Kuuong! Kuuong! Kuuong!

Beyond the horizon, soldiers clad in steel marched thunderously in step. Their swords flashed in the sun, and their feet left deep imprints on the ground, crushing weeds and cracking pebbles. There was no drumming or any war cries. The soldiers’ eyes shone from beneath their helmets as they silently poured all their strength into moving forward.

This was the Andras Empire’s empire. Rather than shrinking back from the defeats that had been handed to them, they were overflowing with the will to retaliate. The sight of a hundred and fifty thousand troops moving with an earthshaking resolve was awe-inspiring, as they left a hundred thousand men in reserve.

Benedict, who had climbed a nearby hill to catch this spectacular sight, opened his mouth to speak. Or rather, he burst out laughing.

“Huhuhuhu! Those imperial idiots really have become spiteful after their pride was shattered! I never thought they would be this provoked…”

This had all stemmed from Theo. The blow he had dealt wasn’t big enough to change the course of the unification war, but it had been particularly ruthless for a single blow. Nevertheless, it had satisfied Benedict’s initial purpose, despite also igniting the enemy’s fighting spirit.

Earl Carter chuckled from next to him. “Hahaha, it was a happy miscalculation, no? Breaking Andras’ hold on the eastern canyon went beyond my expectations.”

“Huhuhu, that’s right. Our hero showed us what he’s capable of,...