Yamsa rolled on the ground in agonizing pain, his face turning the color of pig liver and his lips turning purple.
Yet, there were no wounds on his body.
Pain Descent, a pain that struck directly at the soul, was several times more intense than physical pain.
In just a few short seconds, Yamsa was already unable to bear it.
"Save me!! My Lord!"
Yamsa was covered in cold sweat as he struggled to look up at the two black-clad figures in his camp.
Carrion sighed softly, preparing to intervene.
Clayman was surely watching this silently. Slacking off was one thing, but he still had to put on a proper show.
"Enough!"
Carrion stepped out onto the battlefield, reached out, and grabbed Yamsa's arm to pull him over.
A golden light glowed on his hand, cutting off Shalltear's mental magic.
The black hood was removed, revealing Carrion's true face.
"It's the Lion King Carrion!"
"Isn't that the Demon Lord of the Beast Kingdom? Why is he here?"
"It seems he's here to help us; he's an ally!"
"There's hope..."
Exclamations came from the army behind him, but Carrion ignored their words entirely.
At this moment, Yamsa's face was incredibly pale. If Carrion hadn't been holding him, he would have definitely collapsed limply to the ground.
Shalltear looked Carrion up and down with interest. "Oh? Do you also want to play a game with me?"
"This guy lost."
Leaving behind those words, Carrion turned and left, unwilling to stay longer.
"You guy..."
"Come back, Shalltear!"
"Yes, Master!"
Draco's voice came from behind. Shalltear didn't pursue the matter further and returned to the platform with a teleportation.
The opposing army thought Draco's intervention was due to fear of Demon Lord Carrion, and the confidence they had lost began to rally once more.
"The conversation ends here!"
Draco stood up and swept a cold gaze over the army before him.
"You are unfortunate. There will be no call for surrender in this battle; your end has long been decided."
"The war officially begins in four hours."
"Enjoy your final moments!"
After saying that, a teleportation gate appeared behind Draco. He stepped into it and vanished.
The Guardians followed closely behind.
Albedo: "Farewell, you pitiful people!"
Aura: "Bye-bye!"
Shalltear: "Until we meet again!"
Mare: "Um, this... please take care."
Demiurge: "Ignorant fools, be grateful for the mercy of the supreme being!"
Cocytus: "Hmph!!"
...As the group vanished, the sky and earth returned to their original state.
The powerful sense of oppression also dissipated, and all the soldiers of Kistav let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Yamsa's face was pale and his whole body was trembling, clearly still remembering the torture he had just endured.
"Are you alright?"
"Thank you for your intervention, My Lord. I'm fine."
Finally, Yamsa slowly stood up and leaned against a thick tree trunk nearby, which made him feel slightly better.
He panted heavily, his eyes flashing with a light of malice and resentment.
"I won't let you get away with this!"
"I will definitely kill you. I'll make you taste the cruelest punishments in the world, and let you know what it means to wish for life but not get it, and wish for death but not find it!"
Yamsa gritted his teeth, his fists clenched and veins bulging. One could imagine how intense the anger in his heart was... On the other side, Draco arrived at the rear of his army.
Simple wooden huts were built there to serve as a temporary command center.
Inside the command center.
"Master!"
"Kurumi missed you so much!"
Kurumi, who hadn't returned to the Nazarick Duchy for a long time, threw herself into Draco's arms and held onto him without letting go.
"Kurumi, do not be rude to the Lord!" Albedo scolded.
Albedo would usually let it slide, but not in such a formal setting.
"I know, bleh!"
Kurumi stuck out her cute tongue and reluctantly left Draco's embrace.
Draco patted her head and smiled. "Once this campaign is over, you can come back."
"Yay~!" Kurumi jumped up happily.
"Alright, Cocytus, I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes, My Lord!"
As the commander of this campaign, Cocytus began to make the final strategic deployments to the various legion commanders in the command center.
Because he had spotted Demon Lord Carrion, Draco, who was originally planning to leave, stayed on the battlefield to be safe.
It wouldn't be good if any accidents occurred.
In the blink of an eye, four hours had passed.
"Woom———!!"
The melodious sound of the horn echoed across the entire land.
The war begins!
Yamsa commanded an army of seventy thousand undead to launch a charge against Nazarick.
The vast expanse of white skeleton soldiers was grand and imposing, their battle cries shaking the heavens, stretching as far as the eye could see.
These undead were cannon fodder he sent out to exhaust the enemy's effective forces.
Though they weren't strong, they triumphed through sheer numbers.
"Sorcerer Legion, prepare!"
At Cocytus's command, the twenty thousand Sorcerers behind Shuna all raised their staves in unison.
Countless brilliant magic circles emerged in mid-air.
"Forbidden Spell: Blessing of the Witch God!"
With a sharp cry from Shuna, a wide-area magic circle instantly manifested beneath her feet.
In an instant, a five-colored light shone upon the twenty thousand Sorcerers.
The countless magic circles in the air all surged, doubling in size.
"Fire!"
The next moment.
"Meteor Swarm!"
"Extreme Cold Frost!"
"Absolute Cold Current!"
"Death Hurricane!"
"Rumble——!!!"
Countless giant meteors, ice spikes, and fireballs fell one after another.
Across the entire field, it was like a scene from the apocalypse.
In just a brief moment, the undead army suffered a devastating catastrophe; wails and roars mixed together, making the battlefield seem like an eternal purgatory.
The battlefield, which had been covered by a dense mass of undead, was forcibly cleared into a vacuum zone by this wave of indiscriminate bombing.
"Magic Beast Legion, crush them!"
A loud roar rang out.
"Roar——!!"
A massive Mammoth, a full twenty meters tall, trumpeted toward the sky.
Kurumi rode the Mammoth and charged into the endless undead army.
"Ura!!"
Mammoth Trample!
Terrifying power erupted, and in an instant, the undead in front were all turned to ash and vanished.
"Roar———!!!"
With a furious roar, the five thousand-strong Magic Beast Legion turned into bloodthirsty beasts and also charged into the undead army.
"What on earth are these things!?"
Yamsa watched this scene, drenched in cold sweat and dumbfounded... (Divider)
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