The Undead Legion and the Demon King’s Army.
The news of these two forces clashing had already reached the human side, and the leadership was planning to take advantage of this opportunity to annihilate both forces.
Recovering the dragon’s bones to gain strength was important, but if they utilized this opportunity well, they could significantly weaken the forces that threatened humanity.
“It’s ironic that the soldiers we sent for that purpose are now with us. Haha.”
Inside the area that was used by the human side just a few days ago.
Gorgon Zola, looking at the neatly arranged corpses of the soldiers who originally occupied the place, smiled ironically as he gazed at them.
Despite considering a surprise attack, the sudden actions of the heroes, who were caught up in their self-indulgence, and the foolish officers who, instead of abandoning them, pushed forward, thinking it was an opportunity to achieve rit…
As a result, the human side suffered near-total annihilation and had to retreat, which allowed the Undead Legion to seize a strategic advantage in this war.
For the Undead Legion, war was actually a ans to replenish their forces, so direct conflict with the human side was an opportunity to acquire more troops than anticipated.
Having taken advantage of such a golden opportunity to defeat one of the Four Heavenly Kings, it was truly regrettable to have to retreat and abandon all those achievents.
“Well, you’re a bit late, King Briton IV.”
“…Were you here first?”
As if to show that the awareness was mutual, the Blue Knight of Death, Briton IV, joined the main force and spoke bitterly.
Gorgon just gave his usual mischievous laugh in response to his words.
“Haha, just like you, I am her vassal, so how could I act against her orders?”
What was regrettable was not the war, but the clear sense of their lord’s condition that was still palpable.
Even without explicit instructions, the emotional turmoil that was transmitted was sothing that could not be overlooked by those who served her.
“Well, there’s nothing to be solved by idling around here, so let’s go straight to her.”
“Wait a mont…”
Briton IV stopped Gorgon just as he was about to leave.
His gaze then turned to the head of the corpse held limply in Gorgon’s hand.
“…What is that you’re holding?”
“Oh, this? It’s the head of one of the Four Heavenly Kings I dealt with. What was his na? Gluttony… Glovrele?”
The head, which looked like a mix between a pig and a locust.
Although he was a demon powerful enough to rise to the position of one of the Four Heavenly Kings, by now, Gorgon Zola had sucked out all his nutrients, leaving his skin and bones tightly stuck together.
No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t withstand the combined forces of the human army, so the outco was inevitable.
“Anyway, that’s the na, and he called himself the ‘Demon of Gluttony.’ Since his innate power strangely matched well with mine, I sucked out his marrow. I’m thinking of offering it as a war trophy to our lord to commorate our victory. Do you think she would be pleased?”
“…Sorry, but I’m not good at sensing these things, so I can’t give you good advice on gifts.”
“Ah, you’re so old fashioned, the IV. You could just humor a bit at tis like this.”
Gorgon grumbled at Briton IV’s words.
Then, he irritably threw the head he was holding and led the way, mumbling bitterly in front of him.
“It’s bitter, isn’t it? Knowing that there’s no one left to joke around with anymore.”
Yes, the imdiate concern was why she suddenly experienced such a significant emotional change.
The reason was sothing both of them, who were vaguely connected under her leadership, could guess.
The place where the Undead Legion had currently settled was once a location occupied by humans.
Several buildings made of prefabricated parts were scattered around, and their lord’s place was like a shrine with idols and a cross.
For her, who was once revered as the saint of the church during her lifeti, there was no place more familiar.
“Ah, Annabel. Annabel…”
However, instead of praying for victory in the war, she was crouched down and weeping sorrowfully in the prayer room.
The sight alone made the two knights realize.
That she, who led all the dead and dread of the world’s end, was emotionally completely broken for so reason.
“Oh, great lord. Why do you grieve so…?”
“Gwen.”
Yes, at that mont, she was not the queen of the dead but a single woman nad ‘Gwen Hwibar.’
Realizing this, Briton IV quickly left Gorgon’s side and approached her not as a vassal but as a companion.
“Gwen, look at . Gwen!”
“…My King.”
“Did the two fail?”
The reason was imdiately guessed.
She was once the most recognized symbol of goodness in the church.
Now, having risen from the dead and decided to kill all the living for the greater cause, there could be only one reason for her to collapse emotionally.
She was feeling herself swayed by ‘personal regrets’ in this second life, more than the cause she once deed the most important.
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