Zero no Tsukaima:Volume14 Chapter6
Chapter 6: Tiger Highway
Being called ‘Gallia’s spine’ of the Fire Dragon Mountains, the eastern end of the location is extremely interesting. The watershed spanning from the north all the way down south cleanly marks the border of Gallia and Romalia.
At the bottom of the Fire Dragon Mountain, on a piece of the land facing the sea lays the Street of Aquelia.
A street in perpendicular with the Dragon Mountains.
That is what's known as the 'Tiger's Highway', a narrow street located in the valley that is more than 10 leagues long.
Taking advantage of the giant 10 leagues fault line, a bunch of mages created this with their power.
Being the only availiable path from Eastern Romalia to Gallia, the streets are often crowded with merchants and travelers.
To the left and right of this street are huge cliffs; making daytime and nighttime almost undiffrentiable.
Back in the days when this street had just been established, tigers brazenly lurked even on clouded days.... the appearance of man-eating tigers cried out loud for brave crusading teams again and again. Just as their existance was fading, then came the rumours of bandits.
Those who have passed through this street, saw no difference between bandits and the already-gone man-eating tigers, and hence came its name - "Tiger's Highway".
Fortunately, ever since the end of border expansions, even the appearance of bandits have diminished. Only occasional stories of starving bandits trying their luck. Traces of the previous dark impressions had been completely erased.
The two sides of the cliffs have been lit up brightly with torches, even hotels can be found embedded in both sides of the cliffs.
As one of the main trade routes of Halkenia, "Tiger's Highway" represents the symbol of Romalia's prosperity.
At the customs of Gallia, there seems to be some kind of dispute.
"What? Access denied? Officer, what's going on?"
The gate of the customs were tightly shut, piling up travellers and merchants in front of it.
"Orders are orders, just sit tight and wait here for the release orders"
A merchant squeezed out from the crowd.
"Hey, wait a second, if this shipment does not reach Romalia by tomorrow night, my losses will be immeasurable. Are You going to compensate me?"
“Don’t talk nonsense”
The people have the officers surrounded by layers.
“The Third Annual Enthronement Ceremony of the pope is about to end. Do you know how long I have waited for this day?”
"My fiancée is sick, I have to see her!"
An officer raised his staff and said: “We don’t care. We're only following orders from above, as for why, we have the least ideas ourselves.”
The gathered crowd looked at each other puzzled; at that moment.....a calvary came dashing forward. Before he was even able to get off his horse, he was already flooded by the people.
“Emergency, emergency.”
“What happened?”
“Two fleets has rebeled and are currently marching towards the 'Tiger's Highway'”
Rebel? Marching?
“Don't joke with me, rebellion these kind of stuff.”
The knight did not reply, but instead looked up to the sky. Northwest of where they are.... a few black dots were gradually enlarging.
“T-two fleets!”
However, unlike the past, the tail of the fleets were not hanging Gallia’s warship flag. In other words, the fleet are not acting on Gallia King's Government’s orders.
“We might as well call them the anonymous rebellion fleet ......”
The gathered crowd all stared at the sky with unease.
“Quick, look, something seems to be dangling under the ship.” Someone shouted out. Under the few dozen ships in protected by other ships in formation, a rope was seen hanging something. On closer inspection, it seemed to be of a human's figure.
"What's that, Golem? Or is it (卡格伊鲁)?"
“They're even brazenly wearing armour!”
Looking at the golem emitting a metallic sheen, the officer's back naturally broke into cold sweats.
The feelings of fear is almost instinctive.
In silence, the watch the fleet slowly steer into Romalia borders.
“What on earth, will happen next......”
On the decks of what was originally "Charles Orleans", on the charcoaled face, due to long years of services, of fleet captain Claville, expressed signs of confusion and anticipation.
“Don’t understand. I just don’t understand” He mumbled to himself with effort in each word.
Having spent almost his entire life in the sea of air, he could not understand what his lord’s intentions were.
“Pretend to rebel, turn Romalia into ashes.” Was the only order from his majesty. 30 years of service since being a cadet, never have he heard a more simple and yet brutal command.
He is more of a person who prefers to command a battle than politics. Most former colleagues who turned to the political line, are involved in civil strifes, bringing themselves to their own destruction.
Bowing his head, faithfully carrying out his orders..... without realizing, he have already been promoted to Governor.
After going through several large-scale battles, both his fame and experience have gradually risen.
Is this position really suitable for me?
In his mind, these issues often appear.
