"This... is against the rules..."

Someone of the soldiers on the front line squeals with such trembling noises at the ridiculously high number of undead that they thrust as they soar.

Humans in the doomed cities start with a wide variety of demons, including little ghosts (goblins), pigs (oaks), and even monster birds and wildlife undead like giant bears.

It is clear from both the soil smoke and the impending undead that a large number of them are passive.

"Absolutely, I can't..."

That little screaming voice may well be a common view of the soldiers. The rubbing sound of armor ringing on the battlefield could be called proof of that.

"Set up your weapons!!"

Next to Count Hartwig, who bought the front line and came out, the soldiers and mercenaries are frightened by the fury of a middle-bodied man who grew a long jaw on the brunette who rode the horse.

"The intentions above are completely irrelevant to us! There's always one thing we do. Kill the enemy. That's it!

The words murmur, to the undead approaching the end of his eyes and nose, just tremble, and no one even tries to set up a weapon.

The man with the jawbeard, while distorting his face uncomfortably, spits on the ground,

"After all, it's just your mouth. You're different from them."

At the end of the glance of the brunette mercenary was a group flying a flag picturing a bright red phoenix placed in the same division.

Red Phoenix Brigade - a group of mercenaries who have been named after each other in the Empire for their bravery. In the role of Second Ladle, to spare his life, a despicable man who threatened his employer, Viscount Dort Magotta, and fled before his enemies. The Imperial Army was allegedly badly damaged by the opening of the castle with no resistance to the Magotta territory that Viscount Magotta was protecting.

A mercenary becomes an employer's sword in consideration for money. That's what it is. Serious treachery that causes mercenaries to lose their very raison d 'être during an operation, such as against the will of their employers, for whatever reason. That's why the mercenaries hated this shameless mercenary regiment and slandered it with the Fools.

"Oh, those guys, aren't they horrible?

The faces of the Red Phoenix Brigade line up and hold their own swords and spears while turning a strong eye to the impending hordes of undead with a mixture of emotions.

"Baka, you've decided to be scared!

When a skilled female mercenary, bravely marked with a fox mark on her back, raises her sword in heaven, fills her full, and lets her lungs air, whilst provoking her long red hair.

"Hey guys, I'm going to get Red Birds to protect me this time of year!! If it's just the tip of my mouth, I can even piss stinking hungry! I can't move in this situation. Cowards are just in the way, even if they are! Go home and hide in your mom's skirt!!"

Beat Alankari's loud voice all over the battlefield.

"Crazy!"

"You'll let the Redbirds do whatever they want with you!

The wrath of one tree spirit after another from the mercenaries. And they propagate rapidly to the mercenaries on the front line.

"Hey, stand still, Bow Soldier, line up again! You guys are the liver of this battle!

"Ugh! The new Americans are in the rear, so be sure to grease the arrows. We'll shoot them all, you corrupt bastards!

"Ha, ha!!

In no time, the mercenaries move to dominate the battlefield.

And -.

"Lure him to the place where he planned to be. Don't expect your lords to fight!!"

Count Hartwigh's loud voice runs through the battlefield, and the hired mercenaries and soldiers on the front line launch an undisturbed army campaign.

Just fifteen minutes ago, a specific combat instruction of this degree was distributed from battalion size to platoon class of five. There was a no-fighting zone where you should not enter and some ways and procedures to lure both the undead to their limits.

And at last, the end of the war opens.

A number of fire arrows are fired, and when they are pierced by both undead, they burn. This is all that kills the arrow's hit human form and the undead of small demons and small animals, such as goblins.

But as if to mock the tearful efforts of such imperial army front-line soldiers, both undead have pushed over the dusty undead, like avalanches.

"Damn! How many are there? You blue ass kids stay back! Get in the way of the fight!

Skilled and old soldiers step forward, while retreating new American soldiers and mercenaries behind their backs. It's a natural decision. Because recruits and other people will just get in the way of being in this war zone.

