Chapter 1189 – #281_All-Out War (4)

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1.

The desert, which was once filled with peace, was now filled with the storms of war.

The electric line formed in a crooked zigzag pattern due to the impact of a head-on collision, and repeats the tight push and pull.

-Slap! Slam!

The dragon soldiers formed by the summons formed a square to confront the fluttering paper cavalry.

Unlike the appearance of the paper cavalry, which looked as if it would fly away at the slightest breeze, it quickly and powerfully broke through the square lined up in a straight line.

-Kwasik! Kwazijic!

The paper cavalry, trying to advance by breaking its shield with its hoof and hanging its dragon soldier on the tip of a long spear, looked up at the sky, bruised with so many colors that its original color was no longer visible.

-Kyaooooo!!!

At that moment, a thunderbolt of fire poured down on the paper cavalry.

A long line of fire poured out by the dragoons, who were hovering in the sky like the angels of death, and cut through the middle of the cavalry.

The paper cavalry, boasting of peerless majesty and breaking through the square, was burned up without even leaving ashes by the breath of flame that attacked from the sky.

The mercenaries in the back line fill in the gaps in the battle line, which were shaken for a moment, and form a square again, confronting the monster army that shows no signs of abating at all.

However, even dragoons that carry out high-power bombing raids like gunships cannot be safe.

-Knock! Let’s go!

One by one, the broken and damaged puppets attacked the dragoons who had lowered their altitude for bombing, and soon the dragoons were thrown to the ground like dragonflies attacked by a swarm of ants.

The sound of explosions and crushing sounds coming from all directions, the sound of bones or metal being crushed, broken and melted.

It’s a hell where it’s hard to save one’s life if not only a human, but even a decent witch intervenes without a plan.

The area where the two familiar armies meet has already become a huge crusher.

However, in someone’s eyes, it is just a grab.

For example, a witch who, if she decides to do so, can jump into the front lines alone and turn the tide of the war.

Elara Kronos, the Eastern Legion Commander ‘Witch of Time’, who was standing next to Orselia, lifted her glasses and reported.

“So far, 18% of the vanguard troops consisting of familiars have been lost. The residents also put their heads around it quite a bit.”

“It’s a natural idea for a witch.”

Again, her witch’s front line is vast compared to her numbers.

To the extent that it far exceeds the scope of individual cognition.

Nevertheless, it is not difficult to examine all of these battlefields.

Clairvoyance is a basic skill that cannot even be included in the magnetic magic axis.

Both Orselia and Elara could, if they wanted to, overlook the battlefield like a chess player.

“You haven’t lost interest now, have you?”

Ella frowned.

Because there she was, Orcelia, curled up on her chair, doing some strange yoga pose.

It is difficult to say that he is showing great interest in the war that has just begun.

There are only two things Orselia pursues.

Gastronomy and entertainment.

However, she gets bored as quickly as her insatiable cravings or her ability to act, and once she gets bored with it, she abandons even the hard work she has worked hard on.

“It can’t be.” I know that too. There is a proper order to the courses and the entire meal is in full swing now.”

“… Then do it right. “You are in charge.”

Unlike Orselia, who joined Hexennacht simply out of interest and pleasure-oriented motivation, Elara is fighting this war quite seriously.

I am seeking victory with a sense of duty because I believe that if we treat humans as poorly as Gehenna does now, the day will come when witches will truly be ruled by humans.

“Hungry… I’m hungry…”

From that perspective, the sight of Orselia whining was enough to make me angry.

“Hey!”

As soon as I grabbed Orcelia’s shoulder as she writhed as if she was sinking into her chair her …

-Kwasik!

With an eerie sound, Elara’s finger she was almost cut off.

Orcelia’s shoulder split open and a strange mouth with jagged teeth appeared, trying to bite her hand.

“You fucking…”

Orcelia raised her head and saw her drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, as if she were suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

A paranoid hunger was felt in the whites, which were pink with a shiny white color.

“It’s painful to watch. There are so many dinners prepared, but you have to wait a long time for the main course… Duke Tiphareth was also on the front line, right? Is she delicious? The newly inherited Witch of the Deep was in charge of you, right? The stigma is okay, so how could it not be on her body? Shin Si-woo, ah, I can’t leave out Shin Si-woo… The only male witch! I feel like I want to eat it all… I want to run away right now… “What should I do?”

I’m not in my right mind.

Orselia, who usually wears the shell of a noble young lady, is speaking gibberish as if she has been cornered.

“I knew it. “I feel so bad for you.”

However, Orselia’s hunger and desire are directly related to her strength.

It can be said that it is an attribute that cannot be escaped as it has been in close contact with magnetic magic for over a thousand years.

Since he seems to have managed to maintain his sense of reason, there is no way he will go wrong with the war itself.

“Just pick up something and eat it. There was plenty to eat, right? “I even brought a chef into this mess.”