Duties weren't excatly busy to the point that he had no time to consider these questions.
Time flies.
Just as he was about to retire, perhaps getting a few more medals before return to his own territory, spending the rest of his life hunting or whatever.....
“I’ll give you Romalia.” Was what the incompetent King said.
To be able to get your hands on a country, at the very least, one can lead a life like a noble. No....if it’s a piece of land as large as Romalia, there would be no shame in claiming the title King.
'King'.
An idea that never came across him even once.
There is no sense of genuinity in it.
Yet, the idea had blew Claville's mind.
“I thought I was a person with no aspirations, no, I’m definitely am....” As if talking to himself, Claville quietly said.
Determining that it was to question himself, Chief deputy Viscount Julian opened his mouth. “After reducing the land to ashes, exactly what kind of regime would be built, our Highness.”
His words sandwiched irony, but not forgetting respect for their king.
“Don’t know.”
“Straightforward, aren’t you?”
“How long have we known each other?”
“More than 10 years already, I guess.”
"From the beginning, I have always been faithfully carrying out orders. Before I knew it, I already hold my position today....if I were to call myself talanted, I wouldn't spit a syllable even if my lips cracked. However,..... as for ambition, I can't admit having none.”
Julian replied with a tired voice. “I’m the same”
"Turning what into how much ashes, it'll all have to depend on my strength. A mission of this level, the king wants to mention as little as possible."
"As for whether this mission will end up smoothly? The guest we picked up at St. Maran.... That mysterious woman and the bounded up knight mannequins. For them, they might really turn Romalia into ashes. After all, no matter which way we think of it, the power to command these ship lies completely in her hands."
Claville recalled that King Joseph had a female Magistrate by the name of Sheffield. That woman exudes an ominous atmosphere. If it’s her, she’d really execute the command word by word, transforming the entire Romalia into ashes without so much of a blink of an eye.
"Not only that, between non-commissioned officers, many people have placed themselves against this operation. However, this is natural... according to rumors, at the capital a Knight of the Roses formed a real rebellion, though it seems it was immediately suppressed. If a fraud rebellion turned into a real one, this will definitely become a good plot for future operas."
“After this, every non-commissioned officers on the ship will be given territory, and the status of the Baron. Julian, you will be the Duke. "
Viscount Julian nodded.
“It’s going to start. Speaking of which……”
“What’s wrong?”
“This conspiracy, I wonder how many lifes with it claim?”
This operation does not concern only of war, Claville inadvertently discovered.
This is also a simple gamble.
Whether Romalia will turn to ashes is one.
Whether he is able to become king smoothly is another.
Whether the crew will obey is another.
This kind of despicable conspiracy was unheard of, but, it's too late to get out of it already. The pain of his conscience, is nothing in the face of his just awoken ambition.
"Perhaps I myself, am also longing for this gamble”
Lives include his own, are all thrown into the stake like coins.
Cruel to the extreme, there is nothing worth sparing in this relentless gamble.
“11 o'clock, Romalian fleet." The watchman cried out with a trembling voice.
On the gunning deck of "Hallue, Othellon", Second Lieutenant Williams was shaking with anger.
"What's wrong with this, this battle, is there no room for discussion?"
The ship’s non-commissioned officers shared the same mood as Second Lieutenant Williams. Since yesterday, before they have even a firm grasp of the situation, were already ordered to strike, and came all the way here.
According to what they heard, it's to trigger a war between Gallia and Romalia.
“I don’t understand.....why must we fight with Romalia’s soldiers?”
The soldiers all watched their own commander with the same puzzled eyes.
An aide-de-camp desended from the upper decks, bringing news to the confused soldiers.
“Fleet commander ordered that all the soldiers who participated in this campaign will have a special reward after the war. All non-commissioned officers are to be knighted and all soldiers are to be given noble statuses.”
But even so, no cheers could be heard from the gunning deck, everyone looked at the aide-de-camps’s face coldly.
"Over the reward, we'd rather have a suitable explanation. Why do we have to fight Romalia? Is Romalia not an ally of our country? Although it is of our duties to comply orders, this is just too puzzling."
Looking at the questioning Second Lieutenant Williams, the ADC only gave orders “Everyone back into places, we’re about to engage our enemy”
“Enemy, are you referring to the Romalia Army? Why would the Romalia Army be considered an enemy? Between us and them, for what reasons should we fight with them?”
The gunning officer around Second Lieutenant Williams also casted a skeptical eye to the ADC.
