The World of Masks

Blood spills out in search of parts of the body scattered here and there and there. The thick pigrinna spreading around was making the scene even more disgusting and terrifying.

Lardass!

Chloe swipes her sword lightly. The blood that was buried was spilled. I looked around. The strong knights are rolling around like crushed garbage.

"Amazing!"

Chloe looks at her hands in awe. Objectively, the enemy's skills were not bad. Those were the faces I should have been prepared to die on and stick to. But what about now? It was harder than trampling a passing ant, but the difference between them and Chloe's level was that they could think about it in the first place. Kloer understood the strength of the dark knights.

It was the screams that came from the plains that awoke Chloe for a moment.

Oops!

Chloe makes a rash move. It was nice to bump into a rich supper on the way down the mountain, but I couldn't give up on the other prey in the plains. The later you're late, the less Chloe's share is.

You can't do that! '

I had to go down to the plains and kill one more. I tightened my legs again, holding on to the urgent heart.

After Chloe's disappearance, only the duc, who wielded powerful power after the king, and the bodies of elite knights who boasted of the highest elites in each country, rolled around in loneliness.

* * *

The Confederate soldier who was handed over to the Duke was Earl Sinjac. He was one of the obvious masters who, though not as much as the duc's mission, confidently led his team and with excellent strategy and command, had a shining victory.

But even so, I didn't think of a way to overcome this situation.

"Your left wing is critical, my lord!"

"I know. You can see it."

"Then the countermeasures!"

The deputy's urgent remarks turn his head and look at the problematic left wing. It was only a matter of time before the fully crushed foam collapsed. I wanted to save it like a chimney.

"You don't have a hand."

The reserve troops were already spent in the old evening, and there was no room to send reinforcements from the other front. The muscles held together as if they were about to collapse. The knights were already on the battlefield, or the duc had dragged them all up the mountain for the Special Forces. There really wasn't much left.

"You're already defending yourself by restraining your attacks and putting progress first."

The whole point was to fight for it. Come now, the field commanders will be doing so without giving new orders. The problem is that even though the turtle took a tactic as defensively as a backpack, there was already a place where it collapsed.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Do you want to give the order?"

The Viceroy closes his eyes and says to the deputy's question.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Sacrifice yourself to keep the current situation safe."

It was an order I really hated, but now the Grand Duke can only say that. A command, not a command. The feeling of helplessness wrapped around my body.

'There's no other way.'

Now I really want the Duke to succeed. The monarch stares at the mountain with a longing eye.

"Hooray, my lord!"

The sound of breaking his mind pierces the Earl's ears. The impression was written unconsciously. It was only bad things to call yourself urgently in this situation. No, there was one vision that the duc had succeeded, but the undead seemed to be on the move, so it was hard to anticipate the possibility.

"What's going on?"

I stared at the messenger who rushed forward urgently. I know it wasn't his fault, but I had no choice but to look polite. But the messenger didn't notice that. I couldn't even afford it.

"Rain, the magic of light has stopped!"

"Huh?"

The baron tilts his head.

"You mean the lives of the gods are already depleted. Nonsense. They must be able to wield powerful magic much more efficiently than normal wizards. And if so, bring the blessings of the gods in preparation for such times."

The Marquis's face, which seems to be talking nonsense, suddenly distorts in horror. You're in command, Nabal, and you let everyone go, and then you start running to where the priests are. After that, only a few escorts and messengers were left behind.

Given the specialty, the wizards and priests who could not run fast were not moving, but were only in charge of back-up firepower. So their damage was not that great. After the battle began again, you continued to use magic to act in charge of the Alliance's most powerful firepower. One of them, I sat down with my hands hanging low.

The mogul turns his head. I saw the High Septon responsible for the High Septon. The baron quickly approaches him.

"What happened?!"

I asked nervously. I just wanted you to tell me that, using all my life force, I'm a little tired, I'm exhausted. The High Septon turns to the Marquis. His pale face was revealed. I wanted to avoid reality, but it seemed like the situation was the worst.

"The magic of light does not trigger."

Gurgle!

I almost sat down for a moment. I barely got to my knees. You look around. You see the wizards still casting their magic beside the helpless synagogues. But there were fears that couldn't be hidden in their faces. They were aware of the situation. It was one of the stories about the Demon King that my sister came in from her parents' generation.

"The magic of light is sealed!"

The High Septon groaned. A passage resounded around me with despair and sorrow. The baron bites his teeth.

'The Demon King's · · · · · · · · · · Holy Sealing Ability!'

Although the Demon King earned the title of the Demon King for a number of reasons, it was not an exaggeration.

The land occupied by the Demon Lord and entered by the Demon King, however, was unable to use the magic of light itself. In the land they occupied, the Demon King is incredibly strong. It is sealed with the magic of light, one of the greatest weapons against them. And this phenomenon was the most powerful proof that the Demon King was resurrected.

"Couldn't stop · · · · · · · · · · · · · in the end."

The monarch is dumbfounded. I felt dizzy and dizzy. I wanted to sit down right now. But I gripped it. The Marquis's place now ruled the lives of countless soldiers. The baron raises his head.

"Deputy!"

"Four!"

"Prepare to retreat!"

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · Yes."

There was a long silence in the deputy's answer, but the prince didn't say much. The erl was also feeling frustrated by his feelings.

"This is it."

The High Septon, who was listening to the two conversations next to him, shakes his head. In my heart, I wanted to shout "No retreat," but the situation did not go so well.

If there was even 1% hope that the Demon King could be prevented from resurrecting, he would have foamed up his mouth and expressed his opposition. That's why the duc considered the special. But things are different now. Everything that had happened had already resurrected the Demon King. Strictly speaking, this operation was a failure. Any more battles will only force the lives of soldiers. I was being pushed away, but if I can even participate in the resurrected Demon King, it's a total annihilation. If only the Demon King could be killed, I would try to rip his head off if I had the chance. But there was no chance. There is no stopping the Demon King in the land where the sacred seal began. It was common sense.

"What would the duc do?"

When asked by the High Septon, the Grand Duke once again looks up at the mountain. Conflict in his eyes was young. I gripped my teeth.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · You can't help it. It's too bad we're waiting for him now. We have to pray that we get out of this somehow."

'If alive, but · · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

I only swallowed the back of my horse. But even the Supreme Septon was expecting it. I didn't think the Duke who was resurrected and raided the presumed stronghold would be alive.

The Marquis turns away. I had to go back to where I was and take command. When war has the most damage, it is when you retreat. We need to keep the soldiers calm, reforge, and remain calm. And.

'We have to elect the victims.'

The rest of the troops risked their lives to retreat safely and needed a death squad to bite their enemies. Of course, they were most likely unable to survive.

I can see the command moving in a split second. The retreat order seems to have been delivered. The prince takes a heavy step to weigh his life to clear up this mess.