Chapter 1: Heading To Rohzenheim
“We will go to Rohzenheim.”
Rohzenheim, the country of elves that was currently under attack by the Demon Lord Army, had issued a request for aid to Allen. When the headmaster had confirmed that the capital had already fallen and the nation was on the verge of being entirely overrun, Allen decided to accept the request.
“Guys, we have to go to Rohzenheim,” Allen repeated.
Sophie, who had just learned that the whereabouts of her mother, the queen of the elves, was currently unknown, blinked back tears of relief. “Lord Allen, thank you so much!”
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“Hold on, Allen!” Cecil interrupted. “You’re just going to leave the Central Continent high and dry?”
Her concern was understandable: two million monsters were about to march on the northern fortresses of Giamut just as the elves who served as a crucial source of healing magic were being recalled from the front lines.
The headmaster offered a reply. “The Central Continent does have the Hero...”
“Just how long do you think the front line is?!” Cecil yelled back, letting her emotions get the best of her.
It was true that there was a significant distance between the western end of the Giamutan front line and the eastern end. More than fifty fortresses dotted the border, each built to withstand the Demon Lord Army’s invasion and able to station over a hundred thousand troops. It was precisely because there was a limit to the Hero’s abilities that Mihai, Cecil’s flesh-and-blood brother, had lost his life. It would not matter if the Hero managed to protect one fortress when the rest of them fell—it would still spell the end of both the Empire of Giamut and the Central Continent as a whole.
“But we... Rohzenheim doesn’t even have a Hero!” The headmaster could not help raising his own voice. Judging by his haggard face, perhaps he too was desperate to return to his home country.
Cecil turned to Allen. “Are we really going to Rohzenheim?” She peered into his eyes as if trying to glean his thoughts.
“In this situation, saving Rohzenheim is the only viable option.” I do want more info first, though.
“So you will go?! Thank you, Allen! I’ll immediately arrange for a high-speed magic ship that’ll depart tomorrow!” the headmaster promised, clearly aiming to make all the necessary arrangements before Allen changed his mind.
Oh right, there are high-speed magic ships made for traveling between different countries’ capitals and other continents.
There were two varieties of magic ships: normal and high-speed. Due to the urgency of the situation, the headmaster intended on arranging the latter for them this time, even though it required exponentially more magic stones to run. Allen and his companions were currently in the Kingdom of Ratash, which was located south of the Empire of Giamut and somewhat near the heart of the Central Continent. Their magic ship would be a direct flight to the neighboring continent of Rohzenheim.
“By the way, headmaster, may I ask you more questions about the present state of the battle?”
“O-Of course. Ask me whatever you want.”
“You mentioned that Rohzenheim is being attacked by a force of three million and that there is another force of two million on standby ten days north of Giamut. What about Baukis?”
The Demon Lord Army was supposedly dispatching ten million troops, but only five million had been accounted for. Allen was therefore trying to figure out what was going on with the remaining five.
The headmaster nodded, then proceeded to share that there was indeed a force from the Demon Lord Army approaching Baukis. It had been at sea, standing by a slight distance off the continental shore, and fighting had not broken out yet.
The Demon Lord Army’s Deployed Numbers
Rohzenheim: 3 million
Central Continent (Giamut & Allied nations): 2 million
Baukis: 1 million
Reserves: 4 million
Meruru, who was from Baukis and had been looking worried this whole time, murmured softly, “One million to Baukis...” Her father was a low-ranking military noncombatant who was aboard a naval vessel at that very moment.
“I see. So Baukis is getting double the usual annual numbers,” Allen mused aloud. And unlike the Central Continent and Rohzenheim, the battle with Baukis is on open water.
Current Situation of the Empire of Baukis
A force of 10,000 golems is preventing the Demon Lord Army from landing on the continent.
The Demon Lord Army’s intention is to overwhelm the golems with numbers. The engagement will take place at sea (with Meruru’s father involved).
Fighting using numbers exhausts the Demon Lord Army too, but the fact that they’re attacking with twice their usual number indicates just how serious they are this year.
Baukis also wants reinforcements.
After sharing everything he knew about Baukis’s current situation, the headmaster turned to Meruru. “And Meruru...”
“Yes, sir?”
“Your country has ordered your return.”
“But, sir!”
