The Eighth Legion splashed the first wave of the enemy and retreated from the fleet that was circling the hinterland.

　He thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but Ein God, as I suspected, was not so easy.

　He is trying to finish it before the rain stops.
　They showed no signs of slowing down their offensive.
　The enemy forces were boldly attacking us.

　In order to counter the enemy's second line of defense, I dropped Lilith and Günther's troops and brought up a squad of dragon men and human mercenaries to the front line instead.

''The battle still lasts a long time, I want to preserve the main force.

　I said that to Lilith, who let out a voice of dissatisfaction at the order to move backwards, and gave her words of exertion.

　Lilith still seemed unhappy, but I asked her to back off silently, and now I was on the front line.

　I'm basically the type to stand on the front lines, but this might be the first time I've stuck out so far.
　It was so rare that Giron was paying attention to me.

'Dude, don't you think you're sticking out too much?　If anything happens to your husband, the Eighth Legion will be destroyed.

If we don't, they'll be devastated without me. It's the only way to prevent the devastation.

　I assured him and ordered Giron to step back.
　But Giron stubbornly refuses.

"I'm incompetent as a general and a fighter. But I'm your husband's loyal vassal. You will not die before your master!

　He scolded his shaking legs and followed behind me.

　I looked at Jiron again, but I didn't have time to thank him.

　The second wave of the enemy army was arriving.
　I was lost as I looked at the approaching enemy soldiers.
　It was because I had developed a sense of compassion at this point in time.

　The first thing I thought about was how to drive them back without taking their lives.

　But I didn't have the strength to do such a dexterous trick.
　With that regret, I chanted my magic.
　Although the chanting took a long time due to the secret art of ancient magic, its power was commendable.


　The forbidden magic described in the forbidden book called the Book of Furious Black Flame, the


Efreet Nova.


　spell.


　When he finished chanting that spell, the green meadow transformed into a reddish-red hellscape.
　Here and there, pillars of fire rose up, burning and scorching people.
　Anything that touched the pillar of fire would instantly burst into flames and become a fireball.
　They literally turned to ashes and disappeared from this earth without leaving a single bone in their wake.

　The rain around the pillar of fire quickly evaporated, and some soldiers must have been severely burned by the steam.

　That's how powerful the magic was, but that didn't stop the onslaught of the enemy army.

　The enemy army was relentlessly attacking me.

　A storm of arrows fired by the enemy soldiers attacked me, but it was the spear of the dragon man, Sigan, that repelled them.

　He shouted as he used his stiff spear to dispel an arrow that was going to pierce me.

''Master Ike, are you alright?''

You saved my life.

　I said that and turned back to Jiron.

　I hoped I hadn't been hit by a stray arrow right now, but fortunately, Jiron was also unharmed.

　He was quite a lucky man, but when he saw the large number of arrows stuck in front of him, his face paled.

''Dude, I still think you should step back a bit more and take command, don't you?''

　Giron will proceed as such, but my will remains the same.

''The generals of the Eighth Legion may show their backs to their allies, but they don't show their backs to the enemy. That's why they all put their lives in the hands of youngsters like me. How can I change that now?

　Besides,'' I continued, releasing my second forbidden spell of the day.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one. I'm not going to be able to get to know you. All hands on deck.

　As soon as I say that, I release the Sunlight (Solar Ray) magic from my palm.

　The sunshine from my palm became a straight streak and skewered hundreds of enemy soldiers.

　It was a sinful thing, but it was also the way of the battlefield.

　As many of my allies, the members of the Eighth Legion, died as I had sprouted mercy.

　I couldn't afford to cut corners here, even if the enemy called me a monster or a demon.

　While releasing as many forbidden spells as could be cast, I took command and waited for my allies to arrive.

　That ally was not Lilith and the others.
　It wasn't even Cephiro's army that was supposed to be in the north.

　He thought it was time for the troops commanded by the golden-haired woman who had infiltrated the royal capital with him the other day to come in for reinforcements.

　Of course, Alistair of the White Rose Knights was not from the Demon King's Army.

　The other day, she did offer to help the Demon King's army, but they didn't trust each other yet.

　However, I still had faith that she would come to me.

　I've taken such a reckless gamble, and it looks like I've won the bet.

　If I look, I can hear something like a scream from the rear of the enemy forces.

　It seems that Alistair, accompanied by the White Rose Knights who were waiting in the rear, came around to the rear of the enemy forces.

　She was straddling a pure white horse and charging forward while raising her sword.
　Seeing that figure, Jiron couldn't help but speak out.

''Ta, thank God.''

　Those words were also the words I wanted to say.
　The participation of the White Rose Knights here is nothing but good luck for us.
　She is carrying the new weapon I invented and burying the enemy army one by one.
　Seeing this, Jiron asked me.

''Sir, what is that?''

That one?　That's a dragoon.

'Dragoon?　What is that, that's the dragon knight?

The Chinese characters and the meaning are different, but that's right, they're dragon riders.

　A dragon rider (dragoon) is a knight who runs a dragon - not a
　In a previous life, it was a horseman with a small gun.
　It was a cavalryman with a musket or rifle.

　Of course, there are no muskets 'yet' in this world, but there are flintlock guns.

　It's also possible to organize dragon horsemen.

　In fact, in the previous life, a warlord named Date Masamune used cavalrymen with flintlocks and gained great success in battle.

