In the past, humans occupied half of the continent of Zetland, and the western part of the Obigne Mountains was designated as a sphere of influence. The east of Obigne is dominated by demonic beasts, and it is an unknown territory for humans.

With the Phantom Knight as their main combat force, the humans drove out the demonic beasts all the way, and finally crossed the Obigne Mountains and began to march eastward. At first, the human race took advantage of the good situation and pursued the victory, but it didn't take long for it to stop. To the east of Obene is a vast forest area, the Sea of Erponia, where powerful magical beasts lurk deep in the forest that even hundreds of Phantom Knights cannot match, and the humans who have suffered huge losses have to retreat in front of the Great Sea of Trees.

At the foot of the Aubigne Mountains stretches out a plain that, if cultivated, could well become an agricultural area suitable for farming. Humanity watched this fertile land, but it could only stop at the area east of Eubigne, expand the territory in front of the Great Tree Sea, and establish a state, which is the origin of the Kingdom of Verrad, which continues to this day. In order to prevent the harassment of monsters, people built a wall on the eastern border, and built a fortress at the entrance and exit of the forest known as the "Demon Beast Street" (which is really a huge beast road!), and built a wall between the main fortresses. Since it is impossible to surround the entire border with walls from a physical point of view, it is impossible to prevent Warcraft from invading from a place far away from the streets of Warcraft, but the city wall still has a blocking effect on tricky large Warcraft. Thanks to the fruits of these efforts, the country is generally free of infighting, which can be said to be quite peaceful.

It was something that happened on a silent night.

Fortress of Bagley is one of the fortresses located on the border between the Sea of Erponia and the Kingdom of Virard. This place is far away from the streets of Warcraft, and even medium-sized Warcraft rarely appear, and it is a small fortress guarded by at most ten horsemen.

On that day, there was an unusually strange silence that felt something was wrong with the soldiers standing at the sentry. The stars twinkle in the night sky, and one or two howls of wild beasts can usually be heard in the forest at such times, but at this moment there is an unnatural silence all around, and you can't even feel the "breath" of the wild animals, as if all the animals in the forest have fled. It was an anomaly, but it wasn't really happening, so he just tilted his head and planned to continue his patrol.

The silence didn't last long, and in the distance there was a loud cracking sound of trees crushing one after another. Clearly, something was approaching here—it was clearly a monster. Without hesitation, the sentry blew the siren.

"What are you doing, there's a bastard monster in the middle of the night!?"

"This isn't a Warcraft street, so why are you going to come to a rural place like this?"

The emergency siren sounded, and the knights stationed in the fortress hurriedly got up. There was a commotion in the fortress at once, and everyone took their places on their backs. During this time, the sound of trees falling was constantly heard, and the crisis was imminent, and the riders on duty jumped on their phantom knights. This fortress is equipped with the standard body of the Kingdom of Verard, "Gadatoya". The intake of the Mana Converter was forcibly activated from its dormant state, and it resounded like the sound of the earth.

The Phantom Knight, who quickly confirmed the activation of the program and quickly reorganized his equipment, had just guarded the main entrance of the fortress when the thing that made a strange noise while crushing the trees to make a path appeared in its original form. The beast that appeared on the scene was like a moving hill or boulder, covered in an uneven carapace, like a sword mountain, and the protruding carapace had thick limbs and a head. If you want to give a similar-looking creature as an analogy, you might be able to describe it as a "turtle", but this turtle is more than 80 meters long and more than 50 meters high.

The sentry at the gates of the fortress was on guard, he had only seen the creature called the 'Tortoise', also known as Behemo, in books. It is characterized by its strong physical strength and durability, and is known as a moving fortress, making it the most difficult monster to deal with. In short, the greatest ability of a Warcraft with these characteristics is "strengthening". It is an overwhelming output of mana that enhances magic, supporting its massive body that is physically impossible to support, yet capable of moving at an agility beyond appearance, and boasting terrifying durability from the carapace to the bones to every body tissue. It is said that their ramming-based attack methods can even shatter city walls, and the "heart" that matches the massive body is enough to generate the huge magic power of more than a hundred Phantom Knights combined, with an inexhaustible tenacity, making it even more difficult to break down Bessemore's impregnable defenses. In short, this is Behemo, an impenetrable fortress beast with overwhelming defensive power.

"Confirm the type of Warcraft...... Be...... It's the Tortoise...... Beshimo!"

