Caerleon Battle 3
"The–Aesir?"
Uriel's voice seemed to be caught in his throat. Not knowing whether to be surprised or to be discouraged suddenly seeing the presence of Aesir with the opponents. His vocal cords were also being restrained due to the energy pressure of the Aesir who was walking alone from the separating line.
Instantly he wanted to turn into a loser and escape from the war that had not yet occurred as quickly as possible.
However, before she could regain the strength to move her legs, Herrera nudged her shoulder and then raised her index finger to point at two figures who completely covered their bodies with long dark robes, standing still near a tree from the direction of the Chaotic Plains.
"Those three figures have different powers. I can feel it from afar."
The information given by Herrera made Uriel even more panicked and felt threatened. He knew what the magical girl meant.
Three.
The three Aesir came with an army of barbarians.