Two days have passed.

　The Great Gate of Garouamalia. It was built facing east, and its fangs were sharpened to serve as a shield to meet the westward march of the Borvat army from the front. The walls were reinforced, fences were built, positions were created, and soldiers waited with white breath.

　But how meaningful is all this? The enemy is an army of no more than 40,000. And they are all elite, equipped with magic. Every soldier had this thought.

　A large number of hearts were thumping and beating. If he moved his body closer to the ground, he could almost hear the sound of footsteps.

　The soldier had a premonition. The scouts reported a few hours ago that they would soon show themselves.

　A few minutes passed, and it was at this moment that all the soldiers in front of the gates and deployed at the gates swallowed their saliva in impatience.

　With the rising sun, it came. It was as if it were crushing the light-filled earth.

"...... It's coming, it's coming. It's coming!　It's the invading army of Borvat!

　I don't know whose voice it was. I don't know whose voice it was, for many shouted it. But what the voice said was true.

　The sorcerous beasts drove their massive bodies and roared ahead of the others. The sorcerous armored soldiers rode the battlefield in a brilliant manner, followed by the elite.

　They were undoubtedly the vanguard of the nation. They were not mercenaries or the kind of guards used by city-states. A group skilled not in self-defense, but in devouring others.

　Borvat's magic army.

"Lord Caria!　They're coming, they're coming, they're almost upon us!

　One of the troop leaders reports to the commander, Caria. He knew very well that his voice was impatient.

　It can't be helped. No matter how prepared he was, it would be a different story when he was faced with a large army. From now on, the battle for life and death for himself and his men would begin. You will kill your enemies and your allies will be killed. Naturally, his mouth went dry and he felt a numb shiver run down his spine and fingers.

　But when the commander looked at the profile of his commander, he forgot his numbness and stared in amazement.

　Kalia-Bardnick's cheeks relaxed as if she were looking at something lovely. No, you could say that he was watching her.

　With her silver hair blowing in the wind, Kalia looked down at the enemy army from the top of the castle gate. Unknowingly, she sighs. She covers her mouth to hide her smile.

　For the Kingdom of Garleist, the Borvat dynasty is no less than a virtual enemy. Caria had learned a great deal about the nature of its armies and military actions.

　According to him, the Borovart army was not very good at marching or advancing in a well-organized manner due to the existence of various types of soldiers. It was also common to have subordinate officers who sometimes acted arbitrarily.

　But the march in front of me now is more beautiful than any in the past. The speed of the march was so fast that it was almost uncanny, and the continued victories would have loosened the morale of the soldiers, but they looked so orderly as if it were a reviewing ceremony.

　It was just wonderful. If you're in the military, you'd like to lead an army like that at least once, thinks Caria.

　Mastighios-la-Bolgograd, the Borvatian general. Although she had never met him, she was sure that he was a general with great leadership potential.

　At the same time, she was glad that Fialat was not here. Kalia had a certain amount of compassion that she didn't want to see her father die.

"...... Master Kalia, the enemy is here.

　The captain's words suddenly brought Kalia back to her senses. His silver eyes glittered, and he said with a strong tone.

"Ah. It's a long march. They won't be coming at us from the front. Send out a message to the other side to be on high alert. And stay away.

　The captain of the troop, who did not understand what I meant, stepped back with a stern tilt of his head. At the same time, Caria raised her greatsword. The black scarlet flickered mysteriously in the sunlight. The scarlet clung to and controlled the black, which seemed to be a crucible of chaos.

　The captain, and all of his men, gasped. I don't know what this thing is, but it's so magical. I don't think it's human. First of all, the greatsword that Caria wielded itself was not something that a human would wield.

　The captain had heard of it.

　He had heard that the upper echelons of the heraldry, especially the three maidens who followed the heroes, all possessed powers beyond human understanding. It's like a myth.

　At the same time that Kalia raised her greatsword, a ray of light fell on Borvat's army. It fell from the sky and roared like lightning, barking that I am the champion of the sky.

　This was the most important reason why the cities fell so easily. Mastighios, the essence of magic, opened his jaws to swallow Galuamaria in a thunderbolt.

　To the eyes of the armies, it was like the dragon of legend. It roared with a thunderous roar that only the gods could handle, a fairytale that was about to strike as a thunderbolt.

　Many foresee their death before the lightning. The scene was too cruel for man to resist.



　A demonic thunderbolt roars towards the gates of Garou Amalia. The great magic became a dragon of thunder, devouring the soldiers and roaring to pierce the gates.

　But to a giant, a dragon is just a big lizard.

"Sorry, but he's behind this. I won't let any of them through.

　Kalia let out a breath and snapped her teeth with a smile that was no longer demonic. The source material that lay dormant within pulsated in response to his voice.

　The source material is the supreme and inexhaustible desire of a person. It is close to the instincts that are originally bound by the chains of reason.

　It is a fundamental desire to be stronger than anything else, to protect one's people, to own something. It is only when such a fundamental desire twists the chains and locks and distorts even the logic of the world that the original comes into being.

　Kalia raises her black scarlet sword, her eyes fixed on the thundering dragon. The great sword made the surrounding space creak, and after a moment, it roared.

"My Founder, King of the Giants. Strike the dragon down to the earth with your mighty deeds - the original unlocking of the Titan Myth (Flimsulat).

　Without a moment's delay, the black scarlet swung out. The ancient myth itself became a flash of lightning against the thunderbolt.

　It was a reenactment of a time when giants and dragons still existed in the earth. The dragon, transformed into a thunderbolt, opens its jaws to crush the giant's destructive blow.

　A collision and a moment of seemingly eternal conflict. There was such a shock that it seemed as if the heavens would split open and the sky of deadly snow clouds would be blown away.

　But alas. Now the two are nothing more than one side of a true myth and the other side of a human imitation. And so there is a pure history that has continued since ancient times.

　Man cannot defeat God. The only one who can defeat God is God himself at any moment.

　The breakup will come as it must. The flash of scarlet turned into a torrent that devoured the thunder-actuum and conquered the sky.

　Giants are the height of arrogance, yet they are powerful enough to allow it. A flash of black and scarlet lightning roared wildly as it devoured a corner of the Borvat army.

　The Borvat soldiers, and even the Garou Amalia soldiers, were transfixed by the momentary scene. Something that they would never have experienced in their lifetime was now happening before their eyes. His heart palpitated violently in shock, and his thoughts went rigid.

　In that moment, I no longer knew what was right and what was wrong. Only one thing: Silver barked.

"Go! I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's right and what's wrong.

　The giant roared an order while handling the black scarlet sword as if it were a part of his body. The only thing that entered the empty chests of the soldiers was that order.

　A part of the formation was eaten away, and the poorly poised Borvat army could be seen in front of them.

　An unmistakable opportunity. There's no way the captains will miss it. The Galuamaria soldiers, shouting savagely, rushed to their feet and bravely began their charge. Even if it's only a small loss, they're going to smash the enemy to pieces.

　Now they could eat some of the Borvat army. Kalia sat down on the spot, thinking so.

　Large beads of sweat covered her forehead. Every knot in her body was creaking. The blood flow in her body seemed to have gone numb. Her throat was very hot.

　And yet, in her thoughts, Caria was only concerned about one man. The blood was telling her what he was doing.

　Her lips were strangely lonely. She called out the man's name with a lustrous exhale.

　The Demon War. The battle for Garou Amalia, one of the most fierce battles of the war, was about to begin.