"Asar, the mother god who is merciful, please give your divine glory to believers who are in the dark..."

"The Son of Darkness will surely have nowhere to hide under your great light!"

...

"Look, the great Lord of Killing Kane! We are about to offer you the most noble blood and killing, please give me supreme power!"

...

The dark clouds enveloped the bright sky, and the terror-torn demon army that was facing the army seemed to have its own negative weather effects. They were roaring and screaming in strange shapes and were astonishingly powerful.

The elves of the First Corps were preparing for combat at their posts while chanting prayers in a low voice, hoping that the gods would give them their strength.

This is an era when the wind of magic is extremely full. What the caster often needs to worry about is not that the wind of magic is insufficient, but whether casting spells too frequently will cause mental loss and become the coordinates that attract subspace cracks.

God is also more active than later, and responds more frequently to elves who encounter danger. Most of the elves who pray are emitting a glimmer of light. The physical fatigue that was originally not recovered due to the rush and engineering was also swept away under the power of the divine.

And empty.

The miracle made the elves start to speak praises, and the chanting of the prayer became more pious. The elves, who were originally panicked because of the power of the demon army, gradually regained their calmness.

"God is watching us! Don't let them be ashamed of us!"

Some soldiers in the army who had deep faith and had a relatively high reputation among their followers began to temporarily serve as priests and priests.

Carter, who was sitting not far away, also noticed the landing of the miracle. He immediately became interested and began to look carefully. At the same time, Emilia and Carolina behind him weave their long hair into bunches of braids.

The battle is ready. In the eyes of the elves, the root of a warrior's strength is long hair. Therefore, even if Carter is not very used to long hair, he can only keep it in order to adapt to the customs. However, they need their help to themselves before each battle.

Braid your hair so that you won't be able to cover your sight during battle.

Although Carter's hair is long, it's not too outrageous. But how much hair of some elves in the army has grown? It's almost as big as the buttocks (both men and women have it), and it's not braided and stuffed into the helmet.

, it will definitely become a burden when fighting.

"Brother, you must be careful... The letters sent by your parents are proud and surprised that you are promoted so quickly, and they are also worried about your safety. I don't know when this battle will be fought..."

Emilia, who was standing by, nodded frequently to agree.

Listening to the concerns of the two people behind him, Carter didn't know how to reply. In such an era, if you don't work hard to improve your status and strength, it means leaving your destiny to others.

And something I discovered recently made him wonder how to face the two people behind him.

Although I had known that the social relationships of elves were quite open, one day when I was staying in the south of Nagares some time ago, I found that my theoretical biological sister was actually entangled with her girlfriend, and his human soul was thundered.

The outside is burnt and tender inside is not even the only one who doesn't even have the time to refine it that day.

But as the saying goes, "Life is hard to be confused." The elf society is like this. Even married couples may go out to try it out. Afterwards, they are the same as nothing, not to mention that Emilia is just a girlfriend, so Carter has to use it.

I am a 'lily party', and I just watched the scene of lilies blooming. This idea came from my own comfort and spent that difficult day.

But later he talked much less when he faced the two of them.

However, since he was in the important position, he had already talked much less, and the two women didn't realize anything was wrong.

Carter, who was only thirty years old and less than thirty-one, was loved by his subordinates because of his strength. When he came to the city wall wearing Star Fallen Armor and Dragon Flame Spear, the morale of the soldiers became even higher.

Before the enemy started the attack, the chef delivered the food to the frontline soldiers. It was just a little bacon and a kettle in a cereal bread. It was not much, but it could make the soldiers' stomachs a little bit of food and not eat too much.

It will not allow the elves to quickly consume their energy after the war begins, and then put their chests on their backs when they are hungry.

Fighting in the age of cold weapons is very physically exhausting.

Before everyone could finish eating, a tall demon walked out of the queue of the terror army, flapped his wings that were of unknown use, and walked towards the Star Fort one hoof at a time.

This is a pioneer of terror.

The pioneer of terror is the strongest bloodlever. Only those who have the ability to suppress hundreds of similar bloodlever can stand out and become the pioneer of terror. They are war machines, and they can slaughter the entire squad's enemies by their own strength. They are the most skillful.

The pioneers of terrorism with martial arts and pure brute force can only barely resist the most elite elves.

When it was more than 200 meters away from Star Fort, it stopped its steps, lowered its big horns, opened its big mouth and screamed with a sharp whistle.

Then he took out a string of something from his waist and threw it hard onto the city wall.

"Crack..."

The string of things thrown into the camp quickly attracted a slight cheer. Carter, standing on the wall, had to stick his head out and open the Sharingan to take a look. What happened.

What was thrown in was not a weapon, but five or six heads with hideous faces and were put in helmets. In order to humiliate the elves, the dead elves were even pulled out of their hair, and their heads were bare and messy.

"Hmph, that's all this trick?"

After ordering the soldiers to carefully put away the remains of the deceased (worrying that there is a virus or trapped), in order to boost morale, Carter was not polite, and directly took the heads of the fallen and demons used to receive rewards and shot them out with a crossbow.

Looking at the head that bounced to his side, the pioneer of terror was not even interested in watching it. He raised his huge hooves and slashed the heads of these losers to pieces, continued to roar arrogantly, and waved the ones in his hands.

