The central battleground of the Verbent Palace.
The magicians of the Magic Tower eventually succeeded in extinguishing the fire and brimstone, a defensive magic used by the warlocks to block entry into the palace.
As the flames that had been raging and inciting fear around the outer walls of the palace subsided, the morale of the Allied forces soared.
“Keep advancing!”
The wizards also returned to the offensive support unit and continued their fierce offensive together.
The gargoyles that were launching threatening attacks from the air were mostly dealt with by Rudnine, who jumped in without sparing himself and used his auror.
“Ugh.”
“Eww!”
However, as the high-ranking warlocks began to pour out powerful attack magic, the corpses of soldiers who could not escape and died miserably were scattered beneath the outer wall.
Sadness and misery filled Rudnine's pitch-black eyes as they touched him.
But now it was something that could not be stopped.
"Central units, do not retreat, but advance. Cover the left wing of the 2nd Regiment, Marquis Floss, so that they can capture the outer wall!"
Even amidst the chaos caused by the loud noise, the voice of Commander Duke Rudnine Iels rang out clearly and loudly.
“Split into left and right to provide cover!”
The battle progressed more quickly and powerfully as Duke Argenthorz, who had escaped with the magician's special forces, relayed the message to the magicians.
Soon, Marquis Floss's second regiment climbed over the left palace wall, and the central gate of the palace opened wide.
Rudnine's heart pounded as he ran into the palace first.
'There's Yvonne in there.'
She went in alone first.
Rudnine was extremely anxious, thinking that he had to contact Yvonne as soon as possible to help her.
Because Yvonne didn't even have her familiars with her right now.
'I'm anxious.'
He discovered Jan among the knights of the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment, who he thought had fallen behind in the Nasiel district, as they rejoined the main force.
It was clear that Yvonne had deliberately sent Jan to help them.
But as if that wasn't enough, Rosie Triet, who had fought Moriton near the East Gate, also joined along with Yvonne's servant, Gorten.
Rudnine's heart grew even heavier as he heard Rogie Triet's report, honestly confessing that if Gorten hadn't helped, she would have been in danger.
Soon after, the dark clouds turned dark as Agent New Moon approached and reported that Carol Demirant had successfully freed the servants who had been imprisoned in the palace with the Princess's hamster.
He believed Pembe and Yvonne would be together...
Although he knew that Yvonne was a great wizard and had great strength, she resented her decision to send away all her familiars, who were supposed to help her.
'I'm anxious.'
Rudnine, who had to quickly get to Yvonne in the palace, stabbed the enemy who was blocking his path without mercy.
“Ugh!”
Duke Cardin, his eyes rolled back and white, let out a final scream, and his limbs trembled as he saw the sword piercing his stomach.
The black eyes that had been staring at him silently, without a hint of agitation, moved slightly. Rudnine immediately twisted the wrist holding the sword hilt.
Only after completely taking Duke Cardin's life, Rudnine drew his sword and opened his eyes, lightly dodging his falling corpse to the side.
When he, a high-ranking warlock and a Duke, died, the faces of the remaining warlocks were terrified.
To them, Duke Rudnine Iels was a monster.
The warlocks who had watched the sword master run around slaughtering countless monsters and warlocks without any sign of fatigue now felt like he was a demon.
At that moment, the high-ranking warlock Marquis Rontier recited a spell and ordered all the surviving monsters to gather in one place and charge at the emergency coalition forces.
“Charge and devour them all!”
The monsters, roaring and charging fiercely, became more ferocious than before, and the defenders trembled.
It seemed like the monsters' last struggle.
As Rudnine ran, cutting down the men, Ant Rudican's urgent cry was heard.
"Your Excellency, the warlocks are on the run! They're heading towards the Palace of Peace, the southernmost point!"
Rudnine's eyes shone sharply.
“There you are.”
'The entrance to liberation.'
He estimated the number of monsters remaining and shouted loudly.
"All units except the 4th Regiment must head towards the Palace of Peace and pursue the remaining warlocks! We must not let a single one slip away..."
He instinctively raised his head as he was giving orders.
Ten huge fireballs were pouring down from above.
As the scorching heat that seemed to burn everything approached in an instant, Rudnine shouted loudly in a fierce voice.
"Defense!"
