Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

Five hours after the battle began, significant changes appeared on the battlefield.

Until then it was the Royal Army that stood on the back of Fortress Blaine, but withdrew and went back into the fortress.

"The Kingdoms are retreating!

"We're going straight into the fortress! Don't let them close the gate!

Chasing the withdrawing Royal Army, the Imperial soldiers that were under siege storm into the fortress.

"Oh, apparently it's our victory!

Dallas Safaris gave a shout out for the appearance of an imperial soldier heading towards the castle gate.

"That's General Basen. It was a brilliant extraction!

".................. um"

Gracos Basen nodded with a face that somehow wouldn't float to the words of the celebration from his deputy.

"... what's wrong, Grandpa?

Peek into the face of the old general, who darkens his expression, and ask with a face that Ceilia seems worried about.

Basen noticed that he had worried about the adorable princess and opened his eyes haha.

"Yes, no, it's not a big deal... I think it's too light."

Although it is at first that the Imperial Army has suffered a painful counterattack, it is quickly rolling back and pushing itself to victory.

The Royal Army has already completed its retreat inside Fortress Blaine. Several Imperial soldiers are holding down the castle gate trying to close, and other Imperial soldiers slip into the interior in that gap.

If it stays this way, the fortress will be dropped and an Imperial Army victory.

(Basel Garst is not a fool. I wouldn't be an incompetent general to make a bet you can't win. Then why did you set foot in the field?

Basen thinks face-down.

I just thought it was exactly what I was preparing a back hand to bring in in five minutes in the field, but that trump card also still remains unavailable.

Or is it that we can afford to keep our hands warm over this period?

(We're gonna win this, aren't we? Come on, what's up? Garst!)

"Become...! General Basen, give me that!

"Ugh!?"

Basen raised his face to the cries of his deputy.

At the end of his gaze, soldiers entering the interior of Fort Blaine through the castle gate are rushing outside.

Soldiers fleeing with crawling bodies until they threw out a victory that they would have been able to grasp in a few moments.

Their backs were slashed and torn apart by pitch-black slaughter.

"What is that... magic?

Dozens of Imperial soldiers are blown away by black slaughter. Basen opened his eyes and snapped at the appearance of a soldier on his side dancing lightly in the universe like a petal.

Apparently, some of the fortresses had magicians who excelled in attack magic.

I don't know how it has ever been kept warm, but surely a high-ranking magician could be a trump card that throws a stone at a war situation.

"... no, Grandpa. I'm not."

"Your Highness?

Ceilia snapped with a stiff and nervous voice.

When Basen and Safaris look back in surprise, he fades pale as he sees the face of the Empress in armor.

My lips are cuddly and strongly tied and my little shoulders are trembling into small pieces.

For the first time, the two of them have seen Ceilia, of such a picturesque character, expose so much fright.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?"

"Huh...!?"

It was Basen, who was perceived by the trembling Empress, but turns haphazardly to the fortress for the screams of slashing and tearing the battlefield apart.

The castle gate at Fort Blaine is still open without being closed.

Countless Imperial soldiers are falling around the castle gate, and the safe soldiers are also pointing their spears at each other in a frightened manner at a distance from the gate.

Eventually - watched by many imperial soldiers, one man appeared crouching through the castle gate.

He is a young man in black armor. Even the sword in his right hand is pitch-black, and the painted and hardened figure on black is like a reaper appearing in the inheritance.

"Huh!"

"Become...!?"

A man waved his right hand quickly. A calamitous temper is slashed from the sword and released.

A ferocious slaughter, spread in circles around a man in black armor, passes as he strokes the body of an imperial soldier surrounding the castle gate.

As soon as possible, without a drop of blood erupting, the soldiers fell and lay on the ground like corpses.

"It's not magic......... I'm a holy sword. It's the same holy sword as Klausorus."

Ceilia snapped with a trembling voice. Safaris also shouts stunned again.

It is animosity and exaltation - and a sentiment of awe - that is swaying in the eyes of the princess, who stares straight at the man in black armor.

Ceilia's waist Klausorus also emits a bee and spark as excited as he was in front of a similarly qualified artifact that stood as an enemy.

"Become... no way enemies have holy sword holders too!?"

"Well... you had it in the kingdom of Zayn too. One of twelve holy swords."

Safaris screams stunned, and Basen distorts his expression as to whether this is still the case.

The old warrior general was acutely sensing that the battlefield flow had changed dramatically and that the victory he was supposed to be able to grasp with certainty was moving away from his hands.

"What an abominable power. The Holy Sword of Darkness and Curse!

At the end of Basen's gaze, the man again put on the holy sword.

The curse turned into a black tornado and rolled up to the battlefield, bringing together hundreds of Imperial soldiers and knocking them down.