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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 250: Life of a Man (1)

Chapter 250: Life of a Man (1)

Group⁠⁠ teleportation in the​​ game was a quality of life⁠ magic spell that⁠⁠ allowed the player⁠​‌ to travel anywhere‍​‍ they wanted outside‌ of battles.

When​​​ you were allied‌ up with Josephine​‍ Clara, who was​⁠‌ renowned for the​ said spell, you⁠ were able to​‌​ not only teleport‍‍‌ but also get‌‌ other supportive spells‌⁠‌ like meteor strikes.​‌⁠

However,​⁠⁠ this spell was‌ not something that‌‍ was unique to⁠ Lady Josephine.

Dimensional‍‍ magic was a sector of magic.⁠‍​

In‌‍ fact, it used​​ to be one​‌ of the major‍‍⁠ cults of the​ Tower of Mages,​‌ back when they​ suffered severe damage⁠​ from Josephine’s dimensional⁠⁠‌ spells during the​ Witch Revolution.

There‍​ was, however, one‍‌‌ clear downside to‍ dimensional magic.

It‍ wasn’t cost-efficient.

The‌​‌ amount of mana⁠‍⁠ required to teleport‌⁠ one single person​‌ rivaled that of‍⁠ grand spells, and​⁠⁠ that increased even​​​ further depending on⁠ the distance they⁠‍ had to teleport.‍‌⁠

With​ the rise of‌⁠​ a monstrous figure​⁠‍ in dimensional magic‍​‍ called Josephine, normal⁠ mages started to‌‌​ give up on‍‍‌ even learning it‍‌ unless they considered‍ themselves to be‍​ a future material‌ for a great‍ mage.

What​⁠ was fortunate, at‌ the very least,​​ was that there‍ were a lot‌ of mages in‌​​ this expedition.

The‌ slave mages from‍⁠‌ the Tower had‌‍​ all joined the⁠⁠ war, and because‌⁠ we were in​ charge of all​‌⁠ the Guardian Associations,⁠⁠ we were able‍‌‌ to command most‌⁠ of the mages⁠‍ and knights under​⁠‌ the Associations to⁠‌ participate in the‍⁠ war.

As​‌‍ a result, there​ was a high‍​ ratio of mages‍ in spite of‌⁠‍ the sheer number‌ of soldiers we​ had.

Right‍‍ now, there were‍⁠‌ 98 mages in⁠ Miruam’s army.

Considering​‌ the distance between‍‍⁠ here and where⁠ Lady Josephine was,⁠⁠‌ each and every⁠​‌ mage acting as‌ a mana battery‍⁠​ for the group‌ teleportation would only‌ allow the teleportation‍⁠ of about 20~30⁠​ people.

In⁠ other words, the⁠⁠⁠ maximum we could​‌ take was approximately⁠ 3,000.

Then‍ what would happen⁠‍⁠ to the remaining​ 3,000? They had⁠ to stay behind,⁠⁠‌ and there was‍ nothing bright about​ what would happen‍‍‌ to them.

“I’m​​ assuming you will⁠ prioritize the important‌⁠ figures like knights‌​‍ and mages, followed⁠⁠‌ by elites without‍ considering the injured​ and the conscripted.”⁠

“Yes.​ Because they are​‍ the core of​ this expedition.”

I could understand where​ they were coming‌​⁠ from.

The‍‌ moment they were‍‌​ injured, the injured​⁠‌ soldiers couldn’t contribute‍ much in the​‌​ war. The same​⁠ applied to the‌​‌ conscripted soldiers who⁠‍‍ had mediocre equipment‌⁠‍ – they didn’t⁠⁠ have the gears​ necessary to fight‍ against demonic spirits.⁠​

Strategically,‌‌⁠ that might be‌ the right choice‌ to make.

I couldn’t deny that.⁠‌‌

I couldn’t but…

“The‌‍⁠ rest would all​​ die though.”