Apparently, Meruru had intended on heading to Rohzenheim with the rest of the No-life Gamers. However, the royal edict issued by Ratash had only listed Allen, Krena, Cecil, Dogora, and Keel by name. There was no mention of Sophie or Meruru, who came from Rohzenheim and Baukis respectively.
The headmaster had used the term “request” to avoid offending Allen, but there was no changing the fact that this was an express command from his king. Allen could not care less about the king, but he saw no particular reason to go out of his way to turn him down, and he did not want to undermine Cecil’s family’s identity as nobility either.
Not that saying no is an option when this is a literal royal decree.
Back when the current king had been the crown prince, Allen had caught his attention—in the negative sense. Only nobles were duty bound to fight on the battlefield, but the king had gone to the trouble of issuing a royal decree to ensure that Allen would also head for the now-crumbling Rohzenheim.
Does he seriously hate me that much?
In truth, it likely made no difference to the king if Allen died fighting. Given this, Allen decided he would absolutely come back safe and sound so that he could pay the king a visit and rub it in his face.
After an internal sigh, he turned to the headmaster. “Am I correct in assuming that the order to return is not only for Meruru, but for all dwarven students?”
“That is correct. Rohzenheim has ordered all elven students to return home as well.”
The elven and dwarven students on exchange in the other Central Continent Academies—each signatory nation of the Five Continent Alliance had been required to establish one—had also received the same order via their own headmasters. Considering the crisis that Rohzenheim was in, the elven students were most likely going to be dispatched to the front lines as soon as they got home.
Okay, now I understand the situation on each of the three fronts. “So then, what is the Demon Lord Army really aiming for?”
“Their...aim?” After a pause, the headmaster asked, “What do you think is their aim?”
C’mon, don’t tell me they don’t have one. Not after they’ve gone to the effort of gathering such numbers and timing everything so precisely.
The headmaster looked so mystified, Allen almost blurted out his thoughts in response. However, he managed to swallow the words back.
Thankfully, Cecil always caught on quickly when it came to talk of strategy. “I’m not sure, but do you think the Demon Lord Army’s assigned an order of priority to the three fronts?”
Allen nodded. “Their army is huge, but it’s still a finite number. I have no idea how many troops they have in total, but they’ve now gathered ten million over the past five or so years since the appearance of the Hero. If the Army were to fail this time, it would mean they wasted just that much time and effort. So it only makes sense that they want to keep their losses minimal.”
“In other words, they’re being smart with their deployment.”
“Exactly. Ten million might sound like a lot, but that’s nowhere near enough to wipe out all three northern continents. I suspect that the Demon Lord Army knows this, and it also knows how difficult it is to make headway into the Central Continent when it’s still fully supported by squads of elven healers.”
Allen went over his analysis of the situation based on the facts as a way to remind everyone not to be blinded by sheer numbers. In terms of fighting strength, Talented soldiers were more powerful than Rank B monsters, which made up the overwhelming majority of the Demon Lord Army. There were around two million Talented soldiers in Rohzenheim. Of course, the average one-star soldier would be hard-pressed to fight Rank A monsters, but such beings made up only around one percent of the entire Army.
Cecil nodded with understanding. “I see. So you mean they’d need far more to wipe out the world.”
Consequently, the Army had come up with a strategy focusing their attacks on Rohzenheim first. Doing so would prompt the elves to all return home—which was happening as intended—and effectively abandon the Central Continent. After destroying the elves, the Army could then take its time finishing off the Central Continent.
This would in turn lead to the collapse of the Five Continent Alliance. After all, though Rohzenheim was on the brink of annihilation, there was no changing the fact that it had decided to call its troops back without due process. Doing so was basically a declaration that it was withdrawing from the Alliance. Even if it managed to survive this crisis, its relations with the other nations of the world would still have been irreparably crippled. It might not ever receive aid again, even if it were to become embroiled in war once more.
Once the Five Continent Alliance collapsed, the Demon Lord Army would likely focus its efforts on Giamut, the Alliance leader that represented the Central Continent. After losing its elven healers, this superpower would be a lot easier to destroy.
This saved Baukis, the country that had put up the stiffest resistance to date, for last. Although it had sent quite a few golems to the Central Continent to support the war effort there, the large majority of Baukis’s golems were still in position to defend their home continent. But after taking out Rohzenheim and Giamut, the Demon Lord Army would be able to consolidate all its forces and simply overwhelm this one last bastion through sheer numbers.
