Legend

Fighting on the battlefield was already nearing an end when Vihella arrived on the spot with his men, including Tiyur.

Gurgasto narrows his eyes satisfactorily and looks around in the middle of the battlefield.

It was understandable to Vihera, who was also the same combat fanatic, and Tiyur, who had been with Gurgasto for a long time, that it was not about keeping an eye on his surroundings but remembering how the battle was going.

There was a dark smell of blood all around him, and the bodies of crusader soldiers everywhere, as well as those of only a few of his men led by Gurgasto, were rolling around, but Vihela approached Gurgasto without looking at all concerned.

Originally just called a combat freak, Vihera is used to seeing corpses.

I don't like to see it, but I still didn't see a body and scream or anything like that like an ordinary person who knew nothing about it.

"Gurgast, you're in a good mood, apparently. Happy battle?

"... Vihera? Right, it wasn't so much a battle I could satisfy from the bottom of my heart, but it was still a battle I could enjoy inside. Compared to when I dealt with Ray, it wasn't far."

I groan at Battle Axe, who held it with both hands, with a gaze like intoxication.

The way it is, you wouldn't want to get close if it were normal.

So much suspicious air was emitted against the surroundings.

But Vihera nods with a small grin at the words of such glugust.

"Well, good for you."

"... it looks like you've had a lot of fun fighting over there?

Vihera, who understands what that gaze means, opens her mouth with an ambiguous grin.

"I don't know. Sure, he was strong, but because the way he fought was a completely different opponent than I was. It's true this one was overwhelmingly advantageous if you think of it as compatible, but if you ask me if it was fun to fight... well, maybe it was fun or something"

It was Vihera who returns vague words, but it's Digma who's past that back of his brain.

He was a rank A adventurer with an alias, and certainly there was something about his strength that just couldn't beat his title.

But Digma specializes in fighting against the majority on the alias water dragon.

Of course, it was never that I was less combative as an individual, and I could say that my battle with the water dragon was powerful.

Still, it is also true that Vihera was unable to entrust herself to the exaltation of the battle as much as she thought.

It was Gurgasto who felt a little surprised by how Vihera was doing like that, but Tiyur's voice echoed around him before he put it in his mouth.

"Now that we've cleared up a whole area around here, is it time to start marching? The enemy's rear line has already been badly damaged at Ray's hands. Doesn't it matter if we just keep pushing through to the main unit at once?

"... right. Gurghast, you haven't... No, as far as I can tell, you don't have to ask."

Vyhella's gaze pointed at Gurghast, unspoken, still retains his strength by waving his hands Battleax loudly, and he can still fight...... no, he shows with attitude that he has not fought enough.

It has been some time since the fight against Digma ended for Vihela herself, and since then the battle waged has not been fought against an opponent who can be called a strong enemy, and her health has recovered.

Tiyul didn't fight himself originally, and his health is scarcely drained because he has fought so far while giving instructions to his men.

Gurgast's men are drained of strength to enjoy the fight, but they are more spiritually elevated than that, so a short battle would be possible anyway for a long time.

The biggest element of anxiety among those here was the troops under Tiyur's command.

No, it never means that the troops led by Tiyur are on foot.

Ning Lo, I have the strength to call myself elite if I think normally.

Still, I had to give such an impression to my surroundings because other faces were out of common sense in many ways.

"Tiyur"

Just that one word out of Vihera's mouth, you figured out what you wanted to say. Tiyur returns a deep thank you to Vihera.

"I'll take care of it, Master Vihella. Let me and the soldiers I lead colour my work on the battlefield."

"... heh heh, same thing. But please don't push me."

Vihera tells Tiyur with a glossy grin that she looks the same as usual in the battlefield.

Tiyur opens his hands wide as if he was impressed by the laughter of Vihera, whom he worships himself.

"Come on, let's go! To put an end to the civil unrest in which this battle was to be fought between our fellow countrymen. To tell everyone how wonderful Vihella is!

"Not at all, not for long, this guy."

Growling with sighs, Gurgasto nevertheless travels down the road with the joy of a new battle emanating from all over his body.

Vihera, who watched such an exchange, also steps forward in anticipation of a genuine final battle in this civil unrest.

Keep Vihella in the middle, glugust in the right rear, and Tiyur in the left rear, respectively.

As such, each of the soldiers goes on to make sure that it continues after the Vihelas.

The central front has already completely disintegrated, and the few soldiers who managed to step on it have already been kicked in by Gurgast and his men.

Some are still on the battlefield, but no one can get their hands on Vihela as she moves neatly through the battlefield.

Ningro, some people are feeling somewhere divine in the figure of Vihera, who progresses in grandeur without fear of his surroundings in the battlefield.

The Vihelas went as if they were deserted, but there are still many who have profound loyalty to their Lord.

Those men gathered and managed to gather some soldiers and waited at the rear of the central front, where they would reach the rear if they proceeded any further.

"... do it!

"I'm coming."

The last battle on the central front begins without exchanging words with each other.

In terms of force, there are still more crusaders.

I guess it tells the story of the crusading army's bottom line that even though it is overwhelmingly unfavourable to keep fighting so far, it still stands in the favor of just a few.

Most of all, the bottom line is the people of the Bestian Empire.

As for Vihera, I was honest about wanting to do as little as possible without killing her.

I already know it's a losing battle, and I'll stay on the battlefield with all my loyalty, even in such a situation.

Of course, loyalty is not all that remains here.

