Loading...
“…What? How did we just hold them off?” said Zepar, the senior mage in charge of the magic corps. He squinted.
The defensive battles they periodically had at the Hellgate were always repetitive. The seasoned troops of the Cardenas and Wickeline families stationed at the Hellgate had long grown accustomed to the Demoniacs’ physiology, and similarly, the Demoniacs had long grown familiar with their strategies. Since the two sides knew each other so well, they had no other choice but to go through a never-ending cycle of full-frontal assaults.
Gifted soldiers, each worth more than their weight in mithril, always died in vain.
There was no winning.
There was no losing.
It was a battlefield that was supposed to be made of a constant cycle of life and death, and the change was almost incomprehensible. Zepar had also been stuck in the repetitive loop, but his eyes slowly began to widen.
“It… doesn’t seem like a trap. Why is that?”
When he felt his mage’s curiosity piqued, he became aware of the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders and pushed away the distracting thoughts.
He had to use this.
It didn’t matter whether it was a one-time fluke or if it could be replicated. If the knights, who were only supposed to hold the line, were pushing the enemy back, then the magic corps could attack from a safer distance.
“Men! Bombard the enemy from the rearguard!” he ordered.
They’d already shot down all the Hide Demoniacs swooping over their heads like bats. Since the mages no longer had to focus on what was happening on the ground,...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