There wasn't even time to speak at length.
And he pulled his aura to the max.
Kwakwakwakwakwang!
Just before colliding with the fireball.
A wide blue aura enveloped Rudnine and those around him.
Rudnine, who was blocking the way, swallowed a groan.
'Ugh.'
The explosion was enormous.
The impact from right above his head made his bones ring and his toes tremble.
But he did not back down and held on until the end.
Rudnine's heart pounded as black smoke began to rise and flames began to burst out all around him.
Could the wizards have used defensive magic in that short moment?
How many people died?
He became even more nervous as he smelled the distinctive smell of burning flesh.
"Ah..."
Soon, the surrounding dust clouds settled, and Rudnine's mouth fell open at the sight revealed.
The only corpses hit by the fireball were those of monsters... and none of the Allied forces died.
Rudnine, who had been quickly looking around because it couldn't be a miracle, ran towards the person who had collapsed, breathing heavily while hunched over.
“Lord of the Tower!”
Duke Argenthoz slowly opened his mouth with a pale face.
“I’m fine, come on...”
But he was too weak to finish speaking.
He had exhausted his magical power from forcing himself to spread a large shield so widely. He didn't even have the energy to speak, so his lips trembled.
“Lean on me.”
“No, no.”
He pushed away Rudnine's arm that was trying to support him.
“I’ll leave it here. The Duke must hurry to the Palace of Peace, and definitely... definitely.”
Duke Argenthoz eventually became exhausted and was unable to finish speaking.
Rudnine bit his lower lip and asked a nearby knight to take care of the Argenthoz project.
And as the leader of the Emergency Allied Forces, he bowed deeply in respect to Duke Argenthoz, who had saved many troops even at the risk of running out of magic power.
Rudnine looked him in the eye again and swore.
“I will bring back both the little Duke of Argenthoz and the Princess of Argenthoz together.”
“...If you do that, I would appreciate it.”
“I promise.”
"Thank you for revealing to me Yvonne's hidden intentions. She's just like her mother, and she's overthinking. From now on, I'll be on her side no matter what, so please bring her back safely."
“Yes, I will do that.”
Leaving behind the faintly smiling Duke of Argenthoz, Rudnine led the rest of his troops and rushed to the Palace of Peace.
'Yvonne. Are you okay...?'
Contrary to his determined expression, Rudnine's mind was in turmoil.
He hopes she doesn't get hurt.
What happened now? Did she become a warlock as she wished?
His heart was heavy.
Rudnine glanced at the wizards following him.
Everyone acknowledged that black magic was definitely stronger than white magic, both in terms of power and the abilities it could implement.
But no one dared to say that they would become a warlock and fight for the Emergency Alliance.
The first is because the initially set ability values are all that matter and cannot become stronger through training.
The second was evil magic, which had been taboo for a long time, making everyone very uncomfortable.
But Yvonne was different.
Overcoming all fears, she willingly decided to become a 'warlock' if that was what she had to do.
He resented her recklessness in stepping forward without fear, but he was also ashamed of her noble determination.
I couldn't bring myself to break Yvonne's sparkling determination.
But Yvonne, despite becoming a warlock for everyone, was afraid of being looked down upon by people and was trying to run away.
Rudnine didn't want to create the kind of horrible consequences that would have her living in hiding after her 'sacrifice'.
If Yvonne becomes a warlock, she deserves to be worshipped from that moment on. I wanted to protect her so she could live proudly here.
So, before the expedition, Rudnain secretly called Prince Felix and threatened him.
"What do you mean, 'let's completely abolish the laws against warlocks?'"
'Your Highness, this is a 'national crisis' and a 'time of war.' When the war is over, we will deliberately award fiefdoms and titles to those who have rendered great service.'
'I know that. It was customary to deliberately create heroes to erase the wounds left by the people after a war.'
'That's why I'm telling you this.'
'What about the abolition of the Hero and Warlock laws... Oh, no way!'
'... As expected. I knew you would notice right away.'
'So that's why Princess Argenthoz went to such lengths to rush into the palace, where warlocks are rampant? That's incredible.'
'Yes. Anyway, you should sign here in advance for future reference.'
Prince Felix, who was pale with fear, had no choice but to sign the perfect document Rudnine had prepared.
