Violent reverberations hit the brain, and a faint but close whisper lingered in my ears.

Who am I?

The eyes that tried to open were black iron gauntlets smeared with mottled blood, sharp and hideous metal protecting his fingers, the back of his hand, and the outside of his forearm, which was firmly tied to his arm with brown leather and leather straps on the inside. With a slow flick of the wrist and fingers, the tingling sensation was transmitted back. Well, here's my hand......

Where am I?

The field of vision gradually expanded, and the small wooden table in front of me were filled with sharp spears, small round shields, swords, daggers, and maces. In the corner of the table were bows and arrows and quivers full of feathered arrows. The dirt beneath his feet was solid and hard, and the iron boots, shins, and spurs forged from black iron were hideous and evil.

What am I doing?

The loud knock on the brain became clearer, and it was gradually recognized as a reverberating horn. Later, a clear voice came into my ears......

"Griffith. ”

"Griffith Cadet Knight!"

"Hey, Squad Leader II, wake up!"

The pitch rises slightly, accompanied by the sound of tapping from his own shoulder armor.

"Uh-huh, what?" The midshipman called Griffith was blankly aware that it was his name, but not all of himself. All kinds of chaotic memories are mixed together, and he can't sketch his own image.

"What?" Standing beside her was a tall, bright-looking young woman, dressed in finely crafted golden armor and raising her thin eyebrows, "What?

Griffith's mind cleared up a little, and he subconsciously touched his breastplate, then grabbed his weapon and draped it on his body: "I'm a little dizzy~"

"Huh?!You're not dizzy anymore, okay?" the girl in front of her shook her head, her flaming red hair swaying in a ponytail behind her head, "Come to your senses, pick up your weapon, and attack!"

Without waiting for Griffith to agree, the red-haired girl shoved the black iron helmet into Griffith's arms, raised her right hand, and "snapped" the face of the midshipman who was half a head taller than herself.

Griffith, who had been hit twice, immediately walked out of the camp with a large pile of weapons and followed the red-haired girl out of the tent.

"Second Assault Squadron Leader Valkyrie, take your men to the right flank and hide under the slope behind the infantry," an officer in a red wool cloak rode past the two men.

"Order received," the red-haired Valkyrie Squadron Leader nodded, dragging Griffith, who didn't know what to do, to the two warhorses.

"Okay, whether you're sober or not, there's no time for you to adjust slowly~" Valkyrie held his helmet with one hand, patted Griffith's shoulder with the other, and tilted his head at him, "Get on your horse, grab your spear, and make a surprise attack as usual, as long as you knock down the guy on the other side, we can return ...... Ah, it's bad luck to say that before the war. ”

Griffith's body moved on its own, and he stepped onto the tall and majestic black war horse in front of him as naturally as if he were eating and sleeping. The horses also wore black visors and cuirasses. With sharp ramming horns on his forehead, menacing like a monster in the dark, he waited silently for his rider to pull the reins and trot after Valkyrie and her mount.

Wow~ I don't know exactly what happened, but everything seems to be going naturally.

The breeze passed through the gaps in the visor, sending a faint smell of air into the nostrils. His mind, which had been cloudy just a moment ago, cleared up, and Griffith passed through the crowded camp.

White tents were arranged in an orderly manner on both sides of the straight road, and each junction was marked with the name of a nearby squadron and where it led ahead. On the five- or six-meter-high wooden tower, soldiers waved green and red flags to stop or let the passing procession pass.

Infantry clad in bronze and iron armor lined up in neat formations, armed with spears and life-size shields, and short swords hanging from their waists, and calmly crossed the straight road. Their helmets are adorned with bright red, bright yellow and white feathers, and they travel like a sea of colors.

The sound of the trumpet, which was still echoing in my head just now, had long since stopped, and the running mounted officers occasionally gave loud and clear commands, and the troops who received the order simply responded loudly and continued to move quietly.

Griffith followed Valkyrie through the camp, where they were joined by neatly draped armored cavalry until they reached the exit on the side of the camp, from where they rode along a slope for a few moments before stopping in a large flat clearing.

Dozens of horsemen and women, as young as Griffith, saluted the red-haired female knight on their horses. Several people greeted Griffith with smiles on their faces.

