The first defensive line was broken, and the apostles were occupied fighting their opponents.
He sat in a chamber within the tower, surrounded by countless hanging chains, a projection hovering before him.
The chained knights were retreating to reinforce the second defensive line. However, retreating while facing an advancing enemy was catastrophic. For every man who reached the second defensive line, twenty were slain with their backs turned.
Retreating was one of the most difficult aspects of war, and it was ill-advised to do so without proper planning.
"They are more powerful than I thought," his voice was cold and husky.
This was a fact he did not want to accept. That the lowly branded people he had ruled over for centuries had grown this strong, this organized, and their numbers were increasing with every moment.
They had Seraph Null, and so he had grown comfortable. But even Seraph Null did not realize that the minor god Lazarak was with them.
