I adjusted my expression to a more serious one.
"Due to the fall of the entire Ragneif Republic, the invasion rate of the demons has surpassed 30%. We must hurry and retake the churches in various regions to create an opening."
"Young lady, no—Holy Lady, we seem to have a significant issue."
At that mont, my grandfather pointed out an important issue.
"The Armageddon seems different from a normal war. If we are to break through using the ‘rules,’ we need to understand the overall occupation situation, don't you think?"
"That's correct."
The person who responded was Tesilid. [‘The Scales of the Soul’ marvels at the new uniform of the world's most handso man.] I left the explanation to Tesilid. His deep voice resonated in the reception room, drawing attention.
"Initially, Abixis was able to consu churchless villages and Ragneif because he could grasp the situation of the entire continent at a glance. Abixis possesses two special eyes, one of which is the clairvoyance that allows him to see the situation of the continent as clearly as the palm of his hand."
It was called the "Clairvoyance of Conquest."
"To oppose Abixis, we need to possess a similar ability."
"As Sir Tesilid said, the role of the magicians is crucial. Seeing things from a distance falls within the realm of magic."
"Yes, that's right, Your Grace."
Tesilid responded, lowering his gaze deeply to the floor.
Even without mind-reading abilities, I could tell he was recalling the past.
In his first ti saving the world in the 85th iteration, magic had played a large role.
He had secured the cooperation of Moriphas, the then head of the magic tower, and other mages from the tower to deploy wide-area observation magic, the "Beholder's Net," across the continent.
Over the course of ten world-saving iterations, Tesilid had consistently used magic to deploy observation networks in this way.
The problem was that the core strategy and tactics were also known to Ried.
Both returnees shared the experience of saving the world ten tis.
At this mont, soone excitedly interjected. It was Moriphas.
"I see you need !"
"...It would be better than not having you."
At the level of an 8th Circle mage, he could cover localized areas on a city scale. Quite a aningful ability.
However, Tesilid whispered to , seemingly reluctant.
"Instead of giving such an important role to that one, I would rather do it myself..."
There was no need to listen further.
"Wouldn't it clash with divine power and mana? What are you going to do?"
"If I fall... "
Are you planning to break all seven virtues and commit all the seven deadly sins?
"Is that sothing a mber of the Enligion should say, Holy Knight?"
"Well..."
"Endure."
Focus on your mind and resist corruption, Tesilid.
If there were two Rieds, even I would have trouble handling it. [‘The Creator of Worlds’ bangs the desk, refusing to accept the flying priest.]
"The Enligion refuses too."
"I see."
And the most important reason was sothing else entirely.
I stopped whispering with Tesilid and stared directly at the group.
"We don't necessarily need magic's help."
I raised my hand and mimicked covering one of my eyes.
"I possess a similar ability to Abixis' ‘Clairvoyance of Conquest.’"
"What?!"
"Is that true, Your Grace?"
Tesilid stared at in surprise. His face clearly showing shock.
It made sense. Even though he was the 117th returnee, with knowledge as vast as the Bible, it was natural that he didn’t know this.
This was an ability I had brought from outside the world.
It was the Possessor Support System.
A very basic, yet, on the other hand, one of the most overpowered functions. It was simply... [ Serentra Continent]
[ Displays the enemy's status on the map in response to ‘Armageddon.’]
Yes. A map.
In this war, I was practically an omniscient commander.
I confidently declared to everyone:
"We will win this war, in the na of Enligion."
✠ As the demon invasion rate soared to 50%, operations to eliminate demon apostles and reclaim churches began in various regions.
A subjugation force composed of Marquis Lecandro, the royal knights, and Hestio gathered once again, targeting the Church of Hestina, located in the royal capital, Villelon.
Hellbreon, a fallen angel with black-red wings and copper-colored skin, greeted them with a sinister laugh.
Hellbreon had been defeated several tis by Romina Lecandro but had continuously resurrected to mock the kingdom's army.
Such experiences had etched deep feelings of helplessness and fear into the kingdom's soldiers while also giving Hellbreon the confidence that he could defeat anyone.
The confident declaration of the fallen angel. However, the subjugation force was far from intimidated.
"Hestio, Priest!"
"Yes, yes. I'm coming, Marquis Lecandro."
Hestio, who had been reciting holy chants with a tired face, blessing the knights, responded.
The ideal deanor for soone preparing for a subjugation would be to maintain appropriate tension and focus, but there was none of that in Hestio.
He was squeezing out his divine power to support the many soldiers on his own.
