Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 319

Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (24)

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Tung! Tuoung- Tuoong!

Wedge!

Squirt!

“The enemy is approaching!”

“That level is visible even if it is not reported.”

Fleet leader Falger, who had control over part of Kauladi’s fleet, nodded as he looked at the remains of the first line fleet, which had been reduced to a meal for a monster.

“For battle, the more you know your opponent, the easier it is to prepare for it.”

Falger saw the small dots shot from afar and responded calmly as if he knew that would happen.

A method favored by Nullak’s fleet. The monster worked by the ‘Evil Eater’ Nulak through magic breaks down the formation and deploys high-ranking warriors on top of it, causing confusion. Meanwhile, Nulak’s fleet approaches and crushes the enemy fleet whose formation has collapsed. For example, a surprise all-out attack using the penetration power of magic familiars and the penetration power of elite warriors.

Until now, many of Nulak’s enemies had been helplessly defeated and subjugated by this method, but Falger was not too worried about their strategy, which was like a proclamation season.

Kauladi’s warrior commanders had been constantly studying their archenemy, Nulak, and were well prepared for such a situation. Their troops include a list of elite warriors and shamans to look out for. Kauladi’s faithful slaves sacrificed their lives for a single word of his name and thus had a complete knowledge of the enemy’s capabilities.

Grand shaman Akshikga Nulak and his shaman station steed. That was once a creature called the [Pear-Devouring Mouth] and treated as a taboo, but it was captured by Nulak, who was a teenager at the time, and became his servant. Even though Nulak, with his great talent, could not be completely subdued, he became integrated into it and suffered from endless hunger, but that alone was enough to show how great a shaman Nulak was.

Its rampage could not be prevented, and even if shamans were deployed to stop it, the shamans’ stamina loss was so great that they had no choice but to suffer losses.

‘But that monster also has weaknesses.’

The subject, a creature close to a spirit creature that would have lived for hundreds of years, suffers from endless hunger and behaves like an animal. That cannot be easily controlled. Just fill your hunger by pushing it in front of the nearest enemy. Therefore, it is a weapon with limited use that can only attack the front line.

“The battle line is a fake military line that is barely filled with operational troops to begin with. “Let him fill his stomach and destroy it to his heart’s content.”

Therefore, they filled cheap, large warships with only slave conscripts and sent them forward. Let’s eat as many as we can to make a military ship that is so flimsy that it can barely survive a single sailing trip and is made to stand still by tying it together with a spell.

With this, Nullak’s greatest strength was wasted in vain, but they would think they had broken the enemy’s battle line.

While the battle line collapsed. The next attack is –

Sting!

‘They are chefs.’

head. Nulak’s favorite warrior group. His sword also cried as he faced what must have been powerful enemies.

The cry of the sword. As a warrior, this is the most pleasant and tense time.

Buzz, buzz,

Falger calmed down his excitement by stroking his lowly crying baby.

“Yes, Pacelima. It’s been a long time since I drank the blood of my enemy…”

In the distance, several human figures were thrown into the sky and were falling in a parabola. Soon they will unfold their favorite kites and fall like fallen leaves, clinging to the ship. Just like always. As they investigated.

That is why those great warriors die in vain. Because it doesn’t change. They’re always drunk because they’re destined to win.

“Raise the shark-catching ballista!”

Slam! Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The enemy fleet will be delayed by the power of the Great Master, and if it barely arrives, it will be delayed again by the remains of the battle line completely destroyed by the Familiar. Nulak’s fleet, which was supposed to take advantage of the confusion and quickly attach the ship, was unable to look after the cooks, and the high-ranking warriors who were brought in to cause the confusion were isolated and died miserably. While Nullak was collapsing, losing valuable hand-to-hand combat power that should have been recovered and losing his superior power by metallurgy….

‘Our king is sending the unfortunate people of the desert who did not even have the eyes to recognize him back to the sand. By showing them one last time what the true grace of a king is.’

Tactical differences created by information gaps. A natural ending prepared for those who know the enemy and prepare for it, and those who settle for a tactic that has worked well for a long time.

Squirt-!

Falger laughed bitterly as he watched the warrior fall before anyone else.

“It is natural for those who do not know their enemy to die. Now, if you don’t want to fall and become mush, open your kites, cooks of Nulak!”

