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He really believed that no king could compare to Moran, and even he himself was not half as good as him.

But he still has the perspective of an ordinary person.

This king is undoubtedly the one who can save Britain. I just hope he won't get angry at those foolish humans.

"I think so. Please don't be polite, everyone. This is the land I govern. While there may be things beyond your comprehension, generally speaking, they won't hinder you. Please rest assured and prepare for battle here."

Moran smiled indifferently and turned away.

During the entire process, almost no one dared to say a word.

His mind seems to be enormous.

Even a slight smile can be seen as an avalanche or a tsunami to ordinary people. Some people may even lose themselves in it.

——It is a majesty that even all the beasts worship.

Everyone already understood the horror of what would happen when they joined them on the battlefield.

Until, when I suddenly come to my senses.

Among them, a small number of people were attracted by this power and believed that with such a king, Britain was simply unstoppable.

After a day of reorganization

[Soon, you will be preparing for war the next day]

The Saxons have already formed their army into a spear formation. They are several hundred meters ahead of you.

The overall number exceeds your estimate.

[The number is at least 8,000]

[It can be seen that the Sasuns are determined to wash away the series of defeats they suffered at your hands.]

[Almost twice the combat power gap]

The Allied Forces only have about 4,000 men.

[The kings all appointed the commanders of their respective legions as generals, and under them were division commanders, grand commanders, and so on. The organizational structure was quite stable.]

[This also means that there will be less room for you to intervene. They hope to make you, the general, a mere decoration.]

The Allied Forces also lined up on the plain.

However, the Saxons noticed something: they sensed an uneasy atmosphere among the allied forces.

They thought the British were afraid of them.

Many Saxons could not help but laugh.

[However, they soon discovered that this was not the case.]

[The gate of Yantajar's city wall slowly opened, and a group of soldiers walked out from inside——]

That's an unusual army.

[Brave cavalrymen riding two-horned beasts and soul-eaters, archers riding two-legged dragons, orcs with black manes and sharp teeth and claws, and terrifying demon pigs that resemble chariots]

[Perfect interpretation of what the devil's army is]

[Two horned warriors are leading the way, holding military banners. You ride your chariot and emerge amidst this support.]

The Saxons were stunned.

My throat felt like it was pierced, and I couldn't utter a word. Goosebumps broke out all over my body.

[The premonition of death seems to be coming]

[Those war horses trained by the Saxons were paralyzed by fear.]

"Do the British... have such an army...?"

In the Saxon army.

One soldier whispered in fear.

That terrifying existence was something the Saxons had never heard of. They had heard that incredible things happened in Britain.

However, I never expected it to be so outrageous.

"T- ...

"Dragon, dragon... those are extinct dragons! How could a dragon willingly submit to humans? What's wrong with those Britons...?"

"Retreat! The intelligence is wrong! We should retreat now!"

The Saxons were in turmoil.

[It used to only exist in legends, told by our ancestors as scary bedtime stories, but now it has actually appeared before our eyes. The level of panic is almost unimaginable.]

The Saxons considered themselves a noble Germanic people.

[But, this is facing an opponent that is not human]

Their so-called pride is nothing to behold. Their army is made up of legends that people fear.

[Even looking straight ahead requires great courage]

"I was really scared."

Moran stared at the Saxons rioting in the distance.

The corners of his mouth are also raised like a crescent moon.

In his previous battles, he had used Melusin as the vanguard, leading the Pelasgian army in point-to-point assaults.

Never sent out a large army of Warcraft as the main force.

Therefore, the Saxons' current shock and fear were completely within his expectations.

If they didn't react like this.

That would really be trouble.

"It seems that Vortigern wasn't in this war. Was he injured in the battle with Uther? Well, if you don't show up, I'll fight you until you do."

Moran did not regard the Saxons as enemies.

The only one who deserved to be treated like this by him was Vortigern, known as the Demonic Dragon in Britain.

Chapter 221: The Terror That Befell the Battlefield [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The Saxons were in chaos.

