"Is this idiot out of his mind?!" Roland pointed out beyond the city walls, trembling. Adolf Heinrich supported him, afraid he would fail to catch his breath, fall, and die.
"...Keep an eye on the King! I'm going to clean up those bastards!" Adolf Heinrich looked at the orcs rampaging and shouting within the city, murderous intent gleaming chillingly in his eyes.
"Bang!" Adolf Heinrich flashed forward, and the light magic in his hand struck them, tearing them apart in an instant. The annihilating power of light magic was unleashed to its fullest.
"Boom!" Blazing light illuminated the orcs throughout the city. Adolf Heinrich's light magic precisely found every single orc. After all, light magic possessed the most tracking spells, and practically no one could outrun light itself!
"Boom!" The city gates were forced open, and the Knight Order outside surged in alongside the routed Eastern Yi soldiers. Flashes of blades lit up the terrified faces of the Eastern Yi and the orcs.
"It's over!" Roland wearily tossed aside the sword in his hand and dropped onto a heap of corpses. Blood flowed over his boots, blooming with an alluring violet-red color like flowers.
"Yeah! It's over!" Wes sheathed his longsword tiredly and sat on the ground, heedless of the blood drenching him, filled only with relief at having survived.
"..." Adolf Heinrich glanced at Roland without saying anything. The victory bought by countless lives on the battlefield was too painful, so heavy that Adolf Heinrich did not dare look at Roland.
"..." Silent tears ran down Roland's cheeks. For the first time, his heart felt as though it were being carved apart by blades. Soldiers! They were all his soldiers! They were all gone! Amid the endless kill records in the system were enormous casualty records for the