The Compulsion Viscount did the opposite. "Who says so?! Gather all the troops for me and concentrate them at our breakthrough point, I am going to completely flatten Ambros today."
The three generals, as well as those from the other small duchies, all looked sidelong.
Suddenly, the Compulsion Viscount spread open his palm and scattered the soybeans in his hand onto the ground, which started crying out in pain as soon as they touched the soil.
"Ouch, it hurts too much."
"Who told you to throw us directly onto the ground? We're all going to be smashed to death!"
Under the generals' very eyes, as soon as the beans touched the soil, they transformed into soybean men, each as tall as a real adult human male, their bodies all muscle, looking as strong as beasts. The muscles on their backs could even pinch out the pattern of a waxing crescent moon.
There were over two hundred of these soybean men in total.