The demonic aura spreading from the Yantagel front caused them to instinctively fear, but some also felt that it was shameful to withdraw before the battle even began.

[We have suffered too many defeats at your hands]

[For this purpose, a total of 8,000 soldiers and horses were gathered]

They want to win back a game from you. They believe that if they can defeat you, the last Lord of Light, they will be able to take the land of Britain into their possession.

Unrest spreads among the Saxon army.

[Commanders and generals with extraordinary willpower wanted to take action, but their actions were always too late]

"Why? They're not to your taste?"

Meili asked in a flat tone.

Looking at the group of restless Saxons, his pale red eyes seemed to reflect the miserable end they were about to face.

The Nightmare Demon had no reaction to this.

Only people's reactions could arouse her interest, and she would only look forward to watching the drama happen.

"It's just so-so, as a human being."

Moran curled his lips jokingly.

His eyes looked up into the void, as if he could see through the rioting Saxons and look directly at the mad dragon in the distance.

"At this point, it would be too boring to still think about leaving... Now that this is the last mystery in the world, ah, let you enjoy the British hospitality."

The golden ether formed into a sword shape in Moran's hand.

The golden sword was held in his hand.

It was sacred yet unsettling, as if it had absorbed everything in this war.

The brilliant brilliance of gold is the embodiment of all demonic qualities, symbolizing the supreme authority of this king as the ancestor of demonic beasts.

It devoured the atmosphere like a dragon's breath.

The golden blade released a dazzling star-like light, so bright that it almost obscured the figures of the Allied Forces.

Even those who knew the urgency of the situation could not help but be mesmerized by the dreamlike scene.

Some of the Saxons cried out in surprise.

There was no sense of tension at all, it felt like watching a wonderful performance.

However, some people with keen intuition looked around in confusion.

Those soldiers who had struggled between life and death many times were horrified when they saw this glorious moment.

Their composure was completely lost due to their instincts.

"I shall continue the last mysteries of Britain. Dragon, driven to madness, even if you are the incarnation of the island, you cannot stand in my way. I will show you that there is still hope for Britain."

The light was so strong that it seemed to overflow.

A sound of anticipation emanated from the center where the light points converged, and an aurora like a galaxy pouring back shot out in an instant.

In just a moment, thousands of soldiers and horses were swallowed up by the light, which was a terrifying storm that almost shattered the earth.

The golden storm that blew past turned into a deadly sickle.

It's just as delicate and gentle as a caress.

The two thousand men on the Saxon left and the one thousand in the center made a total of three thousand men.

Their lives were all taken away.

What happened?

No one can understand.

All living things that made up the Saxon left wing—not just humans, but even horses—were shattered in the storm.

The first to understand the situation were the United Nations forces that were facing them.

The unbelievable situation happening before their eyes made their brain slow down for a few beats before forming a conclusion. Then the noise turned into an abnormal wave, enveloping the entire coalition army.

[Yes, they knew you would make the first move]

[I also know that you are proficient in mysterious methods]

The kings and nobles wanted to find out more about you so that they wouldn't be completely wiped out by you when they fight against the Saxons in the future. So they came up with a suitable countermeasure.

[I ask you to show your strength on the battlefield]

[The kings and nobles offered this advice]

As the commander-in-chief of the Yantajar Front, although you cannot command the soldiers of the kings and nobles, your every move can have an impact on the Saxons, which can also boost the morale of the allied forces.

[Of course, the above is just an excuse]

[This is just an excuse for the kings to learn more about you, so they can deal with you, the terrifying king, in the future.]

【However——who could have predicted it?】

【Who could have expected you to launch such a terrifying attack? 】

Who could have predicted that a single strike from you could instantly slaughter over 3,500 people—a number equivalent to the total number of allied forces participating in this battle?

The knights of the coalition army doubted their own eyes.

[While praying for something you believe in]

[Pray that those Saxons are not dead, and pray that there is no such terrible mysterious method in this world]

[Of course, as long as you witness the facts happening before your eyes——]

[Until now, no one has tried to get up——You will know that it is just wishful thinking.]