Trinitas Mundus

Tria Calendar 325, December 26 at 4 p.m.

Orvo Kronvar, commander of the Demonic Army, Sokius Western Dispatch, was watching as enemy mage units retreated.

It was Orvo, who was on the front line at the beginning of the war, but on the occasion of an attack by the Sorcerer's Troop, it is now slightly backwards.

He glanced over the battlefield slowly after a glimpse of the retreating enemy mage unit.

(The enemy should have used up all the trump cards. In addition, nearly half of the main enemy forces have been seized in the past hour. Again, it looks like you had your share here in Health Stamina...)

Orvo's view was almost accurate.

The fatigue of the battle that has lasted since the morning has shed a dark shadow, the damage on the side of Periclitle is more than 30%, and only at the level that it has managed to maintain its function as an army. The damage to the veteran adventurers fighting the Great Haunted Troops exceeds 40% and they are surely still shredding their power.

Many were breathing on their shoulders after waving their weapons, with the uninjured soldiers also standing mostly on their feet.

Meanwhile, the Great Haunted Troops on the Sochius side suffered pretty bad burns from the Great Haunted Warrior and Auga before the start of the fight. But there was still no one to breathe on his shoulders, even though his mighty health as a species had said things and continued for less than an hour the intense battle of waving huge weapons.

Prior to the war, the Pericritle side feared a night battle and planned a short-term showdown. As far as the status quo is concerned, however, I have to say that it is highly unlikely that they will be able to maintain their front until the sun sets.

(One more push. If there is any hang-up, yes, the Commander falls, breaks through some front, or something like that, winning or losing will be decided at once. All you have to do is not let the "White Mage" get away with it... Now, what should we do...)

He thought it was more important to defeat the White Mage, Ray Arklight, than to win the battle.

(All you have to do is defeat the white magician. If he escapes, this battle is not a victory for us. Where we have occupied Pericritle, within less than a month we will be besieged by enemy reinforcements. No, he could show up as early as ten days. All we can do is take down the White Mage, destroy the cities around here, and sharpen the enemy's power at all... all we have to do is wait for what the Moon Demons call a "miracle” and join us...)

After his victory in this field, he was contemplating developing guerrilla warfare around this transportation stronghold, Periclitle. But to his mind, guerrilla warfare alone cannot build a bridgehead on the western side of the Aquila Mountains, which is the original aim.

Fortunately for the Demon Army, reinforcements to Pericritle were delayed.

Fortis, the kingdom of Lax in the north, the kingdom of Kaum in the south and the country of mercenaries, are the countries that may be able to send reinforcements at present. However, due to the circumstances of each of them, it was not immediately possible to move when we obtained information that a demonic army had appeared around Periclitle.

In order for Lax to deal with the Yang Dynamic units of the Demonic Army that appeared in the northeast of his country, and for Kaum to increase the border with the Demonic realm of Kwaedam Tenebre, the power of Fort Toa, and stop new reinforcements, Fortis was unable to quickly organize reinforcements, even when powerful enemies appeared, because all the mercenaries he could move were headed to the well-paid northeast of Lax.

Early information also showed that the Auga was a powerful force of more than a thousand and the Orcs more than three thousand, and the upper echelons of the nations hesitated to send out a small number of reinforcements.

That choice is not necessarily an error, in the sense of avoiding a gradual input of force. In fact, national leaders had strategized on the assumption that Pericritle would fall.

Lax had plans to send reinforcements to Cardobeck, a fortified city in the north of Periclittle, Kaum to Thornbrough, a fortified city in the south, and Fortis to Orton, a fortified city in the west.

Orvo didn't get that information, but at his earliest, he had an almost accurate insight into the thoughts of the enemy leaders because no enemy reinforcements were coming that were supposed to show up a few days ago.

(After ravaging Pericritle, where are you headed? It is a stone to head to the north where the Yangtze troops are or to the south where the Toa is, but the enemy will be reading that too. It might be a good idea to head west......)

He was already conscious of what had happened after he had won the battle in front of him.

This is not alarming, because, as a matter of fact, there is no swaying factor of victory, but he admonishes himself to run ahead.

(I haven't won yet. Looking ahead at this stage now leads to alarm. I should have learned so much about it that I didn't want to... defeat the White Mage first. Concentrate all nerves on this...)

Orvo screamed to bark there.

"O warriors of Sochius! Crush the enemy! Follow me!

He shook up a huge two-handed axe painted on his blood and slowly headed to the front line.

PericLittle's defensive commander, Randal Ogburn, waved a two-handed sword, thinking that we would never grab victory as we did.

(No... even elite troops (these guys) are at their limit. Young people and peasant militias will just be already inert and moving. If there's any hanging up, it collapses all at once like I cut a weir. But there are no hitters anymore. No, should I say it wasn't there from the beginning...)

He himself had cut down a few orgasms and kept his face as a "second-class mercenary”, a superior testimony. But its owners were exhausted, as were the swords of love, whose blade ruin stood out. He turns his mind to defeating the enemy commander Orvo Kronvar, the only way to strike, as he waves up his love sword.