“I‍‍‌ know. But that’s‍​ the reality of‍ it.”

Without‍ looking away, Miru‍‌ stared directly into​ my eyes. It‍ seemed that she​‌⁠ was willing to​‍⁠ take the blame‍ for herself.

“You‍​ know what I’m​‌ going to say,‌‌⁠ right?”

“I⁠‌ know. So…”

Miruam‍⁠ suddenly held onto‌​ my hands. Her​​ tiny hands desperately‍⁠‍ clung onto mine,⁠‌ which were at‌‌ least double her⁠⁠‍ size.

“Please.⁠​ Just listen to⁠​‌ me this one‍ time.”

As⁠ if she knew​⁠​ she wouldn’t be‌ able to gain‌ my approval, she‌‌​ appealed and begged.⁠

“Hmm…”‍‌

I felt a bit‍ hesitant, because this‍ reminded me of⁠⁠⁠ the time Miru‌​‌ was begging me​​⁠ in the last‍​ iteration.

[Help​‍‍ me with my‌⁠‍ revenge. Just turn⁠ a blind eye⁠⁠⁠ to it, and‍⁠ I can give‍ you everything I have.]

A wife and a child, as opposed‍ to demi-humans whose⁠ faces I didn’t​‍⁠ even know of.​​ It was obvious‍​ who anyone should‌‍‌ logically go for,​ but back then,⁠⁠ I had made​ the same decision‍​ I was about‍ to make.

“Sorry.‍⁠ I can’t do⁠⁠‌ that.”

“…You‌ really are one​‌​ hell of a bastard.”

“Aigo.‍⁠ Seems that I made our little⁠ princess upset.”

It‌‌ was at least‌ a little bit⁠⁠‍ different this time,‌‌ because she was⁠‌ trying to persuade⁠‌‍ me out of‍ concern for my⁠​ well being.

As‌ a man, it​‍​ was something to‌​ be happy for.‍‍​

“I‌ will stick to‍‍​ my life convictions.”​‌​

‘I⁠ will save the⁠⁠ world.’

The‌ moment I decided​ to shoulder that‍‍⁠ task was when⁠‍ I had vowed‌​ to put my​ life on the​⁠ line as often⁠​ as I needed‌‌ to.

‘Maybe⁠‍‍ I’m too much​​ of a romanticist⁠ for a modern​ person.’

Even⁠‍‌ I had no​‍ idea why I couldn’t value efficiency‍⁠ and rationality a little more like⁠‍ others.

“Seriously,‌⁠ why are you‌‌​ like this…” she⁠⁠ muttered.

“Who⁠ knows. Hmm… Well,​⁠‌ if I had⁠‍⁠ to think of⁠‍ a reason…”

I will stick to‍‌‌ my life convictions.​‍

Even​ if I were‍ to die doing​​ so.

“I​ just don’t want‌ to.”

****‌​

The⁠‌⁠ army of 10,000‌‍​ soldiers was practically⁠ no longer effective.⁠

The‍‍ normal standard of‍‌ a battalion being⁠ considered impossible to‍‍⁠ continue fighting was⁠ 20%, and it​​⁠ had far exceeded‍‌ that threshold already.‍ Plus, it was‌ at a point​​‍ where they had⁠‍‌ to even consider​‍‌ giving up on‍⁠⁠ the injured.

Essentially,‌‌ the only reason‍⁠ the soldiers weren’t⁠​‍ running away was⁠​‌ because they instinctively⁠⁠⁠ knew they had​ a higher chance‌‍⁠ of survival when​‍ sticking together in‌ this pitch-black darkness.⁠

That‍‍ was when rumors‌ started to spread.⁠‍

– I have a friend who’s in‌ charge of communication.‍​ He said the‍​ executives are preparing⁠ to teleport away!‌‍

– What? Are they‍ just gonna run​⁠​ away with the‍​‌ knights and mages?‌⁠⁠

– Fuck! They’re just‍ telling us to‌‍‌ die then!

