Waiting is a virtue, but blindly waiting couldn't be more foolish.

That would only lead to death.

A day after the conversation with Corbock had come to an end, Amy smashed onto the now deserted altar in the center of the camp.

Looking down, it was bleak.

I remember that when I first arrived, there were at least twenty or thirty tents in the camp, and it was conservatively estimated that there were a hundred graduates of the Discipline Academy, but if you add the expeditionary teams, it would not be a problem at all to reach one hundred and fifty or sixty people.

And now......

There are only a dozen tents scattered and remarkable, and among them...... Nearly half of them belong to his team.

But unlike the sparsely scattered tents, the number of people gathered at the foot of the altar steps was numerous—at least thirty or forty as far as the eye could see.

Most of the people who are still alive may have arrived.

The young Glory One looked around, since the collapse of the Alliance of the Enlightened, the collective disappearance of the first group of awakened stigmata, and the gradual spread of the news about the Demon King Mammon, the whole camp was in chaos, the degenerate who gave up on themselves and turned to kill others, the foolish people who were blind by faith, and the escapees who hoped to be redeemed by going away, people always had a variety of choices in the midst of hardship and despair.

He can't talk about who is good and who is bad, and he can't tell who is right and who is wrong, the only thing he is sure of is that the current group of people is ...... He is a man who still has hope.

The existence of the Demon King Mammon is not a secret, at least, after the fall of the Prophet Alliance.

High Demon –

Not to mention that they have just awakened the stigma, even if they are a plurality, a number of senior sword wielders at the level of the second seal, they are never sure that they will be able to wipe it out.

It is not surprising that all sacrifices were made for this.

But they had no choice.

To live, to continue to live in this land shrouded in darkness, to continue to pursue hope and light, they must challenge the invincible enemy and kill it.

One person does not accomplish ten, ten men do not accomplish twenty, and twenty men do not accomplish thirty......

As long as there are enough of them, even high-level demons may be killed.

It's naïve, even stupid, isn't it?

The demon king who once destroyed a city and indirectly killed hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people will naturally not be afraid of dozens of people who are not even hairy boys with swords, even if its strength has long since lost its peak, even if it has been sealed by the famous sage king, but after all, it is not an ordinary demon king, it is one of the demon kings of the four directions who were chaotic due to the raging dark tide in the middle of the pre-ancient king era.

That's big enough to be written into a heroic epic.

Even the Glorious Ones, who had fought against Elder Gods like Dagon, who were close to the Old Dominators, could find nothing to guide them to victory except to put their hopes in the possible afterhand of the King of Human Wisdom who had once sat on the Iron Throne.

As for giving up?

Not in the scope of consideration - if his guess is true, then "death" is not as terrible as he thought, and assuming his guess is just an illusory conjecture, then as the most likely person behind it, he will have to face the greedy demon king sooner or later.

So, don't worry about it, give it a go.

Amy Ulysses narrowed his eyes, if he could, it would have been better to push back a little time, both in terms of the number of reservist sword-wielding men he had recruited, and in terms of the will to fight that had been tempered like steel under the pressure of death and despair, the more he could calm down and wait, the more he could prepare, and the more he could gain.

But he couldn't.

In the academy for the Glory in the upper district of Hemtika, the study of swordsmanship was only the foundation of the basics, and the ancient language used by the ancestors was only an elective course in the cultural curriculum, and the real major course was not anything else, but a political course including law, economics, conspiracy, and rule—and he clearly recognized himself at that time...... He is a stupid thing that is selfish and not selfish enough, and he will never be able to become a real ruler, and he will never be able to rely on the system to make a difference.

He was a warrior and only a warrior.

Corbock, Aina, Hansen –

And all those who trust Him, are willing to shed their blood for Him, and are willing to sacrifice for Him.

He couldn't let it go.

If we continue to wait, there will undoubtedly be more and more people who have gone out to hunt and will return, and there will be more and more people who want to unite under his banner, but ...... Time was running out for Corbock...... From the time of awakening stigma, it usually disappeared without a trace in three to five days, although he still stubbornly believed that it was not death, but the weight on one side of the scale was so heavy that even he couldn't believe his tried and tested instincts.

Everyone has only one life.

Although she often relies on her own abilities and fates in battle, this does not mean that Amy is unaware of the preciousness of life.

So...... It was then that he ascended to the altar.

Containing the distractions that had sprung up in his heart, the young Gloryman withdrew his gaze from the crowd below the steps and cleared his throat, suppressing the occasional cacophony below.

