"He's Roland?"
"Why would the Beast of Revelation manifest in human form?"
"When did that guy get here?"
Everyone was stunned by the sight before them.
Everyone present was a battle-hardened magician, and countless among them were renowned powerhouses throughout the world, yet not one had noticed when Roland appeared.
The allied army, whose morale had just soared, suddenly felt as though it had plunged into an ice cellar. Horror appeared on many faces.
Clearly, this situation was something they had never anticipated.
It was not that they said one thing and did another.
Leaving aside the collective will of a nation, the elite troops who had answered Elizard's call during the surprise attack on Britain had absolutely come prepared to sacrifice themselves.
It was simply that discovering the target of their crusade had suddenly appeared at such an impassioned rally was a truly staggering shock.
It was every bit as awkward as watching an anime and having a fan-service scene come on just as a family member looked over.
Roland was surrounded by fully armed knights and magicians, and even armored vehicles and enormous Spirit Garments cruising through the sky.
He stood alone, with nothing but the Sacred Sword in his hand.
Yet judging by the situation, the European allied army looked more like the side that had been surrounded.
"Why has everyone gone quiet? And here I was, looking forward to seeing what new tricks this supposed global alliance might have... But with a showing like this,"
Roland wore a smile that sent chills through them, and his voice grew colder.
"-What makes you think you can beat me like this?"
"You're right,"
Elizard took a deep breath and stepped forward of her own accord. "But if we don't try, we won't have even the slightest chance of