The soldiers had taken a breather after the war entered a lull period for a while. After all, the Undead had retreated. Now, they couldn’t take their eyes away from the horrendous battle scene.

The soldiers’ comrades, who had pledged to return to their kingdoms alive until a little while ago, coughed up blood and screamed for their lives. However, they ended up becoming Undead and their necks were ripped apart.

If it was simple close combat, without the Pallan Empire’s defense positions and modern weapons, the soldiers at the headquarters could also be limping and raging against the living.

In the end, the surviving soldiers among the countless casualties felt extreme hatred for the monster-like being who made this mess and resentment toward Saintess candidate Alice. They had heard the story of how she had pushed Davey away after a simple conflict.

At first, the soldiers were skeptical. They didn’t think a war could drastically be swayed by a single person. However, they heard a rumor that Prince Davey had just appeared out of nowhere as the west gates were about to be taken and had burned every Undead down by himself. To be honest, it was an absurd story; as such, most of them thought that it had been exaggerated or something. However, their opinions were changed completely as a great being–a huge bone dragon that shot out an extremely cold, icy breath–began attacking the fortress.

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This monster could not be taken down by one person. Its bones were so tough that it could barely be cut by a Swordmaster’s sword energy, and it had an icy breath that froze...