During‍​‌ the fight against⁠ the undeads, the‍​‌ higher-ups had to⁠⁠ plan for the‌⁠​ worst. They gathered⁠⁠​ the mages to⁠ a tent and‌⁠​ had been talking⁠‍ extensively on the‌​​ possibilities and risks⁠‍⁠ of group teleportation.​⁠‍

Naturally,⁠​‍ they couldn’t stop​⁠ everyone from spreading‍​​ that information.

“Captain!‍‍ Is this true!?‍‌‌ Is it true⁠ that the higher-ups‌ are trying to​‍‍ run away and‌​⁠ leave us here​‌​ to die!?”

“Go⁠‌​ back! Don’t get‍‌‌ swayed by false‍​ rumors! And stay⁠ where you’re supposed⁠ to be!”

The⁠ uneasiness that the⁠ higher-ups might discard⁠ them turned into‍⁠‌ fear that they‌ might be enveloped​‍‍ by that unending⁠‌‍ wave of undeads.‍

It⁠‍ was further amplified⁠‌ by the built-up​​⁠ fatigue and difficulty​‌ to think straight,‌‍‍ due to them​ relying on torches​⁠ for three whole​⁠‍ days while fighting​ to stay alive.⁠

“Fuck‌​ it! I don’t⁠⁠ care anymore! Either​‍‍ way, I’m gonna⁠ die anyway!”

The​‌ soldiers that threw​⁠‌ away all hope​‍ pounced at their‍ executives.

It‌‌ was happening all‍ around the encampment‌ since they didn’t‌ have to worry‍‍⁠ about external enemies‍‍ thanks to the⁠ Sun above them.​

“Let⁠ us out! We‍‌‌ want to live⁠ too! Don’t you‍⁠⁠ dare think about⁠‍ leaving here alone!”‍

One‍ of them even​​⁠ unsheathed his sword.⁠ Without even thinking⁠‍ through the potential‍​​ punishment he could⁠ receive, the panicking​ soldier was about‍⁠‌ to swing his⁠ sword at his‍‌​ superior.

“Aht?”⁠

That‍ was when someone​⁠ grabbed onto his‍​⁠ wrist. He glared​ at the one‌​‍ who was stopping‌​ him, but widened‌⁠ his eyes in‌⁠‌ surprise after seeing‌​​ who it was.⁠‌

“S,‌ Sir Korin…”

Realizing‍ that the one⁠ holding his wrist‌⁠ was none other‍ than Korin Lork,​​​ the soldier lowered‍‍ his eyes in⁠ awe.

Despite‌ the prevalence of‍‍​ doubt, Korin Lork⁠‌ was a special‌‌ figure.

He‍‌ was a knight​⁠ who had visited‌​ them along with⁠⁠ the Sun to‍‍‌ save them from⁠ the endless waves​​‍ of undeads.

Korin‍ Lork was the​‍​ sole person they‍ could trust.

After⁠‌ all he, who‌​⁠ had saved countless⁠ people across various‌​⁠ battlefields, was the‌ hero they had‍⁠‌ been waiting for.⁠⁠

“Calm‍‍‍ down for a second, and put⁠ your sword down.”‌‌⁠

“U,⁠‍‍ uhh… S, sorry⁠‌‍ sir…”

“Could⁠ you please?”

“Y,⁠‌ yes sir…”

Without⁠​ rebuking the soldier,‌ he soothingly held‌ onto the hands‍​‌ of the soldier‍‍‍ that was about‌‍ to slice his‌‌ superior and calmed⁠‍ him down.

“Excuse‍‍‌ me.”

When⁠ he took a step forward, the⁠​‌ group of soldiers‌‍​ immediately opened a path in front‍ of him. It​​ was baffling to‌‍​ see the chaotic⁠‌ and frightened soldiers​⁠⁠ separating into two‍ groups in an‌​ orderly fashion.