Because it's a losing battle, many people think they can play the reward if you name a big deal here, and some of them were caught by the beauty of Vihella over this period.

Such an elephant, but still only aimed at a one-shot reversal in this losing battle, correspondingly a gathering of those confident in their arms, which is why they bump into each other with the Vihelas from the front.

If you try the Vihelas, they are the troops of Gurgasto, who move as they please in the main battle, and Tiyur's men, who are tired of long battles.

Nature and the main force will be the troops of Gurgasto, shifting to the usual form of formation: Tiyur's troops will cover it.

On the other hand, what remains of the Crusaders' side here is the troops of the gathering, and not so many can properly work with the Allied forces.

For those reasons, we end up bumping into each other from the front...

"You challenged me to battle with that degree of arm? Be a little stronger before you come back out."

To an opponent who has lost consciousness due to an immersive palm released while dodging a spear blow, Vihella mutters words she would not have heard already.

Keep looking around, but what's happening there is a battle that you could describe as half ravaged.

It was originally a battle that had no wins over the Crusaders.

Still, we got together just to buy some time here and buy some time for the rear line to rebuild.

And most importantly, because of the thought that Kabazid and Schulus would think of some way to open it in the time they earned.

"Damn, don't retreat, don't ever retreat! If we lose here, we'll only be in the rear! We can hold it here somehow! Until His Highness Schulz came up with something!

One who stands in front of the Vihelas puts a cry from the bottom of his heart in his mouth.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Soldiers aroused by the word.

Desperately wields the weapon in your hand and strikes to reduce the enemy's power by a little.

"Die!

"Oops, I have eyes to see you slashing me. Indeed, I am weak compared to Vihella and Gurgasto."

With that being said, Tiyur avoids the blow of a spear protruding against his torso by halving his body.

"But..."

As it is, the tip of the spear is lightly severed by a flash of rapiers quickly pulled out of the sheath of the hips.

If it is, Rapier is a weapon dominated by poking.

Yet when it comes to why the tip of the spear was severed by poking, that's nothing more than because the Rapier that Tiyur has is the Devil's Sword.

Most of all, even with the Devil's Sword, performance is never high.

Like a common demon sword, it cannot produce things like flames, wind, thunder, water, ice, earth, and its sturdiness as a weapon is only somewhat higher in itself than normal rapiers.

Still, using this Rapier as the Devil's Sword has the effect of inflicting the slaughter effect around the place where the sword tip was pierced, but it is late.

"Huh?"

You didn't think they'd cut you with a poke at the tip of your ear, the soldier poking out his spear raises a loose voice between them.

"I also serve Master Vihella. Naturally, you have the strength to do this."

Poke rapidly at Rapier as he utters the word.

Two pokes in a second.

A speedy thrust that can't be made into Vihela or Gurgasto, but still for the average soldier it is finally to chase with his eyes and the speed at which he cannot move to avoid it.

The thrust released pierces the gap between the soldier's elbow joint and the leather armor covering his torso as it is, instantly acting as a demonic sword, breaking the skin and tearing the flesh.

Still, I guess that's why they treat me as a low-ranking demon sword, with no effect to such a point as breaking a bone.

Most commonly, even low-ranking demon swords don't get on the market that way.

The Bestian Empire has so many demonic swords, thanks to that much alchemy is developing.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!

Even if you can't say no to your bones, if your skin or flesh rips, the pain is considerable.

If you don't realize you've been cut, you probably won't even feel that pain in the excitement of the battlefield, but it was cut in front of the soldier, so naturally.

That, too, was not sharply slashed, but to the condition of being cut.

Tiyul searches for his next enemy when he unleashes a blow that takes consciousness on a soldier who is screaming in pain over the ground.

What was unlucky for this soldier was to assume that Tiyur was weak, and at the same time lucky that the opponent who fought would have been Tiyur.

Because it's Tiyul, and I'm done stunning by drawing Vihera's thought that I don't want to kill people any more than I've decided on the trend of the battle anymore.

The last thing I want to do is kill Vihella's people because I don't want to drain people for no reason, not to avoid murder. But...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A soldier with his right arm amputated by a Battleax blow screams.

It was Gurgasto who did it.

I wonder if Vihera or Tiyur's thoughts are known, and wave Battleax relentlessly at the opponent who stood in front of him.

If any of the soldiers possessed the qualities of Bratta's strength, it would have been different, but his opponent, who can only be described as a miscellaneous fish for Gurgaste, sprinkles his life without question.

"Damn it, stop it, do something to stop it here! Still the rear line remains confused! If we let them through now, they'll disintegrate and attack us all the way to HQ in no time!

In this survival, the most senior commander screams.

I need to buy some time here at all, and that's why I screamed to do something crazy to death, to boost my morale at all...

"Oh, yeah? As far as I'm concerned, I'd appreciate it."

Turn around to the voice you have inadvertently heard right near you... and at that moment you lose consciousness when you see a woman with such beauty and colour that she is not familiar with the battlefield.

At the end of the day it conveyed the feeling that something would touch the armor, but the man could not know what it was.

The man who was still in command sinks in one blow, and the morale of those who saw it naturally goes down.

Originally lost in numbers, also in quality, only morale managed to carry on...... the soldiers who were building the last line of defense on the central front would instantly collapse on this occasion.

And the main unit, led by Vihela, was attacking the rear line of the Crusaders as they absorbed the Merclio army that was joining them.