When the last centurion was settled, St. Giles slowly stepped forward and began the first part of his plan.

"My marshals!"

Rarely, with the help of specially made armor, St. Giles' voice is loud and intimidating, and extremely infectious.

Even the Sword Saint Marshal Sigismund, who seemed to be asleep with his eyebrows lowered, subconsciously stirred up, stood up straight, and seemed to return to the battlefield where the battlefield was flying.

"My warriors!"

The second shout, noticeably more deliberately amplified, confirmed that everyone could hear it.

It was visible to the naked eye that every warrior had a slightly more sense of glory written on their faces, which could not be concealed and did not need to be concealed - even the pretentious mages.

"My brothers and sisters! Sons of Sigmar, members of the Sigmar Empire, I need your help. ”

These lines can cause good results in every pre-war mobilization, but St. Giles has been used for an unknown number of years, and it can be relied on and needed, even if it is verbal, it can really stimulate people's self-satisfaction.

"Our empire has gone through a glorious history of 1,700 years. Our great ancestors have brought down the barbarians of the northern Norscan icefields, making them honestly fish on the broken ice, not daring to attack a single step. ”

"We've driven enough rats to flood the continent back to their damp, dark underground caverns!"

"We hunt the green-skinned orcs, and their carcasses are the best fertilizer for the land where they have invaded."

"We have beaten the descendants of Rhodoc's group of pirates back to their own pirate kingdom alive, and we haven't had the courage to invade for seven or eight years."

"But—"

Anyone can sing the praises of virtue, but then, St. Giles will begin to gain support through deception and concealment, as every emperor is good at.

"—But, that's not our work!"

"My friends, there's a whole new threat around us."

The emperor hid his face and made a distressed look, of course, this is a clumsy acting skill that even the indifferent Yi can see, but unfortunately St. Giles definitely doesn't care.

"Everyone must have heard the bell a few days ago, and a place that we deliberately ignored has become more and more unscrupulous."

"A gathering place of garbage and sewer rats, a country of privateers and illegal vagrants - ruins. Everyone should be familiar with how many people's relatives died at the hands of those guys, but they just need to flee back to that desert and be done. ”

Hiding his face with his hands, as if he were really crying, from an angle that no one could see, when St. Gillis saw that the emotions had been gradually stirred up, he showed a rather mocking smile, or rather—a cruel smile, like a vicious dog about to hunt its prey.

"They are numerous and vicious, but they are like a plate of scattered sand, and we have always let them go."

"I didn't want to clash with them, because there are only a limit to the enemies I can defeat, and I don't want that kind of damage to be hurt by those people, but I can't go on like this now."

"They began to provoke and blatantly invade," St. Giles walked into the ranks of sergeants, weaving around each of them, as if to tell the soldiers that they were on their side.

"You know, since last month, this ruin, which has been divided by itself, now seems to be accumulating power, all from that man named Max."

"Max, who came out of nowhere on the entire continent three months ago, seized a quarter of the land in the ruins after killing a strong man in the ruins."

"Immediately afterward, he united the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs, which everyone knew well, the notorious organization that attracted peasants and fools from all over the continent to gather under their hands."

"It's already terrible, they're demagoguery, they're already declaring war on us with very tempting conditions for the peasants, the foundation of our empire."

Emperor St. Giles, who had returned to the front of the line, stretched out his arms and drew his long holy sword, pointing it at the sky.

"Then will we be afraid!?"

"Won't !!"

The soldiers and generals, whose emotions had been completely stirred, were already enthusiastic, and they did not think too much about it at all, and shouted hoarsely.

"What are we going to do?"

"Victory!"

"Conquest!"

"Guard!"

Sigmar's own teachings, the foundation of the Empire's survival, are still passed down by word of mouth among each Imperial Legion as their last beacon when they lose themselves in battle.

"Good! Let's go tomorrow! Conquer them and protect our homeland!"

In the midst of the commotion, the sergeants dispersed and began to prepare in full swing, while the two marshals, Fabius and Sigismund, followed St. Giles, who had waited for them slowly, back to the inner sanctum of the palace.

Waiting for them there was an unexpected guest.

"Hello, my [familiar] Emperor Majesty"

There was no sincerity in bowing slightly, and what appeared in front of people was an old man who was drooping but had sharp eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shining with natural flashes.

"Well, long time no see, my friend."

It doesn't seem so unexpected, St. Giles