“That is blasphemous! Elala! Do you know when food tastes best? This hunger and waiting is the seasoning of heaven… “

“I don’t want to listen to your gastronomic theories. Roughly speaking, the market is a side dish, right? So what are you going to do?”

Elara didn’t want to listen carefully, so she cut off the conversation.

Orselia stuck out her lips as if she was being sarcastic, but she soon regained her composition and wiped her drool well.

“I think it’s time to raise the tempo a bit, don’t you think? Right?”

Currently, the simple military superiority lies with Hexennacht.

Not only is the entire army strengthened with high-performance artifacts that Verda, the Verdant Witch, has prepared all night long, but there is also Blanche, a secret weapon that is scheduled to be deployed when the situation calls for it.

This is consistent with the fact that the player has the right to go first and has more opportunities to make up for mistakes and game-winning moves than the opponent.

Gehenna’s right-wing protection unit deployed as if spreading both wings while the war of familiars continued in the center of the battlefield.

The leader is Lulue Nukelabi, the newly inherited witch of the deep sea.

I don’t know if this was intentional, but the right wing defense unit that will face Hexennacht’s ‘Eastern Legion’ is weaker than the rest.

This means that there is enough room to stab.

“Elara, please lead the eastern army and punish the Witch of the Deep Sea.”

2.

L’Ruye stood tall on her highest dune with her arms crossed.

Her ultramarine blue eyes capture the flames and magical energy rising from afar.

“Nukelabi. The enemy’s eastern corps vanguard is advancing.”

“Well, Jim can see it too.”

The role of the Gehenna right wing unit, which was deployed at a distance compared to the left wing unit, which was almost adjacent to the central army, was determined.

While power costs are falling, equal forces cannot be deployed on all fronts.

In that case, you will only win the war if you succeed in the miracle of withstanding inferiority on all fronts.

Therefore, the right-wing unit is a deliberately exposed weakness, a kind of bait.

We deployed troops that seemed relatively small compared to other fronts.

A military force so attractive that Hexennacht could swallow it up at once by investing a little more.

Even the Witch’s War follows the most basic natural law of war, which is that if one front line collapses, it becomes very, very disadvantageous.

The more intense the confrontation on other fronts, the stronger Hexennacht’s desire to dig into its weak points.

“What are the main troops?”

“It appears to be the Farfa Unit, El Special Task Force, and Hexennacht side conflict mediators, centered around the Corps Commander, the Witch of Time.”

Although they are united under the banner of Qliphoth, they are still strong individuals who live on their own.

Just as Gehenna organized the allied forces on the basis of ‘society’, they also maintained the outline of the existing force without completely integrating into the corps.

The Farfa Unit is a notorious public cartel that ruled the South African region in the past.

The El Special Forces is a group of outcast warlords who gathered around the ‘Witch of Light’ and created a headache for Witch Point.

Dispute mediators are judges of the dispute mediation organization who have been tasked with punishing misbehaving citizens within the city since the establishment of Hexennacht.

Unlike the right-wing formation of Gehenna, which was comprised of only witches, a march led by the army of the end of the mission separated from the central army.

In addition, since the commander of the East Corps personally went to the front, his intention to give it a proper fight was evident.

“Wow, I pulled out a fairly sharp knife.”

Unlike Lulue, who was as calm and fragile as the deep sea, the other witches’ shoulders were stiff from tension.

Just looking at the difference in numbers between witches and witches, they are outnumbered by 1 to 1.4.

In a good sense, it was a successful ‘drawing in’, but in other words, it meant facing a lot of risk.

Although they voluntarily participated in the war as it was a dangerous role, they could not help but feel intimidated in the face of the approaching threat.

“Seuuuuu…”

Lulue took a deep breath.

“Attention all troops!!!!”

With his loud voice her, he attracted the attention of the entire right-wing defense unit.

The witch who was shaking her fingertips, the witch who was swallowing her saliva, and the witch who was holding back tears all focused their attention on Leruë.

“Among the naval admirals I met, there was one who overcame infinite inferiority and defeated the enemy!!! He said, If you want to die, you will live! He said that if he wants to live, he will die! “What a wonderful maximum!”

The role given to a leader who leads a group includes boosting morale.

Lulué’s white cloak flutters in the wind, revealing the queen’s true colors.

“I want to live!”

There was a moment of silence.

“… Didn’t they say that if you want to live, you will die… ? ?”

“Yes.”

This is because something went wrong with Leruet’s speech her, which started with her solemn atmosphere her.

But Lulue doesn’t care and continues talking.

“Therefore, any enemy who stands against me will die.”

Although it was interpreted differently from the original meaning, the important thing is the atmosphere.

The Gehenna witches, influenced by Lruye, who says something wonderful without being at all intimidated in front of the approaching army, shout out.

“For Gehenna!”

“Long live the Witch of the Deep!”

“Ready for battle!!!!!”

“He tells you to prepare for battle!!!”

“Follow my orders!!!”

L’Ruye’s nostrils fluttered imperceptibly as she fulfilled her lifelong wish.