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Episode 558 I will give you permission (2)

The commanding officers of the Artrode Army all turned pale as they watched the conscripts fall.

"What, what are you guys doing! Get up! Get up and fight!"

The cavalry moved in with weapons drawn, to intimidate the conscripts.

However, as soon as the poison slingered, the conscripts all fled as if crawling on the ground. Instead, they ended up hiding behind the Rutanian army.

The Artrode Army command was confused. They had never expected such a development.

"… … How, how can this be?"

"It's not like we're suppressing any rebellious peasants… … ."

"What should I do?"

At first it was good because they thought the other person was sticking with them as they intended.

No matter how weak the conscripts are, if their numbers increase to thousands or tens of thousands, they can capture knights.

That's the power of numbers. They tried to harness that power.

He tried to inflict damage on the Rutanian army even by killing all the conscripts.

However, the opponent showed the leeway to spare the enemy. The conscripts surrendered voluntarily due to the gap that could not be overcome.

Jiselle walked forward with a ferocious grin. There were no more conscripts blocking his path.

"Why? Did you think I could kill everyone you wanted?"

In war, Giselle is the most resolute person. She will not let anyone stand in her way.

Because that's war.

But if he could quickly kill the commander and end the battle, or force the enemy to surrender, it was always Giselle who did so.

Because you can reduce the damage to your allies and also take control of enemy troops.

So even now, if you can avoid killing, do it.

I also didn't like being dragged along by the enemies' intentions.

"If I commit massacre here, people will keep coming to block my way. Right?"

Now, the Artrode army was short on manpower. Even if they lost here, it wouldn't be so bad if all the conscripts died.

Because they can keep subjugating the kingdom's citizens under the pretext that if they don't fight, they will die.

To begin with, human lives had no value to the Salvationists. That is why they sacrificed people to create division.

"I'm not interested in killing weaklings."

If that's what the other person wants, I don't want to listen even more.

So we need to show that this kind of trickery is useless.

"Everyone, get up and make way. You are blocking the advance. Run away, and I will give you permission."

Giselle's low but firm voice reached everyone.

The conscripts jumped up and ran to the side. Anyone who saw them would have thought they were all citizens of Lutania.

Now the road was clear. The Rutanian army gathered and formed ranks.

The Rutanian army that had been waiting in the rear also began to move slowly.

Heeeeeeeeeing!

The Black King came running out with a long howl. Jiselle immediately mounted him and pulled out the spear attached to her saddle.

"From now on, anyone who stands in my way will die."

Chaang! Chaang! Chaang!

The knights and the assault troops dropped their spears and drew their swords. The mobile troops turned their spear blades and put them back on their pikes.

Artrodegun could do nothing but watch the scene.

The remaining Artrode Army had only 20,000 armed soldiers. They were frightened by the overwhelming difference in strength.

The fact that all of the friendly conscripts surrendered and fled also had a great impact on their morale.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

Jiselle started to run away riding the Black King. The superhumans and the Lutanian army followed her.

The commanders of the various fortresses were gathered at the Artrode Army Command. The highest ranking among them, Marquis Tabok, shouted.

"Stop it! Fight with your life!"

The person who said those words turned around and ran away. The knights escorted him.

Then, the other fortress commanders and magicians around them also started to run away, because they realized that they could never win.

The soldiers who were about to run out looked at this sight with bewildered expressions. Their morale was already low, and now even their commanders were running away!

They were not even the main force of the kingdom. They had less experience and training than the elite soldiers who had left for the kingdom of Grimwell. They were only slightly better than conscripts.

Seeing them quickly becoming agitated and confused, Jiselle shouted loudly.

"If you don't want to fight, get out of the way!"

Kwaaaaah!

Jiselle's spear was engulfed in red light. From now on, anything that blocked her path was doomed to fail.

The Artrode soldiers immediately dodged to the side. Even the commanders had fled, so there was no reason to fight.

The ranks of the Artrode Army split and a path was created.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo!

Jiselle ran straight down that road.

"Everyone, collect your prisoners and stand by!"

The Rutanian army that had been following those words stopped immediately. They surrounded the Atrode army and disarmed them.

Only Giselle was chasing the fleeing commanders and magicians.

"Kongiya, let's run as fast as we can for the first time in a while."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Without using amplification, Jiselle's mana was a bright red. The mana overflowed and enveloped the Black King's body.

Tututututututu!

The sound of the Black King's horse's hooves grew rougher. Jiselle and the Black King, who had become a single ray of red light, were shot out.

Kwaaaaang!

It was the return of the bloody demon that had ravaged the northern barbarians.

Marquis Tabok, who had ridden away first, glanced back and was terrified.

A figure wrapped in red energy was approaching at incredible speed, looking like an incarnation of a demon soaked in blood.

Who on earth called the Church of Salvation the devil?

One who has destroyed countless fortresses and is determined to destroy this kingdom.

In his eyes, that was the real devil.

"Hey, stop it! Stop that demon!"

The fleeing wizards and knights realized that they could not shake off the pursuit.

However, thanks to the gathering of several troops, the number of knights and magicians combined was close to 100.

Because all the knights escorting the fortress commander were gathered there.

Unfortunately, all of them are low in circles and cannot use high circle magic, but there are still 20 magicians.

First, the wizards unleashed all their magical power towards Giselle.

Paaaaaaaah!

Fireballs shot out from their hands. There was no real expectation that the attack would work. The idea was that it would only slow down the enemy.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

Jiselle did not dodge the magic. He took it with his body. Naturally, his speed did not decrease at all and he did not suffer any injuries.

"Hee, heek!"

The wizards were terrified. Even the most superhuman of people would be shocked to some extent if they were exposed to open magic.

