Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"General, do you think it would be more viable to scatter it than to have a piece of it?

Lombardo suppressed his inner anger and spoke to Gorkos in a relaxed tone.

"Hmm! Who rides such a hand!

"General, the Thousand Years Dragon is attacking the most lumpy place. I haven't noticed this side of the shore right now, but if 15,000 Raydam troops are in total collapse, it's imperative that they come to the Lowenglin army, where 5,000 soldiers are assembled next. I wonder if it's okay to scatter now and wipe the army out of the sight of the dragon for a thousand years?

"... So what happens to my protection?

"It should be as small as possible."

Gorkos came up with the idea of looking like a bearded shrimp frog, but after a long time he finally came to a conclusion.

"Hmmm...... ok fine. Assemble the whole army!

Gorkos' conclusion was the exact opposite of Lombardo's prophecy, and finally Lombardo revealed his emotions.

"What a fool!? What does all army build-up mean!? I said I should let it scatter! Didn't you hear!?

"I was listening. That's why we're bringing them together. As good food until I get away with it in small numbers! Rest assured, I will raise the wolf smoke of the scattering when I reach the safe zone."

"Are you insane!?

"Sane or not. There are as many substitutes as there are for soldiers, but there is no substitute for this Bulk Gorkos."

"That's what a commander-in-chief of an army says!

"Hmm. What to say. Isn't it just a bunch of UAE people, like an army without a general? The only army that has lost its chain of command is collapse. In that sense, I have to survive."

"Do something stupid! Isn't it the pinnacle of stupidity, such as losing a soldier and only a general survives!

"It's not up to you to decide that! Enough, slap these guys out! And... the whole army!

Close guards of Gorkos' life-taking Kinji approached to ostracize the Lombards, but Lombardo corrected and intimidated them and controlled them, stuffing them to Gorkos in the shape of anger.

"Wait! Gorkos! You must be a general of the Lowenglin army and a Zexian cardinal at the same time! Do you think God will forgive those of high rank who serve God by doing things that will only survive themselves at the expense of the obedient believers!

"Hmm. You Valentin would be a heartless man anyway. What are you talking about God's will at the hands of that atheist? But okay. Let me answer you."

Gorkos said, capturing Lombardo with a gaze that even his ugly face was even more distorted by raising the corner of his mouth.

"Okay? This is jihad! It is a battle for the ignorant and heretical believers who speak wisely and fear much and add unsolicited interpretations to the Bible! Even if you are the last soldier, you will not be commanded when you are in a very difficult battle! No matter how much sacrifice is made to our followers, it should be said that there is no way!

"Kibben! You think you can make such unsolicited statements!

"Eh, annoying! I have nothing to talk to you about anymore! Hey, beat the shit out of these guys!

On Gorkos' second order, the close guards never stuffed their will with the Lombards, and finally took their freedom by strangling them with wings.

And Lombards were taken out of the curtain in vain, desperate resistance.

Instead of those Lombards, the commanding officers entered the curtain hall one after the other.

Then, after a while, the commanding officers left the curtain hall and scattered across the horse to Riga.

The Lombards, who were unable to remove one by the close guards of the Gorkos nearest samurai, could only keep an eye on it with their fingers turned.

And the Lombards were taken out of the Lowenglin line as they were.

Two.

Lombardo was completely depressed after all his hard work.

"... you've been hit..."

Similar to Lombardo, Lombardo couldn't think of a word to give back to Shester, and he answered '... oh...' without force with a big sigh after a while.

And even more awhile later, Lombardo said in such a way that he had no choice.

Let's just get back to Surveillance Corps headquarters.

"Yeah, right. You'll probably never let me in again, and you'll have to."

As Shester put it, the close-knit guards with tough faces were placed in front of the line, and they found Lombards with an unrelenting determination not to let them enter the line again.

The Lombards started walking early enough toward Surveillance Corps headquarters after the formation, thinking they would be pulling their hair behind them.

After a while, there were those who spoke from behind Lombardo and Shester who walked with them.

"Well, don't have a choice. I hope you don't let me down."

Lombardo and Shester turned to momentum almost simultaneously and still said almost simultaneously on Unison.

"" Mr. Lotos!?

Lottos of Anvil stood there with a soldered face.

"You were following me?

To Lombardo's inquiry, Lotos said, dyeing his usual red face even more red and scratching his cheeks with his fingers in embarrassment.

"Ha. Right."

"Is that right... don't you have to go back?

"Ha... well, that's a go. The village of Anvil, where I was born, has the teachings of" Never Against the Flow. "So you don't have to go back. It's confusing anyway, and you don't have to be alone to find out. So why don't you just follow me?

"Well, if that's what you are, I don't mind this one..."

"Thank you very much."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you..."

Chester coughed lightly when she saw Lombardo looking crazy.

Hearing that, Lombardo also coughed one up to get back on track, and once again corrected his manners and said:

"All right! We're going back to Surveillance Corps headquarters in a hurry!

As a result, the three men rushed through the main street early enough to return to the headquarters of the Monitoring Group, where merchants opened their stores with great momentum.

Three.

"... it's Carmis. It still doesn't seem easy to manipulate him."

Lennon, the bishop, spoke to the void on a small high hill about a kilometer west of Esta.

Then the space, which should have been nothing until earlier, suddenly shifted like a mirage, from which I heard Calmis's low, creaking voice.

"... Ha. … sorry…… no…"

Calmis' voice, leaking from space, seemed very forceful, even fighting with someone, and he managed to answer Lennon even though the words were interrupted.

"No, I don't mind. I don't think I can control him from the start. That's why I've been crushing all my requests for reinforcements to the capital. As a result, if we can control him, there will be no damage to our army. Even if we can't, the damage to our army is at most Gorkos' seventh army, 5,000 men. Raydam against the three armies combined is 15,000, a simple formula that even children can tell. Worst of all, there's nothing wrong with both armies being wiped out."

"Yes... however... as far as I can... I can't control... attempts..."

"Mm-hmm. Here's the thing: At best, it's good to work out."

"Yes... then..."

Calmis said no, the distractions subsided, and the space returned to its original void.

And Lennon chuckled and said, watching Esta's tragedy far away.

"I don't care, Thousand Years Dragon. I don't care if the ugly Gorkos or the petty Schneider burn it all together with the Seventh Army!

On top of such Lennon's blue-white appearance, there was a trance (like this) expression peculiar to those in power who held the lives of many people in their hands.