Squirt-!

The dark warrior fell without slowing down even after approaching a distance of about 200 paces.

“Hehehehe. You’re a brave warrior who hasn’t slowed down yet! So much so that I want to clash swords with each other myself….

”

100 steps.

“….still?”

Contrary to his expectations, instead of slowing down, it drew a nice parabola and got closer. The figure looked more like a black cannonball than an infiltrating warrior.

50 steps.

yes-! Buzz buzz buzz buzz-!!!

Seeing that his child was crying loudly and crying loudly, Falger slowly felt that something was wrong.

“Adjutant Adjutant!!! “Who is that warrior?”

“I don’t know! “It’s not on the record!”

“Does that make sense! A spell that dyes the entire body black! “It makes sense that we couldn’t figure out such a unique warrior!”

The warrior had already flown into the firing range of the ballista. When Falger got close enough to discern the figure, he pulled out his scimitar. The thing that had curled up its body was seen spreading its limbs.

“Forwards the warriors! Sailors, prepare for impact! “It’s a human cannonball!”

“Prepare for shock! “Shield forward!”

Slam! Slam!

Like trained warriors, the warriors stand exactly at the point of impact, lower their posture and raise their shields.

As the collision got closer, a strange sound was heard from the warrior, whose body was larger than expected.

『….Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoolliii—-』

“That guy No raised his hand!”

“I’m reciting some kind of spell! Raise your magic protection!”

Although it is an enemy, it has a body that has been trained to the point of admiration. You could feel its strength just by looking at its body, which was shiny with a black sheen, as if some kind of magic had been used.

‘To waste such a great warrior like a mere cannonball. How far has the evil eater gone crazy?…’

Falger drew his sword, expecting a miserable end for a great warrior. He was about to cut off his head with his martial arts skills before they collided. Even though it was an enemy, it was a tribute to the warrior who gave up his life like Chogye.

Scimitar Passelima, whose soul was connected to him, rose into the air and flew towards the neck of the flying black warrior.

Phew!

Falger sighed as he looked at his blade, which was unable to cut the neck because it was so thick, and could only cut half of it. I thought that in the end, it would be crushed without leaving any supply and demand.

Kuaaaaaaaaaa!

“….hmm?”

It was right before the collision that Falger felt something strange. It was the moment when the arms and shoulders of the half-decapitated warrior swelled even more and the two clasped hands swung around. 『

Mete

Ohooo- !!!!』 It was visible in the eyes of

Falger,

a trained warrior. The corners of the mouth of the black warrior with his head half cut off were moving.

Laughing like a devil, its fist clashes with the shield of the warrior blocking its path, and the shield and the warrior holding it are crushed like cheese.

The moment the warriors behind him bounced like cannonballs and flew away, and the two fists, swung as if there had been no resistance, finally touched the deck.

Kuaaaaaaaa!!!

A huge impact explodes and the entire bow of a huge battleship explodes.

The sailors were confused as they saw the flagship, which was twice as large as them, explode with a single blow amidst flying wood fragments and sand bursting from the force.

“Aaaah!”

“The flagship! “The flagship has been hit!”

“The magic protection against pelting attacks would be perfect! why!”

“Loosen the anchor! “The boat is falling!!!!”

….Chang Gang.

“Unbelievable. My weapon, Paselima. Ugh….”

Falger, who was thrown off the bow and collided with the main mast, swallowed the blood rising from inside as he watched his beloved Passelima break helplessly.

A warrior who splits a warship with his bare hands. What the hell…!

….Cough!

“…Who are you? “Where on earth did a warrior like you come from…!”

What does ‘that’ mean? No matter how great the magic inscription of regeneration is, is it possible to carry out such an attack even with more than half of the head cut off?

As if it had heard his voice, a huge doll walked towards him from the rising dust along with the shock.

Glossy black arms and legs that are exposed to the outside due to the small size of the wrinkled white clothes usually worn by desert people. Fingertips as sharp as hooks. And-

“Aww, it’s Saksin. “It’s a novel experience to have all the joints in your body twisted in reverse.”

“….what? Didn’t you just create something like a film and glide down? No, unlike you, Hyde, I can do something like that… uh… do you know how to do it now? Tsk. “I should give it a try.”

