Everyone at the command headquarters of the battle had been, of course, completely confident that they would win. What broke the headquarters’ deadly, cold silence was someone’s painful moans. “Keugh… Those cowards. How dare they gang up on us…”

It was Duke Alla, one of the captains of the Contas Empire’s Slaughtering Army who had come to help. He seemed so furious from the humiliation and anger that he could possibly crush anyone who approached him.

“We lost a huge number of soldiers…in one day.”

The first battle with the Undead army was not difficult; to be honest, they gained a victory against 20,000 Undead. However, the battle had been so easy that it felt almost disappointing. The Undead had charged into the allied army thoughtlessly, giving up their battle tactics and falling into every trap that the allied army had set. They kept advancing.

Perhaps that was why the allied army’s confidence shot up through the roof as the battle progressed, because the situation since the first battle had become completely different than before.

Everyone had praised Prince Sullivan, the Chief of Staff who led the war, and Alice, the Saintess candidate who displayed outstanding holy magic. The fact that Davey could potentially be the strongest among them didn’t matter to the allied army; the important thing was that they had survived the battle and the people who had led them to a great victory were in front of their eyes.

Of course, as things had been going well, the allied army’s attacks had become unhindered and they had even made a plan to switch up the situation. They did nothing else but defend. They actually partly succeeded; they had repaired the mountain fortress and had taken back some small territories that the Undead army had been occupying until then.

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