Legend

Seeing as the Warcraft soldiers who fought until a few seconds ago disappeared, the Crusaders didn't understand what had happened in the beginning.

The overwhelming power of a being named Ray, felt by Warcraft soldiers. Probably because few people had the ability to feel it.

However, it is only soldiers in general who are here, and there is also a mix of peasants brought here by conscripts from their own territory by nobles participating in the 1st and 2nd principals.

If they are, it would be rarer to have the ability to feel the power of an adversary.

That's why I put myself in the mood to see the Warcraft soldiers retreat and attack them all at once.

Of course, the conscripts are not the only ones on this battlefield.

There were soldiers in the army that nobles possessed, and there were such things as knights.

Still, it was the conscripts who were the most numerous on the battlefield, and they could not have missed the perfect opportunity to push their enemies in and raise their hand at once.

"Wait! Stop once! Don't set me up for a detour!

Shortly after the battle had begun, such a commander might have been heard.

But it had already been quite some time since the battle began, and as a result many soldiers were excited about the battle that put their own lives on the battlefield.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Handle it! Handle it!

"For my daughter-in-law, here, here!

"If you fry your handles here, the army might be able to take them. Go, go, go, go!

"I'm strong, I'm strong, you guys are weak because you ran away. So die!"

"Hiha! Hiha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Each one screams as he pleases, trying to set up a pursuit towards the retreating Warcraft Soldier at the same time...

Boom!

He suddenly appeared before such soldiers, trying to block between the soldiers and the Warcraft soldiers, and many pillars of flame were created.

The soldiers, who should have been excited, accidentally stop moving on the many pillars of flame that suddenly appeared in front of them.

Also, a flaming line was created to connect between its flaming columns.

"Whoever moves on from there, I'll put my hands directly down.... and that's all I'm going to say at the end. Surrender. If you surrender now, you will be treated as prisoners. But if you're going to fight me like this, know you can't do anything about it."

When Ray, who suddenly appeared to break the pillar of flame created in front of him, told him, the soldiers retreat a few steps later, as they were overwhelmed.

As for Ray, who is small in stature and whose face cannot be said to be very compelling, there would not have been anything to be frightened of otherwise.

But the red armor of the fiery emperor, wrapped around his body, frightens the beholder unconditionally.

The excitement of the battle until a few seconds ago was instantly extinguished, and some even chose to surrender by releasing the weapons in their hands as they stood.

"Don't be afraid to notice! He's just trying to scare us by doing it! We're better on the force, so don't ever give up! If we hold out here now, reinforcements will be sent soon!

One of the commanders yells that way, but he also understood that it would just end in vain to deal with the current Ray and get only a few.

If the individual commander could have made a decision, he would have withdrawn.

But even if you're a commander, that's just one of the many commanders on the front line.

I had no choice but to scream like that as my own part of the chain of command than to be just the bottom line.

"Well, then... let's go!

With the red armor of the Flaming Emperor wrapped around him, wave the Death Size big.

At that time, a slight deep flame is emitted, creating a wall of flames on the ground along the trajectory of Ray's waving death size.

Those who see it are frightened, but Ray takes a step forward, no matter how it goes...

"Would you like me to do that? It can't be that easy to get through here."

Hold the Devil's Sword in your hand and Perfir comes forward.

It was Perfir fighting warcraft soldiers like Lizardman's Centaur, but now only Ray is in that sight anymore.

A commander who sees Perfir like that exhales in relief.

Because I thought that if Perfir was famous among the 1st prince factions as a handyman, he would be able to buy time even if he could not defeat Ray against him.

If that is the case, the Crusaders will benefit on this front if we use the difference in numbers to push the Warcraft soldiers in while holding Ray down.

That tactic, conceived within itself, seemed quite successful. But...

"Are you serious about coming at me? If we had as much strength as you, we'd already know the difference in power between us.

"Still, my position is you can't leave here. If I set you free here, this damage will be immense.... If you say you want me to miss it because I'm retreating here, won't you listen to me?

Perfir's answer to the question was his behavior of waving a death size.

Currently in the center, the main force of the Merclio army led by Vihella is in the offensive to break through the center of the enemy line and fight or capture two Kabazid, Schuls, who are also general generals of the enemy.

It was an established matter for Ray that there was no better way for that offense to end in failure than with Vihela in command.

But what happens if a woman who names herself Perfir in front of her there joins as a reinforcement on the other side?

Ray also knows the name Perfir when asked by Theorem.

Says he's a trusted figure of Kabazid, a knight who foolishly seeks his strength.

When he had previously escaped Frizione from the capital, Ray, who met Perfir at the entrance to the castle, naturally knew that it was then who was now in front of him.

"Right. If we let you get away here, we'll undoubtedly get extra damage later. If you're going to end up here, I'll end up here.... Besides, you're not seriously running away either, are you? The fighting spirit is releasing?

"If you'll let me get away with it, naturally I'll get away with it. But we're gonna have to fight more than you can let us get away with, right?

Ray opens his mouth to Perfir, who watches Ray's movements carefully so that whenever the battle begins.

"If you surrender, even this one treats you as a prisoner?

"That's impossible. I serve His Highness Kabazid. I will not imitate that favor with vengeance. Besides, why don't you set up your weapon? It's no stranger to me when I strike than to fight here, is it?

Hearing Perfir's words, Ray sighs small.

If we take the time here, this left-wing battle will be prolonged.... which means a great deal of damage will be done to Warcraft soldiers.

