The new king of Diriya's god-slaying camp.
On a raised platform hastily built from stone and timber.
Wearing a crown and golden armor, the extraordinarily handsome young king drew his longsword and pointed it skyward at an angle!
"I, Gene Diriya, descendant of the Sun Dynasty, blood descendant of the Golden Lion King, common sovereign of the eastern Dia human race, Anker troll race, Eastshadow Forest elf race, and Dalian dwarf race, ruler of the Diriya Kingdom, hereby swear!"
"In this battle, we fight for the living beings of the earth!"
"In this battle, we fight for all the races of the world!"
"Let the ancient kings bear witness!"
"In this battle, the brave shall be rewarded with fiefs, titles, money, and beauties, while those who shrink back in cowardice shall be stripped of all honor and forever scorned by the world!"
"In this battle, the companions who fight beside me, whether nobles or commoners, shall all be recorded in the continent's heroic epics! Their names shall endure forever!"
Every declaration from the new king, Gene, drew cheers that thundered like mountains roaring and seas surging.
Of course, when they heard that victory would bring rewards of fiefs, money, titles, and beautiful women, their cheers became even more sincere.
Bronze mortals were not so easily fooled. Without those things, who would travel all this way with you just to die together?
In this era, who among those who became powerful was not a shrewd operator? Or a shrewd dwarf, a shrewd elf...
As for whether the Diriya Kingdom had fiefs to offer, that hardly posed a problem for His Majesty, the new king of Diriya. Wasn't the vast stretch of land beneath their feet the most convenient reward?
As for the royal family of the Amit Kingdom, who had lost