"Hey, you guys back off too!

Next to the Red Phoenix Brigade (Seiki Dumpling), fly a crowd of about 20 people who do not make it slight before the impending undead like a torrent. None of them were wrapped in armor or anything else, and were wearing exotic clothes with black tops and bottoms. From the way he stood, he didn't look like a battle genius.

"Not necessary"

When the leading brunette young man raises his right hand, twenty simultaneously turn his right palm to both the undead.

"Millard Tote Village Guard, prepare to fire -"

Using that voice as an opportunity, a number of magic formations emerge in the universe that are not jokes. The magic formation changes shape, becomes a sphere of burning flames, drifting with yurayura.

"Demon bullet of a hundred flames, ejected simultaneously"

When the numerous swinging flaming spheres are divided into hundreds of flaming chunks, they blast off the ground at high speeds in a straight line, turning both undead into dust in an instant.

……

Soon after blinking, more than a thousand undead fade away lightly. Does no one have a brain following that fact yet, skilled soldiers and mercenaries, as well as the new Americans, gazed blindly at the impossible sight in front of them as they opened their eyes and opened their big mouths?

But a domino defeat by the name of insanity is dared, as if to mock them like that.

"Hey, look at that."

My gaze concentrates on the voice of the warring soldier at the tip of his finger.

From the Red Phoenix Brigade, the silver light emitted in fan-shaped form burned all the undead more than a dozen meters away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Is that a holy attribute!?"

Out-of-place twirling occurs on the battlefield in the words of a blonde mercenary who raises a feverish voice.

"Definitely. I have seen the archbishop use it on the battlefield. It's the magic of Holy Attributes."

"Shame on you! Then why can both Redbirds use Holy Attributes!? Plus, one or two of you would be using them all anyway!

A red-haired mercenary in anger watching the faces of the Red Phoenix Brigade (Seiki Dumpling), which is still shooting silver light.

"Well, I don't know either!

It was unprecedented that the mercenary of the hundred wars bearing the seal of the fox would be wolfed to this point, and his men had stained and understood the anomaly.

"Fo, Captain Fox, that..."

At the end of his men's gaze was a former rival who dyed his whole body silver and still broke the big bear undead under one sword.

"Aquido!!

The scream coming out of the mouth of the red-haired female mercenary echoes empty-handedly into the hustle and noise of the battlefield.

"What do you say, fox? How do you feel about the guy you thought you left behind a long time ago?

Fox looked back at the poorly bottomed voice he could hear from behind, and the man with the ridden beard looked down.

"Ugh! Brye, Temee, are you fighting and selling to me!?

"No, I don't mean that. I mean, I'm no different than you."

The bearded man, Brye, clapping his shoulders, shifts his gaze from Fox to Aquid, who is still fighting.

"Hey, Brie, that 's--"

"This is a battle between fallen mercenaries and poor aristocrats against their world opponents to raise their names. The powerless don't say anything bad, but now they're in the corner, dealing with the leftovers - this is my Lord's message."

"Come on, these guys - they're powerless... they're licking me!!"

"I don't think you have any power either. But there's one up there. For all the monsters who set this battle up, the enemy and allies are worth as much as the goblins flocking around."

"Are you serious? We are mercenaries of the name of this empire!

"Oh, I can feel it on my skin as soon as I see you right away, too. It's a kind of monster (monster) created by an empire. You can swear. Immediately, the force map of this empire will be renewed."

"You..."

To Brye's profound words, a screaming noise winds up on the battlefield as he tries to speak out his objections.

"Apparently, the enemy has put in a second line, considering they can't be dropped in the first row of miscellaneous fish."

An uncomparable amount of undead was creeping into this wilderness.

"What the heck, those numbers, and they're a whole lot bigger..."

"Hey, look, there! How about a little dragon?

"Crap!"

The battle enters the production, babysitting the voices of the anxious soldiers and mercenaries who scream at each other.