"Shit, here they come!
The upset spreads to the soldiers who were monitoring the movements of the Apristos army from above the protective wall of the Wang capital.
The Apristos army is starting to move.
All the soldiers had a desperate look on their faces.
That Al-Haym's strongest force attacked the enemy's main force, and that ended in failure. And because they let us know that about 110,000 enemies are on their way here.
The soldiers on the defensive wall had confirmed earlier that several of their supposedly strongest forces would storm the enemy forces. And I saw a giant thunder fall on the enemy formation, blowing up many enemies.
Overwhelming force.
This could win.
Many soldiers thought so.
But after the second thunder struck, the enemy that was supposed to have been defeated was resurrected.
We're going to increase that number roughly tenfold.
When the soldiers didn't know what it meant and were wolfy, their superiors informed them that the attack by our country's highest forces had ended in failure.
And this is what they told me.
The enemy's total attack is coming.
Get ready.
Ten thousand burning knights, supposedly enemy magic, three thousand squadrons behind them, and a hundred thousand large regiments are queuing up in front of us, coming this way.
Last night, a truce was negotiated, but as a reply from the Apristos side, the neck of the messenger was delivered.
The enemy is unwilling to stop.
I intend to ravage this country.
The soldiers' hands and feet were trembling.
But you can't run away. Because the people are still retreating from the gates of the king's capital opposite the prairie.
I needed to buy some time. It was easy to imagine a woman caught by enemy forces, children, getting terrible eyes.
Buy time to let my wife, my children escape at all costs. It contained the urge for many soldiers to escape, stirring themselves up and preparing them for enemy attacks.
Enemy forces reached as far as the middle of the prairie.
Here the anomaly occurs.
A fiery knight stopped walking without staring.
─ ─ ─ ─
A short time before the knight of fire stopped, behind the knight of fire, the prince and his SS were walking.
Left and former generals to the prince's left and right.
Hart was walking a little rear of the former general.
Drunk by the overwhelming power of the fiery knight, the prince was getting more concerned. He came out to the front row to see what would have been good if he had been in the back of a private or national army, because he wanted to see Al-Haem ravaged by the knight of fire nearby.
General Left was attached to it, too.
"Hey, you don't kill and capture a proper female elf. I don't care what happens to men."
The prince speaks to the former general.
"I understand. I'll kill every man who resists, okay?
I don't mind.
"... there's no mercy for my country."
General Left is a little surprised by the former general, who accepted the outrageous prince's order lightly.
"As far as I'm concerned, if that country will be overshadowed by fear and despair, that's fine. Oh, I'm the only one who wants to kill Tina-Harribel with this hand. Can you forgive me for this, too?
"Give me that hero? Well, I don't mind. Why."
"Personal," you say. Well, it's like a parent's vendetta. "
The body of the former Admiral is taken over by Amon.
The word now belongs to Ammon.
Tina once, with the brave, defeated the demon king raised by the evil gods. The heart of the evil god who was annoyed by it also affected Ammon, his subordinate.
Not that Tina did anything directly to me, but Amon hated Tina in the bottom of her heart.
"But that one sounds quite skillful. No matter how strong this knight is, it will be tough to capture. Or are you telling me that you can beat Tina alone?
General Left had a good grasp of the strength of the fiery knight in front of him. But I don't mind dealing with a hero with an anecdote that slaughtered the dragon with his bare hands.
"Oh, I probably won't win either. But I have this guy."
That's what Amon saw Hart.
And give orders.
"Hart, grab Tina-Harribel and bring him here. Don't kill me, okay? I'm the one who stops him from breathing."
"I don't like it."
Hart refused Amon's order.
"What?"
Amon doubts his ears.
By the bracelet of slaves, there is no way that Hurt, who should be brainwashed, would disobey the Lord's command.
Amon orders again.
"An order. Bring Tina-Harribel."
"I don't like it, he says. It's tough."
─ ─ !?
Without a doubt, Hart refused.
"Duh, what's going on? How can you disobey my orders!? Oh, you must be completely brainwashed!
Look at Hart's arm.
The slave bracelet was firmly attached to its arm.
He's not brainwashed.
"─ What?
"What do you mean?!?"
"No way... are you our enemy?
"Oh, I'm Hurt. The second princess of Alheim;
Hero Tina's husband, your enemy. "
The moment Hart finished saying that, a spear of flame was stuck in the throat of the prince, the former general, and the left general.
Soon the knights of the flames that surrounded them turned their spears on the princes.
"Hey, why? Why, the slave bracelet doesn't work!? No, you were attacking your people. Brainwashing should have worked!!"
"Something tells me I can't get the effect of my gear. I mean, equipping you with legendary weapons doesn't make you strong at all. But on the contrary, wearing curse gear doesn't mean you're cursed."
That's what Hart says. Removes the slave bracelet.
Hart took off without bitterness the bracelet that he would not have been able to remove if it had been the original master - in this case, the former general to whom Ammon had taken over his body.
"Oh, such an idiot..."
Amon rounds his eyes.
"And was that why I attacked my people? That's to convince you that I'm one of them. Especially since you didn't want to run away."
Hart walks over to Ammon.
"Hey, what?
"You're the one who takes you to the evil gods, aren't you?
─ ─ !?
Since his arrival in Alheim, Hart had felt signs of evil gods. And when he was called out by the former general and asked to shake his hand, he also realized that the former general had made contact with someone related to the evil gods.
Of course, if we meet face to face, we can clearly recognize that someone with an aura similar to the evil god is in the body of the former general.
Truth is, Hart didn't resent the Evil God that much.
Because I enjoyed living in this world quite a bit.
But when it came to getting killed, I always wanted to get back at least a little bit.
"All I'm going to do to you is win eight."
"Become ─ guuuuuuuuuu!?"
With a fist fortified with magic, Hart punched Amon.
The flesh of the former general was wonderfully forged.
With Amon, the more superior demon, taking over that body, the majority of attacks shouldn't have worked.
─ ─ Despite this, Amon was blown away in a grand way.
A few fiery knights who were ahead of that blown up take Amon.
And the knights of fire threw Amon, already unconscious, back towards Hurt.
Towards Ammon's face flying at high speed, Hart had a fist several times more magical than the first time he hit him.
I slammed him in with all my strength.
Amon blew up to a distant mountain when he heard a noise that he didn't think people had hit something of a human form.
"Huh, a little refreshing, I guess"
To too many events, the Prince, General Left and the soldiers around him were surprised and consolidated.
In contrast, Hart had a clear face.