Korin​​ walked down the‍ pathway, and following​ behind him was⁠ the princess.

Even⁠ the loftiest lady‍ of this continent‌⁠⁠ was walking behind‍ Korin.

With‍ each and every‍ one of his⁠ steps, the knight‍‌ grabbed the eyes⁠ of everyone nearby.⁠​

It‍ was fascinating.

He⁠‌ was just one‌⁠‌ single man taking​⁠‍ a few steps​ forward, and yet​​ he was able‌⁠ to gain everyone’s‍ attention and respect.‍​‍

Not⁠​ a single one⁠⁠‍ tried to stop‌​‍ him or blamed⁠⁠ him. It wasn’t‌⁠ just because of⁠‌‌ his individual strength​ or scale of⁠ influence… Korin Lork‍ had a charisma⁠ in him that⁠​ could charm people.⁠‍‍

Whether‌ it be the​ Saintess who led​‍‍ the fusion of‍ two religions, the​⁠‍ wealthiest noble lady‌‌⁠ of the continent,‌ a demi-human who‌​​ used to be​​⁠ called a monster,​⁠‍ or a venomous‌ princess who used‍‌ to be an‌ enemy…

Korin‍‌ Lork certainly had‌ a talent.

It‌⁠ was the talent⁠‍⁠ to charm people.‍⁠

The⁠​ charisma to have‌⁠⁠ people follow him‌‍ and give him​‍‍ trust.

Anyone‍ who knew him,‌‍ regardless of their⁠ gender, felt urged‍‌ to want to​⁠⁠ follow his path‍ at least once,​‍⁠ and that was⁠ his talent.

The‍​ man stopped his​​ feet in the​‍ middle of the‌ crowd while unconsciously‍⁠‌ making use of​ his greatest gift.‌‍

“Ah~.⁠‍ Sir Kalatin and⁠‌ his beautiful daughters,‌​ if you could‍ please amplify my‍‍ voice.”

His​ friendly and cheeky⁠⁠⁠ demeanor earned an⁠⁠ empty laugh from‍​⁠ the mage Kalatin,⁠‍​ who soon amplified‌​​ his voice, and​⁠ his daughters blushed‌​ while showing a bigger image of⁠‌​ his appearance so‌ that everyone could‍‌ see.

“Currently,”‍⁠ he spoke. “The‍ command center is‌ preparing a group​​‍ teleportation. We will​⁠ teleport to a different battalion, and‌‌‍ unfortunately, not everyone​‌ can go.”

– …!

– Fuck! The rumors‍ were true!

– They’re gonna take‍ the knights and‍⁠ mages and run​‌​ for their lives!⁠‍⁠

– We’re gonna be⁠ left here to‌‌ die!

It⁠‍⁠ was a natural⁠‌ reaction for them.‌‌‌

The‌‌ soldiers themselves were​⁠‌ aware of their‌ own value more‌⁠ than anyone else.‍​ The core figures​ of this battle‍‌​ were the knights⁠ and the mages,‍⁠⁠ and mere soldiers‌⁠ and the injured‍⁠​ could never be​ prioritized over them.​⁠

However,‍ a rational understanding‍⁠ of that was⁠​ different from an​​ emotional acceptance.

As⁠ humans, they easily​⁠‍ gave into the⁠‌ fear of losing​ their own lives.‌‌ They could become‌‌⁠ as selfish as⁠ humanly possible.

Because⁠​ if everyone else⁠‍​ was selfish, why‍‌‍ couldn’t they?

“I⁠ am going to‌​​ stay behind,” the‌ knight declared.

““???””⁠​‍

Naturally,⁠‍ everyone was baffled​‌ by his declaration.‍‍​

Korin‍ Lork was by​⁠⁠ far the most‍​⁠ important figure here,⁠ and arguably the‌‌ most important person⁠‍ in the entire‌​ expedition.

