Chapter 370

Chapter 370. Attendance of the headmaster (2)

“Schoolmaster...

“How is the war situation?”

I know, but he deliberately asks him, who had fought a fierce battle with the allied forces a while ago.

A little while ago, Rogel was thoroughly butchered by the sword master of Ernesia Kingdom.

I had a rare experience of having my whole body cut into 40 pieces.

“It's really hard.”

Rogel honestly reported the situation.

“After the sword masters and tower owners participated in the battle, they are being pushed out of their power.”

“Um, I guess.”

Even if you don't die, if there is a difference in skill, it's just a meat shield.

“More than anything, I am concerned about the morale of my comrades.”

“That makes sense too.”

Even if you don't die, it's not that there's no pain, and if you keep being stabbed and burned, your mind will be depleted.

Letelneas was convinced.

“I don't think it's good to continue like this.”

“I agree.”

It is an overly simplistic calculation that the longer you hold on, the more advantageous this side is.

The possibility of variable occurrence is full and overflowing.

Retelneas couldn't overlook that either.

“I can’t.”

Letelneas rose from her seat.

He, who was just commanding the magicians under the command of the leader, moves himself.

Understanding the meaning, Rogel opened his eyes wide.

“Will the young schoolmaster step forward?”

“Isn’t it the duty of a church member to make an effort not to make the headmaster wait?”

“That’s right!”

“So I have to step in. You are temporarily in charge of command here.”

It's usually not right for the commander to be away.

It's not a formal army anyway, so there's no need to stick to formality that much.

In fact, I sat still and said, “Hmm! Put your full power in here!” I was just getting tired of saying the same boring things.

Given that the allied forces also put in talented people, it is reasonable for those with skills to step up on this side as well.

“If even one person breaks in, that will be more troublesome. If you don't, you might disturb the teacher. So I will take care of all the powerful people of the Allied Forces.”

Letelneas handed over the minimum command to Rogel and was about to head for the battlefield.

“Okay, let’s play lightly... Um?”

However, he stumbled as he tried to use the teleport magic.

Because the magic was suddenly interrupted.

The sudden failure almost cost him an unsightly fall.

It's not a mistake.

Someone had deliberately canceled his magic.

And there was no need to find the culprit.

“...Small schoolmaster? Are you going to the battlefield yourself?”

It was the headmaster's voice that canceled his magic.

It's not just a dispel.

Her demonic interference prevented the young schoolmaster from teleporting.

What kind of massive magic is this?

‘That's absurd.'

However, Retelneas was not taken aback and calmly bowed down in front of the leader who summoned him.

“Aren’t you busy with preparations, Master? How did you come up to such a noisy place?”

“The preparations have been over for a long time.

All that remains is to retrieve it.

Not particularly busy.”

Did an ordinary magician finish the preparations that would take a thousand years even if he devoted his entire life and generation after generation in this short time?

Retelneas, knowing what the leader was trying to do, admired inwardly.

To have reached that level with just one life, rather than having accumulated opportunities in life repeatedly like they did.

But now was not the time to be excited about it.

“From what I hear, it seems that the kingdoms are persistent in their interference?”

“Even if not, now I tried to clear the obstruction myself. So why don't you relax and rest?”

A great disaster will soon strike the battlefield.

I'll have to be careful not to get caught up in it.

“Then, where can I relax the power of the headmaster... Hmm? But what are you doing?”

His eyes, which seemed to be muttering with interest, now saw Rogel's bent back, which was still lying on his face.

The principal has already left, so what are you doing?

“The headmaster is gone?”

“That's it?...”

“Hmm?”

“I can't get up because I have no strength in my back...

This is a more pathetic reason than I imagined.

“What should I do with this waist...

” “Do it on your own.”

Oh no!

The young master turned his eyes away from the pathetic old man.

The first to witness her appearance was Felken, the sword master of the Merman Empire, who was leading the troops of the Merman Empire.

The Merman Empire's knights, led by him, were far ahead of the armies of other countries, stirring up the warlocks' lines.

If it's bold, should it be bold?

In a way, it was a hasty command.

If they make a mistake, they are surrounded and lead to the point where it is perfect for them to be knocked out.

Even so, the reason he was able to overwhelm the enemy was because of his terrifying momentum as he cut down the warlocks in the forefront.

“In this battle, the Merman Empire's knights must first obtain the supply and demand of the enemy's leader!”

There wasn't any other reason.

It's just a reason, ‘If your performance is lower than that of other countries' armies, your pride will be hurt!'

Above all, there was something conscious of the activities of sword masters in other countries.

It's kind of competitive.

The reason why he stopped charging for a while was because he noticed something strange approaching from the front.

“ok? What is that bitch again?”

After randomly cutting and blowing away the black magicians who stood in his way, he frowned when he saw a woman with purple hair who appeared with an obviously strange atmosphere.

“...Looks like a warlock, doesn't it?”

Covering the woman's curvaceous body was undoubtedly the robe worn by warlocks of the Dark Church.

However, what made me feel that the atmosphere was strange was not something else, but the strange feeling she exuded.

Other warlocks are intoxicated with the madness of battle and immortality, and have no reason to properly maintain their sanity.

It's just a child who doesn't have to do anything, and it's just like being swung by his own immortal body.

But there is something strange about that woman.

Above all, an unusually cold energy emanating from it.

He didn't know about wizards, but he had a hunch that this wasn't an ordinary evil energy.

“...It seems like he has some skills.”

Although he has an impatient and rough personality, he is by no means so hasty as to underestimate what is in front of him.

There are enough eyes to recognize the strong.

And the moment I saw her, chicken skin grew on my skin.

It was instinctively understood.

That year is not normal.

“Somehow, it seems like a troublesome type, so I’m going to split the head first and suppress it... hmm?!”

The moment he was about to strike first, he saw something nonsensical.

A purple haze seemed to rise around her, and before long it became a giant claw that raked the area around her.

“What?!

He hurriedly raised his greatsword and blocked the demon's claws.

But the other knights couldn't.

There were those who were directly beaten to pieces and died screaming, and most of them were blown away by the wind pressure caused by the tremendous density of power being stirred up.

The knights of the empire were scooped up and scattered in the air like a cake on a spoon.

“Oops!”

He looked back at the flying soldiers and was horrified.

In a single blow, thousands of knights soared into the sky.

If you fall like that, no one will be safe.

‘What happened?!'

No matter how much he was appointed as the sword master of the empire, he could not save the falling knights at the same time.

However, the disaster he was preparing for did not happen.

I wondered if the falling speed of the falling knights slowed down, but they landed safely on the ground.