The flames burned, and the blood spewed.

When the ice mist in the air was evaporated by the rolling heat, Byrne's infantry knights and phalanx infantry finally saw what it was that made the elven warriors desperate and even seek to kill them.

It was an elf-like man, covered in fire, wielding a flaming knife... Monster.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The Byrne warriors were stunned one by one, watching the roaring monster wield the flaming long knife in its hand wantonly, and the rolled tongue of fire swept across the battlefield like a dragon's breath, instantly devouring an entire team of elven warriors.

When the flames dissipated, only scattered ashes fell.

By the time they had recovered from their shock, the "Flame Monster" had already come towards them, its long flaming knife raised above their heads and slashing head-on in front of them.

"Boom ——!!!!"

A half-moon-shaped tongue of fire swept past the front of the spear phalanx, and a huge flame exploded out of thin air, splashing countless burning sparks like droplets.

In the roar, the most terrible and desperate wails sounded.

There wasn't much time to hesitate, and with a flick of the long knife in the air, a rolling heat wave exploded around, and the blinding golden red was the last color that many benens and elves had seen in their lifetimes.

"Ahhh——!!!!hhh

Roaring, Eugen, who had long been completely manipulated by the power of the void, ravaged the battlefield, and the flames rolled up by the blade swung wantonly, like a painter's paintbrush, using the flames as ink and paint, towards everything in his sight.

Under such indiscriminate attacks, both Byrne and the Azorean elves suffered heavy casualties, and the deafening explosions and fires frightened the soldiers, who could not hear the horn or see the flag, and could not even obey orders.

With heavy casualties and panic, the elven warriors who stepped on the scorched earth threw themselves like waves on the faltering phalanx of spears that had fallen into chaos in the explosion.

The screams are incessant... The soldiers on both sides are desperately attacking forward, attacking hysterically, facing the raging sea of fire, attacking the enemy with an attacking and frightened face.

The two sides that had been fighting in a battle were quickly transformed into chaotic and gradually disorderly face-to-face charges under the ravages of explosions and flames—even the best commanders could not keep their soldiers in formation in the midst of scorching waves of air and explosions that could appear at any time.

The flames that swept across the battlefield turned every elf and byrin into a madman, and fear kept them fearless and focused on rushing at the enemy in front of them.

"Hold the line, don't retreat!"

The jaw-dropping Earl of Mountain Rock Castle Angette roared, and the blood-stained sword pierced into the elven warrior's chest, and pulled it out from his shoulder: "Kill them, crush them, and let them break their hearts and guts!"

"Remember! Byrne, Byrne... Never retreat——! "Count Angit, covered in blood, raised the great sword in his hand:

"Now tell me, who are you?!"

"Byrne ————!!!!"

"Who are you fighting for?!"

"Byrne ————!!!!"

"Then kill me!"

The roaring infantry knights withstood the oncoming heat wave, pushed back towards the charging elven warriors, and even chiseled through the elven warriors' array for a time.

Then in the midst of the fire, the ashes were extinguished.

Standing under the banner of the golden lion on a black background, Count Eckert of Fort of Fury looked at the burning battlefield with an expressionless face, looking at the Byrne battle banners that were swallowed one by one in the sea of fire, and did not move.

The commanders of the phalanx were constantly sending heralds to the rescue of the forwards who had fallen into battle, and the Earl of Fort Fury took the trouble to send them back, neither explaining nor reprimanding.

He just waited, like a sculpture.

"How many times has this been?"

Ackert suddenly looked back at the adjutant behind him.

"For the seventh time, Count. The adjutant looked at the indifferent Eckert and couldn't help but say, "The herald from Lord Lanmaros has come twice, and he also said that if you don't agree again, he will go by himself." ”

The Earl of Fort Fury, who had listened, nodded and fell silent.

"Earl, give the order for the Firmament Wings and the knights to attack!"