Weapons. Although the language of both sides is not clear, the elves quickly understood that it wanted to fight one-on-one.

That is, the so-called duel in front of the formation.

"No, if any demon needs the commander to take action, what else do we have to do! Let me deal with this beast."

Carter, who originally wanted to take action himself, was interrupted by a business behind him. Bastildeon, fully armed in dragon armor, appeared behind Carter.

Looking at the Dragon Prince with a firm look, nodding to himself confidently. Carter, who was a little surprised, hesitated for a moment or agreed.

"His Excellency Bastilion, are you going alone?"

It was even more surprising to see that he didn't even plan to bring Carter with him, the most important partner of the Dragon Prince.

"Prince Kaledo Dragon only relies on the power of the dragon!"

Perhaps seeing Carter's doubts, he said this in a dissatisfied tone, and at the same time rode a "dragon horse" transported from Kaledo some time ago.

This is a special horse breed raised by the Kingdom of Caledo. Even the purebred horse cultivated by the Kingdom of Arion, who is good at raising horses, looks a bit small and exquisite in the face of this rare and powerful dragon horse. At the same time, the wealthy Kaledo Elf is very rich.

The Dragon Horse also has a full set of horse-drawn dragon armor, making it look majestic and has excellent armor.

Seeing an elf just coming out to fight, the terror pioneer shook his tongue and let out an excited roar.

Everyone knows that the Blood God loves blood and battles the most. Mortals use all means to slander the evil god, but they have to admit that the evil god's believer is the best prediction, and they say that if you fight with you alone, you will never go back on your word.

Only by fighting face to face to face can the Blood God be interested, and using obscene means such as sneak attacks will only make the Blood God disgusted.

When ordinary horses face such a terrifying and twisted demon, they were already scared to stand there and dare not move.

But Longma, who fought with Bastildeon, was not timid at all. Instead, he stared at the demon not far away with his big eyes. He kept releasing loud breaths from his nostrils, and the horse's hooves kept digging on the ground and lifting them up.

Flashes of dust after wave.

"Monster, I don't know your name nor do I want to know! Remember that the person who killed you today is named [Basidion], the Dragon Prince from Kaledo!"

The pioneer of terrorism a hundred meters away also made a series of unknown calls, as if he was telling his name, but it ended soon.

Both sides actually signed up for their names, and the next battle was to fight.

"ha!"

With his legs clamped, Longma immediately understood it, and the horse's hooves, which had been unable to hold back, immediately began to swing at full speed.

The distance of 100 meters was fleeting at full speed. Bastildeon's rifle aimed at the chest of the terror pioneer. Even if he rode a huge dragon horse, the height gap between the two was still a bit big, and it was flat.

In case, you can only attack the chest and abdomen.

The terror pioneer who stood still was not afraid of the elf heavy cavalry who charged at full speed. When the rifle was about to hit his chest, its arm was as fast as lightning. It swung a knife, and the serrated sword containing the power of chaos was relaxed.

He opened a full-speed charge rifle.

The rifle carved with magic runes even had cracks. Bastildeon continued to move forward without hesitation and quickly walked out of the counterattack range of the pioneer of terror.

Bastildeon, who had turned around for a circle, continued to drive the Dragon Horse under his crotch to rush towards the terror pioneer.

Seeing the elf not far away coming back to him, a hint of ridicule appeared on its hideous face, as if saying that such a trick was useless to him.

This time, he stopped staying in place, stepped heavily on the ground with his hooves, and rushed towards the Dragon Prince riding a horse.

Although it is not known for its speed, its strength is not slow even if it is just a terror pioneer.

If the Dragon Prince of Kaledo would do useless work twice in a row, it would be a joke. Before riding a rifle was about to be bounced away again, Bastildeon, who was riding on the dragon horse, stood on the horse's back, with his legs

He picked it up as soon as he tried his best. Even in the heavy armor, he still jumped up a few meters in the direction of the terror pioneer, and then used his inertia to attack the terror pioneer, while the dragon horse changed direction at the last moment to avoid

The end of being chopped into meat sauce.

"ah!"

All this happened in less than two seconds. When the terror pioneer reacted and raised the serrated sword to block it, the blue light had already reached its face. At the last moment, he had only had time to barely lower himself.

The big head tried to avoid this blow, but the gun head still hit the big horn on its head. The seemingly solid horn was cut open and fell to the ground, and Bastildeon also landed on the ground, lifting up

A burst of smoke and dust disappeared.

"roar!!"

The terror vanguard, whose big horn was cut off, screamed angrily, and realized that he had underestimated the enemy. He continued to bend down and use his big head that had a missing horn to face the direction where the Dragon Prince fell. His empty left hand began to gather green.

The evil energy formed a missile composed of chaotic energy. When the smoke and dust dissipated, the terror pioneer threw out the chaotic missile in his hand without hesitation.

The Dragon Prince leaned his figure to the left, then raised the shield of his left hand, facing the magic missile at a large angle, and a faint light appeared on the shield carved with dragon language and magic runes, touching the magic

The missile bounced it away in an instant and landed behind a hundred meters away.

"boom!!"
To be continued...