"Alas... This surprise was... What a surprise. ”

Taking a deep breath, the elf little prince, whose shoulders collapsed, showed a somewhat helpless expression and laughed a few times.

And the generals around him were not so "comfortable" ... Dead silence is really a dead silence.

Literally.

It's not just that Eugen's "secret weapon" has been killed, but with the reinvigorated Byrne legion pressing, the right flank of the Azorean elf army has shown a momentum of collapse!

Compared with the middle and left flanks, the right flank close to the Gem River could not put down too many troops due to the terrain, and the warrior leaders of the Azorean elves did not want to fight the Byrne knights in this kind of open land, and several bloody battles could prove that the price to pay to block the charge of the Byrne knights was too heavy and the gains outweighed the losses.

Therefore, when arranging the battlefield, even Rodria Azores inclined his heavy forces to the other two battlefields, and prepared a large number of fortifications on the right flank to ensure that they would not be pursued by the Byrne knights when retreating.

And now... Nearly two-fifths of the casualties on the right flank, and the most important large number of elite samurai in command fell to the surprise attack of Eugen and the Byrne knights, and the formation collapsed, making it impossible to organize an effective defense.

The only way is to mobilize the reserves.

It's incredible... In the eyes of the elven warriors, it should have been the first to mobilize the reserve army of the empire, which had retreated on the battlefield in the middle line and was almost unable to collapse on the left side... As a result, the first one who couldn't stand it was actually himself?

But this also means that the Azorean elves will be the first to mobilize reserves on the battlefield, and the balance of victory has begun to tilt in favor of the Imperials.

Ridiculous... But it's a brutal reality.

We... Azorean elves... The righteousness of life and death... Hope for a revival of the royal court......

All have to... It's over?

Discouragement, unwillingness, anger, despair, sorrow, pain... In the dead and silent atmosphere, the expressions of the samurai leaders were very wonderful.

Rodria Azor chuckled lightly and frowned slightly.

Even at the moment when Eugen was killed, he just smiled helplessly, but it was better to say that Eugen was killed as it should have happened, and he didn't plan to let him survive at the beginning, which was acceptable.

A madman, a beast, can keep the weakest right wing in front of the Byrne Legion for so long... It's enough to pay for itself.

What really made him feel a little panicked was Brandon de Salion, who had not yet made a move on the other side.

"It's clear that the victory is already in hand......"

He was well aware of the "Highness" opposite... It's time for Your Majesty... Almost belonging to the same type of personality as himself, it is impossible for him not to think about turning the tables, let alone look at the victory that is close at hand and abandon it.

can make such a person endure... There is only the possibility of a bigger turnaround, a bigger turnaround.

What the hell was he counting on?!

Loren Turin... What the hell is he going to do?!

"How's the situation in the royal court?" asked the elven prince without warning, turning back to an elven warrior behind him.

"We are speeding up the clearance, and according to the information from the port guards, half of the Imperial people who have invaded the royal court have been eliminated!"

The elven warrior stepped forward and replied, "The rest of the invaders have also been exposed, and the resistance of the other party is very strong, and the royal court guards are organizing more troops in the city to encircle and suppress them. ”

"Really?"

The elven prince who received the reply smiled slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.

"Your Highness, if you really can't do it......" A samurai leader stood up and said in a slur voice:

"Now the enemy in the city is almost wiped out, and the battle has not yet been decided... Otherwise, let's see if we can talk to the Imperial?"

"Peace talks?!"

Rodria's eyes lit up, as if he had heard something unexpectedly good.

"That's right, peace talks... As long as the Imperials are promised to withdraw from the area of the Gem River, pay some price, promise to occupy only Ebolden and the surrounding territories, and let the other side understand how much it will cost to continue fighting, there should be a chance to ......"

"Yes, why didn't I think of it!, we can make peace!" the ecstatic elven prince interrupted happily without waiting for the samurai to finish speaking:

"Even though we destroyed their ocean-going fleet and captured their most important port city, it doesn't matter, because we have also paid a heavy price!"