Duke Argenthoz, who had heard the whole story from Rudnine, was also putting pressure on Prince Felix with his eyes glaring from behind.
Rudnine, who was running in the lead, thinking of Yvonne, soon discovered the entrance to the Palace of Peace.
There, the warlocks who had fled were gathered and ready for their final attack.
The eerie tingling sensation that rippled through the surroundings was similar to the indiscriminate explosion that had just struck.
Rudnine, who noticed this, quickly shouted.
"Prepare for full attack! Prepare defensive artifacts!"
This time, there was no magic tower master, so they had to defend themselves.
As expected, a second fireball rained down from the sky.
He threw all the defensive artifacts he had prepared in advance, and luckily, the wizards deployed their shields in time to avoid them.
And then all-out war broke out again.
The Palace of Peace was engulfed in flames from the aftermath of the explosion. Warlocks and their steeds charged furiously, blocking the advance of the emergency coalition forces.
However, as the soldiers, encouraged by the defense of the excellent knights and wizards, including Rudnine, advanced without hesitation, they were gradually pushed back.
The moment the momentum shifted toward the emergency coalition forces, they finally entered the Palace of Peace.
The magicians of the Magic Tower eventually succeeded in extinguishing the fire and brimstone, a defensive magic used by the warlocks to block entry into the palace.
As the flames that had been raging and inciting fear around the outer walls of the palace subsided, the morale of the Allied forces soared.
“Keep advancing!”
The wizards also returned to the offensive support unit and continued their fierce offensive together.
The gargoyles that were launching threatening attacks from the air were mostly dealt with by Rudnine, who jumped in without sparing himself and used his auror.
“Ugh.”
“Eww!”
However, as the high-ranking warlocks began to pour out powerful attack magic, the corpses of soldiers who could not escape and died miserably were scattered beneath the outer wall.
Sadness and misery filled Rudnine's pitch-black eyes as they touched him.
But now it was something that could not be stopped.
"Central units, do not retreat, but advance. Cover the left wing of the 2nd Regiment, Marquis Floss, so that they can capture the outer wall!"
Even amidst the chaos caused by the loud noise, the voice of Commander Duke Rudnine Iels rang out clearly and loudly.
“Split into left and right to provide cover!”
The battle progressed more quickly and powerfully as Duke Argenthorz, who had escaped with the magician's special forces, relayed the message to the magicians.
Soon, Marquis Floss's second regiment climbed over the left palace wall, and the central gate of the palace opened wide.
Rudnine's heart pounded as he ran into the palace first.
'There's Yvonne in there.'
She went in alone first.
Rudnine was extremely anxious, thinking that he had to contact Yvonne as soon as possible to help her.
Because Yvonne didn't even have her familiars with her right now.
'I'm anxious.'
He discovered Jan among the knights of the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment, who he thought had fallen behind in the Nasiel district, as they rejoined the main force.
It was clear that Yvonne had deliberately sent Jan to help them.
But as if that wasn't enough, Rosie Triet, who had fought Moriton near the East Gate, also joined along with Yvonne's servant, Gorten.
Rudnine's heart grew even heavier as he heard Rogie Triet's report, honestly confessing that if Gorten hadn't helped, she would have been in danger.
Soon after, the dark clouds turned dark as Agent New Moon approached and reported that Carol Demirant had successfully freed the servants who had been imprisoned in the palace with the Princess's hamster.
He believed Pembe and Yvonne would be together...
Although he knew that Yvonne was a great wizard and had great strength, she resented her decision to send away all her familiars, who were supposed to help her.
'I'm anxious.'
Rudnine, who had to quickly get to Yvonne in the palace, stabbed the enemy who was blocking his path without mercy.
“Ugh!”
Duke Cardin, his eyes rolled back and white, let out a final scream, and his limbs trembled as he saw the sword piercing his stomach.
The black eyes that had been staring at him silently, without a hint of agitation, moved slightly. Rudnine immediately twisted the wrist holding the sword hilt.
Only after completely taking Duke Cardin's life, Rudnine drew his sword and opened his eyes, lightly dodging his falling corpse to the side.
When he, a high-ranking warlock and a Duke, died, the faces of the remaining warlocks were terrified.
To them, Duke Rudnine Iels was a monster.