　There's no rule that says I can't copy that.
　I would use whatever I could. That was my policy.

"I see the logic, but how can you shoot a gun in the rain?

"The gun is truncated in the barrel. That's why I can put it in my pocket. They'll all have their raincoats on.

'I see, but you can't fire a second shot on horseback, can you? And you can't load it.

There is no need for a second shot. The role of the dragon cavalry is to raid the enemy, shower the enemy with bullets and then cut through the enemy lines. In short, after firing a single shot, throw away the gun and replace it with a sword or spear. So there's no problem.

　As I said that, the White Rose Knights led by Alistair had finished the first blow and were charging in.

　The enemy lines were neatly sliced in half.

''That's quite a leadership move.''

It doesn't sound like the daughter your husband had beaten to a pulp before, does it?

　Jiron teases, but even Alistair wouldn't want to be told that much by the orc who had paled earlier.

　I am.

Don't ever say that in front of him. Anyway, now is the time to attack. We will surround and destroy one of the enemy's armies when it's cut in half. Tell the Eighth Army to do the same.

　As soon as I gave that order, the Eighth Legion encircled the enemy's forces with a flawless action.

　It was so quick that it was hard to believe that the corps had been forced into an inferior position a moment ago.
　The Eighth Legion, which surrounded the enemy army, quickly annihilated the enemy soldiers.
　The enemy army, which had fallen into chaos, could no longer maintain the momentum it had earlier.
　I wouldn't be convinced of victory looking at it.
　Even though half of the enemy's army had been destroyed, the enemy general was still alive and well.

　He is a warrior who is touted as the innkeeper of Rosalia. There was no way I could make a dent in this degree.

　However, I let out a smile when I surrounded and destroyed half of the enemy and joined up with Alistair.
　I heard the good news from her.

''Lord Ike, just now, I heard that the Seventh Legion led by Lord Sephiro has rushed to capture the royal capital.

　I literally breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Alistair's report.

　The outcome of this battle is still undecided, but at least her words convinced me of a strategic victory.

　Ein God is still alive and well, and I don't know where this game will go, but at least this means that the royal city of Lisas will fall into the hands of the Demon King's army.

　That was the original objective of this battle.
　In other words, the Demon King's Army has achieved its strategic goal.
　I had faith in the witch Cephiro's abilities.

　Right now, she's probably using her signature Meteor Strike to blow a hole in the gates of the capital city of Reezus and proceeding with her assault on the castle.

　The brigade commander, known as the Shattering War Demon, would destroy the gates with a breaking hammer, the manticore Kushana would strike down the gatekeepers, and the werewolf Bayo would use his sense of smell to find Eichis.

　He didn't doubt the sight.
　Hence, he could safely focus on the battlefield.
　Feeling safe, he left the royal capital in charge of Cephiro and focused on defeating the enemy in front of him.
　The number of enemy troops is approximately 3,000.
　Our number is also about 3,000.
　The number is almost the same. Both of them were still very eager to fight.

''But is that Ein God guy a monster?　Normally, when the number of troops is reduced to this level, they retreat, but they still maintain their will to fight. No, on the contrary, it seems to me that the will to fight is stronger than it was at the beginning of the war.

　Giron commented, and I agreed with him.

'He's a monster, that old man,' said Giron. Did you tell Giron that you met General Eingoad at the Royal Palace in Reezus?

That's a new one.

I had a conversation with him in the hallway, and I could tell just from talking to him then that he was an outstanding man. And that this man is looking for a place to die. Perhaps, but Ain'god will fight to the last man in his life.

'But what about the soldiers?　Isn't it about time some of the soldiers fled?

Maybe he'll come out. But that old man will still fight to the end.

　I declared that and gave a command to the Eighth Legion and the White Rose Knights.

''It is useless to advise the enemy general to surrender now. General Ein Goddess won't even give himself up. If that's the case, my Demon King's Army would like to respond to his courage with all our might.

　When I gave that order, the generals of the Eighth Legion nodded in silence.


　Günther, King of the Dwarves, whispered that he was going to drive his horse to my side.

But it's a tricky one. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm a man of honor. Well, I can't speak for others either.

　Günther and Aingod, though they are of different races, are probably similar in some ways.

　Although they have never exchanged conversations, they may remember something about their way of life that is sympathetic to them.


The next to come in was Lilith the Succubus.
　She may be on the edge of being a warrior too, but she doesn't lavish praise on her powerful enemies.

''That fellow from Ein God is quite an errand boy. And his loyalty is commendable. I'm the only one in the Demon King's army who can be that loyal to the Lord to that extent.

　I wouldn't be able to struggle that hard if it wasn't for Ike-sama, though, he added.


　Next came the elf Anemone.
　She described Eingoad as follows.

'Does that general have something he wants to protect? I sense the same enthusiasm from him that our elves emit when they defend the forest.


　I listened to my men and ordered them back to their posts and ordered them to charge.

　I didn't know if we would win or lose, but perhaps the next one would be our last fight.

　Win or lose, it wouldn't be settled until I was dead or Ain'god was dead.


　Making a new decision, he gave the order.

'All forces, charge!

　With those words, the Eighth Legion and the White Rose Knights began their assault.

　A few tens of seconds later, they crossed swords with Rosalia's last army.
　The outcome of the victory or defeat--