Eckert raised his sword and dropped it, and the blood of the kingdom's soldiers stained the ground on the city wall red.
There is no fear at all. Although it is not killing defenseless people, it is still depriving the lives of its own people. Maybe there is a high-sounding reason for this war, but Eckert can't tell it because——
The knife was bounced away. It was the archangel holding a flaming sword. The temple army?
Eckert was not a witness, but he should have been a companion in the past.
There is more than one angel, the number is increasing, and the number of companions around him has begun to decrease. Now he is almost only fighting to protect himself and his companions.
Why didn't he appear before the city gate was breached?
Are there only these thirty or so? Indeed, this number is more suitable for killing enemy generals.
If there are only thirty of them, considering their ability to fly and the inability to deal physical damage, if you want to confront them head-on, you have to use martial arts continuously to kill them regardless of consumption, but you also have to consider where to hide and control the magic caster who can control them.
Attack, calculated in this way, there is still a good chance of winning by sacrificing some people, although it is a pity that the knights who cannot use martial arts and magic attacks must be used as human shields to attract firepower.
"Hey, Ector, you look very bad!" Allen actually jumped up from the edge of the city wall and knocked down an archangel with one blow.
"Why did you come up here?"
"I just felt the fighting above. The floor below was too far from the stairs, so I climbed up from the window below, haha."
"Who asked you this...forget it, the more combat power the better anyway, come on!"
"Oh, these guys seem to be more durable than the people below." Allen looked at the archangel who was knocked down by him and flew up again, becoming more vigilant. "You can have a good time."
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On the fifteenth day of the war, at noon, the Dragon Kingdom—
Drotilon was sitting on his throne, reading the declaration of war presented by the envoys of the Bahas Empire and the representatives of the Fairy Temple, and occasionally discussing a few words with the prime ministers around him.
Naturally, the declaration of war cannot be a declaration against the Dragon Kingdom, but a declaration in response to the aggressive war launched by the Kingdom of Ri Yestije.
When a war breaks out between countries, it is very important to win over or confirm the attitudes of neighboring countries.
Although the war has already begun, because the communication magic in this world has not been fully popularized, and there are no convenient things such as telephones and the Internet, it is not surprising if it is later, even if it is just for people who want to wait and see the situation in order to take advantage of the situation.
Countries that take the helm or improvise are just looking for a reason.
"Both the Holy Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom have officially supported the Empire. Can this be verified?" Drotilon looked at the document closer, somewhat confused.
Her current appearance is that of a girl, but she pretends to be an older lolita just to compromise the interests of the public. In fact, she is quite young and has seen the national seals of the Holy Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom decades ago.
Why are the seals on it so subtly different when viewed horizontally and vertically? It’s like it was reprinted from another place. Doesn’t matter whether those two countries really support the empire? But if you express your attitude on the fake document, that’s not the case.
It's something you can get through with a smile.
"Without a doubt? The national seal above is genuine? Your Majesty." The imperial envoy felt a little insulted.
The prime minister of the Dragon Kingdom said: "Your Majesty, is it possible that it has been re-engraved? The national seal and your Majesty have different life spans? It is not an eternal thing."
"Well, is this really possible? Do you know anything?" Drodiron asked the messenger, looking at the black-haired elf in a blue dress.
You'd be hard-pressed to ask that kind of young human, but in terms of officialdom and the temple, the exchanges between the goblins and the dwarves have always been much closer than those between the empire and the dwarves.
"Well, that's right." Star nodded slightly. "The national seal of the Holy Kingdom was lost during the demonic turmoil of the Eight Desire Kings? During the transfer of the royal family; the Dwarf Kingdom is a country that likes to promote its smelting and forging technology.
The national seal uses forging technology, so as long as the smelting and forging technology improves, they will re-forge the national seal. So, can your majesty give you an answer?"
"I understand? You go down first. I will reply as soon as possible." Drautilon said.
She didn’t plan to directly involve the country in the war. Let’s take a look at the situation first. Depending on the situation, even if she supports the empire, the method of support will be different. Generally speaking, if she responds with a formal document from the country, she will have to wait for a while.
to two weeks.
The corner of the imperial envoy's mouth rose slightly for a moment, but he quickly recovered and said, "Your Majesty, please hurry up, otherwise the war may be over."
"ah?"
This surprised Drodiron and the chancellor.
"What exactly did you do? You couldn't do the indiscriminate magic bombing like our Majesty once did to the orcs, right?" the prime minister said sternly.
If it is a racial war that is like a natural enemy in the biological chain, it is okay to do this. If countries with a close relationship within the race are fighting each other to this extent, it will be very problematic.
"No, the empire cannot do this." The minister reminded.
Star glanced at the eyes that were falling on him and said speechlessly: "Don't look at me. The Fairy Temple has no intention of participating in the war until the enemy uses the power of high-level angels."
"A high-level angel?" This made Drotilon realize, "Is it possible that the Theocracy, a country that absolutely cannot tolerate any intelligent creatures other than the human race, will intervene? Then... you go down first. I will reply within today.
you."
After the imperial envoy and Star exited the Dragon Girl's palace, and on their way back to their residence, the imperial envoy asked puzzledly: "Lord Safia, why did the high-ranking angel make Her Majesty the Queen's attitude change so quickly?"
"Your Majesty the Messenger, in your knowledge, what is a high-level angel?" Star cast a disdainful glance.
"Isn't it said to be the main angel dispatched by the Theocracy during the Demon God Rebellion? To that extent, whether it is in front of Lord Paradine, the most powerful magic caster in our empire, or if you are among the top five Templars, you can do it
Let's deal with it." The imperial envoy thought so.
"That's not right." Star shook his finger, "There's nothing we can do about it. Imperial people who can't enter the Empire's Ministry of Magic to learn more advanced magic can only know this much. The highest-level angel is Seraph, and his strength is about
It is now that Drotilon, who once easily destroyed two armies of orcs, can barely escape with his life. Although it is unlikely to happen, the higher beings among the Seraphs, even the Six Great Gods and the Eight Desire Kings,
, or our God. If we don’t use our full strength, we may lose.”