(We have no choice but to defeat the enemy's parent balls. But can you beat the most powerful warrior I've ever seen? If I can do it, Periclitle will fall. but......)

It was rare for him to patrol against taking bets.

He kept waving his sword even as he considered the success rate of his own bet, but without finding a way to open it, one fellow falls before his eyes after another.

Initially they were adventurers who used their agility to keep avoiding the Great Ghost Clan and the Orga onslaught, but fatigue had reached its peak and slight mistakes were beginning to occur. A mistake that is not usually fatal, but in a Grand Ghost opponent where every blow is fatal, the mistake leads instantly to death. The veterans fell to lack their teeth.

Already the warriors around him were down to half. However, the number of enemies has never decreased.

The situation gives the veterans a sense of despair and their spirit gradually erodes. Randall was no exception to that.

(No... we have to retreat... no, we have nowhere to run. Perhaps the people in the city are starting to flee. Only buying a little time......)

He lost his usual cheer and just kept waving his sword with a sad face.

Ray, who was leading the Saints, had given up fighting on horseback and switched to fighting on foot.

Traveller, a famous horse from Caerm, his beloved horse, had not caused any problems due to his unplugged horseback riding skills and the ruggedness of Traveller himself, but other horses did not.

The horses of the Sacred Knights were slowed down by repeated assaults, many of them scratched, most of them by fatigue.

Even more, including the Holy Knights, Ray's own magic almost came to the bottom, forcing him to desist from the ride-off battle of a blow.

The Rays were waving spears to support the right-wing side of the worst war, the Lukes peasant militias. However, only seventeen did not have enough power to overshadow the war situation, and they managed to support a front that was about to collapse.

(Awkward... I can't believe I can't even leave here instead of hitting my hand... this will crush me before I can do anything...)

Despair erodes his mind, too.

(Ash wonders if Stella... we're both safe... I want to rendezvous with you two at all costs. What am I supposed to do...)

By his side, the temporary captain of the Holy Knights, Ranjes Fortunato, is waving his spear as he scolds his men.

Ray felt his immaturity in that appearance.

(What's "White Master”! Nothing could be done... If this were the case, it would have been better to take a single ride with the enemy commander... Mr. Fortunato would not have changed at all in this situation. In exchange, I...)

That's when Fortunato called out to Ray.

"Dear Arklight! This is a battlefield! Concentrate on the enemy in front of you!

Ray realizes he was in a negative thought about the word.

(Mr Fortunato is right! I don't have time to think about it now! If we don't just focus on defeating the enemy in front of us, we're gonna get hit!

Ray said, "Thank you!," he answers forcefully, waving his love spear.

Fortunato has zero grin on his appearance.

(You're still young. Spears and magic are enemies, but only my experience on the battlefield seems to be higher. Then all I can do is show you that I am useful... there is one hand to reverse in this situation...)

"Dear Arklight! Your allies will be pushed off as they are! Our bloodline will open! Your Excellency (...) preserves your magic and shoots magic into enemy commanders!

That's all I shout, I give orders to my men without waiting for Ray's answer.

"Slash into enemies more than this and cut through the breakthroughs! Drop your spears! Draw a sword!"

And when you throw down the spear, you pull out the slurry and the sword. Fortunato pointed his boneless knight sword, Broadsword, at the orange-dyed sky and put it up big as if to inspire his allies.

His men, the Fifteen Sacred Knights, also throw down their spears simultaneously and pull out the Broadsword, a shining sword in silver.

Its appearance was a united and beautiful move, even though it was a battlefield.

Fortunato kept his sword on, ordering the survival of the peasant militia.

"O brave men of Lukes! Please help Lord Archrite! Continue after our Holy Knight!

The peasant militiamen also gain strength in their appearance, squeezing the slightest remaining power and raising their voices. And he followed his fighting instincts and plunged into the enemy to join the Holy Knights.

Ray gave a slightly surprising look, but decided to gain momentum without hanging words on Fortunato.

(He is a knight of war. That's just how well you use the soldiers. But this shouldn't last that long. But now I just have to believe what Mr. Fortunato has to say!

Ray was concerned about the peasant militias, but quickly turns forward.

(My magic shoots spears of light, so I do my best. But can that overshadow the war?

Ray thinks that far and shakes his neck small and sideways.

(No, now is not the time to think! We just have to believe in the reverse eye and poke the enemy's squad!

Ray re-grips the spear. Before him was the rear of the Holy Knights as they penetrated into the Little Ghost tribe to open the bloodpath.

The Battle of the Holy Knights was a brilliant one.

Fortunato's command is accurate, and he takes advantage of his thick armored high defenses to flirt with his less aggressive Little Ghost tribe troops.

The Little Ghost Goblins attack the Saints with crude wooden spears, but were powerless against white armor that performed better than it looked.

A few spears penetrate, but all of them broke, without causing any damage.

There were some highly skilled Little Ghost warriors, but the weapon does not inflict medium damage with the Dagger Short Sword. Conversely, it feeds on the sword of the Holy Knight.

The peasant militiamen saw the work of the knights of their country, adrenaline running around their bodies.