…and a voice muttering to itself as if he was not in his right mind.

Rattling-

“Keuuuu-”

“Let’s see… The one whose clothes are a bit flashier than the other kids… Is he the commander? “Excuse me for a moment.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

… Looting is the winner’s right and duty, man.”

No matter how much he thought about it, Falger couldn’t figure out what kind of magic he had to use to make it look so inhuman.

One thing comes to mind in my fading consciousness.

‘Nulak was hiding something big. I must inform your Majesty….’

As he said, those who do not know are bound to suffer the battlefield formula and

the existence of the enemy of which they were completely unaware. Lastly, his eternal lord. Loyalty to Kauladi.

Falger felt fortunate that his back was broken and he could not feel anything. He forced his broken arm to the point where the bone popped out and fumbled for the horn that was hanging around his waist.

Stutter. Stuttering.

‘This…..’

wasn’t there. A horn for the commander. Not only that, everything from his seal hat and coat to his outer clothing, except for his underwear, was already in the hands of the black warrior.

“Oh, before I knew it…!”

“Oh, let’s borrow some. “I need to save some strength before going on a rampage.”

“Off…!”

‘As soon as they are subdued, all their belongings are confiscated…’

Even the communication horn given to the commander. Fear began to well up in Falger’s heart when he saw that all the emergency signal beacons were no longer usable.

‘That strength. The precision of not letting down one’s guard against a suppressed enemy and cutting off all contact at the source. It must be the appearance of a perfect killer with both strength and coolness. Ah, my king….’

“Be careful….be careful….”

He flutters.

Falger lost consciousness with his eyes wide open as if in frustration. In his last glance, only the image of the insatiable killer frowning as if he was still not satisfied remained as an afterimage.

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The professor was looking at his earnest eyes and wondering if it was really unfair for him to have his pockets stolen even though he was an enemy.

“It’s a look in his eyes that tells a lot of stories, even if it’s just that he died and felt unfair. “I guess I should have left my clothes behind.”

[It’s unfair that a warrior who lived and died for his honor was beaten to death with his underwear when all the people around him were his subordinates. Look, even though he’s dying, he’s just saying something.]

“Huh… huh? “Isn’t there some kind of curse?”

[Take a look at the cross section of the severed neck. Looking at what they put into their brains, I think they may have planted a curse or something like that in their attack.]

“Ugh, you disgusting bastard.”

Of course, the professor, who had no idea about Falger’s loyalty, shook himself off and kicked his dead body as if he was horrified.

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A professor who was accidentally thrown and accidentally destroyed a ship.

It was a very startling start to the war, but when I took a moment to catch my breath and look at the situation, it didn’t seem like it had progressed so haphazardly.

“Nulak didn’t just throw it without thinking.”

Not only was the location where he fell, but the equipment he had telekinetically attached to his waist when throwing him up also showed that he had thought about a lot of things before throwing the professor out.

An object made by connecting leather and hard bone together and rolling it up.

Although the professor just hit it with his bare body, its original purpose would have been to use it with those who were thrown behind him.

Whiuuuung-

flutter!

“For the great Lord of the Desert!”

“The warrior Saladin has sunk the flagship! “We are split into two wings, adding to the confusion!”

“Warriors of the Kamut Clan! Descend!”

Wedge!

Squirt!

A group of warriors flying in a parabola and suddenly splitting into two, drawing a graceful curve like a flock of swallows.

“…You’re so cool.”

[Why couldn’t we do it like that?]

“Okay.”

You didn’t hear anything wrong. It’s a paratrooper unit. It’s a paratrooper unit. Operating a paratrooper unit in a desert battlefield with no planes, parachutes, or even high hills.

The Nulak warriors who flew after me, tied to a magic catapult or ballista pillar, spread out leather chunks similar to the equipment provided to me, then slowly slowed down and landed on the enemy ship.

It wasn’t a parachute… If I had to compare it, it was a piece of equipment similar to a combination of a kite and a hang glider. Should I say that it is similar to the type of kite used when kite surfing?

A kite soaring in the strong wind of the desert. That alone was impressive, but as if it were not just a landing gear, the warriors fell and drove the kite’s long handle into the steering wing and sail of the enemy ship. This is the result of a kite riding in a strong wind high in the sky, pulling on its swollen sails, causing them to become disorganized and preventing the steering blades from functioning properly, acting as an air brake.