Around where Ray is, the Warcraft soldiers, who felt an anomaly in the fiery emperor's red armor outburst, have stopped fighting and retreated, but the battle is not interrupted by all of the left wing.

Out of Ray, fighting is still going on.

Warcraft soldiers are naturally pushed by the difference in numbers there, and in order to reduce their damage at all, we must end this battle as soon as possible.

"If you mean to fight, let me.... don't take your consciousness off of me even for a moment, okay? That's the difference in strength between me and you right now."

It is a word that only seems arrogant, and the fact that the soldiers of the Crusading Army do not lick Perfir, a frustrating caged gaze is directed at Ray.

But among other things, those with more than a certain arm never feel Ray's words are just his mouth, and he sweats cold from all over his body.

Of course that is the same for Perfir himself, who listens to Ray in silence and points the cutting-edge of the Devil's Sword in his hand at Ray.

"I'm not saying bullshit... But I can't afford to lose so easily, either, as His Highness Kabazid's sword!

Having heard Perfir's words echoing around him, Ray pours the remaining magic into the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, restoring the deep red magic of what he consumes with deep flames.

(Given this woman's character, it's a shame to kill her. A strictly honest character would help Merclio when he ruled the Bestian Empire. You seem to have a lot of loyalty to Kabazid, but you can leave it to Theorem and around Tiyur to do something about that)

Even as Ray, he likes Perfir, who has a clean personality, and decides to capture him alive instead of killing him.

I understand it would be quicker to kill to take this left-wing battle to Merclio's advantage as soon as possible.

But there was a sense that Theorem was taking care of things, and if the Bestian Empire were to cut the rudder of its relationship with the kingdom of Mireana to the friendly, there was an intention that it would no longer have to worry about itself being pulled out in the war.

"Then, shall we begin?"

Whimpering, kicking the ground in the hands of Death Size...... In the next moment, there is already a look of Ray within Perfir's interval, waving the Death Size pattern horizontally.

"Become!?

For a moment, Perfir shouts amazement that he was truly inside the time frame in an instant.

Because Ray's movement seemed only slight, making it a perfil with incomparable skill with the average soldier.

No, I guess the only reason I followed the shadow of Ray moving Ning Ro was because he was a Perfir.

Because the soldiers in the Crusaders around us are not following Ray at all.

Many Warcraft soldiers have been able to follow shadows even if they are not as good as Perfil.

The swinging Death Size pattern goes straight to Perfir's torso...... surrounded by a tall metal sound and a small scream.

"Heh, do you want to prevent that now? Still, it's called noise, it's called you, you're good at shielding your weapons."

At the end of Ray's gaze, whining with words like surprise and shuddering, there was a figure of Perfir poking his knee on the ground with the Devil's Sword's body broken in two.

It was similar to noise to the point where it was prevented by self-defense, but it didn't seem to extend far to noise in the sense of preventing that attack.

What the noise ate was an unintentional blow using optical camouflage and becoming transparent and using rigid bracelets, while what Ray unleashed was a blow in a rather reduced death-size pattern.

"Gu, ho... no way, this is so much with a blow..."

I shielded the Devil's Sword, but I guess it was still impossible to kill the shock completely. I try to stand up while coughing, but I can't even stand up to see if I'm totally on my feet with a blow right now.

If it were the original Perfir, so far so unilaterally...... that would have never been so damaging as to make it impossible to stand in one blow.

But Perfir had already fought for quite some time against Warcraft soldiers on this left wing.

As a result, he was drained of health and was unable to withstand Ray's attack.

"Damn, what I did..."

"Unfortunately, your battle is over here. You're taking your time because your life as a prisoner is waiting for you."

Turning his gaze to the intensely felt fervour, there he was again traveling to his immediate vicinity at some point, with Ray shaking up his death size.

"Don't think it's that easy to take me prisoner!

The moment I take the dagger I had as a spare weapon out of my nostrils and try to stick it out towards Ray, the Death Size pattern swings again and blows straight to the side with a severe impact.

I managed to prevent the earlier blow by shielding the demon sword, but there was nothing more to shield that demon sword than it had been broken, and that's what I found while the dagger in my hand now bounced off without even being a shield, and the metal armor I was wearing was also blown to pieces of torso where the death-size pattern hit me.

To be blown away and blown away while scraping the ground, about five meters.

After starting a full-scale battle with Ray... No, he starts a battle that can't even be said to be full-scale, and blown away without even being able to cross the blades, Perfir nevertheless rises to arms a strong will to discipline himself.

I was totally on my feet with the first blow, but still stood up flirtatious...

"Go back to sleep."

As soon as that word gets into his ear, he feels shocked by the torso part crushed by an earlier blow... Perfir's consciousness sinks into darkness with the feeling of falling to the ground.

"... well, something like this"

Watching Perfir fall to the ground, Ray shrugs.

I understood that this would be the result because I used the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Still, I thought it wasn't something I could appease given the fight against noise, but I exhale small, apparently worried.

"Take this woman to the main unit. Quite a place among the Crusaders, so don't imitate them."

"Yes!"

A Warcraft soldier nodded with the look of a Lizardman and Centaur chimera who were fighting Perfir when Ray showed up on this occasion, lifting Perfir's body falling to the ground and leaving the scene.

Soldiers on the Crusaders' side didn't want me to do that, but there's no way I could do anything before Ray, I just can't help but shut up and watch Perfir, who was commanding this entire left wing, be taken away.

"Well... is it time for this battle to end? I think we should go back to the reinforcements."

Whimpering, Ray's gaze was directed towards the central front.