Before the riders could understand the sentry's screaming warning, Behemoth slammed the fortress's outer walls. I don't know what was going on in its head, but it actually ran directly into the fortress that stood in its way. Relying on his immense mass, and the proud hard carapace, Behemo turned into a living city-breaking hammer. The walls and gates made of stone and steel were shattered in a fragile manner, and the debris swept around them like a mudslide, and the sight made the heads of the cavalry drill blank in an instant.

Hearing the sentry's report, and seeing the city walls breached, the faces of the riders grew with astonishment and fear. Who would have predicted that in such a remote fortress far away from the streets of Warcraft and where there are few large Warcraft, there would be division-level Warcraft? As the name suggests, it is said that it would take a division (about 300) Phantom Knights to defeat it. However, the Phantom Knights deployed in this fortress only have one squadron (nine), plus the combat power of the captain aircraft for a total of ten. Although this scale is enough to expel a dueling-level demonic beast (the combat power is equivalent to that of a phantom knight), the difference in combat power is still too great to defeat a division-level demonic beast.

Now, standing up for the battle is already suicidal. Even so, the riders did not back down. They had no way of knowing why the Behemo was heading straight for the kingdom of Villerad, but the knights didn't even dare to imagine the disaster they would have caused if they hadn't informed the country of such a serious situation before Besimour continued to advance. Judging from the current combat power of Fortress Bagley, even if the sky falls, it is impossible to defeat Behemo. Still, at least it will take a little time, or maybe you can find the weakness of Warcraft. They were so determined to face the beast.

Behemoth rode the momentum of the ram and further broke the rampart, invading the interior of the fortress. The roar of an explosion whipped up a puff of dust that shook the entire fortress.

Waiting for the opportunistic move, the Gadatoya troops held the Flame Cavalry Rifle in their magic armor and pointed the tip at Behemo. The knights injected their magic into weapons that resembled shape-shifting spears, and the built-in heraldic spells created magical phenomena. The tactical-level magic formed by the magic forms and magic output that humans alone could not achieve began to activate, and huge fire bullets shot out from the tip of the rifle one after another, directly hitting the demonic beast, and sending out an explosion that shook the surrounding area, causing a fierce pillar of fire. Under this level of attack, if it were an ordinary half-hung demonic beast, it would have fallen to the ground a long time ago, but Besimour was worthy of a mobile fortress, and it didn't hurt at all when he was hit by the Flame Burst Spear. The knights were prepared for this, and each Gardatoya raised its flame lance and heavy cannon, and continued to fire one after another, and the fierce flames and smoke even obscured the figure of the giant beast.

The magic guide armor for Phantom Knight is quite powerful, but on the other hand, mana consumption is also very fast. Each Gardatoya fired as hard as they could, and it didn't stop until it used up its mana reserves. In order to replenish most of the mana consumed, they sped up the mana converter to absorb the aether in the air around them, and the murmur of the air intake became louder.

The entrance to the fortress was drowned in a fierce fire under the continuous fire of the flame cavalry lances. The fire and smoke roared, obscuring the view of the riders and losing all traces of Bessimore. Although there were only ten Phantom Knights, under the magic attack that was infused with all the magic power, even the division-level demonic beasts would be slightly injured - just as the rider thought this, a roar shook the earth again, and the pressure released was even accompanied by a physical shock wave to disperse the flames, and Besimmore came out from behind the smoke. Reality lived up to their expectations, and its massive body was unscathed.

Behemo lunged at Gadatoya's forces with a momentum that was incommensurate with its massive body, and the lightning speed was too fast for nearby Gadatoa to dodge. It was really a huge mass, and the Phantom Knight was not vulnerable at all. The steel armor was dented in an instant, and the limbs were flattened. Gleaming crystalline fragments were scattered between the cracks in the armor, and the impacted mechs flew out. Looking at this situation, it is impossible for the riders inside to be unharmed.

The other Gadatoya, who had escaped death, hurriedly dispersed and distanced themselves from the demonic beast. At this moment, Besimo slammed into attack with heavy footsteps that were almost mistaken for Ground Sound, crashing into Gadatoya, who could only fire fireballs as a last resort.

Several phantom knights, judging that the magic attack had no effect, gathered around Behemo and slashed with their swords. But the carapace that covered Behemo's body showed the same strength as it had been rumored, and no slash could hurt it. The whole body was covered in a carapace, and the huge body moved at an unimaginable speed. With only ten Phantom Knights, they couldn't even delay the time, and they were in danger of being easily annihilated by Bessmore. The rest of the riders felt an indescribable fear rising from behind them, it was indeed a veritable divisional and regimental level demonic beast. Among the surviving riders, the Captain rank made a decision on the spot.

"Elon, Benjamin, Claes! are you still alive?"

「...... Yes!"