"Continue to the Holy Knights! We are God of Light (Lucidus) soldiers! Go!"

That's what one young man was screaming for.

He thrust into the Little Ghost Troop, shouting out loud to call and scatter to respond to it.

Hazel, the healer, temporary commander of the peasant militias, was unable to find the role to play in this situation. She had no choice but to follow the Holy Knight with the peasant militias.

Ray decided to take advantage of this momentum.

He decided to use what could be called his last trump card, the Beast Troop. And called Uno, the leader.

Where he was, Uno immediately responded to his call, waiting for Ray's orders on one knee, even though he was in the middle of the battlefield.

Ray said, "How many of you are around here right now?," he asked Uno, suppressing his impatient heart.

Uno is so calm on the battlefield that he replies, "Seis has Ashley with him, Ocho with Stella, but the other five are waiting for him as a preaching decree".

"Mr. Uno has the support of the Saints. I want to slaughter the enemy's main unit."

Uno raised his face when he said something, but immediately answered "Your Will" and headed to the front line.

With the addition of the Beasts, Ray-led troops gained momentum at once.

(With this momentum, we may manage to get closer to the enemy's main unit...)

The more optimistic Ray thought so for a moment, the stronger the combination of the Saint Knight and the Beast Man was. An unexpected synergy was demonstrated by the addition of handsome beasts to the heavily equipped Saints.

The heavily equipped Holy Knights rip through the little holes that the Unos have drilled. In order to further follow the peasant militias so that they could not fill that hole, they gradually penetrated into the small ghost tribe units.

"Don't make me like this any more! Show me what the little ghost people mean! Goblins..."

His words are abruptly interrupted when the head of the Little Ghost Troop is scolding his men. As his men, the warrior, looked back, a dagger thrown by one beast man was piercing the throat of the troop leader. The troop leader slowly fell back with the look of saying he couldn't believe it.

But the Rays' momentum soon reaches its limits as well.

The Little Ghost Troops had abandoned their family, the Goblins, and beat them up as pawns in large numbers.

The beasts, who were efficiently defeating their enemies, also start burning their hands at the violent pressure of dozens of demons arriving at once.

If there was a lot of space, if it was like goblins, it would be hundreds but not even teeth, but on a narrow battlefield, it was different.

The little ghosts pushed the goblins forcefully forward. Goblins on the front don't use spears, they just run into each other, pushing one after the other as the beasts slash and lay down under one sword, crushing the bodies of their allies.

Luke's Beastman unit, which boasts overwhelming skill, also gradually succumbs to a number of violence.

The first victim was Doss as deputy captain.

He was cutting through the breakthrough in the front row of the arrow-shaped formation.

There a group of brown wave-like demons, roughly fifty goblin chunks, strike him.

The first few were nicely cleaved off their necks, but a subsequent goblin penetrates them before that body collapses to the ground. I tried to do something about it, but dozens more goblins push him around from behind.

His body was never drunk from the height difference, but surrounded by small goblins and stopped from moving, Doss was rarely stabbed by a crude wooden spear protruding from all sides, sinking into the waves of the goblins.

The legs of the leading beasts have stopped, so too have the legs of the Saints. Thus, the Rays were to be isolated in the middle of a small ghost tribe unit.

There were still more than fifty meters to the Great Haunted Troop, where Orvo, commander of the Demonic Army, the object of the Rays, was. Its distance of only fifty m had been filled by the Little Ghost tribe troops.

(The enemy is efficiently killing allies (...). If goblins can defeat the Unos even if they die ten or twenty, then enough is enough... now we have no hitters...)

Ray fights the warriors of the Little Ghost tribe who come to kill him from around him, keeping despair out of his face.

The Little Ghost side also noticed that he was the rival "White Mage," knocking all of the left-wing troops out to the Rays in an attempt to defeat them before the Great Ghost took their handles.

As a result, although the front, which was about to collapse, changed shape significantly, it becomes a painfully sustained form. Results theory, but Randall and the rest of the main force were prevented from turning backwards.

But it was a disaster for Luke's peasant militias. Originally, it was because the warriors of the mighty little ghost tribe had arrived at them with low proficiency and even goblins burning their hands.

The young warrior of the Little Ghost tribe said to the peasant militia who could not satisfactorily spear, "Out of the way!," he exclaims, slashing the protruding spear off with a short sword.

And then jump into the peasant militia's pocket in an extremely low position like Crouching Start, slapping and slashing the peasant militia with every crude leather armor.

"Huh, that's bad for a soldier with a white magician."

The Little Ghost Warrior slashes off the arms of the neighboring peasant militia even more as he vomits his bruises.

The young peasant militia, slashed off his right arm, pressed the wound with his left hand and said, "My right hand! Oh!" he squatted screaming. He was only a boy who had just turned sixteen, had never held a spear in his heels, and had just been commanded and brought on an expedition.

"Say what I did... Mother! Help! Dad!... my right hand..."

As he was small and round, he was sobbing, but was kicked over and over again by the feet of his enemy allies, unconscious.

The right-wing units of the Periclitle Defense Forces were in danger of devastation.