Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Oh, wow. You're fighting more than double the enemy!

Sitting on the walls to see the battle between the two armies, Raydor slapped his hand as impressed.

Looking down, the Royal Army is attracting Imperial soldiers to good condition and eating a painful counterattack.

The unexpected counterattack of the Royal Army, which was thought to be crushed by numbers and local interests, was painful even from the top.

"There's no curtain for me, is there? That's the patron general. You're losing your mind."

"No way, it's just the first time."

Raydor praised Commander Garst with praise, but the general shook his head (wearing it) with a sober face.

"Earlier attacks are odd measures we could have done because we haven't found out what's in our hands. If it's Gracos Basen, I'll get it back up and show you."

"You've been buying enemy generals for a long time. Is the Commander of the Empire that good?

"A fierce general while an old general. If the legendary weapon of the Holy Sword hadn't existed in this world, it would have been a man like him called a hero."

Garst answers Raydor's question with a distant eye.

"When it comes to what I'm beating that guy, it'll be about as young as it gets. If he hadn't been born, the Empire's territory could have been half the way there right now."

"Heh... that's again"

Raydor smiled funny at his mouth and turned to the hill where the imperial position was located.

Even Raydor, who has better mobile vision than any other person, can't even foresee the appearance of an enemy general there.

Still, just because I think there's an unusual commander there makes blood noise.

"You shouldn't. Even the first line is strangely hazy. I can't believe you're floating around on the battlefield."

"As a subordinate, I am as reliable as I can be. You are still a hero chosen by the Holy Sword to be more delighted than feared on the battlefield."

"It's not such a big deal. He just didn't lose the kid."

Raydor slaps Bashibashi and both cheeks and tightens his loose face, turning again to the battlefield.

The Imperial Army, which was half-baked by the First Army after eating a painful counter-attack, soon saw backward troops move forward.

Instead of letting the hill momentum storm them like the First Army, they slowly spread to the battlefield with a shield over their heads to prevent arrows.

It gradually narrows its distance from the Royal Army while shielding reinforced fire from the fortress. Behind them another unit is deployed, shooting bows simultaneously at the Royal Army, which takes a dense formation from the hill heights.

"Looks like they've already found a way to deal with it. Damn, you abominable old man."

Garst uncommonly distorts his expression and maligns him.

With a glimpse of such a general, Raydor stares at the Imperial Army's counterattack with a harsh eye.

From Fortress Blaine an arrow is released to the Imperial soldiers surrounding the Royal Army, but it is inhibited by the overhead shield and is ineffective. Conversely, from the top of the hill, arrows are released to the kingdom soldiers, which are also prevented by shields.

The conditions are the same - then the difference in numbers still emerges in the war situation.

The Imperial Army has already besieged the Royal Army, allowing it to strike from the front and left and right.

He was a kingdom soldier who was good at protecting thanks to a specially ordered long spear, but over time he is pushed backwards by a difference in force.

The Royal Army had already been pushed to the sight of Fortress Blaine, leaving him with a lost escape.

"Apparently, His Highness Brother Wang's turn has arrived. Go ahead and fight as the legends of old have told you."

"Let me do that...... because this guy seems to be at the limit of patience too!

Raydor grips his lower back sword with a bitter smile.

Ever since the battle began, the Holy Sword Der Inslave has repeatedly vibrated into small pieces in its katakata and sheath.

Let them fight fast. Let him slash it.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the Holy Sword has rallied with fangs in a long battle.

(This is the real beginning. My, my only hero, Tan, starts here...)

Raydor jumped inside the walls with a cold grin sticking to his face and a fighting spirit burning up behind his back.