Southwestern North Continent. Northern Kingdom, a country located almost in the middle of the land where the four nations meet.
On the north side is the Kingdom of Delfrent and on the south is the Kingdom of Salma. And that country, surrounded by the Hilk nation and the Tripartite on the west side, was now in a crisis of survival.
Early one morning, the kingdom had moved from an army of more than 100,000 immortals (undead) that suddenly appeared to the capital of the Northern Kingdom, Soulia, to a caged castle battle across the city walls.
An unsolicited number of undead (undead) attacking each other day and night.
After a seven-day offensive against them, part of the Second Street Wall in Souria, the Wang capital, which was also the key to maintaining the front until now, was in a state of collapse.
King Asparf Northern Soulia, who was in command of the army, decided to retreat the front at the Second Street Wall promptly to the First Street Wall.
While many of the old towns within the First Street Wall are usually lined up with places such as mansions inhabited by aristocrats and wealthy people, they now host people who have taken refuge from the new towns as a result of the King's measures, and those people garrison (rather) by revealing the night on the side of the road, etc.
Many of the inhabitants of such a king's capital looked anxiously up at the First Street Wall, which was also the last fortress that could be tall, and eared (by their side) at the outcome of the battle that would be waged on the other side of the wall.
It was a majestic building built halfway through the Old Town - as were the evacuees hissing the grounds of the Hilk church, who stood shoulder to shoulder and wholeheartedly wished and prayed for God's salvation.
In such a place where tense tension fills up as if it were a wave, one man dressed in a luxurious coat smiles and talks about something to the trembling prayer people.
The name of the man, who beautifully finishes his black hair with a hair conditioner and smiles with a mild smile, is Pallumo Auralitia - one of the seven cardinals with the power after the Pope in Hilkism - also a person who worships Cardinal Liberalitus.
It was precisely the very figure of the clergy preaching the teachings of God that the Cardinal, at the top of such Hilkism, turned with a voice in tenderness, crossing in the folk grass that raised anxiety.
But that was only his superficial appearance.
(Kuha, this is it, this. The kind of air this hunted down people's agony sticks to their skin...... the fear of desperately trying to divert attention from the despair that spreads in front of them, but being swallowed up by death that never escapes, this feeling that gradually becomes contagious. Totally comfortable......)
While he showed people to work in solidarity, Cardinal Palermo hid his joyfully distorted mouth on his own sleeve, immersed in trembling pleasure.
It was his taste and bliss to be here at this time.
But his time of bliss will come to an abrupt end.
Outside the city walls of Soulia, the king's capital, a vast number of immortals (undead) were attacking, suddenly a giant pillar of light stretched toward heaven, and a giant magical formation of light was painted high in the sky.
Despite being within the walls, the whole city, enveloped by dazzling light, was instantly noisy, and then when the light subsided, everyone would simultaneously look for a dazzling light source to witness it.
A fiery flame of scorching earth erupted from the immense magic of light painted in heaven, and a man of such magnitude that he could clearly be seen from afar out of its swirling flames - but a presence that clearly deviated greatly from man's standards - appeared.
The man is in the universe, wrapped in flames all over his body, spreading huge six wings to boast of his existence.
A shield wrapped all over his body with zhu golden armor, imitating majestic wings, and his appearance of wandering the earth with a streamlined sword of deep red, was precisely the messenger himself than Heaven asks myths and such.
-Angel.
Divinely, a presence like a runoff of rugged power - the divinity it emits makes one equally awe and awe at the people who eloquently waved the sky out of words, reason, etc.
The emperor of heaven, who suddenly appeared in a land devastated by an army of immortals - if you look at it from the side, you will think that God's prayer has arrived and the hand of salvation has been reached.
But before the absolute existence that people actually saw, they felt it wasn't the kind of presence that would appear only to rescue the dwarf.
The same was true of those who had gathered in the Church and were eroded by the horrors of despair, and all of them drooled their heads (like this) towards the angels who looked up at the sky uniformly and appeared, uttering words of prayer and penance in their mouths, and began to beg for forgiveness.
