Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Ultimately, the Kingdom of Lakia is actually the largest and most complex national clan among all faction attributes.

Soldiers and military personnel were all subjects of "the grace of God, Pharna," and were also combatants; as for the people who managed businesses and supported the country, they could be called non-combatants. The monarchs of each dynasty—the leaders of their respective factions—were also chosen by the unique chief god Ares through divine right of kings.

From a small "Family" founded by Ares and a few others, it ultimately forged a nation through long years and hardships, becoming a kingdom steeped in history. Following the will of the warlike god, the kingdom has waged numerous wars throughout history. Neighboring nations and other cities believe this latest military expedition is also the work of the war-loving god.

The number of soldiers on the march was 30,000.

The army, which once enjoyed a legendary reputation for invincibility thanks to the blessing of a certain "demon sword," is now advancing towards a corner of the continent further west than the western part of the continent.

Orario is a labyrinth city that boasts the world's only magnificent underground city and is even referred to as the "center of the world" to this day.

The sound of tens of thousands of military boots approached the city, targeting the huge city walls and the giant white towers that reached the sky.

The emblem of a hero wearing heavy armor - the red military flag flutters in the wind.

The army continued its westward advance, approaching the city, and its imposing presence began to be seen in the surrounding areas of Orario.

Faced with the sudden invasion of the Kingdom of Lachia, the Labyrinth City's reaction was—

"Come on, come on, it's cheap—!? A whole giant black fish is two thousand falies, two thousand falies!"

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"Please, someone join my faction/familia!?!"

"Hmm, you adventurous elf girl over there, here's a potion for you. It wouldn't be good if your beautiful face were scarred."

"Th-thank you so much...!?"

"Mich is shamelessly seducing girls again—!?"

"There's nothing we can do; he's Michal."

——Still the same as usual.

There was no connection with the cloudy sky in the far west. There was a clear blue sky overhead and the citizens were basking in the warm sunshine without looking panicked at all.

They just lived their busy lives as usual, only their thoughts remained the same.

"Oh, here we go again."

That's it.

The city remained peaceful, but from the other side, beyond the city walls, screams announcing war echoed.

The military horses neighed loudly.

This was followed by the sound of fierce horse hooves kicking the grassland.

Thirty kilometers east of Orario, there is a large plain, and countless cavalry with flying military flags are galloping towards them.

The cavalry was the star of the battlefield, their armored knights and armored horses scattering and crushing everything in their path, like a battlefield spear with hidden, powerful penetration capabilities.

The lances placed in front of them like a forest of spears reflected the sunlight, emitting a silver glow.

The infantry on the battlefield were all terrified when they encountered this invincible cavalry - they were afraid.

The knights' faces turned pale beneath their iron helmets. In front of their sight, a dwarf stood in front of the charging horses.

A muscular physique and heavy equipment, with a cape draped over the armor.

His helmet was pulled low, and he held a large battle axe in his hand.

Hearing the thunderous sound of hooves approaching from the front, he raised his weapon, which was of extraordinary quality. As soon as the distance between the two sides closed to within ten meters, he immediately launched an attack on the advancing cavalry.

The battle axe, which had been drawn to the side to build up power, swung its arm in a full swing, drawing a horizontal line.

"Hmm!!"

The next moment, the Invincible Cavalry was blown away.

"Gahh ...

Knights and horses flew into the air, and the vast plain presented an incredible scene.

The knights seemed to have anticipated this. They looked up at the blue sky and shed hot tears, then fell to the ground along with their fallen helmets and wailing horses.

The front of the cavalry collapsed, causing the horses following behind to collide with the vanguard that had stopped advancing, and fall one after another.

On the battlefield where the army collapsed in an instant, Grace Landrock, a dwarf belonging to the Loki Familia, who had driven away the cavalry with only an axe, sighed deeply.

"Seriously, that Finn kid... he just keeps dumping all the trouble on me."

Seeing the squadron, the second and third cavalry units charging forward without warning, Grace lost even the energy to sigh. With a stern look on his face, he once again raised his great axe. Before long, the tearful knights, just like before, soared majestically into the air.

Grace Landrock, a first-class adventurer in Orario.

A renowned dwarf warrior with a Level 6 [Ability Value].

