"I'm ———— going!"

In the mage's last sight, there was a vast sea of people, cavalry, black-armored warriors, hundreds of thousands of archers, and hundreds of heavy cannons, marching in unison in the distant desert, at an unimaginably fast speed compared to such a large army.

High-speed march, a million troops, even if he is a wasted person, after all, he is also the commander of this outpost, and Rick figured out in an instant what he should be doing at this time.

- Notify the Palace, then run away!

Of course, that was his last thought, for a narrow silver knife had pierced his throat and slit his neck.

As his body fell from the tower, his eyes, which were about to close, finally saw the people below, each with a faint red mark on their necks, like silk threads.

The silk thread of death leads everyone to reincarnation.

"Let's—"

The boy's whisper, several figures disappeared into the outpost as if they were illusions.

At the Silver Moon Scimitar Outpost, on this afternoon, two hundred and twenty-three warriors and a seven-ring mage were all wiped out without making a sound.

Three hours ago, in the kingdom of Rhodok, 180 miles from the ruins, the Echo Outpost, the longbowman, the heroic archer [Mountain Falcon] Caracal was killed without firing an arrow, and the sentry arrow had already been put on the bowstring.

All seven hundred and thirty warriors were killed, and no news was sent to the royal capital of the Rhodok Kingdom.

Along the way, all the outposts where the expeditionary force was found were slaughtered, and it was easy to restrain the rotten management system of the Kingdom of Rhodok, especially for a powerful empire like the Sigmar Empire, whose assassins destroyed such rudimentary protections almost instantly.

Of course, the purpose this time will not be Rhodok. The Sigmar Empire and the Kingdom of Rhodok were not friends, but on the surface they were okay, and if it weren't for the need for a reason to go to war and gain allies this time, perhaps St. Giles would not have agreed to the Assassin Legion's somewhat terrifying plan of extermination.

"Your Majesty, we are within range of heavy artillery."

Marshal Fabius Spair, coming from the artillery unit in the rear, rode his horse to the horse of St. Giles, and whispered in return.

"Well, I see, leave one legion's heavily armored guard, and we'll move the rest fast, and I'll make sure that the arrows and artillery fire flood the city at the same time."

"But, Your Majesty."

Bayer couldn't react for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop the herald officer who issued the order as soon as he left.

"Aren't we going to declare war and then fight them?"

"Ahh

Seemingly disappointed, St. Giles shook his head exaggeratedly.

"Do you know Byer? We are now dealing with a demon and his mob of evil, like those who killed your loved ones, none of whom have the right to salvation. ”

Burning, dead mothers, last bread stained with father's blood on the way, swords, masked villains laughing wildly.

Gradually, these terrible memories crept into Fabius's mind, his hands clenched, the light burning behind him, he had always been a mighty warrior but only a warrior.

"Okay."

The answer, which was almost squeezed out of his teeth, who would have thought that it would indeed be the most satisfying answer for his king, a weapon, only voluntarily unsheathed, would be sharp enough and unswerving to death.

"Forward!"

A shout was ordered to the three armies, the artillery was stationed in place, and the rest of the troops still had ten miles to go, it is worth noting that it was not only the heavy infantry regiment that remained to protect the artillery, but also the pikemen regiment and the mage regiment were all separated and stayed here.

It was a sudden idea for St. Giles, but it wasn't a whim, and it wasn't a stupid whim.

- He just thought of that brother, the golden light flashed, and without hesitation, he rushed directly into the Demon Hell Artillery Position.

"Boom—"

Amid the roar of the [Fortress of Pride] chariots, millions of troops rolled forward, and their target was the sandy hills in the desert ten miles away.

There, the archers will unfurl their arrays and begin an all-out assault on the entire City of Salvation.

Field Marshal Sigismund sat on the chariot, his eyes squinted, like a telescope, trying to find his target. It's a pity that the sand sea is so calm now, and the eagle-like gaze can only see the vast amount of sand and the city that is becoming clearer and clearer in the distance.

"Definitely!"

The commander-in-chief of the archers, Yi, deliberately changed his battle armor this time, a silk brocade robe with a golden five-clawed golden dragon, and the two shoulder armors on both sides were carefully carved lions with open mouths and roaring, and his eyes revealed a terrifying cold light.

In an instant, a huge number of archers formed an infinite number of ten-by-ten phalanxes, ready to begin covering fire.

"All ——!"

Glancing at the emperor and marshal who were standing silently with the rest of his gaze, Yi's eyes narrowed, he knew what the consequences of one of his orders would be, although he couldn't help it.

- I'm just a soldier, and I don't have a choice, no matter whose throat my arrow pierces, neither do those who die.

"Explosive Bolt Replacement!"

Every heavily armed soldier pulls out the most valuable explosive arrow from his quiver, and the high-explosive black powder that makes the arrow heavy and lightweight, and it takes an experienced archer to get it perfectly shot far enough.

"Draw the bow—"

By this time, the heralds of St. Giles had already received the news, and the artillerymen and mages in the rear had also received the disappearance, and at the same time began to prepare.

"Imperial Cannons Reload!"

"Dreadnought Mortar Reload"

"Ten Rings Spell [Ice Age]!"

"Interference Magic [Strong Countermeasures]!"

"Support Magic [Fire Amplification]!"

The wind blew suddenly, as if it knew what was going to happen.

Yi's eyes closed, and he pulled his bow open, he knew how much damage his words would cause.

But somebody has to be the judge of the executioner, isn't it?

"Put!"

"Fire!"

In an instant, the cold voice was accompanied by the roar of the commander of the artillery corps in the rear, and then there was the sound of countless arrows shooting out as if they were splitting the air.

Then there was the sound of the heavy artillery firing and the ground shaking, the mortar cannon weighed more than ten tons, and it was even more than a meter high because of the powerful recoil of the launch.

Hundreds of thousands of explosive arrows, countless cannonballs, accompanied by magic missiles that flickered with arcane brilliance, rushed directly towards the unsuspecting City of Salvation.

All the struggles and efforts made by the Demon King seem to be ruined just like the previous life.