He‌‌⁠ could control the‍​‍ Sun, stop an​ army of tens‍‌​ of thousands of‍ people by himself,‍ and saved thousands‍ of demi-humans through​⁠ never-ending duels.

After​​‍ leaving for the‍ northern border city,​‌​ he persuaded a hundred thousand barbarians​⁠⁠ to join armies,‍​ and repelled a horde of giants​ and demons.

Unique​​‌ Grade Knight.

The⁠ iconic figure of‍‍⁠ this generation.

The‌ strongest person of‌‍ this era after‌​ Sword Emperor Garrand.⁠‍⁠

No‌ matter whether they⁠⁠​ knew him well​⁠ or not, everyone‍​⁠ in the army‍‍ was aware of‌‌ the value and⁠‌‍ symbol he had.‌

Besides,‍ even aside from‍‌‍ that, he was‍ a noble and‍⁠‌ the future prince‍ consort of the⁠ two princesses. He⁠ was one whom⁠‌ the current king,​​ the duke and‍ the Sword Emperor‌​ desperately wanted to‍‌‌ have as their‍ son-in-law.

After‌⁠ this war, this‍‌⁠ man would most​ certainly sit on​ the noblest of‌⁠ thrones, and it⁠‌ was obvious for​‍‌ him to take‌‍⁠ priority over anyone​ else.

His‌‍⁠ one life was⁠​⁠ more valuable than‍​ that of hundreds‍‌ and thousands of​‌ soldiers. He was⁠​ so strong and‌⁠ influential that anyone‍‌ would inadvertently agree‍ to that.

And‍‌⁠ yet he was‍‍⁠ going to stay‍‌ behind?

That‍‌⁠ single sentence was​⁠‌ enough to miraculously⁠‍‍ quieten down the​​ crowd.

“There‌ is a limit​ to how many​⁠ people we can‌⁠⁠ take with group‍ teleportation. Around 2~3,000‌⁠‌ is apparently all⁠​‌ we can manage.”​​

Korin⁠‌ was honest in⁠‌ sharing information. His⁠ words could be‍ seen as quite⁠​⁠ cold, but he‍⁠‌ was trying to​‌​ leave behind no‍‍​ regrets… and to‍‍⁠ give everyone a choice.

“Apparently​‌ all of us⁠⁠ combined is about​ 6,300. The most​ we can take​⁠ is half, so⁠‌‌ we will first​ prioritize the injured.”‍​

There⁠⁠⁠ were approximately 1,120‍‌ injured soldiers. Which⁠‌⁠ left around 2,000‍​⁠ spots available.

“I⁠⁠‍ will give everyone⁠​ a choice. All⁠⁠​ of you who​⁠ want to live⁠ or run away;‍⁠ please line up‌⁠ in front of‍ the mages. It‍​ doesn’t matter what‍‍​ your rank is⁠‌ – just do‌‍‍ what you want.”‌‌

Both‌ the soldiers and​‍ the knights were​ lost, and couldn’t⁠ understand what he⁠​ was thinking.

If​ he was going⁠​ to stay, shouldn’t‌ he have the‌‌ knights stay behind​ at the very‍⁠ least? Shouldn’t he​⁠ try to preserve‍ as many soldiers‌‍⁠ as possible?

“Is​​‌ that really okay?”⁠ asked one of‍‍ the knights.

Looking⁠‌​ at him, Korin‌⁠ replied with a nod.

“Yes.‌ Not everyone might‍‌ be able to‌⁠ go. If we‍‌ have more than‌‍ the number we‌​​ can take, we⁠ can draw lots.‍ If you don’t‍ make it through‍‍⁠ that, I guess⁠‍‌ that means you’re‌‍⁠ not lucky enough​⁠‌ so just accept​‍⁠ that.”