In comparison, the Kingdom Cavalry's [Ability Value] is almost all LV.1, with only a few captains being LV.2.

No matter how much skill and tactics are invested, it is impossible to overturn this overwhelming gap in LV and ability, let alone strategy.

The Kingdom's knights were also well aware of how reckless this assault was.

——In combat, especially in wars between humans, the era of overwhelming the enemy with numbers is over.

The modern era, commonly known as the "Age of Gods," is known as the era of "quality over quantity."

Even a single hero—a warrior elevated by the "grace" bestowed by the gods—possesses the potential to easily turn the tide of battle. In fact, it is generally believed that a ten-man squad that has been upgraded and ranked up can withstand an army of a hundred or even a thousand enemy soldiers in a head-on confrontation.

Under this rule, if one reaches LV.6, their strength is equivalent to or far surpasses that of the "ancient" monsters that invaded the surface and wreaked havoc.

In other words, in the eyes of the Kingdom Army, Grace is like an ancient dragon.

Without "heroes," an army of thousands would naturally be no match for a dragon.

As if it were a scene from a heroic tale or fairy tale, the mediocre soldiers were slaughtered without a single piece of armor remaining by a great dwarf warrior.

"Tione, sound the retreat. The enemy's first retreating force is bait; circle around to their rear and attack us from both sides."

"yes!"

"Also, there are probably mages on the hill... The artillery units are on high alert. Tiona, give the order to the Ganesha Familia to surround and suppress them without being detected by the enemy."

"Yes—... Ugh, always relaying messages, so boring!"

Far away from the great plains where Grace displayed his might, in the main battlefield, which was a vast wilderness, the screams never ceased.

Finn Demna, the leader of the Loki Familia and a dwarf, observed the movements of multiple battlefields from a distance and issued numerous instructions.

Facing an invading army of 30,000 from the Kingdom, Orario reluctantly went to war. They received orders from the governing guild—a mandatory mission—to have a specific [Family] belonging to the city repel the invading enemy forces.

Confronting an enemy that intended to overwhelm them with numbers from the outset and launch a full-scale attack, the Orario Provisional Alliance decided to temporarily unite, with Finn taking command as the overall commander. The faction leader, who had been at the forefront of the dungeon conquest, continued to demonstrate his keen insight and command skills—his ability to see through dungeon anomalies—on the battlefield, successfully thwarting all enemy actions.

"Commander, some of the [Familia] are refusing to obey orders... especially the [Freya Familia]."

"We are just a motley crew of several organizations. We'll simply tell them the situation and let them decide. The Freya Familia doesn't need us to worry about them, right?"

"Finn, it seems the enemy has reinforced their forces in the east. What should we do?"

"Hmm... The northern forest is more suspicious than the east. Rivera, I'm sorry, but I'd like to ask you to take Ais and the others there. I think the main force is probably there."

Finn ordered the unassuming male members to ignore their allies and then gave instructions to the royal high elf mage. He licked his right thumb, as if he had foreseen all of the enemy's tactics and strategies.

Factions other than the Loki Familia, along with numerous adventurers, also felled the wailing enemy soldiers, gradually destroying the enemy forces. The Orario Provisional Alliance, like a nine-headed dragon with each head possessing its own consciousness, steadily ravaged the kingdom's army deployed across the plains.

"So much free time..."

"I still have things to do!"

Further behind Finn and his men, who were in charge of command, gathered on a small hill the chief deities of the [Familia] who had been summoned.

The gods each had their members prepare tents and chairs. Freya sat on a luxurious throne, drinking wine. Loki also sat cross-legged on the throne. The two gods looked at the one-sided battle unfolding in front of them, with nothing to do.

"Just by looking at them riding in, you know there's no need for a fight."

"【Ability Values】Kids who have grown up run faster, right? I don’t know if they’re trying to show off, but they don’t need to expose their undeveloped abilities."

The other gods around him also showed no signs of tension and were all in a lazy state, all the same.

In this main camp… or rather, the divine camp, only a few guards and the flags of various factions fluttered in the wind. In particular, the flags of the Loki Familia and the Freya Familia—the adventurer troops also carried high these clown trickster and Valkyrie emblems, which terrified the kingdom's soldiers who saw them.

