcraft soldiers who are supposed to be trump cards. And that number..."

Squealing Ray.

Of course Ray has no idea what he thinks about Warcraft.

I guess it's only natural because I've fought with him many times.

I naturally knew that warcraft soldiers were incorporated within the rebels.

It wasn't good enough to erase the signs to delude Ray and Seto's senses, and I've felt someone lurking in the ground as Merclio's escort.

But it's also true that I thought it wouldn't be that many people.

I never thought there would be enough men to form a unit.

Still, it is definitely a major force in the current rebel situation.

"Now you're ahead of the Warcraft soldiers in rescuing the rebels. Once you fly over where the guerrilla troops are fighting, tell them I'm back, then you raise your morale, and then me and Seto attack the crusaders in separate places.... What do you say?

"Gru!"

Copying and throbbing at Ray's words, Seto wings wide and heads to where the guerrilla troops are fighting as Ray instructs.

Rebel positions about the size of one city, but they come directly above the battlefield where the guerrilla forces are fighting at a rate that, given Seto's speed, can be described as immediate.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto roars as he passes over it, sounding all around him.

At the same time…

"Flying slaughter!

A flying slash released from Ray's Death Size flies to the rear of the Crusaders who were fighting against the guerrilla forces.

A man... that's not powerful enough to kill a soldier in armor in a single blow, but it's still not that hard to scratch large or small.

Especially if the movement is solidified by hearing Seto's roar suddenly heard from above, it becomes even more tolerable.

And...

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Rising from the guerrilla forces is a roar that seeped the colour of joy.

Overall, it was such a roar that the rebels said they were still at a disadvantage, but what they still heard from the guerrilla forces was as if they were convinced of their victory.

That would be natural, too. If you look at the guerrilla troops, you understand the strength of Ray and Seto more than you can see directly in their eyes.

That ray is back in the fight, so you can say the victory is already certain.

All that remains is how much damage can be done to end the fight. I was on the verge of doing more damage to my enemies.

It was incredible from the other soldiers' point of view, but they were only serious.

In a flash of confusion on the ground - the allies are ecstatic, the enemies are hopeless - Ray and Seto head to the east side of the formation if the other rebels are struggling as they are.

Ray then strokes gently behind Seto's neck, coming to a place with a high number of enemies.

"Seto, then I'll deal with these people here, so don't ask for anywhere else."

"Grr!"

Seto throbbing at Ray's words.

Hear that chirping. No, Ray jumps off Seto's back in the air as it is.

As he falls through the air, he uses Slapenil shoes several times and falls to the ground as he kills speed in the air.

Beyond that was not the front line of the rebels… but the middle of a crusading army unit fighting that rebel.

It seems that Seto's roar earlier had been heard so far that few of the crusaders could afford to look up in the air and naturally notice Ray coming down towards them.

Sometimes they were some distance from where Seto roared, and the crusaders here never stopped moving, unlike those fighting the guerrilla forces.

I didn't have time to bow and aim at Ray falling from the sky, but I had time to spear instead.

Ray falls into the woods.

If it were normal, there would have been no life first. But Ray boosts his magic in the air...

"Don't think you can do something about me with that!

Along with that cry, the magic is densely compressed and visualized.

Activated using Ray's immense magic, the King's armor.

Visualized magic overshadows Ray himself.

That skill, like proving that a half-breed attack means nothing.

Some of those holding spears on the ground and looking up at the sky went to see the martial arts tournament, and naturally many saw the battle between Noise and Ray with their eyes in the final.

In other words, we instinctively perceive who is at the end of our gaze.

Of course I came down from Griffon, so I could have predicted who that person was, but I still can't stop shaking my body when I see Ray, who activated the King's armor directly in his eyes.

Still, he turns his spear to Ray with his chest full of hope... but at the next moment Ray falls to the ground without looking at all concerned about the spear he is facing.

And instead of scratching the ray, the spear tips the soldiers had erected did not even reach the skin, and the moment they touched the king's armor, they broke, crushed, destroyed... without being able to hurt him at all, Ray lands on the ground.

Thus...... despair for the Crusaders, hope for the rebels, appears on the battlefield.