The warlocks who had watched the sword master run around slaughtering countless monsters and warlocks without any sign of fatigue now felt like he was a demon.
At that moment, the high-ranking warlock Marquis Rontier recited a spell and ordered all the surviving monsters to gather in one place and charge at the emergency coalition forces.
“Charge and devour them all!”
The monsters, roaring and charging fiercely, became more ferocious than before, and the defenders trembled.
It seemed like the monsters' last struggle.
As Rudnine ran, cutting down the men, Ant Rudican's urgent cry was heard.
"Your Excellency, the warlocks are on the run! They're heading towards the Palace of Peace, the southernmost point!"
Rudnine's eyes shone sharply.
“There you are.”
'The entrance to liberation.'
He estimated the number of monsters remaining and shouted loudly.
"All units except the 4th Regiment must head towards the Palace of Peace and pursue the remaining warlocks! We must not let a single one slip away..."
He instinctively raised his head as he was giving orders.
Ten huge fireballs were pouring down from above.
As the scorching heat that seemed to burn everything approached in an instant, Rudnine shouted loudly in a fierce voice.
"Defense!"
There wasn't even time to speak at length.
And he pulled his aura to the max.
Kwakwakwakwakwang!
Just before colliding with the fireball.
A wide blue aura enveloped Rudnine and those around him.
Rudnine, who was blocking the way, swallowed a groan.
'Ugh.'
The explosion was enormous.
The impact from right above his head made his bones ring and his toes tremble.
But he did not back down and held on until the end.
Rudnine's heart pounded as black smoke began to rise and flames began to burst out all around him.
Could the wizards have used defensive magic in that short moment?
How many people died?
He became even more nervous as he smelled the distinctive smell of burning flesh.
"Ah..."
Soon, the surrounding dust clouds settled, and Rudnine's mouth fell open at the sight revealed.
The only corpses hit by the fireball were those of monsters... and none of the Allied forces died.
Rudnine, who had been quickly looking around because it couldn't be a miracle, ran towards the person who had collapsed, breathing heavily while hunched over.
“Lord of the Tower!”
Duke Argenthoz slowly opened his mouth with a pale face.
“I’m fine, come on...”
But he was too weak to finish speaking.
He had exhausted his magical power from forcing himself to spread a large shield so widely. He didn't even have the energy to speak, so his lips trembled.
“Lean on me.”
“No, no.”
He pushed away Rudnine's arm that was trying to support him.
“I’ll leave it here. The Duke must hurry to the Palace of Peace, and definitely... definitely.”
Duke Argenthoz eventually became exhausted and was unable to finish speaking.
Rudnine bit his lower lip and asked a nearby knight to take care of the Argenthoz project.
And as the leader of the Emergency Allied Forces, he bowed deeply in respect to Duke Argenthoz, who had saved many troops even at the risk of running out of magic power.
Rudnine looked him in the eye again and swore.
“I will bring back both the little Duke of Argenthoz and the Princess of Argenthoz together.”
“...If you do that, I would appreciate it.”
“I promise.”
"Thank you for revealing to me Yvonne's hidden intentions. She's just like her mother, and she's overthinking. From now on, I'll be on her side no matter what, so please bring her back safely."
“Yes, I will do that.”
Leaving behind the faintly smiling Duke of Argenthoz, Rudnine led the rest of his troops and rushed to the Palace of Peace.
'Yvonne. Are you okay...?'
Contrary to his determined expression, Rudnine's mind was in turmoil.
He hopes she doesn't get hurt.
What happened now? Did she become a warlock as she wished?
His heart was heavy.
Rudnine glanced at the wizards following him.
Everyone acknowledged that black magic was definitely stronger than white magic, both in terms of power and the abilities it could implement.
But no one dared to say that they would become a warlock and fight for the Emergency Alliance.
The first is because the initially set ability values are all that matter and cannot become stronger through training.
The second was evil magic, which had been taboo for a long time, making everyone very uncomfortable.
But Yvonne was different.
Overcoming all fears, she willingly decided to become a 'warlock' if that was what she had to do.
He resented her recklessness in stepping forward without fear, but he was also ashamed of her noble determination.
I couldn't bring myself to break Yvonne's sparkling determination.
But Yvonne, despite becoming a warlock for everyone, was afraid of being looked down upon by people and was trying to run away.