The frightened enemy's movements lacked excitement, and the charge lacked momentum. The mere presence of the totem of the renowned Labyrinth City's most powerful faction could significantly reduce enemy morale.

"On the other hand, if we don't come out, our opponents will get cocky and think something's wrong... Sigh, the title of the largest faction is really no good."

"Complaining now?"

Loki folded his hands behind his head as if he couldn't stand it, and Freya closed her eyes and smiled.

"By the way... I heard there weren't any casualties in the Kingdom of Lachia either. How is that possible?"

"What can we do? Those businessmen tell us not to kill our cash cow!"

Loki answered Freya's question with annoyance.

She gazed at the battlefield that had turned into a living hell, filled with screams, and told Freya that all the adventurers in Orario were fought with the back of their swords.

"Besides, I don't want the children of the [family] to get their hands dirty with this kind of military warfare game."

"makes sense."

Rocky says it's just a farce and swallows a yawn.

"That idiot Ares clearly knew the difference in strength between the two sides, so why did he still attack?"

It's obvious they'll just get ripped off. Zhu Fatian turned his gaze to the enemy positions in the distance.

"Come, come, soldier brother—Olari-made elixirs are only 1000 Fali now!?"

The wounded were brought into the Royal Army camp one after another, creating an unprecedented scene.

Countless tents stood side by side, where wounded men lay resting and groaned. A group of demi-humans, who were not soldiers, and gods strode among them.

The commercial [Families] affiliated with Orario broke free from the enemy's restraint or took advantage of the opportunity to invade and sell various products of the faction to the wounded.

"It must hurt a lot, right? It must be very uncomfortable, right? You really want to get better as soon as possible, okay?"

"I really, really want to..."

"Okay! Deal!"

The male gods of Orario would greet the wounded soldiers with hearty smiles and start selling them potions.

These unscrupulous merchants, driven by greed, did not sell their products to the city where they belonged, but instead sold them privately to the enemy, hoping to make a fortune from the opportunity.

"How can we fight a war if our weapons are broken? Come on, let's buy some!"

"You also accept barter!"

"Hahahaha!? How about it, Mih! Our products are just as popular here!! Looks like I won again, right, Amid!?"

"No, God Dean, God Mihe and the others didn't come at all."

"What!? Are you scared, Mih—!?"

Weapons, armor, even a "demon sword" are available.

The money and goods traded for various commodities constituted a wartime profit, benefiting Orario, which had suffered no damage at all. The merchants, having the adventurers first sabotage the supply lines and logistics, also came to sell their supplies. To fulfill the will of the god Ares, the military leaders had no choice but to accept their favor and reluctantly pay a large sum of money.

"Tsk, not a single good man... Looks like I'll have to go for a general-level one."

"Aisha—! I heard there's a group of lively knights at their camp over there, let's go eat them up—!"

"Oh, wait a minute, Samira, I'm coming right now!"

The march was never complete without the presence of prostitutes. A group of free beauties from the red-light district lured the soldiers for business, while the fierce Amazons devoured some strong knights. The sounds of pleasure were no longer heard, but screams of agony.

The unruly citizens of Orario made the Kingdom Army camp as lively as a festival.

"Report!? The First to Fifth Armies have been completely annihilated! The soldiers at the front have all fled! It seems that the enemy has seen through our entire deployment, and all our operations have ended in failure..."

"Damn it...!?"

——In the deepest part of the position, in the largest tent camp, a male god clenched his fists.

With his gleaming golden hair like a lion and bright red armor, his finely crafted and robust appearance is almost comparable to that of a "goddess of beauty," and it is no exaggeration to call him a handsome man.

He was the one who caused this war... or rather, the one who started the uprising, Ares, the chief god of the Lakia Kingdom.

Sitting in the chair, he listened to the soldier's report, gritting his teeth and his face was seriously distorted.

"Those misers from Orario have even barged into our camp, running rampant! Our soldiers have been seduced by Amazonian prostitutes, and discipline has completely collapsed... Our morale has plummeted!!"

"Oarioli—?! They actually targeted our weak point! How despicable and vile!?"

Ares's face turned as red as his armor as he spoke angrily. If Loki were here, he would surely retort, "Who has time for that, you idiot?"