"Prepare for battle," Valkyrie waved to the side, "are the priests here?"

"Trainee nun Christa is already in place, and the herald has just come to inform her that the high priest is at the infantry man's place, and it is too late to come. ”

"Uh-huh~" Valkyrie nodded, "Christa, come to the front, bless the front row of the squadron, and skip the rest." ”

A beautiful girl with petite blonde hair ran through the crowd to the front of the line. She wore a glittering silver chain mail over her blue robes, and held a book almost the size of her upper body, and softly chanted the blessing of a stream as clear as water.

Griffith, who was standing in the front row, suddenly found himself wrapped in a warm glow, and both himself and his mount felt a sense of lightness.

It's amazing. What kind of power is this?

"The elegance of the wind, shelter, the carrying. ”

The blonde girl chanting the blessing finished her job and nodded to the squadron leader, gasping softly and looking in Griffith's direction with her large, emerald crystal eyes.

She's looking at me?

"Na~ Griffith, when this battle is over, I want to go to Beyeland with Christa," a tall brown-haired cavalryman poked Griffith with his elbow and nodded six times on his chest with a smile, "When I have enough meritorious promotions, I will confess to Krysta!"

Griffith was reflecting on the effect of the blessing. He felt that his movements had become more agile and dexterous, and at the same time his strength had increased dramatically, and he somehow felt that he would hand in good luck. He thought for a moment and remembered that the brown-haired horseman's name was Golona, and he was one of the admirers of the beautiful trainee nun.

"502nd Cavalry Wing, move!" came a thunderous roar in the distance above the slope, followed by shouts and slogans, and the heavy and dense sound of horses' hooves rolled in.

At the same time, fireballs trailing long flames flew across the sky, heading for the distance they could not see.

A red banner appeared on the slope near the cavalry ranks, waving vigorously at them.

"Armored cavalry, forward!" Valkyrie put on his golden helmet, put down his armor, and leaped forward with his golden cavalry spear raised. The armored cavalry followed closely behind, wrapped in a bewildered Griffith, and trotted in four columns from the hidden depression toward the slope on the other side.

Griffith's gaze moved up the arc of the slope a little bit, and he gradually saw the whole picture of the battlefield.

Thousands of infantry lined up in phalanxes and columns, their large square shields forming a wall-like battle line, as straight and smooth as butter cut by a knife. A huge battle formation that stretched for miles was guided by flying flags and marched forward. The horizontal team at the front held aloft an eagle banner wrapped in a pure gold garland, and the mere sight of it was a doubly courageous sight.

A heavy trebuchet, as tall as a giant in the story, is projecting meteorite-like fireballs from behind the battle line. Hundreds of fireballs streaked across the sky one after another, falling to the ground and igniting flames more than ten meters high. An invisible shockwave spread from the location of the explosion, sweeping away nearby trees and vague figures.

The cavalry squadron, which had been led by Valkyrie and hidden in the depression, maintained a column formation and made a detour to the right side of the wide battlefield. Several cavalry like them were advancing or fighting.

Some of the cavalry were not as armoured as Griffiths did, and when they approached the enemy, they jumped off their horses, drew their bows and spears, and rained their death on the opposite side. As the wall in front of them crumbled under the blow of the bow, another group of cavalry roared past and swooped down towards the gap in the battle line. Immediately afterward, from behind the opposite battle line, some huge bison-like monsters with jackal-like bodies and humanoid creatures on them slammed into the charging cavalry, letting out bursts of rage and screams.

"Good luck today!" shouted Golona to Griffith's right, the two of them less than the width of a horse, "there aren't many wolf cavalry, it would be nice if no one intercepted us all the time!"

The armored cavalry crossed most of the battlefield at a rapid pace, and the infantry of the brigade was no longer visible near Griffith. Hundreds of archers in light leather armor gathered not far from the squadron. They nimbly drew feathered arrows from their quivers behind their backs and threw a continuous rain of arrows forward.

The locust-like arrows covered the sky and the sun, and as they landed, screams came from the opposite position.

Griffith was trotting as he watched the archers' shots, when suddenly Valkyrie, on the far right of the line, shouted, "Ranged defense!"

The knights around him raised their small metal shields in their left hands to protect them diagonally, while leaning as low as possible to get closer to their horses.