“Jota, Jota, doesn’t listen!”

“If we keep doing this, we’ll crash! Cut off the kite! Cut the line!”

“Damn it, what is so tough!”

“The warriors of Nulak are guarding the kite! These bastards are usually- ugh!”

“It’s [the chef]! Nulak’s elite troops have infiltrated! “Bring in the slave warriors!!”

The steering blades were tilted to one side, causing the ship to spin around in place, and the sails, which were supposed to be delicately adjusted, swelled in the wrong direction and collided with each other, causing great chaos.

As someone who came from outside the desert, I had no idea what the large leather kite was used for. An attack method created by living in the desert and concocting strategies and wisdom suited to the environment.

“It’s a battle in the desert… It’s quite enjoyable to watch.”

The professor smiled sheepishly as he looked at his unopened kite. Perhaps what Nulak expected was the same role as them.

Of course, the professor’s attack, which was thrown without even knowing how to use the equipment, ended with a leaf-attack that stimulated the man’s grandeur.

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– Jokass: Wow. The inner warrior Saladin does not know such sophisticated combat. Defeat Saladin. Boo.

– takealook: Usually, when a saint performs a miracle, the saint of light sacrifices his body and brings down a meteorite with both hands!

– Heungan Mandu: Equipment is only for the weak!

– Holly: Holly- Meteor!

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Hearing the teasing from the people in the chat room, the professor quietly turned his head away from the translucent window.

….That was a conditioned reflex. Why is there such a thing? On the way down the roller coaster, my eyebrows and cheeks tremble, and when I open my mouth, a rush of wind enters my lungs, and I unconsciously say, ‘Wooah!’ Something that makes you exclaim.

[Then, there is a bigger problem. I can’t believe ‘Holy’ is installed as default in your attack image. If the archbishop heard it, I would stand on my head and clap with my feet.]

‘Ugh. I guess it’s because I got some help from Ro Haram recently.’

The professor grumbled and looked around at the warrior with his harpooned stomach and underwear lying in his hands.

A ship that is slightly larger than an ordinary military ship and has a slightly thicker exterior.

He wore more colorful clothes and a turban than an ordinary warrior, and was carrying items that looked like contact information.

As the dust that rose from the crushing of the ship settled, the surrounding enemy ships looked even more confused in the already chaotic situation.

‘This talented pig friend has top-notch control. ‘I guess you dropped a pretty important ship?’

The professor smiled with great satisfaction as he looked at the enemy fleet and the signal horn, which had completely collapsed thanks to this.

From the looks of it, the infiltration team’s mission is to cause chaos through terrorism and sabotage. Creating a gap in the enemy’s solid lines.

“If I do something like that, wouldn’t I be an expert?”

The professor played with the horn in his hand and made a magic message sign.

-Snap.

“iced coffee. Can you hear Rakshasha? Mr. Rakshasha-”

[Professor? I wondered where he had gone because his presence suddenly disappeared… Where should I put him now?]

“Uh… I just happened to end up in the middle of enemy territory.”

[….I guess the center of the enemy camp isn’t a place you can ‘accidentally’ enter? I heard that they were planning to wait here for the enemy.]

“Hmm…”

[Perhaps you have separate vocal organs and communication organs? How can you break every word you say…?]

“Uhm… I’m sorry.”

I have nothing to say. Even though I think, ‘Let’s keep this place together!’ -The guy who said that first suddenly disappeared and said, ‘I somehow ended up in the middle of enemy territory.’ Because it would be absurd to say that.

The good news is that I can’t hear any battle noises from over there yet. It looks like there hasn’t been any Mute attacks yet.

“How’s the battle going there?”

[It’s neither good nor bad. All the boats are tilting as if they are stuck on a sandbank and are barely moving forward without falling over. It seems that the ships that sank a little while ago also broke while moving forward at full speed and were unable to overcome their own strength.]

“That’s… not good.”