“Why, are we not hanging our flag?”
“T-this is because……”
"'We are now rebelling' kind of rumours are everywhere. How are we going to deny this now! Who excatly, is at the bottom of managing this rebel."
“R-rebel?”
Unrest in the cannon’s deck peaked. Second Lieutenant Williams grabbed the collar of the ADC's shirt.
"Even if we were to rebel, isn't there a standard rebelling procedure, are you supposed to gather all soldiers and ask for their opinions? What exactly are the captain and commander thinking?"
“Insolence!”
The ADC brandished his wand. In unison, 2nd Lieutenant Williams and the other officers all brandished theirs. The gunning deck was packed with tension.
This time, another order rang out.
“R-report, Romalian fleets approaching! All cannons get ready!"
Hearing the report, the ADC put away his wand.
“.....if you have something to say, leave it for later. We should first consider how to survive through this.”
“Damn!”
Unwillingly, Second Lieutenant Williams punched the wall.
The closing Romalian fleet totalled to forty something ships. Though said they're all the newest version ships, they are still far outnumbered by the opponent - a total of one hundred and twenty something Gallian amphibious fleet.
Even so, the approaching Romalian fleet is alerted for battle. Baring their sides, entering formation, they extended their cannons together.
Shortly followed by issuing their warning.
“To the unidentified approaching fleet. What lies ahead of you is Romalian territory, please immediately turn back. You are entering Romalian territory.”
Towards the knowledge of that the opponent was the Gallian amphibious fleet, the Romalian know completely. But since there was a lack of identification, following protocol was the most sensible thing to do.
Claville repeated the prepared speech: “We are the‘Gallia fleet of Volunteers’. We can no longer tolerate the brutality of the Gallian regime and wish to establish the rightful king to the throne. We hope that we can receive the support of Romalia, offering us an escape route.”
This was an absolutely fictional and completely unrealistic reason.
But, as long as they claim themselves as "a volunteering army for the establishment of the rightful king", then the rules of the Alliance of Kings does not conform anymore. Alliance of all four countries, only functions if everyone is hoping for pacifism.
“We are seeking orders from the government, please be patient”
That answer was to be expected.
So marks the end of standard greetings procedures.
The rest of the plan should be very simple to execute.
Defeat the overwhelmed Romalian army, dash all the way to the ceremonal grounds, drop the "armoured dummies"....
After that, they'll have to wait for the orders of female Magistrate Sheffield, who's authority is just below that of King Joseph's.
Out of everyone's surprise, the Romalian fleet pressed forward.
It was as if they had seen through their plan.
“They, already know of our plan?” Julian whimpered with a small voice.
“Doesn't matter. No matter what happens, they’re fated to turn into ashes”
The entire fleet turned，and laid parallel to the Romalian fleet.
“Fire all right cannons! Target, Romalian fleet!”
The order was immediately relayed to the gunners' deck and issued to the other ships via flag signals.
However,regardless of how long they waited, rounds of gunfire could not be heard. The other vessels also stayed silent.
“What, is there a malfunction？ Go and check.”
The ADC who was standing on one side dashed downwards, just to find himself coming back up with an embarassed face. “The gunners' deck are rebelling, they refuse to fight.”
Julian smiled bitterly.
"Looks like our extistance is destinied to become future opera stories."
Claville’s face turned red.
“Deck officers, pull out your wands, follow me to and suppress them."
When Claville was about to rush onto the cannon's deck....behind him came a woman’s voice.
“Commander.”
“Is, isn't this Magistrate Sheffield?”
Claiming a title of King Joseph's personal magistrate, this mysterious lady stood there.
Her body was wrapped with a black cloak similar to the fashion of ancient mages, a hood long enough to shadow her entire face. Her revealing lips, were crimson red like fresh blood.
“Let us down”
“But.....we’re not over Aquelia yet. We're just at the country’s border.”
Claville indicated at the "Tiger's Highway" below.
“That's alright. Time is precious.”
“Wouldn't that be too risky?”
Sheffield started laughing.
“The enemy army is not worthy of being feared.”
Claville was quickly brought back to reality by her smile.
“An order to all ships, cease fire. Release the ‘package’.”
Sheffield did not turn back. For the purpose of sitting on the Golomonta's (約路蒙鋼特) shoulder, she leapt off the railings of Charles Orleans.
She couldn't be seen using any levitation magic, yet light as a feather, only grabbing her sleeves, she floated down onto the Golomonta's shoulders. After confirming she has sit tight, Claville ordered the soldiers on the deck to cut the tethering rope.