Unable to bear to look at the battlefield, the flag officer clenched the battle flag in his hand: "If you go on like this, Count Angot of Mountain Rock Castle, as well as Count Salald, thousands of soldiers and knights... They're going to die without a place to bury!"

"You can't just watch them all killed!"

The agitated flag bearer stared at Eckert's face, at the indifferent Count of Fort Fury, and wanted to grit his teeth.

A night watchman holding a command banner galloped all the way to the golden lion flag:

"In the name of His Majesty Brandon II, the Byrne Legion launches a general assault, holding back the enemy on the enemy's left flank at all costs, and buying time for the Floating City!"

"Yes!"

The Count of Fort Fury, who bowed slightly, looked at the flag officer who was already trembling with excitement with a flat expression: "Order Lanmaros to lead a third of the Byrne knights to organize a surprise attack from the flank to interrupt the offensive rhythm of the Azorean elves." ”

"The Witchers of the Firmament Wings are out in full force, doing everything possible to hold back the enemy's pace and cover the infantry of the first array. ”

"Yes——!!!!"

Looking at the flag bearer who couldn't wait to blow the trumpet and herald, Count Eckert couldn't help but sigh secretly.

He had fought in the Battle of Ebolden, and had seen for himself what a terrifying elven warrior named "Eugen" was... It was an enemy that Duke Loren also needed to be prepared for and go all out to barely defeat him, and then he was finally killed by two consecutive shots of the most powerful lightsaber.

And now, he's tasked knights and witchers to confront and hold off an enemy that even the Duke finds intractable... It is tantamount to sending them to death, holding back the enemy with their lives and corpses.

"But... This is our fate, the fate of the Byrne, not to measure one's greatness not by victory and title, but by sacrifice and glory. ”

Ecter muttered to himself, something was burning in his pupils.

"Die for victory, for glory ... To die for some great cause, to die for the hero who leads us to glory, to be strong, to be the cornerstone of his great cause, to be the grit on the road... It is the thing that a Byron person craves the most from the moment he is born. ”

"That's our fate!"

..............................

"What's going on?!"

Under the Iron Crown battle flag, Isaac, who was scratching his head, collapsed and looked at the wizards who fell to the ground around him, and his eyes were as big as he wanted:

"Let me sort out the current situation - we need to manipulate the Floating City now, we also need to use the Floating City to save the position of the Byrne Legion, and kill the elves and maniacs who are killing us and our own people, and for this purpose, we need to use the Bright Lightsaber on the Floating City, and it takes at least twelve senior mentor-level wizards to drive the Flying Lightsaber, but ......"

"But all our wizards are already overwhelmed!"

The little wizard hugged his shoulders and interrupted angrily: "Thank you, but we really don't need you to remind us again - we have twenty-five lightsabers and a huge amount of logistical needs, even if we add all the wizards in the empire is not enough!"

"That's right, but now we need twelve wizards to save the Byrins, or they'll be killed by that damn elf!" Isaac spread his hands, "But now counting you and me, we only have eight wizards doing this—barely half of them, not even the minimum of nine!"

"Eight wizards?"

Ain, who looked confused, looked around, and after repeatedly confirming that there were only five people around, Isaac rolled his eyes.

"Of course, a genius wizard like me can certainly count two people's quota - I can't believe that as my classmate, you still have to confirm this kind of question!"

“...... It's not about talent, it's about the endurance of each wizard's spiritual hall, and you can only count one!" the little wizard protested.

"That's right, but I have a way to pour the cycle of the Floating City into the cycle of the Light Sword, so that the remnants of the void can consume some of themselves, so that the load on everyone can be reduced. ”

Isaac rolled his eyes again, "Of course I understand that such a high-tech job is unthinkable for you alchemists, and only we occult wizards can do it. ”

“...... Loren can too. ”

His face turned red, and the annoyed little wizard couldn't help but retort to him: "And Mentor Dalton, and Master Albert, and ......"