There was only one man in that, who stood staring down at the sight.
(What, is that...? Are you even saying you're an angel...... such an idiot!?
Cardinal Pallumo scolds his own body, trembling in battle, shaking his head (wearing it) as if to shake off his own thoughts and deny them.
(Angels and such in this world - not to mention that there is no such thing as God!! That is something else!!
He was Cardinal Pallmo, who stripped his teeth out and stared at the angels floating in the sky, but the people around him never noticed his leopard like that. He was just offering words of prayer.
Eventually, the figure of the angel gradually begins to dwindle, disappearing to the other side of the tall city wall.
A moment of silence visiting the whole city.
At the next moment - the sound and heat waves of the fireworks that burn the atmosphere from outside the walls push to the periphery, causing a blurring resembling a scream from people's mouths.
Cardinal Pallmo's expression fades blue as the sound of an air-shaking battlefield echoes in the distance.
(What's happening!? Signs of subordination disappear one after the other...... so!?
Cardinal Palermo stares at the city walls where the angels disappear, desperately suppressing his rough breathing.
An army of immortals (undead) created by the Pope in his own hands and deposited with him.
A Necromancer who looked as if he had merged spiders and men given to lead countless Necromancers - and felt the connection between them and hundreds or thousands of subordinates disappear in Cardinal Palermo one after another, and he became greatly upset.
(That angel mock!? Is that what you're saying is burying Necromancer knights and Necromancers!? Why, why is it now that such a presence has appeared here!? People's salvation? Stupid!)
Unable to keep up with the reality that happens in front of him, Cardinal Pallmo leaks a roar by holding down his aching head.
But in the present situation, where one connection after another disappeared, which became the dominion of the subordination ceded from the Pope, which had been established in him, he shook his aching head in a delusional manner, pointing towards the direction in which the angel that was causing that heavy foothold appeared.
(At this rate of annihilation, sooner or later, there is no power to attack this king's capital. We need to identify the cause at all costs here and eliminate it with our own hands if we can...)
Cardinal Pallumo, who strives to sew among those who fall down in the direction where angels appear here and there throughout the city, teeth with the impatience of his own plan making noise and breaking down and with the progress of the Pope's plan of invasion, which the other Cardinals would be pursuing as well as themselves.
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Soulia, the King's capital of Northern, on the old city side within the First Street Wall.
The hustle and bustle of evacuating residents who were still on the side of the new city outside the First Street Wall sounded like they were in a panic, and the whole city was already being drunk by the air on the battlefield.
In such a robust corner of stone built on the city walls, the faces that were the lords of the country, beginning with Asparf Northern Soulia, the king of this country, poke their foreheads together in a narrow room to zero a deep sigh.
The battle against the Immortal (the Undead) fell into a critical situation on the seventh day when part of the Second Street Wall around the perimeter was broken, and the fate of the Northern Kingdom was now in a situation of lightning in front of the wind.
Clouding his expression, King Asparf dropped his shoulder and looked out the tiny window provided on the corner - towards the First Street wall near the torn South Gate - which suddenly happened without any foretaste.
The blinding flash of eyes plunged through the tiny window of the horns as if multiplying the rays of the sun, and the king, trying to see what was going on outside, unwittingly meditated and moaned.
"Hey, what!? What happened!?
But His Majesty, who can answer the King's question, is not on the spot, and everyone likewise narrows their eyes to the dazzling light that plunges into the dim indoor, dressed to block the light with their hands.
Eventually, the flash that was illuminating the dim room stopped, and by the time the glaring eyes finally got used to it, I couldn't find the cause of the flash earlier, even if I peered out the window.
Soldiers and subordinates are finally used to their eyes, twisting their necks as they peek out the window while exchanging speculations and speculations with each other.
Even to find out the cause, the cause and thought place were thought to be outside the Second Street Wall.
But already on the occasion of the partial collapse of the Second Street Wall, the King's Capital's defensive forces have just been given instructions to retreat.