From the middle of each vessel, Golomontas can be spotted dropping down to earth, all of them carrying oversized weapons such as cannons, large swords, spears so on so on.
Watching this scene from a close distance, one can, amazingly, feel a pressuring aura different from golems, emitting from each one of them.
The gigantic metal bodies all desend slowly. This is probably due to the activation of the "Levitation device" installed within them. If so, then that must be some terrifying power stored within.
According to rumours, the technological advance of these Golomontas, involved elves as well....., granting these Golomontas hair-raising abilities.
These things can use cannons as easily as if handguns..... even castle walls won't stand against them.
Plus, imagine this metal puppet swinging its sword. Just how much destruction will each blow cause?
Where on this world would they obtain magic strong enough to pierce the armour of these things?
Through even just imagining, already it sends shivers down one's spine.
The woman.... the one named Sheffield - the female Magistrate directly under his Majesty, is planning to expand a battle that she herself does not understand.
Turn Romalia into ashes.
These may be unrealistic words. On the other hand, with the aid of these murderous Golomontas, it might not seem so far fetched after all.
"How the hell did this happen"
Though says he's only driven by desire, he's starting to actually want to help.
He should no longer have any ties with those guys anymore, Claville secretly decided.
Putting the skies one side, on the camps of Romalia, they were the first discover Golomontas dropping everywhere from the sky, and deployed troops to stand guard, surrounding the exit of "Tiger's Highway".
Since the inaguration of the coronation ceremony, they have been issued an order, alerting them of Gallian army's invasion, and have been standing guard since.
Originally taking the idea of Gallian army invading as a joke, the appearance of Gallian fleet above their heads turned their heads around completely. What reason would there be, which might, even potententially, cause the Gallian army to invade?
As soon as they cross the border, the Romalian army a new order.
'No matter what class of soldiers it is, wiped them out. If a woman with runes engraved on her forehead is found, capture her alive.'
Even the Captain of the Crusades spoke to himself with a nervous tone. “Those armoured puppets that the Gallia fleet dropped......are golems?”
One by one, the armoured puppets rushed over to the canyon sandwiched by the two cliffs of "Tiger's Street".
“By just these golems, they're planning to attack us?” Vice-captain scratched his ears and muttered.
"From what it seems, there aren't any more airborne units.... probably still on top of those ships."
“Now what?” The vice-captain asked。
"Ignore them. As long as we take advantage now and take them down one by one. Let’s go” The Captain's voice could be heard overflowing with confidence. There's a perfectly valid reason to support his confidence. After all, under his command is not any squad.
It's a mobile "artillery" squad.
Seeing the two squads of infantrymen heading into Tiger's street, the "artillery" units paused eating grass, lazily stretching their bodies.
They are the "Tortoise Artillery Units".
On the lands of Halkenia, they are a very popular choice for armies.
Contary to popular belief, tortoises are not species with a slow-reaction.
In addition, tortoises have a large weight carrying capacity, through them, an army can quickly deply cannons across the entire battlefield. It is said that the appearance of this unit, completely reshaped Halkenia's castle sieges.
Soldiers in charge of steering these tortoises, untangled the rope holding these tortoises in place, allowing "artillery units" to march forward. Heaving cannons on their backs, each step giving a dull 'thud', they emit an antic feeling out of place with the idea of battlefields.
On the other hand, the cannons they're carrying have nothing to do with the word farce. Less agile golems, if they were to take one of these rounds directly, the result would be scattered pieces everywhere.
Entering the street into around 5 squares on the map, the captain ordered them to stand guard.
This place, of the entire canyon, is the only place where it gets wide. Lined up by buildings on both sides, this forms a small-scaled camp.
Usually packed with people, yells everywhere, have now become empty and eerily silent, the only noise coming from the occasional rustles the squad makes from waiting the enemy.
Around one square in front of them, a blurred shadow of the enemy can be seen. The captain laughed. Probably a team of amateurs, stupid enough to let golems march in such a narrow space without any coverage.
"Ha, this'll be great target practice! Artillery units, load!"
Soldiers in control of the tortoises, popped cannonballs into the cannon. These cannons have a range of two squares. If they want a lethal shot on targets with size of a golem, they must wait until they are in 500 metre's range.
The captain silently awaits for the perfect timing, thinking of putting them down in one go. In the squad, conversation teasing the enemy can be heard continuously.
Yet, as these "Golems" approach them, laughters turned into shocked cries in no time.
