Bert, a warrior, was able to prevent Spirit’s attack on the city. Adding to that was the fact that she had been told to be careful not to attack indiscriminately, as the purpose of the march was to enslave the Daemons.
Duke Prata had hoped to lead in the invasion of the Daemons, but he was afraid of what the queen might do if he irritated her any further, so he reluctantly ordered Abel, the Knight Commander, to take over.
“Women and children are enough slaves.
Kill the others.”
Abel, who still had burns on half of his face from the battle with Flare, smiles ferociously.
In this world, there was recovery magic and potions using alchemy, and with the introduction of these, the mortality rate of newborn babies decreased drastically, and humans increased in number.
However, due to their pride and conceit, they lost the benefits of the higher-class magic used by High Elves and Daemons.
Even with the ointment made from materials sold by Alice for three gold coins, normal medicine was unable to heal Abel’s burns caused by the flames of strong Spirit power.
Abel was told by the Crown Prince and Alice that this burn and the disappearance of his beloved father, the Sword Saint Bert, were all the Daemons’ fault, so he tortured and killed many Daemon warriors in this war.
But it was not enough.
Ever since he saw Daemons’ strongest warrior – the Black Knight – on this battlefield, he always wanted to fight him.
“I will defeat the Black Knight of the Daemons!”
The next morning, the Caenista army went on the offensive with all its might.
Oil-soaked fire arrows and the Flame Spear fired by the Court Mages pierced the fortress, and the Fire Ball, a fifth-level spell fired by Count Arella, the head court mage, set the fortress on fire.
Abel, who had been in the back until then, took the lead and slaughtered the Daemons with his father’s great swordsmanship, while the sweeping fire of the magic rifles used by the Gun Squad broke the ranks of the Daemons’ army.
“Come out, black knight! Fight me like a man!”
“That’s not enough!”
Hearing a familiar voice calling out to him in the distance, Bert reacted while he struggled alone against the Spirit of the Earth that was attacking him in the city center.
Bert had Daemons’ subordinates who volunteered to follow him, but they were blown away by the Earth Spirit’s ranged attacks, and only Bert, wearing indestructible and slightly magic-protective armor, was barely able to fight the Spirit.
The Earth Spirit looked like a huge rock golem in the shape of a beast.
Compared to the Wind and Water Spirits, Bert, a warrior, was able to fight this spirit because it had substance, but even with the great sword Carol had given him, even Bert was unable to overcome the mithril-like hardness of its outer skin.
“…If only Pochi were here…”
The dragon’s breath was not physical fire, but more like a magical attack.
The dragon’s breath could deal a blow to Spirits. Boris said that he had called out to Pochi when he was about to return to this city, but Pochi waited for his master, Carol, and did not move from the front of the sealed rocky mountain.
The Earth Spirit roared in front of Bert’s eyes as it began to shake the atmosphere, and a cold sweat broke out on Bert’s face.
This was probably the [Earthquake] that blew away Bert’s men earlier, but it seemed stronger than before to Bert, perhaps due to the Queen’s irritation.
“Oh, screw it!”
Daemons did not run away without a fight.
The Daemons, who respect strength, would not run away, leaving Bert to fight on his own, and even now, when Bert realized that a few Daemons remained in the neighboring houses, he stood in front of Spirit, shouting as if to inspire himself.
“Aim at me, damn it! …hmm?”
At that moment, Bert heard the whispered voices of the remaining Daemons in his ears.
The sound was startling…exultant…and it bothered Bert so much that he looked up while making the mistake of taking his eyes off the Spirit in front of him and saw a black dot approaching from the distance, like a drop of ink in the pale blue sky.
Jet-black wings, cutting through the wind and soaring through the sky.
A red and black figure riding on the back of the dragon’s huge body leapt out of the sky faster than the dragon, and with a long, single-edged sword that exceeded her height, she plunged in like a bolt of lightning, interrupting Bert and the Spirit of the Earth.
Slashing through the mithril-hard skin of the Earth Spirit like a machete splitting an apple, the girl spun around with her long, lustrous black hair, not even looking at the crumbling Spirit.
“I made it in time.”
“Young Lady Carol, your reaction was too lax!”
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