The day had risen, and camp activities were in full swing. It was time to put away the supplies and go to war with the elves. The last stretch before reaching the forest where all will be played.
Within hours, tents and encampments were demented and cargo deployed in supply carts. The first troops had already left as soon as the sun rose.
It was now time for our group to leave and join part of the supply group.
Freyon, who was hesitant and had a sullen face, glanced from time to time at Josephine who maintained the horse for the journey. After a few moments, he had made up his mind and moved closer to her, scratching his head.
"Sorry... for the last time. I didn't mean to hurt you, I apologize. Please forgive me! »
Joesphine, who calmly caressed the horse, was surprised by Freyon's desolate tone, surprised by his sincere forgiveness. She glowed took his hand and comforted him.
"For the last time? It's not that bad! It was only a small wound, look at it! »
"A small wound?"
Freyon looked at the wound that had disappeared and let out a sigh of relief. Soon, his expression became brighter and he was finally able to speak at ease with Josephine.
He realized his mistake, he is not bad. I thought he was a jerk but in the end, I think he's pretty cool.
Sound!
It's finally time to go. The horns that signal the advance of supplies had sounded.
The carts that had been prepared and checked by the paladins had begun to roll. The army protecting the supply had also moved to their next destinations.
There was only one straight line left, joining the armies of the coalition of the Western kingdoms and going to war.
The Holy Emperor Augustus and Emperor Kreton as well as some kings who had joined the command had gone to the front of the army.
The last troops were finally gone and all the troops of humanity advanced towards the bloody war that was coming. Being physically with the rest of the troops, being present in this war made me feel a unique feeling.
Is this the feeling of expectation and euphoria? I am lucky to be able to have such a war of this magnitude in my lifetime.
A few hours passed and the troops finally passed the last mountains that littered the human territory before reaching the other end of the western kingdoms.
The calm in the area was too heavy and intense. This is a bad sign. This is the calm before the storm, it would be better to be vigilant around.
"Be careful!" shouted a knight attracting the attention of others who were following him.
Beyond the plain where he was, many monsters could be seen. It was probably the monster tribes of the regions that had allied against them. Hiding and attacking us must have been part of their plans.
It is rather strange to attack us, the Holy Army. How did they know that our group had the fewest armed people? A traitor? They had to have the help of an external and inner person to know this information...
They will no doubt try to kill us all and loot our cargo full of food and weapons.
This was a bad thing for us, because most of the surrounding troops were rather far from them. The closest ones had to be an hour's walk away. Meanwhile, our group had to defend itself until reinforcements arrived.
By bad luck, his journey had to be disturbed by monsters.
"Disruptors are already coming."
The knights who had seen the number of monsters were stunned by such a brazen attack but they quickly regained their consciousness after a bearded man came out of the ranks, exuding a kind of golden aura.
"Training!"
Under the command of their superior, the paladins stopped the wagons and began to form in a circle in order to protect the weakest from the predicted attack.
The bearded man who was at the forefront of the defense carried a halberd in his hands and exuded an intimidating aura. It was the newly assigned General Paladin to the rear because of his old age that led him to retirement.
He looked at the monster wave of thousands of dangerous species approaching them and spat on the ground.
"Tch. The beginning of the day already looks good...! The blood will flow today! »
***
The main commanders of the army were resting at the front in a gigantic cart embroidered in pure gold, they were all gathered in a kind of moving room around a table where the 2 emperors were confronting each other.
"Kreton, what are you preparing?"
"Why should I prepare a few things?"
"Hm. Your expression shows a particular expectation. »
This man is preparing a few things behind my back. But what? I could not understand his intentions despite the fact that God gave me the power to judge the intentions of his people.
Tap! Tap!
"Who is it? Entrance. »
A paladin opened the door and on a horse to start talking about the unexpected news.
"Holy Emperor, an attack was orchestrated by monsters to the rear supplies!"
A monster attack right now?
I turned around and looked at Kreton, still calm despite the bad news. Is it him?
I shook my head. Impossible for him to do his, and for what reason would he make his? I think too much.
"Holy Emperor?"
Either way, this is considered an attack. An attack in one part of the supply is dangerous, if it falls it could jeopardize the other supply routes of the army.
"Who is positioned at the back?"
"Leopold, retired former paladin general!"
"Leopold? Hm... He's a pretty strong paladin, sending the paladins back and quickly. »
"Yes, Holy Emperor!"