"Wearing armours?"
"How are come their motions are so smooth?"
Just by looking at it, the captain has instinctively felt fear.
This is no normal golems.
"Fi- Open fire!"
A result of being blinded by fear, the captain impatiently issued the attack orders.
The artillery units' continuously fire into the narrow space in the canyon, echoing thunderous 'booms'. The tortoises retreated into their shells, acting as a better force against the enormous recoil of the cannons.
Although they aren't completely into the 'lethal' distance yet, the target is locked and they have lots of cannons to spare.
The shells beautifully lands in the middle of the "golem" croud, bring up a thick cloud of dust. Loud hit-confirming clangs of metal colliding together can be heard.
These are, after all, cannons fitted for enlarged shells.
If the golems get hit, they are sure to have limbs flying everywhere.....
And yet....among the smoke, those golems were still progressing as if nothing happened.
“Unharmed!?!?” The petrified vice-captain said.
“Not possible.....that was a direct hit from the cannon? Not even the walls of a castle can withstand a shot from even on round of these artillery units!”
“Next round, fire! Continue! Hurry!”
However, the second rounds never begun. The "Golems" were already in front of them, holding big cannons in their hands.
“Those Golems can run! Are these Golems at all?”
“They have cannons!”
“Wuahhhhhhhhhh!”
Endorsed into a state of panic, the soldiers all hurriedly threw down their heavy armour, pushing one and another for escape.
At this moment, the Golomontas fired Their cannons. Hot burning spraying rounds, laid holes in the fleeing soldiers.
一声远远超过刚才炮龟兵们发射时的巨响过后，落弹处的周围好像化为了地狱一般。在如此狭小的地点，塞满火药的榴弹爆炸开来的威力，实在是惨不忍睹。
提波利的混成连队，被一炮歼灭。
在一片火海之中，约路蒙钢特沿着街道南下，它们的身姿宛如撒播地狱的古代恶魔军团。
一位侥幸逃过劫的士兵，躲在脖子紧缩在壳内的炮龟旁，仰望着通过的约路蒙钢特，说道：
“S-strange monster……”
在艾克蕾亚的圣露蒂亚教堂休息室内，好像蜂巢般吵吵嚷嚷。神官们面对不断收到的国境附近的战况报告露出惊恐万状的神色，不安的气氛笼罩了各个角落。
圣堂骑士队的队长们为了赶赴自己驻扎在郊外的部队，已离开圣堂。在外面，由于流传出教皇突然中止弥撒是由于加里亚军发动了侵略，这个流言如星星之火般呈现出扩大混乱的趋势。
Among the crowd, Henrietta did not know what to do so she stood foolishly in the lounge .
Numerous curses.
Reports arriving.
War?
Gallia instigated a war?
This truth, she could not believe her own ears. ‘The plan’ failed, why must they still instigate a war?
A knight brought news from the country’s border fight between Gallia and Romalia.
“The one fighting is the Gallia’s rebellion fleet!?”
The 武官 sitting side by side took it in their stride when they learned the news.
“Why would the rebellion fleet want to attack another country?”
“Because we rejected their request to escape”
武官们laughed loudly。
Even Henrietta shook her head when she heard this poor reason.
Knowing that the war had started, she felt frustrated.
She did not think that Gallia would be that desperate to instigate a war.
这里是外国，安莉埃塔没有任何指挥权。什么也做不了的焦急感，在她心中燃起。虽然手上还有随行的水精灵骑士队和露易丝可以用。但他们之前已转为负责圣堂外的警戒工作。
安莉埃塔判断加里亚突然的侵略，有可能是因为罗马尼亚的挑衅所致。因为在国境不断囤积兵力，刺激到了加里亚。
只停留在识破‘阴谋’的在纸上谈兵，果然还是……她为自己的无能而咬牙切齿。
就在这时，常驻在艾克蕾亚的加里亚领事，带着自己的骑士，满脸傲慢地出现了。替代拜多里奥，担任临时负责人的武官团，站起来迎接他。
“太遗憾了，真是太遗憾了。这次，我国的叛徒们，给贵国带来了很大的不便。我王深表歉意。因此……”
察明事态的武官，毫不掩饰地对领事宣告道：
“无法贵国遣兵镇压。这里没有会引狼入室的傻瓜。你回去告诉约瑟夫。我们信仰固定的罗马尼亚精兵们，会把所有加里亚的异端一个不剩地全部消灭”
“What are you saying? This is my country’s rebellion. To them, my country…..”