Behemo went berserk again, following the momentum of the crash into Gadatoya and then ramming his body into the fortress itself. Seeing the stone fortress gradually shattering, it couldn't hold out for long.

"Elon escaped with the guys who are still alive on our side, and run to the fortress of Carrière! Benjamin, hurry up and contact the neighboring cities that Behemoth may pass through, and go to Yantunin! Claes, you rush to the royal capital! Run for me until the crystallized muscles are shattered, and I must inform the royal capital of this guy!"

The captain suddenly turned the head of the mech, looking around at the rest of his subordinates.

"The rest of the guys...... Sorry, but the lottery is drawn. 」

The three named men were one of the younger members of the troop and had been chosen to flee the battlefield for reasons that were self-explanatory, but they did not even have the right to refute or hesitate. The first priority is to live to deliver the message and warn them of the crisis as soon as possible, and there is no time for them to say goodbye. In the driver's seat, their faces flashed with sadness, but they were immediately imposing with determination and a sense of mission.

"Run!"

"Yes!"

Gadatoya, driven by a young horseman, did not hesitate to leave the line. After the captain confirmed the situation through the phantom projector, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Hey, brothers, staying in a cramped place will only end up being knocked off!

"Hey, I won't let you in our country!"

"Let's let the stinky turtle see how good we are!"

The only five remaining Gadatoya escaped from the fortress and faced Besemore. It was a hopeless battle, but their movements were still nimble. Behemo destroyed the fortress and attacked again, but Gadatoa retarded it with a meticulous attack. However, simply firing spells indiscriminately from a distance did not stop the behemoth from attacking. Next, it is necessary to adopt close combat, concentrate on attacking the head and feet and then flee, and so on repeat the tactics of hitting and running. During this time, Gadatoya could only concentrate on avoiding the enraged Behemo and continued to fight.

However, even if he is a Phantom Knight, his strength is still limited after all.

Phantom Knight is equipped with a Mana Conversion Furnace, which itself is a semi-permanent device that can continuously convert and supply mana as long as there is aether in the surrounding air, but the amount that can be supplied at a time is limited. Especially in battle, once the consumption of mana exceeds the supply, the amount of mana stored in the body will become less and less, and the Phantom Knight is operated by only humans—both have their limits. Gadatoya, whose mana savings have been reduced and his movements have become sluggish, have been knocked into the air. Gadatoya, who was suffering from fatigue and missed the opportunity to retreat, was attacked by Besimour's tail flick and collapsed. One after the other, they fell like knocked-out combs.

Even so, in the face of an opponent as powerful as a division-level demonic beast, it is not an exaggeration to say that they have won a few hours that are more precious than gold with only five phantom knights.

The one who lasted until the last moment was indeed the captain with the most experience in actual combat. There were countless tiny scars on the body, and the right hand that was swept by Besimour's tail broke in half and flew out, and the crystalline muscles of the whole body were crumbling due to fatigue and injury, and there was not much mana reserves left, and now even if they wanted to, they couldn't escape.

「...... Did the rookies run away...... This stinky turtle, next time it won't be a half-assed group like us, but an orthodox knight order. Give me enlightenment. 」

Since he couldn't escape, the captain simply commanded the tattered fuselage to run. He didn't think that he would be saved, so he poured all the remaining magic into the captain's machine, and pressed towards Behemo step by step, rushing forward desperately, but ironically, no matter how fast the captain's movement was, it could only be like this. He fastened his still attached left hand to the sword and stabbed Behemo in the face with all his weight.

Maybe Warcraft has a similar concept of honor.

As soon as Behemoth locked onto the last enemy standing in his way, he opened his mouth wide and took a full breath. It's a nirvana you've never seen before. After a beat, the moment the captain's longsword struck it, a magical tornado breath erupted from its mouth. Violent currents swept through the forest, uprooting trees. The captain who bore the brunt of the blow was blown away, and the crystalline fragments and broken armor were scattered and fell into the forest.

Behemoth groaned under his breath. Their repeated attacks in order to carry out the delaying tactics, combined with the final blow of the captain's plane, left a small crack in its face, which grazed its eyeballs gently. If the damage to the captain hadn't been so serious in the end, he might have been able to hit the eyeball directly. Behemoth stood for a moment, and when he realized that the man in his way was gone, he moved forward again. The steps were loud and heavy, and the pupils still did not carry a trace of emotion.

The largest demonic beast disaster since the founding of the Kingdom of Verard unfolded silently. What is its purpose? The answer lies in the path of the Monster on its single-minded journey, in the largest city in central Wilard, Yantunin.