Not ideal.

Despite slaying a High Demon Lord, Amy Ulysses knew full well that they, the enemies of their new sword-wielders, were never one or two High Demons, and that the intensity of the battle would never be as comfortable as it is today.

And with the gradual deepening of the night, especially after entering the polluted area infested by the black goat group, when the big sword bearers and the veterans of the sword wielder brigade have no time to care, the somewhat thin defense line of the Holy Cult Army will definitely be infiltrated into a sieve by the high demons or black goats, and at that time, the new sword bearers he led are about to face the most severe test.

If they meet this test in their current state, if their growth stops there, then ...... Everything points to disaster.

With a soft sigh, the young Glory Man flipped through the battle damage report—limited to the two hundred or so nascent sword-wielders under his command, of course.

The end of the previous battle, as hasty and abrupt as its arrival, almost at the same time as Amy slew the suspected lord-level demon, the originally orderly demon army collapsed in an instant, those demons whose bodies were infected by darkness and chaos, those whose minds were dominated by blind foolishness, were completely dominated by instinct.

And that's just the beginning of the chaos.

They, these demons, demons of different species, still do their own thing when the enemy of order is at their side, showing the foolish nature of chaos.

But the end of the battle has nothing to do with their infighting, simply because...... The ethereal and melodious song of the chants rang out again, and the divine light from the omniscient and all-powerful Lord scattered from the heavenly vault, and the evil creatures close to the chaos prostrated to the ground, shrouded in gentle light, and let out moving weeps, and then they were burned out of shape, burned out of will, and reduced to clusters of ashes.

Victory came so suddenly, so easily.

But as a leader, the young Glory Man knew that his work was far from over.

Or rather, it's just getting started.

Counting the battle damage is just one of them, one of the insignificant silhouettes.

"Two people were killed, seventeen were wounded, and one was missing. Amy Ulysses skimmed through the array of supplies below him, and then closed the battle damage report, "The battle damage list of nearly twenty people is close to a tenth of our total, and this ...... It's just our first battle in the outskirts of Order, and the enemy is just a high-ranking demon. ”

He paused.

"I guess, you know what that means, right?"

His gaze swept over a group of people, familiar and unfamiliar.

It's meeting time, and although the expeditionary force has not stopped marching, as sword bearers, they have more or less privileges, even if they don't have a real establishment yet.

For example-

Can hold a squad-level meeting in a mobile tent pulled by the four-hoofed beast.

Those who are eligible to be among them are either the descendants of the Glory One themselves, or the temporary captains of each team, and it can be said unceremoniously that the team of more than twenty people represents the entire team of freshman sword wielders.

Twenty casualties, although only two of them were actually killed, and most of the seventeen wounded were wounded, but everyone knew how ugly the battle damage was, and knew more clearly what a terrible start it was.

The expeditionary force is like a precision instrument in operation, it is cold, efficient, and ruthless, and it will not stop and wait because of the casualties of their little people, and it will not change its strategy.

Since they will be injured in the first battle, then in the second battle that follows, they are likely to be injured and injured, if the situation does not improve, under the accumulation of time and injuries, it is not as difficult as imagined for a person to be completely crushed.

But fortunately, it is now in the suburbs of order, in the weak zone of the deepest night, and the Holy Cult Army alone is enough to deal with those swarming demons and a few high-level demons mixed in with it.

They have the time to summarize and reflect, and to take the necessary rest.

"I have to be responsible for that. ”

Webster was the first to admit his mistake: "If we can judge the situation clearly, split up a reserve team for rotation, and control everyone's enthusiasm for fighting, we can at least reduce the number of wounded by more than half." ”

The sword wielder, even if it is only a sword wielder at the level of one seal, is not trivial, and when facing most demons, he has the advantage of crushing the first level, and the reason why he will play such an ugly casualty rate in such an all-round advantageous game is naturally multifaceted.

The first time he faced the High Demon Lord, especially the High Demon Lord with a certain amount of wisdom and intellect, suddenly ate that round of invisible sound waves, and suddenly met the violent wind blade that cut the earth, the newborn sword wielders who were not prepared had a lot of damage, at least the reason why the two war dead died in battle was inseparable from it.

Another influencing factor is the lack of experience in battle formations.

With no sense of physical strength at all, and no sense of control over one's desire to kill, when the battle is prolonged, and when the number of enemies does not decay after a long battle, then it is bound to be dragged into both physical and mental exhaustion.

This is extremely dangerous.

Although there were no war dead, most of the wounded were present at this stage, and it is indeed necessary to reflect accordingly.

It's just that...... It should not be Webster alone, but everyone who is present or not.

Hence the introspection of Webster, the young glorifier just shook his head.

"There's no need for that. "Our real test is in the depths of the deepest night, when we get there, when we get there, it's fatigue anyway, and we have to learn to adapt." ”

"So what are we going to do?" the question swirled in turn, and almost as soon as his voice fell, someone asked.

"Don't ask me that question. Amy Ulysses could naturally give a series of suggestions, but it wasn't what he wanted, so he just pointed to his head, "I should ask you, ask each of you here—we still have time, so there's no need to be in such a hurry, think about it, the team will discuss it, and at this time tomorrow, give me a good talk about your thoughts." ”

The advice of others can only be deeply realized after self-fermentation, and the Glorious One knows this, so he has set aside time for the new sword bearers in front of him, to think, no, it should be time for growth.