Rudnine didn't want to create the kind of horrible consequences that would have her living in hiding after her 'sacrifice'.
If Yvonne becomes a warlock, she deserves to be worshipped from that moment on. I wanted to protect her so she could live proudly here.
So, before the expedition, Rudnain secretly called Prince Felix and threatened him.
"What do you mean, 'let's completely abolish the laws against warlocks?'"
'Your Highness, this is a 'national crisis' and a 'time of war.' When the war is over, we will deliberately award fiefdoms and titles to those who have rendered great service.'
'I know that. It was customary to deliberately create heroes to erase the wounds left by the people after a war.'
'That's why I'm telling you this.'
'What about the abolition of the Hero and Warlock laws... Oh, no way!'
'... As expected. I knew you would notice right away.'
'So that's why Princess Argenthoz went to such lengths to rush into the palace, where warlocks are rampant? That's incredible.'
'Yes. Anyway, you should sign here in advance for future reference.'
Prince Felix, who was pale with fear, had no choice but to sign the perfect document Rudnine had prepared.
Duke Argenthoz, who had heard the whole story from Rudnine, was also putting pressure on Prince Felix with his eyes glaring from behind.
Rudnine, who was running in the lead, thinking of Yvonne, soon discovered the entrance to the Palace of Peace.
There, the warlocks who had fled were gathered and ready for their final attack.
The eerie tingling sensation that rippled through the surroundings was similar to the indiscriminate explosion that had just struck.
Rudnine, who noticed this, quickly shouted.
"Prepare for full attack! Prepare defensive artifacts!"
This time, there was no magic tower master, so they had to defend themselves.
As expected, a second fireball rained down from the sky.
He threw all the defensive artifacts he had prepared in advance, and luckily, the wizards deployed their shields in time to avoid them.
And then all-out war broke out again.
The Palace of Peace was engulfed in flames from the aftermath of the explosion. Warlocks and their steeds charged furiously, blocking the advance of the emergency coalition forces.
However, as the soldiers, encouraged by the defense of the excellent knights and wizards, including Rudnine, advanced without hesitation, they were gradually pushed back.
The moment the momentum shifted toward the emergency coalition forces, they finally entered the Palace of Peace.
Thump, thump, thump.
A cold echo spread low across the ground.
Everyone froze in a strange atmosphere, as if a giant heart was beating.
“Ugh, ugh!”
"Oh my god..."
Suddenly, all the trees planted in the Palace of Peace withered and blackened in an instant, leaving only bare branches.
The beautiful garden of the Palace of Peace has been turned into a ruin where it seems as if no life exists.
“Hahahahaha!”
The high-ranking warlock with pure white hair stained with blood—Marquis Rontier—laughed like a demon.
"It's a success! It's a success! The gateway to liberation has finally opened. Our true demonic commander has appeared! Great demon, save us!"
But the Marquis of Rontier, who was laughing hysterically, could not continue speaking.
This was because Rudnine, who had rushed at Marquis Rontier like a bolt of lightning, took his life in an instant.
But soon, from the ground of the Palace of Peace, which had turned into hell, strange monsters of unprecedented shapes began to emerge.
“What is that?”
“It’s my first time seeing it...”
Rudnine shouted firmly to those who were frozen in fear and unable to move.
"I will fight to the end. The rest of you, stand by here and defend as best you can!"
“Your Excellency!”
“Please wait!”
He rushed without hesitation into the Palace of Peace, filled with the smell of blood, strange laughter, and a terrible stench.
And cried out earnestly.
“Yvonne!”
He ran out, slashing down the horned monster that appeared in front of him and running again.
'Please.'
Could this really be the end of his life?
If that's the case, he would rather be with her than fight and die by her side.
If by any chance she dies first, he will hunt down and kill the guy who hurt her, even if it means dying.
'Just tell me where you are now.'
Rudnine, who had been running with bloodshot eyes, stopped.
"Ha."
The veins on the back of his hand that held the sword stood out thickly.
Empress Giselle, standing far ahead with her long red hair down, smiled with the corners of her lips raised.
"It's a perfect first offering to Lord Toylat. It's strong and brimming with vitality. Welcome, Duke of Iels."
A black storm swirled around the feet of Empress Giselle, who was laughing very happily.
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