But the opponent was running towards me as if nothing had happened even though he was hit by the magic. Even if people are superhumans, how could they say such things!

"Here, I'm catching up!"

At someone's shout, the knights finally turned their horses and drew their swords.

The escort knights all gritted their teeth and rushed towards Giselle.

The opponent was a superhuman, but there were many of them. I had no choice but to pin my hopes on that one thing.

Jiselle swung her spear sharply with her red eyes shining.

Kwaaaaang!

"Kwaaah!"

The knights screamed and their bodies burst apart.

Even if they were knights, the ones left in the fortress couldn't have been of high level. Almost all of them were junior knights. The captain leading the escort group was barely intermediate level.

So there was no way to stop Giselle's attack. More than half of the knights died in just one move.

But Jiselle didn't stop and kept running.

The knights who survived thanks to being left behind thought it was fortunate and tried to escape in all directions.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

That is, until Jiselle summoned her magic spears and fired them in all directions.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

"Keuk… … ."

The knights and wizards who tried to escape were pierced by the magic spear and all died.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

Jiselle continued to run without looking back. Despite having started much earlier, the commanders eventually caught up to her.

"Ugh! Ha, I surrender!"

Scratch!

"Please save me!"

Scratch!

"Now, just a moment!"

Scratch!

Jiselle swung her spear and cut off the heads of the commanders. In the end, the only one left was Marquis Tabok.

As soon as Giselle was right behind him, he jumped down from his horse.

"Uh-huh-huh-huh!"

Kkudangtang!

Marquis Tabok rolled on the floor. He did this because he was so scared.

"Duke! I am a high-ranking noble of the kingdom! Stop! Let's talk! Let's negotiate!"

Jiselle glared at him with a ferocious smile.

"How dare you do something like that in front of me? Do you think you can achieve anything by sending out soldiers like that?"

Jiselle loves war. She enjoys competing, even risking her life.

But that doesn't mean he enjoyed slaughter. On the contrary, he detested the killing of weak people who had nothing to do with war.

In his previous life, Ferdium had massacred everyone, including the elderly and children who could not fight.

Jiselle saw the corpses with her own two eyes. She still remembered the pain and anger.

But how dare you force yourself to do that?

The Marquis of Tabok did not understand what Giselle was saying. He begged for his life.

"I! I was just following orders to protect the kingdom! Isn't this what war is all about? Treat me like a noble!"

Jiselle looked down at Marquis Tabok with cold eyes. What on earth do these guys think of this war?

Do you still believe that you can survive by talking about the customs of the nobility?

"It seems like your war is about pushing the weak into a corner."

Jiselle's spear went up high.

"My war is to destroy the Salvation Church and all those who join hands with them."

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Phew!

A spear wrapped in red aura split the head of Marquis Tabok in half.

That was the end of the battle. It was a vain end, fitting for someone who had tried to catch Giselle's ankle by making a shallow move without even knowing the subject.

When Jiselle returned, the Artrode soldiers had already been disarmed and taken prisoner.

"Send them to the rear with some troops to reorganize."

Anyway, the soldiers don't know anything and just follow orders. Those who survive will be used again for security and reconstruction work.

The Rutanian army began to advance again. There was no one to stop them.

The Allied Forces were also advancing smoothly. Their power was incomparable to begin with. The Artrode Army was just wasting time.

Now all that was left to do was eliminate the remaining defenders in the capital.

Jiselle turned her head and looked towards the Kingdom of Grimwell.

'Is the holy relic... ... more important to you than this war?'

I still couldn't understand that. That he was so obsessed with the relics that he even resorted to more unfavorable strategies.

That weighed a little heavy on Jiselle's mind.

Because it felt like there was still some secret he didn't know about.

He touched the saint's necklace without realizing it.

* * *

"Kuhhhhhh… … ."

In the great battle at the castle of Grimwell, Gatros was laughing while covered in blood.

The remaining two of the three pillars of the kingdom were also very strong. However, they could not handle the overwhelming power of the Salvation Church and the Arthrod Army.

Eventually, they succeeded in invading the palace and capturing the king.

"If you had just said that, I would have killed you peacefully."

In front of the muttering Gator, King Grimwell was dead with his stomach pierced. However, Gator did not even glance at the corpse.

"Yes, this is it. This will be right."

He was looking at the bracelet in his hand with raptured eyes.

It was a very plain bracelet, which made me feel more confident.

Because I've already seen the necklace in the Kingdom of Rutania.

There is no way such a trivial thing could be a royal secret. And yet, the Kingdom of Grimwell kept it carefully.

"If this really is the saint's bracelet… … ."

You will be able to find the true 'king' who led the Salvation Church.

No, even if they don't find him, the king will eventually come looking for them.

That was precisely the 'drawing' of this holy relic.

However, we must confirm whether it is the real relic. If we had the Holy Grail, it would be easy to confirm whether it is the real thing, but it had already been stolen by the Duke of Fenris.

Gatros shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"Bring me the ones who will be sacrificed immediately! I will awaken the power of the holy relic with the blood of ten thousand people!"

He was barely able to suppress his feelings of rage.

I had been feeling anxious ever since my failure in Rutania. In the midst of all that, I finally obtained what was presumed to be a holy relic, so I couldn't calm down easily.

Of course, there was also the worry that this might not be a sacred relic. Expectations and worries were constantly clashing in his mind.

"No, just kill everyone in this capital! Don't let anything be lacking! Don't leave even a single breathing insect! Collect all the blood!"

Gatros' mad cries filled the arena.

Soon, the priests of the Salvation Church created a huge magic circle in the center of the capital city of Grimwell.

and....

A massacre began, killing everyone living here.