As soon as the words fell, a storm of arrows washed over. Griffith, who was hiding behind his shield, heard a dense sound crashing on the shield like a summer shower pounding on the roof.

The archers of their own side, who were not too far away, let out a scream, and the archers who had been shooting rapidly just now fell in the blink of an eye like an autumn wheat field.

Valkyrie led her cavalry in a large circle to the right. The heavily armored cavalry indifferently parted from the sparse line of archers and advanced deeper.

"Hurrah!" the tsunami-like shouts startled Griffith and his mount, only to see the two streams of people in the center of the distant battlefield collide together, and several figures flew into the air.

"Squadron, stop!" Valkyrie raised his spear again, and the cavalry gathered their trotting mounts. At the same time, several columns of cavalry came from nearby, gathering together like streams that converge into a river, forming a dense formation.

"Prepare for an assault!" a red-robed commander rode to the front of the line, swinging his sword at the black-pressed crowd not far away.

The cavalry quickly spread out from column to column. Griffith suddenly noticed a small figure squeezing in behind his right.

This slender girl is also fully armored, holding a saber, and riding calmly on her horse. She turned her head slightly to meet Griffith's eyes and smiled at him.

"Dense formation!" the officers and knights gave the order one by one.

The young cavalrymen, all covered in iron, lowered their armor and approached each other, letting out a beastly roar, staring ahead.

The red-robed general's sword pointed forward and began to trot, a rainbow-like brilliance spreading from his long sword, enveloping him and the knights around him.

"Armored cavalry, forward!"

Hundreds, if not thousands, of armored horsemen began to trot, rushing like walls to the enemy's flanks and rear.

From the sky, it looks like a cold and glistening tide, roaring towards the shore. Along the way, a number of scattered monsters and warriors pounced on the wave, and then in the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

The first row of the trotting cavalry was armed with a rifle, and the last rows clenched their sabers and maces, maintaining a smooth line and tumbling forward.

"Flush with me!" shouted the red-robed general, the battle line of thousands of men like an extension of his hands and feet, "Bayeran——!"

"Bayeran - Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The cavalry wing began to charge on horseback.

"Boom!" the crowd in front of him was in a commotion. Griffith's vision of countless black humanoids through the gaps in his undulating helmets was like a festering anthill, crumbling in front of the cavalry, fleeing in all directions.

"Boom!" the cavalry column broke through the enemy's lines like a flood with a deafening roar. Griffith picked up the skull of a monster and then trampled several of his kind under the iron hooves of his horses.

It was only then that he could see the enemy's physiognomy clearly.

It is a creature that is slightly shorter than humans and has dark green skin. They have human-like hands and feet, but with sharp fangs protruding from their lips and ears like donkey's ears. These enemies are dressed in strange black and gray armor and armed with machetes, wooden shields, or spears.

Half-orcs. Griffith's brain, which had just become a little more normal, was a mess again, with all sorts of chaotic and conflicting information wrestling together.

Howling orcs, flame-clad marble columns and crumbling ruins, huge, twisted shadows emerging from the tumbling waves of fire...... All kinds of information gather in my mind, as if there is an illusory image, and the countdown hands of the clock are rolling towards the end.

A dark shadow emerged from the depths of his consciousness and slowly turned around. Griffith subconsciously felt that this person's identity was extremely important, and almost forgot that he was still on the battlefield, trying his best to see the true face of this dark shadow.

Suddenly, a 4 or 5 meter tall monster appeared in front of him. It was extremely strong, with strong muscles like rocks all over its body, and it swung a giant log towards the Squad Leader II.

"Huh?!!" Griffithon, who was still trying to see the true face of the mysterious man, flew out with his own warhorse and smashed into the ground on the side.

......

The violent tinnitus was frenzied, and Griffith got up dizzily, only to see a cavalryman with a spear crash into the troll that had just sent him flying, and fell into the mud together.

The cavalry columns were gone, and everywhere there were cries and screams of fighting.

"Woo!" a sharp voice rang out from behind him, and Griffith hurriedly turned, and two half-orc warriors in tattered clothes, armed with machetes and wooden shields, had already pounced not far from him.

The apprentice knight subconsciously sent his right hand forward, and the half-cut mounted spear immediately pierced the throat of one of the orcs. Just then, another orc flew over and stabbed Griffith in the head.

