"Aside from the trumpet of the Last Judgment behind us, what else do you think is worth the demon not hesitating to risk allowing such a huge group of combat forces to leave their main battle domain and come to our territory?" Raguil asked rhetorically with a sneer.

It seems that in the rear of their angels, the position of that spy is not ordinarily high, and this important information has been leaked, so that the demon side has already prepared.

Under the circumstance of this situation, it is not impossible for these three thousand demon armies to avoid the eyes of the Scouting Angels in a short period of time.

"Lord Raguil, they're starting to move in our direction." Adjutant Angel's tone became anxious.

"Are we going to continue to hide?"

Raguil seemed to be in despair, and he smiled bitterly and forcefully: "It's useless, we have been discovered by them." ”

Since there is such a high-ranking official and spy in the angelic army, the trajectory of his team's march should have been predicted a long time ago.

The demons, now coming this way, were to clear out their army of angels, which numbered only a thousand at round.

That's right, they were pitted by that spy, and they were still pitted to death, it was not enough to pit them down, and now he was filling the pit with earth!

"......," Raguil looked at the oppressive sky with dark clouds on his face.

Am I going to die again?

Huh? Why do I say again?

The adjutant angel looked at Raguil with a melancholy face and looked at the sky as if he was sighing for life, and his heart was almost about to go crazy.

O Lord Raguil! Don't sigh about life this way, it's more reliable to find a way to escape!

"You can't sit back like this, Lord Raguil, if you can't give orders, then I'll have to send a request for Level 1 support privately." In this case, the first level of support request order is definitely not an exaggeration, although he is responsible for all actions afterwards.

But it was much better than letting such a group of demons continue deep into the rear of their main battle domain.

"......" Raguil did not speak, but picked out his nose, pulled out a lump of golden boogers, and then flicked it out with his little thumb.

The adjutant of "......" fell into deep thought when he saw this scene, if he was a little hesitant before, it can be said that he has finally made a decision at this time.

In the Angel's Magic Communication Encrypted Channel, Adjutant Angel quickly issued a Level 1 Support Request Order, which is the highest order on the battlefield support system.

Generally speaking, only the leader of the team is qualified to issue the order, but in this case, the Adjutant Angel used his identity to issue the order with Raguil's acquiescence.

The request for support command quickly turned into a magical message and disappeared into the communication channel.

However......

"Strange, what's going on? Why is there no response? Adjutant Angel kept repeating requests for Level 1 support in panic, but these orders seemed to be lost in the sea, and there was no response.

At this time, Raguil, who was sitting on the side and waiting for death, wiped his little thumb and said, "Don't try, the magical information network in this area has been blocked by the demons. He just looked up, and he also observed this piece of the magical information network.

Raguil lowered his head and continued: "The information from the outside can't get in, the information inside can't get through, and we're now equated with isolation from the world. ”

In this regard, Laguel has a familiar feeling, a slightly familiar scene, as if he knows the plot that should happen later.

But this sense of disobedience is so erratic, as if it exists, and as if it does not exist, almost to the point that it makes him think it is an illusion.

He looked at the sky, and a dark spell flashed from under his eyes.

"Presumably mirroring the magic that replaced our original magical communication network."

"How is it possible, to mirror a magic that can deceive the main system, it takes mana ......" Before he could finish speaking, the lieutenant angel realized how stupid his questioning was.

"With such a magic crystal mountain range, there will be no problem with how much magic power there is." Raguil's eyes glanced at the glacier in the distance, which seemed to have shrunk a little.

After the two large magics of the teleportation array and the mirror image, there should be no magic left inside the glacier.

However, the demon's purpose was also achieved.

"Your Excellency..... What do we do now? Adjutant Angel asked.

Raguil looked at the sky not far away, holding his head with one hand, since the other party was already fully prepared to intercept and kill his own troops here, it was probably useless to escape.

"I don't know."

The angels were silent, why did they have such an irresponsible chief!?

"Oh, yes." Suddenly, Raguil seemed to remember something, and he clenched his fist into the palm of his hand.

The angels' eyes lit up with hope again, and sure enough, the chief still has a way, and we must have been wrong to blame him before.

Raguil took out a yellowish-looking piece of paper from his package, which was very rough, like sandpaper.

"Which of you has a pen?" Raguil asked the angels.

Then he waved his hand to himself, "Forget it." He plucked a feather from the wing behind his back.

"What is this going to do, Lord Raguil?"

"I don't know, I guess I want to hand-draw a special magic array, you see, Lord Raguil has gathered his magic power on the feathers."

The angels began to discuss in whispers, and even the lieutenant couldn't help but gather up to Raguil's side in curiosity and look away.

"Oh, Lord Raguil has done it."

I saw that on the rough and yellowed sandskin, Raguil wrote in the Ante Isura: I, Raguil, one of the archangels.......

"Oooh! This is the spirit of words, and it is the magic of words used under the real name of Lord Raguil, and it must be some kind of powerful magic! An angel said excitedly.

Raguil ignored it, but went on to write: Same as 964 angels......

"It's Mistress Raguil, he actually wrote our existence into the spirit of words, it seems that this should be a spirit magic that needs to be performed by many people." An angel said in an old-fashioned manner, as if he had seen through everything.

"Wait, something seems wrong." The next moment, an angel beside him tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him back from his 'see through everything' state.

I saw that it continued to be written: Today, I will be buried on the edge of the frost battlefield, and I hereby leave a suicide note, with important information, hoping that the corpse collection troops behind can see it.

Then he added a string of encrypted messages that only the angel could decipher, and then Raguil folded the sandskin, dug a pit next to him, and then put the sandskin paper in it, and covered it with dirt.

Then a small feather was inserted on it, afraid that the angel who collected the corpse would not notice such a pit.

"Sure enough, we're dead."

"Hmm.... It's dead. ”