When the [Infallible Diffindor] lands, the outcome of this war has been decided.
In front of the fluttering Mist's War Flag, in front of the loyal Knight who has transcended the river of time, when the horn to charge is blown, the massive Demon Army is nothing in front of me.
I have always believed that in front of the fluttering Mist's War Flag, no matter if it is the Demons or Devils from the Lower Plane, or the Angels and Valkyrie from the Upper Plane, none of them will be able to stop the charge of my army. We will be invincible in the world.
Camisia, who was clearing the path for me, has already recovered to his peak. Beneath his gigantic war helmet are muscles. Stepping on flames, he is charging with all his might. The two 4-meter long Dragon Spears are his arrowheads.
How many years has it been? As my strongest Knight, he has always stood at the frontlines of the army.
Regardless of whether it is the powerful Berserker Demon or the gigantic Demon Hunter Spider, they are as weak as little chicks in front of him, who was born with godly strength. Just a slight graze would cause the heavy Gold Essence Dragon Spear that normal people wouldn't be able to lift. He can easily lift two of them.
In the past, this super vanguard would be unable to stop once he started charging. His only weakness was that his mount was too heavy and easily exhausted. But today, his undead mount had also stepped into the realm of heroic spirits. His fearless charge would no longer be stopped.
On his right, the young Carlos, who is known as the 'Most Useless Knight', is raising his shield high, blocking arrows and magic for him. At this moment, he is the whetstone that ensures the sharpness of the arrowhead of this charge.
'Moving City Walls' is the title that the young Knight is proud of. In terms of the skills of a Shield Bearer, Carlos is still the best in the entire Royal Knight Group. Even when this noble soul is stuffed into the body of an ugly Abomination Undead, this tall young man is still silently using his body to block arrows and magic for his comrades.
Even if he isn't skilled in offensive martial arts and magic, if there is really someone who looks down on him because he isn't skilled in offense, then he can buy a coffin. That is because those comrades who were saved by Lucas would unhesitatingly use their lives to protect the honor of the young Knight!
But seeing how the brown-haired boy easily blocked the magic and arrows, it seemed that he, who had regained the right to use the shield, was stronger than before!
On the left of Camisia is old Sir Ferdinand. He is the Swordsmanship instructor for me and Cavendish, the representative of the strongest Swordsmanship in the Royal Knight Order. Furthermore, he is the father and teacher of the Great Sword Saint Ferdinand.
The old general's silver hair was grizzled white. Facing the demon army in front of him, he didn't even use the sword technique he was most proficient in. He raised the silver bow on his back and fired. Squinting his eyes, he controlled the bowstring and shot six arrows at once. None of the demon officers he had chosen had survived.
Regardless of strength or prestige, he is definitely the most qualified Knight to answer my call, but …
"Venerable old Sir Ferdinand, are you still blaming yourself for not accomplishing your task? Please don't blame yourself. This really isn't your fault. No one could have expected that you, the Undefeated Knight, would exhaust your life force and die on the way to accomplishing your mission. Perhaps, it's all my fault. If I had known that you, the one who drank 3 bowls of strong liquor before leaving, were forcing a smile on your body that was nearing the end of your lifespan, I wouldn't have sent you, who had already retired, into battle to carry out this mission that is destined to fail. "
At this moment, the old general seems to have endless fighting spirit waiting to be unleashed. As a light armored Knight with weak defense, he would always charge forward carelessly. If the Demons thought that they could make use of this opportunity to kill him, this old Sword Saint would use his sharp sword to impart the old saying that ginger is still spicier with age.
The female Holy Knight behind Camisia, Lani and Fanderk, are a pair of siblings. However, they are constantly spreading Holy Light. The pure halo of Holy Light sweeps across the battlefield, healing their comrades and bringing about cleansing and destruction to the Demons.
The 'City Wall Destroyer' Lucas who wields a siege hammer, the Knight of the Long Wind Slance who wields a spear as swift as the wind, the Great Sword Saint Fayde who is practically a sword saint from another world, the Tyrant of Plague Kakana who throws alchemy reagents all over the place, and the last Dragon Knight Timier … Amidst the impassioned beating of the drums, countless Legend-ranked Knight gather under the Mist's War Flag. These brave warriors who have experienced countless battles view the battlefield as a joyous banquet, laughing as they fearlessly charge forward.
"Mist's War Flag? Spirit of Mist? What is that? Ridiculous. "
When I was young, I thought of myself as the main character of the Heavenly Mandate. How could I see the inferior Knight Spirit of the aboriginals? Faced with me who spouted nonsense, my father only patted my shoulder and said, "You are the descendant of Mist, you will understand."