正当加里亚的领事准备继续鼓动三寸不烂之舌时，罗马尼亚的武官一把举起法杖，指向他。一旁的神官们不禁发出惊叫。
“武官大人，武官大人，若是让鲜血玷污了圣堂……”
对着惊恐万状的领事，武官说道：
“失礼了，我们罗马尼亚的武官几乎都是由圣堂骑士中选拔出来的。希望你能原谅我的粗暴。不过，还请你多我注意自己的言词。对你们文官来说，语言就相当于是我手中的法杖。在拔出之时，请一定要有所觉悟”
领事点头哈腰地离开了。对于漂亮地回击了加里亚领带的武官，众人抱以热烈的掌声。
看着这场骚动，安莉埃塔终于真实地感到。
‘The war has already started’
随着教皇休息室的房门被打开，拜多里奥带着神官团走出进来。安莉埃塔顿时感到一阵气血上涌，她迅即走向那里。克制着想要扇对方一个巴掌的冲动，安莉埃塔心中涌起的感情爆发了。
“猊下！You intend to be responsible? Because of your挑衅, Gallia has finally instigated a war!”
“My挑衅？”
拜多里奥asked in surprise.
“Yes! You 在国境上配置的军队 to provoke a war that could be avoided!”
“您谬论了。若是不在国境配置军队，恐怕连留给我们开会的时间也没有了吧。正是由于军队带着拼死一搏的觉悟抵抗敌人，我们现在才能坐在这里商讨对策”
拜多里奥leaned near Henrietta.
“为了杀戮‘我的同胞’，约瑟夫动用了军队。这件事不是如此简单吗？”
在短短一个交锋过后，便颠倒了是非。安莉埃塔流出悔恨的眼泪。
“B-but……whatever happens, there’s no need to use…”
“You misunderstand. Henrietta your Highness. This war is not the product of 政治斗争, it is also not because of the conspiracy being exposed which caused its failure, this is not like the games in court, and it is fundamentally different. This war is related to both the survival of irreconcilable war. Break through the conspiracy, is but only a mean. And war is also …... one of the steps”
Henrietta looked at 拜多里奥 in a daze.
这位教皇的心中……竟然同时盘居着慈悲与残酷。
“交涉？调解？这种东西已经不会存在于这场战争之中。事已至此，唯有全力击败敌人。既然同为实力之国，只有完全同盟，或是完全敌对。除此之外，再无第三条路可行。这次事件，若您只将其认识是普通的外交，那便让我太为难了。恐怕，约瑟夫国王也是这样想的吧”
拜多里奥转头面前神并肩而立的神官和武官们。说起来，聚集在这里的，都是位居罗马尼亚中枢要职的大人物。
看着他们的阵容，安莉埃塔不禁自问‘为何此前没有注意到？’
‘Capture the evidence of a conspiracy, force King Joseph to give up his position’
‘Let the elves return the holy land，进入交涉’
如果交涉不成的话，又该如何是好？
双方老老实实地各退一步？别傻了。如果能办到这点，最初就不会有什么可操心的。拜多里奥早就看穿了这点。他一定是从最初就打算在交涉破裂之时，动用战争手段。一切不过是早一步晚一步的问题……
He said it before.
「普里米尔教徒们希望为愚蠢的争斗划上永远的终止符」
啊，从一开始拜多里奥就为了这个目标，而不惜把整个国家和所有人民都当作筹码，展开一场乾坤一掷的大赌博。
他把巨大的疯狂一次用尽，用来收搭所有的对手。
“加里亚的异端们，work together with the elves，plotting to wipe us out. As the servant of our ancestor and god, I hereby launch this holy war! “
There was silence in the church and what happened next was like boiling water.
“Ooooooooohhhhhh!”
‘Holy war’
For the people of Hal Genia, this ‘field’ change is a big gamble.
In this world, only talented people can advance, an endless fight……
There will not be an ending for this frenzy. From this moment onwards, they will be soldiers who are not afraid of dying for their god and Founder Brimir.
Henrietta’s legs turned soft and she fell to the ground. The 'Holy war' has been released. It’s either I live or you die, if they don’t annihilate each other, they won’t give up. This endless madness of war had finally begun.
It is already unable to stop; no one can stop this war.
This man as the (代始祖拜多里奥), continued saying:
“To obtain this 'holy war' victory is to recapture the 'Holy Land' from the elves. Giving all the soldiers of the god blessings”
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