Mass influxes of immortals (undead) will be beginning to flow from the collapsed city walls, and sending troops to find out the cause from now on cannot be a far-fetched order.
Eventually, we all feel signs of breathtaking in the hustle and bustle of war blowing from the other side of the Second Street wall.
Even if I knew for sure that something was going on, I didn't know what it was - an itchy state of teeth that I couldn't even look into was enough to stir up an unspeakable anxiety.
He was King Asparf, who sensibly felt the unspeakable anxiety of everyone spreading indoors with his skin, but he can't speak of anything at the moment when he can't find the ingredients to just relieve their anxiety.
As he deepened the valley between the wrinkled, carved brows and struck the fist held by the king into a small window frame, everyone's gaze gathered on one young conductor who came running out of breath into the narrow room.
"Ha, my God! An army of undead men outside the Second Street Wall... an angel appears!
Words of reprimand fly from a frustrated general to a report that does not get the imperial face and guidelines of the commander.
"Fool! In front of the king, report clearly!
To that general's word, the conductor correctly apologized for his residence before saluting him.
"Sorry! I'll report it! An unfamiliar cavalry rides from outside the south gate of the Second Street Wall, storming the army of the Undead (undead), and at the same time, angels and thought beings descend on the battlefield, annihilating a nearby area of the Undead (undead)!
All those who were indoors, including kings and generals, look at each other and see if they misheard the report.
The first person to raise his voice in the deliberate indoors was once again a general under the command of the army.
"What, that report!?" Angels ”descended on the battlefield for lack of reason!?
To the general yelling at Cricket Valley (temples), the conductor strapped his neck and leaked a short scream, but immediately stretched his spine straight to affirm the report he had raised earlier.
"Definitely! The figure of the angel is witnessed not only by me but by many of the inhabitants of the city! The annihilation of the Immortal (the Undead) by the Angel had already reached a third of the total by the time I was run to the Herald!
There were various expressions on the words of that young missionary, such as those who would look incredible to each of the faces that were the Lord of the country, and those who believed in the contents of the report and found a light of hope.
In that, King Asparf slowly turned his gaze out the window and thought of the identity of the earlier dazzling flash, slowly closing his lid and roaring small.
"As the Cardinal said, is it true that God has come to see us..."
Exclamation leaks a sigh of relief, and the king turns his thoughts to the other side of the city wall.
If you believe in the word of the Herald, the future of the Northern kingdom was lit only by waiting for doom. Then the king accidentally leaked a bitter laugh and shook his head (wearing it) when he was concerned about the safety of the two princes scattered throughout the country to summon reinforcements and the princess who had sent him out for evacuation.
(The situation is still alarming, now is not the time to relax...)
Under him, who had such self-restraint on his chest, a decree appeared rushing in again.
"More immortals (undead) have influxed than the Second Street Wall Collapse and are making progress in the new city!
To that report of the decree, the king nodded deeply and shifted his gaze to those around him.
"We need to evacuate the residents to the old city! General, restructure the troops that have already retreated and make their way to the immortal (undead) interception of the new city! As reported earlier, there is no way to reclaim Soulia, the king's capital, now! Destroy the unclean from this king's capital!
When everyone pays tribute to the king's decree, people start to move in a hurry this time.
Watching them move like that, King Asparf squeezed his fist by moving his gaze again through a small window set in the corner to the king's capital where he peeps.
Whatever the hell the descent of angels means, it is the current situation that there is no future in the Northern Kingdom if we do not move here.
There are warehouses for food storage on the old town side, but the grounds are larger in the new town, and many of the warehouses were set up on that side. Now that the Second Street Wall has been breached by the Immortals (undead), they have had to strike out to secure food within close proximity, whether they prefer it or not.
Once again, the king prayed to God for the good fight of his soldiers to the battlefield and begged the angel for mercy that he had descended.
─ ─ Lil, please stay safe.
The king still had no reason to know that his little whining words, the person who wished him well, were now returning just beside the king's capital.