"Although we killed their emperor, it seems that there are still two, but it doesn't matter, because my respected father, the great Eagle King, also fell on the Far North Ice Field, everyone is the same!"

"Although we killed the Emperor's uncle and plundered most of Sackland and the outside of the Imperial Capital, this is not a problem, haven't we already exchanged them now?!"

"Although we once captured Lothair and killed the Duke of Lothair, what's the problem with that, anyway, that guy is just a lord of a small remote country, and the Empire can't be so ignorant of current affairs, right?"

"So, the peace talks are so good! It's so good, I didn't expect it, thank you so much!"

Every time the ecstatic elven prince spoke, the elven warrior's face became a little more cold sweat, and when Rodria slapped him on the shoulder with joy, the burly figure even trembled and almost fell.

Fear, pervading his heart, overflowed from his pupils.

The elven prince also gradually restrained his joy, leaving only a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"When the first Azorean elves set foot on this land, we had an unending relationship with the Imperials... Excellency. Rodria said coldly:

"The battle has reached this point, either we defeat them, drive straight into the imperial capital of Golovin, recapture Eagle Hunt Fort and Shenlin Fort to the west, and open the passage to the Misty Moon Court... The Azorean elves have the hope of revival. ”

"So don't let me hear you say anything about 'peace talks'... Peace is the toy of the victors, and the only peace can only be the peace that I give to the people of the empire with my own hands, understand?"

"Clear, understood!"

"So what should I do next?"

"In, under this is to lead five thousand reserves to meet the right flank and maintain the front... Your Highness?"

"Maintain the front? no, no, no... That's so wronged you, I'm going to give you a more important task. The little elf prince curled the corners of his mouth:

"If you can't take your samurai back to the city at once, and encircle and suppress the imperial people in the city... Find a way to destroy the tunnels they occupy and bury them alive... Do you understand?"

“...... Yes, obey!"

"Good. ”

The little elven prince, whose smile disappeared, turned his gaze back to the battlefield in front of him.

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

"Poof!"

The moment the long knife tore open the shoulder of the gray-eyed boy, a blood mark bloomed on the elven warrior's right shoulder at the same position;

And that's... Rip!

Unconcerned about the pain, the wide-eyed Rusen stabbed the short sword into the elven warrior's neck.

The blade of the sword was raised, and the head fell to the ground with a thud.

Gasping for breath, the gray-eyed boy who let the blood seep into his eyes did not stop, stepping on the corpses that were already piled up under his feet, like a devouring beast, suddenly surrounded by enemies.

Relying on this almost fatal blow, the pressure on the female elf behind him was greatly reduced, and she only needed to protect Albert's side.

Even so, the female elf who had been fighting continuously was already covered in sweat, and her sore muscles made her almost unable to hold the barrel of the gun, and every attack and resistance was like an instinctive reaction of the body.

Both of them have reached their limits.

But the enemy is growing more and more, and they have begun to use their numerical superiority to form a blockade network, which is gradually compressing the space they can toss and turn; each battle turns into a decisive battle in a moment, and the distance between the blade and the tip of the spear becomes the distance between life and death.

There is no grappling, no dodging, every time is a life-and-death fight.

And as the most stressed, bloody... He could almost clearly feel that his body was undergoing some irreversible change.

That's a "change" that has been taking place since the time of the Centaur War, and has only recently begun to become apparent.

The sight in front of me seems to have completely melted, no sound can be heard in my ears anymore, and my sore muscles are even more unconscious... In this way, he was already dying, relying entirely on instinct and the power of the evil god bestowed by Asriel to fight.

The gray-eyed boy knew very well that if he continued like this, sooner or later... No, it will soon be completely devoured and eroded by Asriel's power, and it will become nothing different from the Apostle of the Evil God.

He will lose his freedom, lose his qualifications as a human being, become a puppet and a tool called upon by Asriel, and even become a cornerstone of his power when he needs it... Or to put it another way, that's what Asrael was all about.

But... I already knew about this result, didn't I?