If Nullak’s fleet doesn’t arrive in time, I don’t know, but the other infiltration group warriors will be annihilated. Originally, it would have been a picture of Nulak’s fleet approaching without long-distance check while the warriors were causing confusion, opening up the back of the ‘cooks’ who were facing off with their ships. When the fleet’s speed is slowed, chaos eventually returns, isolated warriors die, and the close combat capabilities of our troops, who have wasted the advanced power that should have been recovered, are significantly reduced.

“…Rakshasha. Do you know anything about Kauladi’s signaling system? “Something that might be useful on a flagship.”

[Signal from the shipboard commander? At least I learned the basic commands through my concubine. Since you are using a separately manufactured horn with a spell on it, it will be difficult to cause confusion through sound, right? When the commanders are attacked, they destroy it with their own hands, so it is not easy to obtain it…]

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“[….Where did you get it?]”

As expected, our young lady is quick to notice.

“Uh… how did this come about?”

[Does that mean that the operations in which Moon Shadow’s elite agents were able to obtain only shattered pieces no matter how hard they tried were not even up to the level of ‘just by chance’?]

What should I do with what I actually got by chance?

[Did you get lucky and attack the ship of an incompetent commander? No… there’s no way Kauladi would use someone like that. Perhaps there is a group of paratroopers from the Kauladi faction that I don’t know about…]

“No, that’s probably not true. maybe.”

The professor, who remembered the commander in his underwear who had a look of regret in his eyes until the very end, held a moment of silence for him.

No matter how great a commander he was, he couldn’t have made the crazy assumption that ‘a black lump of a human with 60% of its head cut off comes alive and destroys a huge military ship with a single blow.’

[I can definitely feel that my combat power has grown.]

‘That’s right. Normally, these key items would be obtained through an insanely complicated process.’

strength. Combat power. The simplest ability and the simplest royal road to clearing.

This horn was a similar item to the one that Charlotte had given to him after an incompetent professor in Turan had put together a war situation with all his wits.

Of course, since the background level is different, the way to get this here would have been a quest of terrifying difficulty filled with all kinds of espionage, shady dealings, and kidnapping.

As you can see, if the combat power exceeds a certain line, it just falls into your hands like this.

Thanks to this, Cheon Ryu-je’s last-minute play came close.

“Anyway, I got it, so I have to use it. Please call the signal system. Something simple enough that you can learn it and use it right away.”

The Rakshasha was so dumbfounded by the professor’s calm tone as if it was no big deal that he was almost completely entranced.

Otman and Notum Idrasil, who were quietly listening to the conversation from the side, shared a happy look at the Rakshasha struggling with the gap between reality and common sense.

[….great. First, it is divided into a long sound and a short sound, and the first part represents the command to turn the object…]

Among the smiling companions, the Rakshasha, who had given up thinking, explained the signaling system to the professor.

A moment later, a powerful horn sounded from the stern of the ship, which was floating in the sand.

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『Buuuu- Buu- Buuuuu-』

The sound of the horn echoes clearly even in the noise of the battlefield. And

sssssssssssssssssssssss

of the fleets break away from the ruler-like battle line and begin to move forward in accordance with the order.

A normal ship wouldn’t respond this quickly. Kauladi’s corps had a slightly different situation.

“Let’s see… The Kaulaadi fleet was comprised of Sageri conscripts and slaves, except for the commander warrior shaman lineage, right?”

Although the elite force was sufficient, since it was a single force, the number of general classes was relatively poor compared to the Allied Forces, and to make up the difference, Kauladi was extracting a large number of civilians and using them as conscripts and slaves. This is something I saw with my own eyes in the ‘second step’ oasis city.

The reason they were able to line up so perfectly even though they weren’t even properly trained was because they used the magic they like to control. Even if people don’t listen, if you turn them into chess pieces, you can just listen and throw them away.

In fact, conscripts are made to be puppets with labor force and obey orders.

What would happen if confusion of commands was given to them through a magic method imprinted on the dolls, which could not even be considered a personal accident?

『Buuu- Buuuu-!』

“Captain Seo! “March orders from the front…!”

“Don’t be ridiculous! In this situation, why are marching orders suddenly issued only to us? Stop the boat!”

“The slaves are disobedient! The command authority of the flagship is higher than what we have!”

“Shit! “Give me the horn!”

『Buuuu! Boo! Buuuu-! (Do not leave the battle line. Fold the sails and stop the oars)』

『Buuu- Buuuu-! (Full speed ahead. At top speed)』

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Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

! You damn slaves!! Stop rowing! “I told you to stop!”

