Eleazar wonders how the transcendents are regulated in the land of Rune.
Free promotion?
As you wish?
While it was true that such a crowd that wielded powers beyond the ordinary was the best tool for those in power to use, he had never seen so many assembled.
More acolytes than he'd ever seen in Celine!
In the army that treads like a thundering drum...
Unknown sequences of warcasters and spellcasters, sparsely dispersed in military formations, commanded their squads, numbering in the hundreds!
As for the Witch's army of golems, there were only a few wizards and a dozen or so berserkers at most, and although they had regrouped under the enchantment of bloodlust, and all of them were brazenly banging on their shields and roaring furiously, it was only a matter of time before they were swept away by the others.
The moment he realizes the number of enemies, Eleazar immediately pulls out his crucible to boil a potion.
These enemies are not the stupid demons of the past, and no amount of caution is too much to ask.
The Witch, who didn't need to retreat any further, had donned her bone helmet and stood on the sentry tower in front of her.
Fina was idly propped up on the parapet, playing with a soul crystal in her hand.
For warlocks only, one soul, just the cost of a forbidden spell.
No one ever knew what kind of amazing resistance would erupt when those two wicked witches were pushed to their deaths, but alas, no one ever made it that far.
And it's even more unlikely that we'll see that scene today.
Halfway through the morning, Fina yawned when she saw that Witcher had made several potions and stood up.
"I'm going to bed, next time I'll trouble you to set up the isolation ritual."
Eleazar gave a helpless explanation, "The guy kicked it off on purpose..."
The sharp-eared witch snapped back with a sly, "He was the one who deliberately pushed me up against the wall!"
Eleazar was so angry that he immediately rushed over to clean her up.
Thinking back to the commotion next door last night where she was screaming while crawling like a puppy, a slightly flushed Fina plucked out the two men fiercely and sauntered back to her room.
In the sentry tower, Eleazar, who was rubbing the demon girl's face, withdrew his gaze sheepishly.
"You'll bully me if you dare to do it!"
Eleazar instantly sank his gaze and pulled hard.
"Didn't you kick out the candle on purpose!"
"Muddy wow..."
Evelina shook her head hard to break free of those hands, indignant:
"When I said to remove the boundary, you had your heart set on it then!!!"
Witcher, whose heart is in the same place and who can't argue with anything, finally just jumps down from the sentry tower unhappily.
The thought of this hard-won peace being disturbed slowly turned his face cold, and a pitch-black armor slowly covered him as his unhurried footsteps welcomed him forward.
At this pitch-black knight coming from behind, the clan warriors were filled with doubt, but they parted a path.
The transcendent army, which was mobilizing its morale, let out an earth-shattering laughter when they saw only one person walk out from the opposite side, and then they saw the red light that covered the sky enveloping them.
Normally, it would be impossible for an ordinary Battle Sequencer to possess such terrifying spell abilities...
"Dodge!!!"
The leading Queen's daughter raised her banner and shouted, but her voice was instantly drowned out by the dragon's roar that resounded from the plains.
"Roar ----"
In that roar that made the blood of all creatures curdle, first the air was set on fire, then the churning flames surged out like waves, the heat that came to the surface made the grass instantly charred and blackened, and the soldiers who bore the brunt of the heat were unable to open their eyes from the heat wave, and the horror of death loomed over their hearts, they desperately wanted to fight back, but their stiffened bodies didn't move at all, and when it was easy to get rid of the shock to lift the arms, but the war horses underneath them was as stiff as if it were dead.
"Boom..."
After the flames brought out a roaring sound, the sky was reflected in red and slowly returned to normal.
Ashes rose in the sky like the snowy gray that represented the final silence falling, and in the end, only a few hundred men remained in that large military formation still clinging to their feet.
Witcher pulled out a potion with a blank face and drank bottle after bottle, quickly restoring the depleted transcendental activity in his body.
As expected, the dragon's breath that spread its range to the maximum was never able to wipe out all of the enemies.
The king's daughter, who was protected in the center by a wall of people, pushed her way through the crowd and looked at the misery all around her, her heart bursting with sadness and hatred.
"My soldiers..."
"How dare someone like you come and fight for power?"
Witcher, who had come a hundred meters closer, looked coldly at the fear in her eyes, and the ambition that melted like ice.
The three Grand Knights raised their longswords warily.
"It turns out that the Crimson Witch also has a Legendary Black Knight, we admit defeat, and according to the war convention, we'll leave all the supplies as reparations for this war..."
"Convention?"
Eleazar laughed cruelly, "Only the victors are entitled to speak of treaties, and you, now, are nothing more than a pack of mourning dogs!"
The leading Grand Knight's gaze sank at once.
"If you want to die fighting, then die fighting, soldiers! Kill--"
"Avalanche-"
As the Knight Commander's roar rang out, the bowstrings around them exploded, and hundreds of sharp, meteor-like, magic-breaking arrows sliced through the air.
Eleazar sensed several of these threats, but where the source was simply indistinguishable, and then he flipped his fire sword, his body in a half-crouch, and in one smooth motion, he plunged the blade into the scorched earth.
Boo!
The warrior who was just about to charge up and combine attacks was blown away by another wave of fire.
Also lifted out were countless arrows.
But neither the Knight Commander nor the King's Daughter were discouraged, and they looked at the center of the flames with dead eyes. That arrogant and unbeatable Black Knight, half crouched on the ground, his raised arm blocking the two arrows that were shot at his throat, then the side of his head, the back of his heart, and the collar neck were successively missed by three more fine gold armor-breaking arrows, and blood slowly dripped out from the tail feathers.
Eleazar pulled the arrow from his neck with a pain-filled face and looked at it, then said in the rasp of Dewwind's voice, "Very good, you guys sure are different from those losers who don't have the strength to hit anyone..."
With a mouth full of blood in his mouth, he exclaimed, and with a single stroke of his sword, he cleaved more than a dozen lunging soldiers into two.
Before he could retract his sword blade, another dozen lances broke through the air and stabbed from behind.
Eleazar only had time to stomp his foot heavily and jump into mid-air for an instant before another mouthful of dragon's breath was spewed towards the archers bending their bows and arrows in the distance.
"Ah!!!"
In an instant dozens of humanoid torches screamed on the scorched earth, their hastily fired law-exterminating arrows as silent as stones falling into the sea.
But at the same time, Witcher, who was in mid-air, was pierced by several bursts of armor-breaking guns, and his body planted down like a broken sack.
The more than ten ready swordsmen below instantly had their arms skyrocketed, and the various heavy weapons they were holding emitted terrifying sonic booms, dragging out horrifying residual shadows to slash heavily, and the aura was as if they wanted to split the space.
His body rotted away on the spot, chopped into mush by countless stored heavy blows.
The regimental commander breathed a sigh of relief, then looked with some trepidation at the tribal soldiers in the distance, and at the loft building that was being carried by the giant tortoise.
"The loss is too great this time, Your Highness, I'm afraid there's no hope for you to rise to the throne."
The king's daughter bowed her head, her sullen face wondering what she was thinking.
Tik-Tok... Tik-Tok... Tik-Tok...
Just as the remnants of the army were about to retreat, the sound of a pointer jumping suddenly sounded behind them.
The regimental commander looked back and his face froze.
"How... Maybe..."