The Game Difficulty
Is Insane
Ovenue Fortress.
This place, the strongest defensive point of the Warsworths on the northern front, was now overflowing with the thrill of victory.
“Waaaaah!”
“Our army won!”
Watching the retreating demon army, they shouted with heated cheers.
Once, the army was pitifully small, barely over a thousand, made up of the Grey Wolf Knights and ordinary conscripts gathered together. Now, their numbers had more than doubled.
“Khahaha! Our coordination is perfect, so there’s nothing to worry about!”
The captain of the Grey Wolf Knights, Jaber Lemarck, laughed so loudly that it seemed he could tear the sky apart.
Next to him, a priest with a sharp presence, Nelfus Lusilion, nodded in agreement.
“I agree. With the Grey Wolf Knights of Warsworth standing firmly in the front lines, there is nothing to fear.”
“Krhh. And also because the famous Battle Priests of Veronia are covering our rear, isn’t that right?”
The Grey Wolf Knights of Ovenue and the Battle Priests of Veronia. Due to political reasons between their families, these two elite forces had never historically stood on the same battlefield—until today. And their combined power was truly astonishing.
The Grey Wolf Knights fought bravely against the enemy, and the Battle Priests of Veronia supported them with all kinds of miracles from the rear. The vanguard of the Demon King’s army, which once filled the field, was ultimately annihilated.
“Hahaha. Don’t flatter me too much, Sir Jaber. All we did was simply make use of the overflowing supply of Holy Power Stones.”
Nelfus quietly smiled and scanned the walls of Ovenue Fortress.
Transparent crystals were installed at regular intervals on the walls, surrounded by a dozen battle priests.
It was the Holy Power Stones, firing overwhelming holy energy, that Nelfus considered the true hero of this skirmish.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Then, the commander who supplied the massive amount of Holy Power Stones approached Jaber and Nelfus with a bright expression.
A practical armor perfectly suited for battle, with a pure white cape over it. And beautiful ash-gray hair fluttering in the wind made Jaber lift the corner of his mouth slightly. He placed his fist on his breastplate in knightly respect.
“As the shield of Warsworth, it’s only natural to do what I must, My Lord.”
“Please refrain from that title, Sir Jaber. I’m still acting as the family head.”
“You will officially take the family head position next month. One now or then, what difference does it make?”
“Still…”
Jaber scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Tris Warsworth smiled gently and looked at Nelfus.
“It must have been a difficult decision, but thank you for fighting for Warsworth.”
“I am merely fulfilling the promise the Veronia family head made to Warsworth.”
Lord Willoden Veronia. He had promised, in a contract with Glen, to send Veronia Battle Priests to Warsworth.
“…Hmm. It’s regrettable for Lord Veronia.”
He had been accused of secretly supporting the Black Church and was sent to the capital by the Inquisition.
“No, it’s fine, Tris. He’s only receiving the punishment he deserves. Rather, it’s troubling that he failed to realize things even when he was nearby.”
Tris comforted Nelfus, who smiled bitterly while chewing on his guilt.
“Surely, Veronia will develop into a better territory. Once the war ends, Warsworth will help.”
“Thank you. By the way, I was surprised. I had heard that Ovenue Fortress is a natural stronghold, but I never imagined it would be this solid.”
“Ah.”
Tris smiled faintly.
“It’s all thanks to Glen.”
In Tris’ memory, Ovenue Fortress had indeed been strong. The walls were high and tight, the patrolling guards’ eyes sharp as hawks, and the Grey Wolf Knights never neglected their training.
But when she had arrived with the main army a few days ago, Ovenue was far stronger than she remembered.
Not only the mercury equipment, but the morale of the Grey Wolf Knights was completely different from those who had experienced tough battles.
Every element now in Ovenue reflected Glen’s actions and touch.
Early on, Glen listened to the voice of God, foresaw the situation, and made the Grey Wolf Knights and Ovenue stronger.
He had also obtained support from Veronia to ensure his absence would not affect matters.
Today’s perfect victory was truly a gift from Glen.
“Thank you.”
Tris realized she might not see him again, officially recognized as the Third Saint.
So she decided to protect this beloved land as a gift left by her last living family.
“The vanguard is still out there.”
The fight against the main force of the Demon King’s Fifth Legion was only just beginning.
Kwa-deuk—
The large piece of meat he was holding crushed completely with the bone.
But the messenger froze, more from the beast-like eyes staring at him than from the sheer crushing force.
“What did you say?”
A low, rough voice rumbled.
“…Th-That is…”
“Hey, you. I hate stuttering. So speak clearly.”
“…Yes! The vanguard was annihilated by the human defenders. Commander Antares was killed on site…”
“Enough. That’s it. Now leave.”
“…Yes?”
The messenger, confused, felt the beast-like blue eyes glare at him with deadly focus.
“Leave. Don’t you see me eating?”
“B-But, Legion Commander! The vanguard of 20,000, including the undead, was annihilated just at the forward outpost!”
“So? You want me to do what? Is it my fault that weaklings, unable to hunt humans, were wiped out?”
“….”
The messenger was flustered. Such a response from a Legion commander was absurd.
“At least… do something… a countermeasure…”
“Hah… this idiot, really…”
Kwaaaang—Jjaeng-gang!
A fist smashed on the table, sending food flying everywhere.
“C-Commander?!”
“Hey.”
The man stepped over the destroyed table and scattered food. Standing straight, he was so tall that the messenger had to bend his neck. His wild red hair like beast fur, and powerful muscles stood out.
Like facing a huge predator, the messenger froze.
“You. You probably don’t know because you’re not in my legion… Listen. Here, dying on the battlefield is a blessing. Understand?”
The world of Kasim and the Fifth Legion hunts the strong until death. If the vanguard was destroyed by the enemy, they were simply weak prey, not the hunters.
“Whether the vanguard dies or not, the main force will advance, and any humans in sight will be hunted. That’s all. I don’t know what the previous legion did, but if I hear another useless word, I’ll crush your skull. Got it?”
Covered by the large shadow of the commander, the messenger nodded repeatedly.
“Yes… Yes…!”
“Go.”
