"Form ranks, all troops!"
The Stag Attendants swung into their saddles. At the same time, the Blade Rose Legion and the Magic Armor Knight Legion on the left and right closed in on this side at nearly their fastest speed, sharing all the pressure that should have fallen on the Stag Legion—and the silver Elven Guard.
Brandt had already slowly lowered his visor over his face. The hideous faceplate, woven with all kinds of beastly features, carried a terrifying killing aura.
He looked at the Palace Imperial Guard ahead. This army was an internal elven name that even Tiffany had never known.
There was no other reason.
If three hundred years was an era to the elves, then these Palace Imperial Guards had nothing whatsoever to do with the word "era."
Their selection was completely secret, utterly undisclosed, and their training did not exist at all in the public sight of the elves. Their growth was cruel and silent, yet it was very possible that even until death, they would never have the chance to put the results of a lifetime of training to use.
Just like in the past—through however many three-hundred-year spans, however many eras—the Palace Imperial Guard had never appeared on the battlefield.
In the faint legends of the Norris Continent, it was only recorded that these imperial guards would appear on the deities' Divine Kingdom Battlefields.
Yet everyone knew that in the War of the Deities Across Planes more than a hundred years ago, Lady Moon had been the only great existence to emerge completely unscathed.
Since she had not participated in the war between gods and spirits, this army naturally could not have had any reason to appear on a Divine Kingdom Battlefield.
"An elven Extraordinary Legion comparable to the Empire's six great Extraordinary Legions?"