From the time I received this power, I knew that there would definitely be such a day, but in order to catch up with Lord Loren and not be left behind by him and become a burden, I still did it... I did it without complaint.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, the gray-eyed young man who let the blade tear his shoulder turn around vigorously, and the sword blade mixed with the "Force Impact" swept to both sides, and the invisible "Qi Wave" cut the sneaking elven warrior in two.

With the power of the samurai path of the "Bloody Sorrow", theoretically he can continue to fight like this until the power of the void is exhausted, but in fact... Even if it were all depleted, the Evil God Mark left behind by Asriel would still seep in power, allowing him to continue fighting.

So, what else is there to be afraid of?

"Come on!"

The gray-eyed young man covered in blood and his upper body completely exposed opened his arms and held a sword in front of the path that the charging elven warriors must pass: "Come and kill me!"

"Kill me, or be killed by me, come and try!"

The indifferent elven warriors were completely unmoved, and pounced on Lusen without changing their faces.

That's right, that's it......

The gray-eyed boy with a sneer on the corner of his mouth gently moved the trap on the soles of his feet, and there were two alchemy bombs tied to it... The last two.

As long as you detonate the enemy as soon as you get closer, you can kill half of them in one go and seal the tunnel at the same time... Although it can only block one direction, it can also buy a lot of time.

As for themselves... It was never the first thing Lusen thought about.

The blade approached, and the gray-eyed boy who slowly leaned over made a posture of counterattack, his gray-blue pupils flashing with endless killing intent.

Five-step, four-step, three-step......

Now is the time!

"Bell!"

The bright spear blocked the blade that stabbed at Lusn at the last moment, and the female elf, who had tried her best to get there, grabbed him by the collar the moment before the alchemy bomb exploded, and leaped backwards at the same time.

"Boom!"

The cracking flames blew up the tunnel, and the rolling air sent the two out of the way, slamming them to the ground.

Click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking came, and the female elf frowned, staring at her right arm that was hit by a falling stone, obviously even the bones were broken alive, and the wound on her big arm was completely cracked, and she still didn't feel the slightest pain.

"What are you doing?!"

Luceen, who lay on the ground, was furious.

"Save your little life!"

The female elf was angrier than him, and grabbed Lusen by the hair and lifted him up: "Look at yourself, do you know that you are dying!"

"I can't die!"

"It's going to be soon!"

"So what, I can kill them all!"

The red-eyed Lusen glared at the female elf and roared, her blood-soaked body trembling uncontrollably, and her hands holding the sword were raised, as if to prove something: "You, do you know what a good opportunity you have to miss!"

"Now we're just blocking them temporarily, and we're still going to be besieged in a while, and we won't be able to hold out for long at all, understand?!"

"I don't understand!" the female elf glared and pushed him back: "Can you kill all the Azorean elves outside?!"

"In addition to them, there are hundreds of thousands, nearly a million Azorean elves out there, can you kill them all by yourself, what are you waiting for if you can?!"

"I ......"

"You can't do it, I can't do it, Loren can't do it, everyone can't do it, that's why we have to take risks here, why we have to persist here!"

"I don't know how much you'd like to die for Loren, but you have to live even for him, you know?!"

Lusen, who was dragged by his hair, stared at him in a daze, and he didn't react for a while, and only his father and Yuli Wirtz reprimanded him so much, and he didn't react for a while.

The female elf who frowned slightly tugged at his hair and pressed a little harder: "What about you, do you understand?!"

"Ah......h

"Boom !!!"

There was another loud bang, and from top to bottom, the whole tunnel trembled.

Before they could figure out where the tremors were coming from, they felt a huge, indescribable sense of oppression rushing from the end of the tunnel.

"What's going on?What's going on?!"

Compared to the female elf, who looked dazed and didn't know what was happening, the stunned Lusen's eyes widened, and unspeakable fear welled up from the depths of his heart.

This kind of power, he had experienced from a man a long, long time ago... Twice.

Seliol ......

Black Cross!