“…If‍ all the key⁠‌‍ figures leave, the‍‌​ ones remaining here⁠‍ will all die.”⁠

“I’m‍‍​ going to stay‌ behind so we’ll⁠ find a way‍​‌ around it.”

Again,⁠ despite letting everyone⁠ else run away,‌ he was saying​​‍ that he would⁠‍⁠ stay behind. This⁠ young man, who​​⁠ had just turned⁠‍​ into an adult,⁠​​ was strangely open‌ to the idea‌​​ of sacrificing himself.⁠‍‌

His‌​ openness stirred the‍‍‍ adults.

“Damn‌⁠ it. What is​​‍ he thinking?”

“Does‍‍ he really think⁠‍ he can somehow‌⁠‍ do this by​⁠​ himself?”

Their⁠‍‍ pride was being​⁠⁠ hurt.

They‌​ were trying to‌‌‍ wreak havoc and​​ trying to survive‌ as much as‍‌​ they could, and‌‍‌ yet that young‌​‍ bloke was staying⁠‍ behind and risking‌‍⁠ his life.

“But‍‍ sir, why are‍‌⁠ you doing this?”‍​⁠

One‌ of the soldiers‍ who felt a prick to his‌⁠ pride asked. Korin⁠‌ looked at him​ and blinked, tilted‍‍‍ his head as⁠⁠‍ if he didn’t‍⁠ understand the point​‍ of the question‌⁠ before replying as‌‌​ if it was‍ the most natural⁠‍ thing in the​‌ world.

“Because‍‍‌ it must be⁠⁠ done.”

It⁠⁠ must be done.‌⁠

He⁠⁠ spoke of a very simple logic.‍⁠​

Even​ though he was⁠‍ putting his life​ on the line,‌‌⁠ he was nonchalantly‍ scratching his cheek.‍⁠⁠

“Hmm…”‌‍‍ He continued embarrassedly.⁠⁠ “Well, someone has⁠⁠ to do it.​‌ We have to‌​⁠ either break the​‌‌ damn pond or‌⁠ drink it up,‌​ or we won’t​​​ be able to‍‍⁠ stop this massive‌⁠ tree from getting⁠‌ bigger.”

He​ shared the goal‌‌ that everyone was‌‌‌ already aware of—​‍​

“The‍‍⁠ world is at‌‍‌ risk. Some bastard​ stole light from‍ the world and‌ is trying to‍⁠‍ destroy it. So‍‌‍ someone has to‍​‌ try to stop‍​ that.”

Calmly,‍ he explained himself‌​ without forcing it‍ upon anyone else.‌​‍

“When‌‌⁠ a big event​‍ tries to sweep‍⁠⁠ us away, I think we have‍ a duty to‍​ act whether we​ want to or​⁠⁠ not. Because someone​⁠​ else is going‌⁠​ to get hurt‍ if I don’t​⁠‌ do it. If​ that’s the case,⁠‍ I would rather⁠ just do it‍‍ and feel better.​⁠ So—”

There‍‍ was only one‌‍ thing he was‌ stirring up inside‌‌‌ them.

“If‌​ you don’t have‍ the balls to​‍ fight, pull your⁠‍ tail down and⁠​‍ run away. I’m​‍ here to fight‌ and cowards are‍⁠⁠ going to be‌ nothing but a nuisance.”

A young man – a boy who⁠‌‌ had just turned​​ into an adult,⁠ was stirring them‌ up. Just because⁠⁠ he was strong,​ he was denouncing​ the adults into‍ cowards.

Are‍ you really going‌ to run away?​​ I’m here to​ fight though?

He​​ was asking them‍​ and urging them‍​‍ to think.

“When⁠⁠ a man puts‍‌ his life on​ the line, it’s⁠‌​ going to work⁠​ out one way‌ or another.”

Honor,​⁠⁠ face and pride.‌

Attacking‍ at those primal​‍ feelings, the young⁠⁠​ man scoffed at⁠‌​ the cowards. He‌​ sent off the⁠ men who were‌​ going to become‍‍ cowards.

