It's a living hell!!!!
Basha crawled down to the ground, trying to hold back the fear in his heart, his body trembled slightly under the protection of the constructed mech, and the bodies of his fellow soldiers and the smell of their blood made Basha feel sick to his stomach, but he didn't have time to care about that now, and instead, carefully, he watched the demons outside through the gaps between the corpses.
Originally, their patrol team was from the mecha fortress, responsible for passing the latest news to the south of Rowling City, but these armored soldiers had no idea that there would be a nightmare that they had never seen before, just in the blink of an eye, a team of more than a hundred people, actually killed half of them, if not for the good luck of Basha, cut by the other side's weapon during the battle, in the accidental fall at the same time, there were two companions' bodies on him, I'm afraid that even if he was the vice-captain of the whole team, it would be hard to escape death. At the same time, there are two companion's body pressed on his body, I'm afraid that even if he is the vice-captain of the whole team, it is also difficult to escape from death.
Jared casually wiped the Green Sky Longsword in his hand, then he shook off the beads of blood from the blade and withdrew it.
"My lord!"
Mailer stepped deeper and deeperover the body, omitting Jared's name at his veiled gesture.
"The brothers are cleaning up the battlefield, what other instructions do you have, my lord?!"
"No more."
Jared sighed, as if rather disappointed.
"Really troublesome, I did not realize that these guys are so difficult to deal with ..."
Hearing this, even though he knew Jared was acting, Mailer couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Difficult? The Spirit of Magic, as a member of the vanguard, Mailer watched as Jared rushed into the group like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and when he stopped, there were no more people standing around! The soldiers of the magic corps who were originally responsible for the attack haven't even had time to draw their swords yet, and now they can only pretend to do a battlefield cleanup. You call that tough? At that time, Mailer almost thought that Jared was not killing people, but cutting wheat!
Fortunately, Mailer's face was in his helmet at the moment and there was no way to show the expression on his face.
"My lord, what shall we do next?"
But fortunately he hadn't forgotten what he was supposed to do.
"We'll have to wait. Didn't we get orders from the top? This is the last time. We can stop after this. Besides, Berukarin-sama is severely depleted, so there's no point in staying here any longer. It's a good time to leave. Send orders to attack Rawlings Castle in two days. Until then, all prepare for my order!"
"Yes!"
"Well then, let's go, staying here any longer might attract new enemies."
With that, Jared quickly turned and left. Mailer whistled, rallied the remaining soldiers, and then turned to follow Jared off the battlefield.
Basha did not get up at once, he held his breath, waited carefully for a few moments, even pressed his ear to the ground, and only after he was sure that no one was there did he push aside the body of his companion and climbed to his feet, running back as hard as he could.
Jared didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was sure that Pasha had entered the fortress.
(Are you sure it's okay?)
Caroline stood beside him, clearly not as confident as Jared.
"Absolutely no problem."
A smug smile played at the corner of Jared's mouth .
"I've put the word out that this is the last time we're going to do this, and then we're going to pull out. From the military's point of view, this is also their last and only chance to determine our whereabouts. It's like a gambler in a casino, although he's lost everything, when you give him a chance to win or lose with a 50% chance of turning the game around, he'll still gamble without hesitation. After all, in life, gambling is just a little bit of a small possibility. Besides, even if Max sees something wrong, I'm not worried. Unless the rest of the people are willing to give up this opportunity ... then, we do not need to continue."
（You've got a lot of bad intentions, as usual.)
"Thanks for the compliment ."
Jared responded with a smug grin to Caroline's unmistakable sarcasm.
"BANG!!!"
The king slammed the table and stood up.
"This is our last chance! Guys!!!"
His face was red with excitement.
"Intelligence indicates that the enemy that has been lurking within our country, carrying out destructive killings, has finally been spotted by us! Their next attack will be on Rowling City! This is our last chance!!! We must kill these damn bastards!!!"
"Please wait, Your Majesty."
Max stepped out of the line, his brow furrowed inanxiety.
"May I ask how you obtained this information?"
"Hmph!"
The king resumed his chair, but this time with a look of uncontrollable triumph on his face.
"A patrol near the city of Lorraine was attacked by this group of demons, but one of the soldiers survived by hiding under the corpse of his own companion, and it was he who overheard the conversation between the enemy commanders and reported this valuable information to us in a great hurry. Now, at last, we have the chance to wipe out the monsters that have been lurking in the darkness! On my mark, the Tactical Mechs and Tactical Knights are mobilized! Max, Andalie, Fiala, it's time for you to serve your country! Destroy those demons at all costs!!!"
"Please wait, Your Honor."
Max blanched.
"There's something fishy about this ..."
"What's fishy?"
"Why did that soldier survive, and I think it's too strange that the other side, since they have the power to destroy a city, would leave them alive in the face of a squad of 100 men ..."
"What's so strange about that, Lord Marks."
An intelligence officer replied grimly .
"Anyone can make a mistake. Haven't you also made some mistakes before? There's nothing suspicious about this,..., or if you think it's a ploy, can't the three of you destroy these demons? According to the information, the Dark Lord has already lost a lot of his power, right? Now is a good opportunity to destroy the Five Yew Towers, there's no better opportunity than this!"
"That's right!"
Since the beginning of time,words of wisdom have always been the same everywhere.
The king gazes triumphantly at Max, who scowls and frowns.
Obviously, the control was no longer in his hands. The fact that the king got the information from the front line before he, the head of the central organization, showed that his power had been transferred, and under these circumstances, Max had no way to raise any objections. Because now, even if he raises an objection, it has no effect.
"Even if those cunning enemies are using a trick, they can't imagine that our Marco Kingdom has a final weapon that can rival the Five Yew Towers! In this battle, I'm going to use the 'Burning Hammer'!!!"
"That's not possible, Your Majesty! The Burning Hammer is still in the debugging stage, its safety has not been 100% verified, and if we reveal it too early, it will be recognized by the San Marino Empire ... "
"No need to talk about it!"
The king waved his hand violently, apparently no longer interested in listening to Max.
"If we can't get rid of these scoundrels, then our kingdom has no future at all!"
"But, that weapon is so powerful that if it is activated, even the city of Lorraine itself will be ..."
"My people will have no regrets about giving their lives for the glory of the Kingdom of Mark!"
After the king had said this coldly, he stood up and said that the whole matter was closed.
"Well, then, that's it. I'm here, waiting for your lordship's triumphant return!"
"... is..."
Victory?
Looking at the back of the king, who had turned to leave, Max suddenly felt as if he were a stranger.
Victory? Can we really win?
But there's no turning back.
He sighed helplessly, and then walked out of the council chamber. Looking at the young wizard, who welcomed him with trepidation, Max suddenly felt as if he didn't have much time left.
"Pass on His Majesty's orders..."
With a helpless sigh,he gave the order.
"Andalé, Fiala, gather at once at the Praetorium of the Forbidden City and prepare to strike."
It's okay.
Max consoled himself internally.
Of the three of them, only Max had always shown his face, while the rest of them, Andalie and Fiala, had always kept a very low profile, and no one knew that Marco's kingdom possessed not just one Chanting Envoy, but three. There are three.
Although these two, nominally, are not swim sing make ...
Let's hope for a win.
Max looked uneasily at the sky, which at the moment was cloudy, as if it were an omen of things to come.
Then the rain came down in torrents.