When the 12-year-old me was urgently summoned back from the Templar Headquarters to lead the army, I thought that I would become a puppet general. After all, I spent most of my time training as a Holy Knight in the Templar Headquarters. Furthermore, the relationship between the Holy Church and the Mist Kingdom isn't good. Furthermore, how could a 12-year-old me convince the masses?
But in the end, be it the old generals or the young and energetic genius Knight, all of them are completely obedient to my commands. Even if I make an occasional mistake, they would secretly make up for it. Furthermore, during the war, they continuously impart their best skills and various kinds of battle experience to me.
"As expected of the descendant of Mist." Every time I achieve something or lead a victory, they would say so gleefully, as though it was their own pride. And if I make a wrong judgment due to my lack of experience, they would say, "You are already doing well enough at your age." Using the love an elder has for a descendant, they would forgive me. Then, without any hesitation, they would use their blood, sweat, and even their lives to make up for the losses caused by my mistakes.
Using one's life in exchange for growth is invaluable. Facing these adorable people, how can I not grow up quickly?
"As expected of the descendant of Mist." Slowly, this sentence of praise that made me feel uncomfortable became my greatest glory!
The Mist Kingdom is constantly at war with the foreign tribes. This place is far away from the luxurious Central Plains. Although there are precious and rare minerals here, they have to be exchanged for all kinds of rations. Half of the year, the land is sealed in ice. No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like a good place.
But for thousands of years, these adorable soldiers and civilians have wholeheartedly placed their trust in the descendants of the royal family, the Mist descendants, who protect this barren land. And the Mist royalty repaid their trust with fairness and sacrifice. Every generation, the princes would serve as generals, and every generation of the royalty would take pride in dying on the battlefield.
I finally understand what the Spirit of Mist is. It isn't some high and mighty doctrine. It is the mist in the valley, an invisible but tangible existence. It is like the fortress on the war flag that is on the verge of collapse in the raging winds. It is the last defense in a desperate situation!
"You are the descendant of Mist, you will understand."
Hah, indeed, father, I understand. I really didn't expect that I would understand it so quickly.
At this moment, we are still on the battlefield filled with ice and fire, and the Mist war flag is still fluttering in the wind. But our battle has yet to end.
"I am the last descendant of the Mist, a pitiful worm who is unable to even protect his own country and citizens. I admit that we are just a bunch of lonely ghosts, a defeated army that yearns for the human world, but …"
"We are indeed the dead, but we are unwilling to die like this! We are indeed a defeated army, but we are unwilling to wallow in the past! There are still too many injustices and tragedies in this world! How can we close our eyes and sleep? Our bodies have yet to rot, our arms are still able to wield weapons. We will mount our horses and charge forward, continuing our crusade against the ambitious tyrants who create war and chaos! "
The shouts of the Knights are the conviction that led them to become Undead, the conviction that led them to enter the Valkyrie.
Under the fluttering Mist war flag, when I raise the Roland Sacred Sword and point it forward, the Knights use their faith and bravery to repay my trust.
"Charge!"
As dutiful cannon fodder, under the command of their master, the bloodthirsty Beastman soldiers block in front of us. But right after that, they are like a praying mantis trying to stop a carriage, forcefully pushed over.
The one who was beheaded by old Ferdiand in the midst of the chaos, isn't it the Beastman Emperor who never regrets? He wasn't even stopped for a second.
Perhaps, to an ambitious person who casually tramples on the lives of others for his own desires, a worthless death is the most suitable punishment.
When the gigantic Ancient Hell Dragon is forcefully commanded by its master to block the charge, this familiar giant Dragon has already met her destined opponent.
"Molly, you're so embarrassing!"
Before she could dive down to rescue her, the suddenly descending Ein Mezus pounces on her, sending her tumbling in midair.
That's right, this Inferno Dragon was the former Dragon Queen Molly. Due to that unexpected war, she survived as a sacrifice. Then, facing the Demon Earl, she chose to transform into a Demon Dragon without any dignity — Inferno Dragon.
The two Ancient Dragons are tearing at each other and roaring furiously in midair. The Inferno Dragon's physical strength is obviously much stronger than the Giant Dragons of the Main Plane. However, the one who has the complete advantage is the smaller and younger Ein Mezus.
"Where is the dignity of the Dragons that you speak of? Have you eaten them all? I can't bear to see such an ugly sight! Die! "
The infuriated Ein Mezus gives up on the last bit of mercy and hope in her heart. For the first time in her history, she mercilessly attacks Molly.
Ein Mezus, the dual-element master, displayed her deep understanding of magic. She didn't need to chant any incantations or make any hand gestures. The Dragon Tribe's bloodline was filled with magic. She only needed to flap her wings and focus her gaze. Wind and fire magic was formed continuously.