"Ladies and gentlemen, time is running out for us—"

He said straight to the point, perhaps because he had confronted the old rulers who had flowed from the great source of chaos, and his voice was not loud, but it had an extraordinary courage: "That monster, that terrible monster that has been conceived from the hearts of greedy people, has stretched out its claws towards us, at our friends. ”

There was a short pause.

Although he intuitively denied the connection between the disappearance and the greedy demon king, this did not prevent the Glory One from putting his hat on his head: "It is true that it is the demon king of all directions, it is the monster that once destroyed a city, it is an enemy we cannot fight, it is a terrible existence like a natural disaster-"

"But is that why we are cowardly, is that why we run away, is this why we bury our heads in the sand like ostriches, and ignore everything!"

Amy Ulysses raised her voice.

"No, it's not. He paused, his gaze swept over the silent crowd, and he could feel, feel the indomitable will forged in their hearts by darkness, of suffering, of depression, of despair, "and—never will!"

"We are the ones who bear the sword, the ones who preside over the sword. ”

"It is our duty to fight evil, it is our duty to sweep away the darkness, and the strength of the enemy and the horror of the enemy are never an excuse for us to retreat. ”

"A moment of weakness, a moment of compromise, in exchange for a lifetime of stains. ”

The young Glory Man organizes language and speeches, and although he has studied systematically in the academy, he is really not good at it: "What's more, ask yourself—"

"Can we, really let it go, let go of this monster that fooled us?"

"—cowardly let go of this demon who killed our brothers, our companions?"

"—Do you cowardly let go of this evil that has sacrificed tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of people?"

"-Tell me, tell me your answers!"

Amy Ulysses' voice is calm, but it has a stirring power.

That's right, it's an ability—the ability held by one of the Awakened Stigmata members of his warband, although not very stable and with very fluctuating effects, is indeed an ability that directly interferes with the spirit.

And it's not alone.

In the midst of the crowd, he also arranged for his people.

Then, a voice sounded:

"N-no!"

Taking this as an opportunity, the deliberately created atmosphere was detonated, and the long-standing depression and despair were swept away, replaced by a fierce and brilliant will to fight.

Like a mountain, like a tsunami.

It's just a few dozen people, but they have their own prestige.

"Can't!"

As if the spring that had been pressed to the limit suddenly loosened its restraints, the cry of Qi Tian was deafening.

"But I must admit—"

The atmosphere was a little more violent than initially expected, but there was nothing surprising or moving for the Glory One, who only made a gesture of false pressing with his hands spread out with that cold and detached countenance, and then did not speak again until the camp was quiet again.

"The enemy is the demon king of the four directions who once caused trouble, the enemy is far more powerful than we can deal with, we are just a group of insignificant little ants to it, trampled to death, and we will not even look at the little ants. ”

"I ......"

"There is not the slightest certainty that it will be defeated. ”

He revealed the truth, not on the basis of the virtue of honesty, but after giving hope to the reservist sword-bearers, he ruthlessly smashed them, forced them to the edge of a precipice with no good to speak of, made them abandon the last vestiges of luck in their hearts, made them realize the cruelty of the future, and then ...... Willingly become a part of the legion, become a part of the silent dedication, do not ask for it, and be a part of the oppression.

Squeeze their power, squeeze the points they earn, and act as a bait to attract the spirits of the fallen on the way to defeat the Demon King, and ruthlessly abandon them.

And all this, he only needs to move his mouth, give an illusory hope, and attach a noble name.

Amy Ulysses hates herself and her despicable deeds - but she has no choice, people are always involuntary under the majestic fate, and they always need to compromise in order to win.

Unfortunately, he is not noble, so there is no way to convince himself.

"I can't promise you anything," the young Glory Man sighed, his blue eyes slightly dimmed, "our battle may be worthless, our resistance may be a futile struggle, our determination may be a worthless fool in the eyes of that being—and even more, all our efforts, all our actions...... It's just sending people to death. ”

Filled with a helpless heroic twilight, he lowered his voice.

"So, I'm not going to force it. ”

"I want you to give, I want you to sacrifice, I want you to fight a war with little hope—"

It was indeed not a forcible request, but the boy from Hemtika knew that it would only be worse than a forcible one, because he, because of fate, did not give the option of refusing at all.

If you want to live, if you want not to be disappeared, you can only fight.

This is the consensus in everyone's minds.

And he stopped expanding the army during this time, and the speech he is making now is only taking advantage of the environment and the people's will to retreat into advance, so as to seize the maximum benefits.

That's all.

So, Amy Ulysses pursed her lips and raised her arms.

"So-"

"Let him who forsakes all things enter into this gate. ”