Once the preparations were complete, Romina Lecandro shouted.
"All forces!"
At the sound of the trusted and powerful commander's voice, the knights imdiately responded.
Shez, Chelly, Prinz, and Raywin, all part of the subjugation force, ford the left and right wings of the formation.
"Attack!"
Marquis Lecandro's brave shout lifted the knights' morale.
"Yaaah! This is our revenge!"
"Die, you demon with chicken wings!"
"I'll roast you crispy with aura!"
Aura slamd into Hellbreon from all directions. Despite being immortal, it didn’t an it didn’t hurt when he was hit.
Moreover, Hellbreon's instincts scread that this ti, he might actually die if he kept taking hits like this.
So, he had beco more defensive, facing Romina Lecandro, the vanguard, in a more cautious manner.
‘This feels different. Could it be...!’
The awareness of the impending crisis hit Hellbreon.
"...!"
Hellbreon’s priority target shifted from Marquis Lecandro to Hestio.
Hellbreon unleashed a barrage of black feathers at Hestio.
"Ugh!"
Being targeted by the boss—it was sothing Hestio had never faced since joining the Silver Fortress Knights.
Hestio’s face turned pale, having not encountered such a situation in a long ti.
Of course, the kingdom’s army would not leave their precious and fragile support mber unattended.
With a gust of wind, dozens of sharp lightning bolts destroyed all the feathers.
With his eyes narrowed, Hestio saw a woman’s back filling his vision.
Her light brown hair swayed as her pretty face turned around to et Hestio’s gaze.
"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."
"..."
"I’m the top of the 114th class at the academy. Perfect score in the escort course. Safety guaranteed."
"..."
Hestio couldn’t take his trembling amber eyes off the face of the nonchalant female knight for a long ti. Then, a deep realization struck him.
His type was a strong older sister.
"I’ll... I’ll trust only Sir Shez."
"Only ...? Hmm..."
The two, seemingly lost in their own world, blushed, and Chelly sighed.
anwhile, the fierce battle continued nearby. Raywin and Prinz readied their swords.
"Let’s finish this, Linz."
"Got it, Ray."
Monts later, the top and second best from the 117th class of the academy collaborated to pierce Hellbreon’s chest.
✠ This was the coastal city of Eltorini in the Elphenheim Theocracy.
Another subjugation force was engaged in battle to reclaim the cathedral, occupied by the demon archbishop, Tezrihal.
This subjugation force was led by Hispenril Duke, Princess Eltea, Bishop Hilda, Ash, and Iphail from the Duchy of Hispenril.
Tezrihal, the demon archbishop, had also been in charge of the "Temple of Chaos Evil No. 18," from which Ayleth and Tesilid had stolen the rosary rings.
He was a high-ranking demon, a few places down the hierarchy, making this subjugation even more difficult than the Walpurgis Night.
But, as is often the case, sheer numbers counted, and raids are fundantally about numbers.
The fact that the demon archbishop had occupied the church ant the enemy was isolated in a confined battlefield, and there were no worries about supply interruptions for the allied forces.
Moreover, the Duchy of Hispenril was no ordinary place.
Aside from the Holy Lady and the Sword of the Sacred, the Duchy had Hispenril Duke, the most powerful figure in Serentra, and Bishop Hilda, a 7th-tier rank holder with immunity to threats.
As the Hispenril Duke firmly drew Tezrihal’s attention, Eltea, Ash, Iphail, and dozens of others unleashed their firepower.
Of course, all of them had received Hilda's 7th-tier blessing to ensure they were fully prepared for Armageddon's rules.
It had already been over ten minutes, and the subjugation force was maintaining focus, steadily dealing damage to Tezrihal.
Ti was absolutely on their side.
Tezrihal roared in fury and kicked at the Hispenril Duke at the front lines.
But the massive body was as ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) solid as an iron wall and remained unyielding.
Instead, a powerful aura-filled strike pounded the beastly demon’s entire body.
"Goat hunting!"
"What’s this?! Apologize to my father!"
Flying through the air, Eltea struck with a series of thrusts from her spear and short spear.
Her attack, filled with filial piety, delivered a fatal blow to Tezrihal.
Tezrihal stomped his foot and charged at the Hispenril Duke.
A massive horned head with enormous horns collided with the Duke’s body, pushing him against the wall.
Crash!
"Father!"
"Your Grace!"
"Your Majesty!"
Screech.
Blood splattered long and thin where the Duke had been just monts before.
"...!"
An advantage for the Possessor.
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