While the wind increases her speed, it also interferes with Molly's flight. On the other hand, the fire is ever-changing. Sometimes, it turns into smoke to block one's vision, and sometimes, it suddenly explodes in front of the opponent's eyes, shattering their scales. Every attack of Ein Mezus carries elemental damage.
The more she fights, the colder her heart becomes, and she realizes that she has no chance of winning. Thus, her opportunistic attitude kicks in once again. Without any hesitation, she abandons the boss she just acknowledged and flees without any hesitation.
The rapid retreat of the 2 former Autarchs caused a ripple in the battle, and the Demon army was pushed back by the charge of the Einherjars. Not far away, the battle between the 100-meter tall Demon and Adam was right in front of them, and victory was right in front of them.
As long as we get rid of the Demon Army Leader who is the summoner, these low-tier Demons will naturally be banished back to the Bottomless Abyss.
The war-loving Demons cherish their own lives. In the face of the unstoppable assault, they have already started to disperse.
But before we arrive, a gigantic figure is the first to be unable to restrain its rage.
That gigantic black figure jumps up fiercely. Even though it is a 60-70-meter tall giant beast, it should be slow and sluggish. Instead, it is as agile as a cheetah. It leaps past the few Flame Balors who are acting as guards and collides violently with the gigantic Demon Count.
That is the Red Hunting Hounds' Army Leader, Demonic Void Hound Bastian!
The demon lord that was as huge as a mountain landed on all fours, and its upper limbs were demon halberds. Its upper body was a bit like a sheep, and its lower body looked like an incomparably huge lizard. And Bastet, who was biting with his three heads, directly bit off one of his arms!
"AHHHH! Filthy worm!! "
The gigantic Three-headed Hellhound Bastian. In our Knight Order, the position of this Army Leader is never that of a Knight. It is a War Beast and Siege Machine!
Usually, when the vanguard tore apart the enemy's formation, this gigantic black War Beast would jump into the enemy's formation and start to create fatal chaos. Then, the crack would be completely torn apart, becoming an irreparable fatal wound.
The reason why it is described as gigantic and not as a number is because its size is never fixed.
The middle head of Bastian is the incarnation of rage. It doesn't have a name and doesn't have any rationality. However, it is responsible for using its claws and teeth to tear its opponents apart. When its rage reaches its peak, it would grow even larger due to its rage. To a War Beast, a larger size represents an irresistible power!
Just like how rage is endless, as long as Bastian reverts to his original form and enters the battlefield, as the battle progresses, his rage and enlargement would be endless. There was once a time where after a bitter battle of 2 days and 2 nights, the Primordial Gold Dragon who once suppressed our army was trampled to death by the enraged Bastian! Not to mention how many times he destroyed the city walls and gates with his stomp.
Usually, he would split into 2 different bodies and maintain his main consciousness in the pitiful form of a Skeleton Dog just to suppress his boundless rage.
If that was the case, he wouldn't be the boss of the Four Heavenly Kings, my most trusted and strongest general.
The head in the middle, which acted purely on instinct, would only listen to the commands of the other two heads. The head on the left was the usual Ah Bao (sub-consciousness), whose gentle voice carried the command of death. The head on the right was Bastian's main consciousness. Bastian, who had a wide field of vision, would let out angry roars from time to time, directing the movements of the entire army.
According to the legends, the Three-headed Hellhound is the gatekeeper of the Hades. I have only designed a single ability for this Lord of Rage — Soul World Hell Gate.
The Three-headed Hellhound roars at the same time and the illusory image of the Hell Gate flickers behind them. When Ah Bao opens the left gate, an Undead ally who had just died in battle and whose soul is still intact will be revived. When Bastian opens the right gate, the aura of death will surge out and the lives in the surroundings will swiftly die.
Of course, there is a price to pay for reviving. When the right gate brings away 10, only the left gate brings back one. When both gates are opened at the same time, endless destruction will follow.
At this moment, Bastian has already charged into the midst of the Demon army. In an instant, Adam who was using his Flame Wings to tangle with Kakajil is reduced to a spectator. When Bastian and Kakajil are engaged in a physical battle, the gate of Death is already opened. Endless aura of death rushes out from the Hades and Kakajil feels himself getting weaker and weaker. Even the Balor Demon who is strong enough to fight against a Dragon falls helplessly on the way to the rescue.
Perhaps, as the head of the Seven Deadly Sins, Bastian's individual fighting prowess isn't comparable to Gluttony's Ah Dang. However, if it is an army battle, Bastian who is the Reviver, Commander and War Machine is still my strongest general.
"If you can gang up on me, never fight one on one. This is indeed what I have said before and it is also the most basic strategy of war — Gathering the superior forces to take down the weaker forces of the enemy."