“Uuuuuu….”

“Forward…. Forward….”

“Damn it! The slaves are broken! Bring in the shaman! powwow!!!”

The captain was furious at the sight of the slaves refusing to eat, but the response he received was despairing.

“In order to buy some time before the all-out war, the shamans were summoned to Kauladi’s ritual and moved around the main line…”

“Oh… this is such a damn piece of trash!”

Suddenly!

The captain glared at the slaves who were rowing like broken machines in the confusion of commands, then pulled out his sword and cut off their heads.

The slave’s head fell and one oar that was stirring the sand stopped.

“Kill them all! If we continue like this, we will collide with the battle line at full speed!”

“Ha but! If that happens, our ship’s operating personnel will!”

“no method! It’s the captain’s order! “Kill them all!”

Suddenly!

Scrap, rustle!

A system that allowed newly hired conscripts to move perfectly like elite soldiers. Conscripts who were created through witchcraft to strictly follow orders.

There was no need to apply delicate magic to each consumable, so they only had simple obedience marks engraved on them. They moved forward amid such mixed orders and died in vain at the hands of their superiors.

The flagship where the professor is located. This tragedy was being repeated throughout the rear row of the ship, which had been split in two.

By the time another nearby flagship, which had noticed the commotion in the battle line, stopped the slaves’ commotion through a proper command, all eleven rows of military ships had already been reduced to immobile ships that had lost most of their operating personnel.

The commander-in-chief of Kauladi’s fleet couldn’t believe his ears when he heard the bad news coming from the battle lines.

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The front line. A fleet filled with slaves and miscellaneous soldiers was broken through by Nulak’s familiar.

2nd row. Flagship completely destroyed. Due to sabotage by the enemy’s elite troops called ‘cooks’, he lost control of the steering and sails and became entangled with them, losing mobility. During fierce hand-to-hand combat.

3rd row. All operating slaves are lost and the operation stops.

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Quang!

“No way… I can’t raise my head to Your Majesty. Raise your head!”

“Oh, the damage isn’t that serious yet! The front row was a throwaway card, and the second row was a bit of a painful loss… but the fourth and third rows can be fully operated by filling them with slaves again! There are enough elements to disrupt the ritual and means to stop the enemy’s advance-”

Creep!

The adjutant did not finish his sentence. Of course, for Kauladi’s fleet, which consisted of a total of 50 military ships in each of the six columns, with stronger warriors and shamans at the back, the damage mentioned above was fully predictable damage in the war.

“It’s become like a defensive battle over a wall…”

What was important was that the third row came to a halt without any damage.

In a desert battle where organic movement is important, a wall of stationary allies was created.

This means that the way for our troops to support the second line currently in combat was blocked, and the enemy was able to easily push in based on their superior supplies.

If this was planned from the beginning….

“Nulak. I heard a rumor that he was cursed by the desert that made him jealous of his outstanding talent, but he is a truly amazing person.”

A very painful loss compared to the first defeat.

My respect for the enemy commander naturally rose to a level where I couldn’t even imagine how far he could see as a fellow commander.

And at the same time, a feeling of regret came to mind.

That great strategist will die miserably on this battlefield today. With astonishment that would not be enough to multiply their surprise.

“….giving up the offensive. Pass it on to all troops. “Give up the offensive, step back slowly, and take your time.”

As a warrior who received Kauladi’s trust and rose to the position of commander-in-chief, it was the worst disgrace, but the commander did not hesitate.

His honor and such. If it were for my master, I could have thrown him away like dog food.

The important thing is that everything that happens here follows the master’s will.

“Consciousness is coming. “It seems that the desert… the lord wants to achieve victory with his own hands.”

In the end, everything will lead to one meaning.

The commander closed his eyes, remembering the great will that was free from small human squabbles.

“…A enemy general whose wisdom reaches the sky. What a child. “You came for war, but we are not looking for war.”

human wisdom. force. The real authority that makes witchcraft and everything else worthless.

The commander’s eyes, who had witnessed the true power of the desert, were burning darkly like those of a blind believer.

Those who do not recognize the king will face the truth only at the end. They will eventually sink and disappear.

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