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"You really know how to pick questions."

"Eh~! Because it's really interesting. I want to see what Morgan's attitude will be when he finds out about this."

Mary's fun-loving nature comes into play.

While the soldiers outside were suffering from Yan Tajer's magic soldiers, they were chatting as if they were at home.

These are two completely different scenes.

Chapter 219: I am so happy that I forget myself [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

The war with the Saxons is about to begin.

[Faced with this army of kings and nobles from all sides, you, as the leader of this war, must reorganize the army.]

You need to let these troops know who is leading them and what kind of battlefield they will be on.

Although the kings and nobles brought only a small number of troops, intending to fish in troubled waters, in order to avoid criticism from others, they brought mostly well-armed elite troops.

Each warrior was clad in sturdy armor, their swords and spears gleaming with a cold, sharp sheen. Even though they were assembled together temporarily, their discipline was extremely strict.

[From this, it can be seen that everyone wants to win]

[This makes you smile faintly]

The enemy Saxons number at least 5,000. Yantagel's total force is currently 4,000, a thousand fewer than the enemy, and still has a certain disadvantage in terms of numbers.

If it weren't for the strong support from some nobles and kings, I'm afraid the number would have dropped further.

【But you don’t care about it】

"Everyone, please treat Lord Moran with the utmost respect. He is the King of Light who will repel the Saxons in this war and bring hope. He is also our commander this time!"

[The kings and nobles gave these orders to the commanders of their armies.]

[There is no doubt that this is a deliberate attempt by the nobles and kings to flatter someone. The higher the praise, the higher the expectations that must be met.]

You understand what these people are thinking.

[In reality, most of these kings and nobles had already discussed this with their soldiers.]

"Is it possible that these soldiers from other countries would actually give their lives away? Just hand them over to someone else without a second thought?"

【Everyone knows the truth behind it】

[These are just superficial words for the atmosphere now]

[In reality, the only troops you can truly command are those under your command. You already know this.]

[——It’s all just something we already knew.]

Your expression doesn't fluctuate at all.

Although some of these people are disloyal, they are still our compatriots who will be marching on the battlefield.

[Only this point, I can still show some mercy.]

【Why are you so generous? 】

[Because you didn't count on soldiers from other countries from the beginning. Only your own strength is the most trustworthy.]

You have absolute confidence in yourself

"Goo-"

I don't know who swallowed their saliva.

Even after arriving in Yantajar and being shocked by all the magical beasts and mysteries, he still couldn't adapt.

Looking at the two-horned beast pulling the carriage.

The soldiers were on alert from the beginning. There was no other way but to do so in the face of such an inhuman mystery.

Two figures got off the carriage one after another.

One was a beautiful woman with silver hair holding a staff, and the other was a noble-looking man with black hair.

The latter is the commander who leads their war.

Moran, known as the King of Light.

You are wearing the attire of a king.

[His handsome face and deep eyes, his flawless and elegant features, despite being in such a demonic place, he possesses the temperament and majesty of a king and aristocrat.]

The soldiers belonging to Yantajar bowed their heads, expressing their gratitude to the Lord of Light for coming here and bestowing glory upon them.

"Sir Moran, this is the strength of our army. With such a united front and your undefeated leadership, it will be difficult for us not to win!"

[King Liao Dekuan was very happy and enthusiastic]

[However, the soldiers belonging to other kings and nobles in the army did not offer you the proper courtesy.]

This made King Liao Dekuan very embarrassed.

They just stood there like wooden logs.

These soldiers' loyalty belongs only to their respective kings. They have no intention of paying homage to you, their temporary commander.

[Some kings and nobles showed expressions of anticipation.]

They don't intend to help you out.

[When someone like you is praised as such a legend in Britain, it's natural that other kings will feel unhappy.]

However, there is no need to worry about this issue.

"—Yes, my king, I pay my highest respects!"

A loud voice drowned out the entire audience.

It contained a demonic aura that was difficult for ordinary people to resist, and made everyone present feel a strong pressure.

The irresistible fanatical will turned into an invisible tsunami.

Devouring the soldiers' egos.

——That was one of the generals of the Immortal Demon Army.

He was a fanatical soldier who was loyal to Moran and would not allow anyone to show any disrespect to his king.

In an instant, it seemed like a subconscious action.

There was a rustling sound of armor colliding.

The thousands of soldiers in front of Moran put their hands on their chests and bowed slightly to show respect.

Many soldiers were already sweating profusely.

At the moment they were engulfed by the demonic aura, they seemed to see a terrifying monster with sharp teeth opening to devour them.

If you don't do this, you will die.

Ideas like these were transmitted to the minds of soldiers who disobeyed Moran's control and could not be resisted.

"Goo-"

Just affected by the breath.

Many kings and nobles had twitching expressions on their faces.

Just by watching, one could feel the terrifying pressure, and their hearts were like raging waves.

"Oh, thank you all for your gifts."

Moran's voice wasn't very loud.

However, it was clearly heard by everyone.

It sounded like a very ordinary voice, without any obvious trace of emotion, which was actually scary.

It's like a monster trying to pretend to be an ordinary person.

It gives people a strange sense of disharmony.

Even the roars of his subordinates carry such pressure. How can a king who can command a terrifying demon army be ordinary?

The foreign soldiers kept cursing in their hearts.

But no one dared to say a word.

"Everyone, please raise your heads."

Moran said this for the first time.

Everyone present still kept their heads down.

"I say, please raise your heads."

Until Moran said it a second time.

The soldiers gradually raised their heads.

At this moment, their lips turned pale and their faces turned blue.

"Sir Moran, please forgive the slowness of some of the soldiers. They must be so happy to see you that they forget themselves."

[The noble who came forward wiped the sweat off his face.]

[Even though he absolutely didn't want to talk to you under this kind of pressure, he still had no choice but to do it.]

【I wanted to test your depth】

[Finally, who could have imagined that it would develop like this]

[The soldiers' misbehavior was already a mistake, and we cannot allow it to continue. We must remedy the situation.]

They can't continue to show their flaws.

[Just as the noble was pondering over his next words, you spoke first].

Chapter 220: An Army of Fear [Subscribe! Flowers!]

"No, I'm the one who should apologize. My subordinates were a little excited about going to the battlefield, so they couldn't help but speak like that. It's me who needs your understanding. There's no need for you to blame yourself."

Moran smiled faintly.

It's like saying that both sides are even.

The oppressive feeling that enveloped the position melted away, as if they had never been in any devil's den.

But everyone knows that this is a lie.

"Well......"

The noble couldn't help but take a step back.

He had long heard the king's description of Moran, saying that he was a monster in human skin, a king so beautiful that it frightened people.

I didn't understand anything at first.

Now, the nobleman finally understood the true meaning.

He was already feeling scared.

To those who admire Moran, his attitude at this moment is undoubtedly dazzling and warm, but to those who have ulterior motives, Moran is like a steel tank that gives gentle mercy to ants.

There was nothing touching about it.

All that remains is fear.

The fear of the nobles seemed to spread.

The soldiers who had not heard the details had already sensed that something was wrong with the king.

There was an air of bewilderment between them.

This is a forgivable gaffe.

"Sir Moran, let's stop here for now. The soldiers have already seen your presence, and I believe they will be a hundred times more excited about the upcoming war."

King Liao Dekuan immediately inserted himself between Moran and the nobles.

Prevent the atmosphere from getting worse.