At this moment, when the arm holding the Hell Halberd and throat are bitten by Bastian and the God Sword of the man in the sky chases after the vitals of the Demon Lord, the lone Demon Noble is unable to move and is destined to become a living target of the army's assault.
In front of the absolute army formed by 24,620 Valkyrie, no matter how strong the individual strength of the Demon Noble is, he will only end up being crushed.
However, facing a hopeless situation, the furious Demon activates his talent that he can only use once a day.
"Soul Extraction Curse!"
That is a powerful curse created by the combination of a Demon Lord and the SemiGod Equipment 【Kakajil's Soul Burning Lamp】. The target that is attacked by this curse will be forcefully extracted from their soul body. How can the soul body that has escaped the protection of the physical body resist the attraction of the Soul Burning Lamp?
However, it is a pity that he chose the wrong target.
The gigantic finger points towards me and the black runes of the curse spread across his body like a spider web. However, in the next second, everything calms down.
Indeed, if the summoner of the Soul World were to die, the Soul World would disappear and the Royal Knight would be reduced to their original form as an Undead Knight. Thus, using his strongest talent to kill me in an instant is indeed the correct choice in terms of strategy.
However, even though I look like a living person, I am actually a dead person. Putting aside how to extract a soul from a dead person, even the River Styx who has the strongest ability to absorb and devour souls is unable to do anything to my soul, what does this SemiGod Equipment amount to?
"Charge!!"
The Emperor that they are loyal to is suddenly attacked, causing the Knights to be enraged. Even without my orders, they wouldn't stop their charge.
Under the buff of the Holy Light in a large area, the silver bow, carrying the Holy Light that is the nemesis of Demons, turns into a rain of arrows that covers the sky.
The tip of the arrow is filled with the nemesis of Demons, the Power of Holy Light. Like a corrosive poison that targets living beings, the wound that it touches expands rapidly. The area around the wound starts to blister and explode. Perhaps, it might not be able to deal much damage to the gigantic Demon Count, but it is definitely painful.
"AHHHHHH! Darned little worm!! " The Demon Count flies into a rage and flings the gigantic Bastet into the air. His remaining hand continues to summon destructive Forbidden Spell.
However, my Knights won't sit idly by and watch as the Demon Count displays his might.
When the Valkyrie Mages start to display their might, countless magic counters forcefully cause the Demon Count's Fire Meteor Rain Forbidden Spell to fail time and time again. In the end, it turns into a small flame in the palm of his hand.
This is the helplessness of a Great Mage who doesn't have a meat shield. Facing the magic suppression of a group of Mages, to be able to release a small flame shows that his foundations are strong enough.
When Camisia first smashes a terrifying hole in the tower-like leg, the Knights are like a group of man-eating ants that devour a giant, creating terrifying wounds on the body of the Demon Count.
When Adam takes the opportunity to cast the Blessing of the Phoenix into Kakajil's eyes, causing him to wail in agony and turning him into a one-eyed dragon, Bastet grows stronger once again and presses Kakajil to the ground. At this moment, everyone knows that the powerful Demon Count is finished.
It can't be said that Kakajil isn't strong, but this is a war and not a duel. No matter how strong an individual is, there is a limit to it.
He rolls on the ground in pain and uses the Demon War Halberd to hit the 'little worm' on his body. However, this is no different from suicide. The corrosive blood of the Demon flows out continuously and due to the excessive corrosion, the surrounding land starts to turn into scorched earth.
Very quickly, when his head is chopped off, the Demon Count Kakajil finally falls and his humongous body starts to turn into dust.
This time, he descended with his true body. Even if he can revive, he has to start from the lowest tier of Inferior Demons. Following the fall of the summoner, the Demons disappear one by one. They are banished back to their own Dimension.
This time, they didn't manage to harvest many souls. After the exhaustion of going back and forth, the losses can't be recovered even after a few hundred years.
"Victory!!"
When the horn that represents victory is blown, not only on the battlefield, even Sulfur Mountain City not too far away is filled with a sea of joy. Regardless of whether they knew each other before or not, the citizens hugged each other and gave their blessings, celebrating their survival from the calamity!
But, my troubles have just started.
"Clang!"
The crimson God Sword and the silver Sacred Sword clashes fiercely against each other. Even though it is their Lord who was attacked, the Valkyrie Knights look on as though they are watching a show. Some of them even start to make bets while giggling. They are just short of taking out their stools and melon seeds to watch the battle.
Adam's foolish face is right in front of them. The angry roar that is squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth is filled with deep resentment.
"Roland, no, Brother Rolo, perhaps, it is time for us to settle our old debts!"
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