"And Freswalker and Ashamai, yes, I know they're all - but that's the point?!" Isaac rolled his eyes for the third time:

"What we're missing now is a wizard, a wizard, not an apprentice or a half-ass, a real wizard—at least one, at least one more, or we'll not only not be able to save them, we'll kill us all!"

The corners of Isaac's mouth twitched, and he was in a dilemma.

The plan he devised himself took nine of the Empire's best wizards, and as a result, there was no one available, not even ten.

The small wizard on the side clenched his teeth and stared at the floating city that was slowly moving this way.

It's true... Without Loren, can't you do anything?

Trying hard again and again, desperately trying to get rid of the sense of powerlessness, unwilling to become a burden and burden to him anymore... In the end, do you still have to face such a result?

The two, who were arguing just now, fell into a wordless silence.

“...... I don't understand. ”

Edward, the night watchman, who never spoke, spoke, "Why do you have to use the Lightsaber, we still have Brandon Hall... Your Majesty's dragon, can't the dragon beat an elven warrior?"

After glancing at Isaac and the little wizard, Ain slowly looked back: "The key to solving Eugen is not the means, but the necessity to eliminate him. ”

"He has been completely corrupted by the power of the Void, and Loren had killed him many times during the Battle of Ebolden, but in the end he was able to resurrect him. ”

"The only feasible way is to prepare the high-level spell 'Dream of Dreams' in advance, activate this magic while killing him, and completely erase the void reaction from his body. The little wizard explained:

"In order to do this, the two sides must work together as perfectly as possible, and at the same time as they kill him, they will unfold a magic circle - and if the dragon kills Eugen......"

"Whether it's violence or dragon fire's breath, it's going to kill the witcher with the spell, and this monster will show us how he was resurrected... You kill him a thousand times, ten thousand times, and he can still stand up unscathed. ”

Edward bowed slightly, "So, we need at least eight wizards to operate that weapon, but right now there are only... Seven wizards?"

"You have eight. ”

A somewhat weak voice rang out behind the night watchman.

Stunned, Edward jerked his head back and looked at the figure that appeared at some point in shock.

"Peter Fasha, why are you here?!"

"It's always been there, but our Night's Watch leader hasn't noticed the ...... around him."

Before Peter could finish his joke, Edward had already stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar: "Peter! I'm not kidding you!"

"Your mission is over, and you know that once His Majesty Brandon knows that you are still alive, he will not be able to let you go just because Eckhart II died in front of you, and besides, it has nothing to do with you... Why come back?!"

As the leader of the Night's Watch, Edward felt that he should be the second best person in the world after Loren who was still alive to know Brandon.

His Royal Highness, the "disgraced prince" who always doesn't care about anything, doesn't really care most of the time, but reality requires him to at least make a dismissive appearance, and once there is an opportunity to do wrong, he will do whatever it takes to satisfy his inner desires.

The desire for imperial power, the hatred and crazy revenge for the nobles of the Heavenly Dome Palace, and the ...... for the eldest princess Every time he retreated, forbearance, and pretended not to care, it was temporary, and it could erupt at any time.

He could pretend he didn't care for the time being because of Peter's relationship with Loren, but Peter Fasa couldn't escape death if he had the chance, as he watched the death of Brandon's father, His Majesty Eckhart II.

Even if he didn't do anything, Brandon couldn't have forgiven him.

"What about you?" Peter asked rhetorically, "how did Edward, who always didn't want to get into trouble, become the leader of the Night's Watch?"

"I ......?!"

"We all have our own destinies, Edward... I have it too, I'm Ebolden's 'watchdog', and I'm destined to come back – just like that night, I'm destined to live, it's my destiny. ”

Peter, who was gasping slightly, smiled and looked at the little wizard with a serious gaze: "I just went to the Byrne Legion to give an order, and the situation is roughly understood." ”

"You need a wizard, and I am. ”