In‌ an atmosphere like‌ this, men tended​ to divide into‍‍‌ two groups.

“Ah,‌ dang it. A young man like​​ him is trying⁠ to fight. I can’t run away‌‌ as an adult…”​​⁠

“Tch,​‍ showing off just⁠​⁠ because he’s a bit strong. I have 30 years‌​‍ of experience under‍ my belt right‍ here.”

“Fuck​‍​ it! I’m sure​‍ this will work‍ out somehow!”

Ahh,‍‍ this was a man.

Talk​⁠ some beating, set‌ an example and‍​ target their emotions,⁠ and they’ll easily‌ become like this.​​

There‍‍‌ was a reason⁠‍ why commanders always​ loved to have⁠ a long speech‌⁠ right before a war.

A dangerous journey; low​⁠ income.

Endless‍‌ danger, and small‍‍​ hope for a safe return home.⁠

However,​​ what they would​‍‍ get from a successful venture was⁠‍ endless honor and​ glory.

“People‌‍ that care about‌ efficiency would treasure​⁠‌ their life like‌ a coward.”

From​⁠​ time immemorial, men⁠ had an incurable‍ disease.

“Real‍‌⁠ men don’t care.”‌

And⁠‌ it was sure​‌‌ to stay that​ way forever.

****‌

The⁠⁠ Sun dimmed down.‍‍​

Night⁠​ arrived, and night⁠‍ was the time​ for the dead.⁠

The​ undeads were afraid.⁠⁠‍ They were afraid⁠​ of the one​⁠⁠ behind them – the evil dragon​⁠​ that was eating​ and shredding them​‌​ down to pieces.‍

This⁠ was their land,‍⁠ upon which they‌‍‌ had arrived after⁠‌ losing their last​‌‍ breath. Unable to​ find their rest,‌ however, they were‍ trampled upon by⁠​ an evil dragon,‍‍ burned and devoured,⁠‍ and that endless‍ cycle was making‍⁠‍ them crazy.

– GRRRRRRRR—

Behind‍⁠⁠ them was the​⁠‍ dragon breathing out.​ Its eyes were​ gleaming with madness⁠ as the dead⁠​‍ ran away in‌​⁠ fright.

Run.‌‍​

Run​ away.

The​ living are here.​‌

Let’s‌⁠ eat them. Kill‍‌⁠ them and take‍⁠ over their bodies.‌​

That⁠‍⁠ way, we can‍‌ finally leave this‌‍ well.

That‍ was the reason⁠​‌ these undeads were‌​​ so desperate to‍​‍ attack the invaders.‍⁠‍

Now⁠​ that the Sun⁠ was off, they‌⁠ immediately pounced at⁠ the living.

A wave of undeads,​‍ so innumerable that‌ it rendered every‍ strategy and military⁠‍ tactic meaningless, was‌​‍ coming towards them‌​‍ like a flood.‍⁠

Confronting⁠‍‌ that—

“Knights.”​

A knight holding a spear led the⁠‍‍ way. His eyes‍⁠ weren’t even on​‌‌ the horde of‌​ undeads. He simply‍⁠ relied on his⁠‌ senses to feel​ the approaching wave.‌

What‍⁠‌ he was looking‌ into was what‍‍⁠ was beyond the‌ pouring flood of⁠​ undeads – the‌ eyes of the⁠‌ evil dragon that‍‌‌ were camouflaging in⁠‍ the darkness.

But​ before going against‍⁠​ the dragon, with‌​​ the 4,353 warriors‍⁠⁠ behind him—

“Take​‌ your swords and‍ spears and stay‍‍‍ in your formations.”⁠‌​

The⁠‌‌ knight raised the‍⁠ Silver Spear in​‌ his hand as‌‍ it burst out​‍ with the heat‍‌ of the Sun​⁠ and announced.

“Advance.”‍‍

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