The paladin hurriedly closed the door and ran to the other paladins to give the new instructions. A small attack on the Holy Empire is considered a provocation from the monster camp but in the middle of the war, I could not concentrate on it.
Turning my gaze to Kreton, I wondered if he was doing some things in secret? For all reasons, if he felt he had betrayed humanity... I should kill him myself.
***
The old man with his halberd turned his gun and stabbed her forward, grabbing five goblins. He alone had killed hundreds of monsters in about ten minutes.
"Who wants barbecue?!"
He threw the corpses away and continued his massacre. His body was covered with weak bodies: Blood, Organ, Skin...
The paladins positioned at the front were all fighting for their lives and also to protect the supply that needed to be transited to the vanguard. For now, the damage caused by the monsters was minimal thanks to the experts who contained the biggest forces at the front.
But it was only a matter of time before the paladins got tired. It was the first time I was stuck against a wall. What do I owe?
'Should I show my true strength and let people die despite the fact that I can save them?'
"Arck!"
Paladins and monsters clashed with their weapons and some began to fall to the ground, their corpses cold. The monsters had begun to gain the advantage, and some had begun to retreat to the back.
"Freyon!"
Freyon who was fighting at the front, took a sword blow in the chest and fell backwards. I threw a sword at the orc who tried to crush him with a club and killed him by slitting his neck.
"Get up!"
"Ah-uh... »
Freyon, who had fallen to the ground, began to bleed profusely. He was probably hemorrhaging because of an organ that must have torn. I took him in my arms and brought him to the back to an infirmary tent.
The nurses took care of him and put him on a dirty bed, which had already been occupied by other wounded women and began to heal him with divine magic. His expression which was blue begin to turn white, sign of care but the care was no longer as effective as the beginning.
Other people start to get tired. They can no longer hold the battle line for long and even Leopold who had killed hundreds of monsters begin to accumulate various minor wounds.
It was time for me to step in.
I left Freyon and the others behind and rushed forward towards the enemy line. I loaded my sword and body with divine magic and jumped into the enemy camp filled with monsters.
« ... Hey you! Come back here! »
Leopold, who was in front, was yelling at him but I wasn't listening. I was focused on my sword and the enemies in front of me who were trying to kill me. It was time to spill blood.
I threw my oblique sword blow at the ogre in front of me and sliced his body with a blade made of the purest divine energy and continue to shred others. The massacre had begun and under his sword blows the monsters fell one by one like flies.
So that's murder? I feel like I'm in a game where you have to kill as many enemies as possible in a given camp. I had always wanted to be the protagonist in a battlefield, my dream comes true.
But before I could taste this sensation any more, my sword cut nothing. On the battlefield once filled with monsters, only me was left standing among the bodies on the ground.
The monsters were that weak? No, I was just too strong. In front of me, no one could be stronger than me. I realized that I was the strongest individual on this planet. So it was normal that no one could fight me head-on.
I had become a god.
***
« ... Hey you! Come back here! »
While I was fighting an ogre who swinged his club blows with extraordinary strength, I saw a young man come out of the ranks and jump towards the monsters head first.
I thought he was a madman who wanted to die and so I tried to reason with him to bring him back but it was already too late. He had jumped into the monster horde, in this situation it was logical to know the result of such ignorance.
But what I imagined didn't turn out the way I thought. The young man who had jumped with a single sword into the monster heap, stopped for about ten seconds as if he was gathering something inside him.
The ogre who had seen this as a provocation threw the club towards his head but the man who had his eyes closed, opened them instantly and threw a sword blow impossible to see with the naked eye towards the ogre, slicing him in half and surprising everyone.
Under this brazen attack, the monsters as well as the fighting paladins stopped fighting for a short time. This man's sword exuded an aura so pure that it surpassed even that of the Holy Emperor he had once seen on the battlefield.
A deity so pure possessed by one man. Under a tense silence and closed eyes, he began to throw swords as if dancing on the monsters. The sound of moans reasoning like a melody applauding his waltz and his sword strokes swayed like an eye-catching movement.
Each sword stroke showed a siphostic movement, a sword filled with strength in an oblique blow. A diagonal sword blow slicing the crowd in two. A backhand blow blocking many weapons.
Is this the ultimate technique of a perfect sword? If I could put it in words... His would be God's dance.