"Bell!" Griffith flickered, and the blade slammed into his shoulder armor and flew straight away. The apprentice knight drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed the terrified orc in the eye.

The two bodies fell to the ground almost simultaneously, black blood splattering from the gaps in their visors onto their eyes and mouths. Griffith immediately gagged, blinking as he pulled out his sword at his waist, looking for his next foe.

"Griffith!" Christa and another wounded cavalryman ran. They had lost their mounts, covered in dirt and blood, and still had sabers or half of their rifles in their hands.

"The wing broke through the line and rushed over, what should we do?" Christa's helmet flew somewhere when she fell from her horse just now, and her supple blonde hair was draped over her shoulders. She pointed to the side of the battlefield and said to the two, "There's a group of orcs coming towards us. ”

"We're here to stay," Griffith picked up a shield from the ground and held it in his hand, raising his sword aloft, "Move closer to me!"

On the muddy ground beside him, several horsemen who had been knocked off their horses were getting up from the ground, and two of them immediately ran towards Griffith, who was shouting. Several other people also gathered together in a small formation.

It's too late to assemble or retreat. A group of shouting orcs had been sent to support the defensive line here, but before they could arrive, the defense line was dissipated by the onslaught of the human cavalry, and the remaining two teams of foot cavalry in front of them were taken as their targets.

The five cavalry on foot immediately gathered back to back, forming a circle with swords and shields they could pick up.

“Waaaagaaaaah！”

One of the orcs was the fastest, leaping past its companion and slashing at Griffith. Before its axe could fall, Griffith stabbed it in the chest with a sword.

"Boom!" several orcs slammed into each other, smashing into the shields of Griffith and the cavalry beside him, making a loud noise that made people ring in their ears. Before they could stab each other, the orcs from behind pounced on them, squeezing their companions in the middle.

Rusty machetes and axes dangled in front of him, and Griffith seized the opportunity to stab a sword through the gap and plunge into the lower abdomen of an orc. The little monster immediately let out a scream, and his hands clenched at the blade that pierced him, and he twitched.

In the crowd, no matter how hard Griffith tried, his long sword could not be drawn. The screaming orcs were squeezed around by their companions and Griffith's shield, foaming blood like a pinched orange.

A spear stabbed through the crowd, and one of the horsemen standing beside Griffith was stabbed in the throat, and the tall warrior fell before he could even snort and crush on Christa in the back. The cavalrymen, who had already lost their breath, still clutched their shields in their hands, maintaining a standing posture under the crowd of front and back.

I don't know how much time passed, but the besieging orcs took a few steps back. Three dead cavalrymen and a dozen orc warriors lay layers upon layers of corpses on the ground. Another small group of cavalry in the distance had also been submerged in the sea of people.

Griffith didn't know how many weapons he had changed, he took a hatchet that God knows where he had snatched it, and stood guard back to back with the trainee nun. The panting orc soldier wiped the sweat from his head as he glared at the two men a few steps away.

Christa dropped the half-broken saber in her hand, and quickly removed the heavy book hanging from her waist, and tied it to the silver chains, on which there were four glittering corners. The holy book that had just been used to bless the cavalry turned into a terrifying shield full of fangs and teeth......

The blonde girl held her shield and gently rested her head on Griffith's shoulder. The two stood in silence, awaiting their final fate.

"Wan Sheng!"

The majestic war cry erupted again on the battlefield without knowing where it was. A brigade of infantry broke through the enemy's line from somewhere, and rushed towards the battlefield on this side under the leadership of the commander.

The orcs who had been besieging the cavalry immediately faltered, some screaming that they were going to kill Griffith, while the other had already begun to turn around and flee.

"The Light has given me courage,

"The Light has given me refuge,

"The light looks upon me and casts fear on the heads of the enemy......"

Griffith heard the soft prayer of the girl behind her. Christa suddenly picked up the chains in her hand and swept them around. Griffith shrank his head smartly, and then a flash of silver light tore a bloody path through the orcs around him.

The slender blonde girl didn't know where she got her strength, waving the holy book on a chain and flying in the center of the orc. The orc team that had been shouting just now scattered and fled in an instant.

"Don't stop, keep attacking!" several infantrymen had already broken through the line and came to Griffith's side, and one of the leading sergeants leaned close to his visor and shouted, "Follow us on...... Ahh

Before the sergeant could finish speaking, a sudden and violent tremor came from under his feet. A palm larger than the troll's body reached out from the ground and smashed the sergeant with a single blow.

"Beamon!"

"Beamon!"

The infantrymen in the storm let out a cry of terror and fell into a frantic rout in the face of the sudden monster. At the sound of this shout, the giant as tall as a hill broke through the earth. Its skin was as strong as bronze casting, its head was huge, its wheel-like eyes scanned the battlefield, and it turned to the infantry and cavalry around it with a blow.

What is this!, Griffith cried inwardly. Although he soon realizes that this is the legendary monster that hunts dragons. When his vision was obscured by a huge black shadow, the will tested by the fire of war still could not withstand such a sudden sight.

In the dark, it seems that I heard the sound of two dice falling to the ground. Immediately afterward, Griffith felt as if a crack had opened in his head, and chaos, evil, fear, and anger poured out.

His reason is being lost.

The legendary monster appeared without warning. The terrifying force sent a powerful shockwave, and Griffith was blown to the ground like grass in a raging wind. Most of the nearby comrades fell into fear and madness, some of them scattered and fled, and some of them held spears and charged at the giant beast, but the sharp spear head pierced the body of the giant beast and shattered instantly as if it had hit the city wall.

The terrifying beast swept across with a wave of wall-like arms, and the chaotic infantry brigade immediately let out a continuous sound of bone cracking, and all the soldiers who were hit flew into the sky in pieces and fell to the ground. It sounded like hail in Griffith, and fear and nausea spurted from his stomach.

A detachment of cavalry returned to the battlefield. They had just broken through the line and were about to lay siege to the enemy army that was still holding out, when they ran head-on into the devastating attack of the legendary creatures. Some of the cavalry fled screaming, others crashing into them out of inertia.

Screams and crackling shatters echoed in the air.

Too...... It's horrible...... I'm dreaming!

My ribs are broken...... It hurts...... What the hell it hurts!

Griffith's whole body trembled. The armor of his whole body was useless in the face of Beamon's sweep, and the mere rubbing by the wind crushed his internal organs.

Griffith was foaming at the bloody froth, desperately pulling on the dirt as he could to escape from the battlefield.

At this moment of despair, a brilliant golden light appeared in front of him.

"Gefei, hold on, I'm coming!" Chrysta ran towards Griffith with her supple blonde hair, still chanting healing magic.

The warm heat immediately enveloped Griffith's body, and he felt as safe and calm as he was soaking in warm water. All he could see was Christa's bright face and brilliant blonde hair.

Yes...... Is this a goddess!

"Smack!"

A gust of wind swept in front of him, and the trainee nun who had just been in front of him disappeared immediately.

"Christa!" Griffith heard Golona's familiar and frightened shout, and then he saw the nun's broken limbs fall to the ground. The head, which had been separated from its body, rolled in front of Griffith, its big blue eyes still staring at him.

Griffith chuckled inwardly, as if something important had shattered.

Beamon kicked at the cavalry that came to support, and the three or four cavalrymen who couldn't dodge immediately turned into a mass of broken flesh.

"Die!" Golona nimbly dodged the blow and leaped from his horse, swooping down Beamon's arm toward the corner of its vision. A few dozen steps further would have him been able to pierce the beast's one-eye.

I'm going to distract this monster...... Griffith almost crushed his teeth, but with all his strength he stood, grabbed a throwing spear and threw it at the beast.

"Bang!"

The spear smashed into the wall-like chest. The Beamon beast raised his left hand and slapped it hard, and Golona, who was sprinting on his right arm, turned into a puddle of flesh on the spot like a mosquito that had been killed.

"Uh!!" Griffiths took a step back in horror as he saw the heroic Golona being smashed. Fear had spread throughout his body. The apprentice knight with black lines on his face took a few steps back and fell to the ground with a thud.

Christa's head lay quietly at his hand, the beautiful light in his eyes extinguished.

"Vomit!" Griffith vomited, as if he was about to vomit out his stomach.

No, no......

How is this something that humanity can overcome......

Then again...... What the hell am I doing in this place?