Allen had lost Krena and the others quite a while earlier into his explanation—the sole exception was Cecil, who had been attending war tactics and strategies classes with him. “And the four million in reserve will be sent to the three fronts as needed?”
“I think so,” Allen nodded. “If the current forces attacking Rohzenheim and the Central Continent prove enough, I suspect they will send all four million to Baukis to bolster the one million that’s already there.”
“And if those reserves were to aid the Central Continent front, Giamut would be fighting a total of six million?”
“If it comes to that, then yes.”
The reserves would most likely be dispatched in order of priority. If Allen and his friends simply twiddled their thumbs while the Demon Lord Army obliterated Rohzenheim, then those very same forces would set their sights on the Central Continent next.
This was why Allen decided to go to Rohzenheim. Saving Rohzenheim could very well be the key to saving the Central Continent—and by extension, the known world.
Keel, who had remained silent this whole time, finally spoke up. “But still, how is Giamut supposed to face two million monsters without any healers?”
He was not against going to Rohzenheim, but it was not lost on him that if nothing was done, an enormous number of soldiers at the Giamutan front would soon be losing their lives. Even if the No-life Gamers brought Rohzenheim back from the brink, there was a chance they would return home only to find Giamut already in ruin.
“About that...I have an idea.” Allen grinned.
Dogora recognized the look on his face. “We can’t help out the Central Continent in person, but you think there’s something else we can do for them?”
“Exactly. It’s far from a foolproof plan, but I’m planning on sending recovery items to the Central Continent front.” Allen took out a Frond of Life made from a Rank E Summon and showed it to everyone.
Comprehension dawned on Cecil’s face. “Ah, so that’s going to heal them in place of the elves.”
“I see. Recovery items.” The headmaster examined the leaf closely when it reached his hands. “The front line already has recovery items, though.”
“Sir, that single leaf you’re holding is capable of healing enough soldiers to fill one of the school’s training fields by 1,000 HP.”
“A thousand?! And over such a large area?!”
There was a reason the headmaster was so surprised. The higher level a Cleric was, the wider an area they could heal all at once. However, even a Cleric with Healing Magic Lvl. 6 could only heal a crowd the size of a twenty-five-meter-long swimming pool. And yet, Allen had just claimed that a single Frond of Life could heal multiple times that area. Of course, as Healing Magic was dependent on the Intelligence stat, a max-level Cleric would be able to heal much more than 1,000 HP.
“I have 600,000 of these, sir,” Allen added. “If these were all sent to the Giamutan front, I imagine they’d help the troops continue fighting for quite a while.”
“You have six hu— Do you mean it, Allen?!”
Over the past year and a half, Allen had actually made 650,000 Fronds of Life. There was a point in time when he was sourcing more magic stones than he could use to create the Fronds, but that only lasted until he obtained Quick Summoning. Of the 650,000 that he had created since then, he was now offering to send 600,000 to the Central Continent to stand in for the withdrawing elven squads.
“Yes, sir,” Allen confirmed, nodding. “I will transfer them over later.”
“Understood. I’ll make arrangements for a large open area.”
“Thank you, sir. In order to use them effectively... May I use the map? So, there are more than fifty fortresses along the front line. However, I predict that only ten of them will need the extra healing—well, subtracting the one where the Hero’ll be stationed, nine places. And all nine can be reached in eight days via magic ship.”
If the Demon Lord Army was at least ten days away, it would be possible to deliver all these Fronds of Life to the appropriate fortresses before the fighting broke out.
Allen then continued his explanation. He hypothesized that the push by the Demon Lord Army this time included all the forces they had accumulated over the past few years. The reason he had been so sure about the number ten was because if the Army was actually serious about taking down the Giamutan capital, then the route of their advance was mostly decided for them and that it would involve only ten fortresses at the most.
The Hero was capable of using wide-area Healing Magic and had an MP Recovery Ring, so the fortress he would be stationed at would not need recovery items. As a rough approximation based on the effective range of the Fronds, the fortresses would probably use around ten thousand per day.
He now understood what Allen was getting at, but the headmaster still had a frown on his face. “Those numbers mean your items would only last two months at the most.”
“That is the case,” Allen agreed. “And that’s why we have to turn things around in Rohzenheim within two months.”
Rohzenheim was on the brink, Giamut’s fate was up in the air, and Baukis had its hands full. Even after sending so many recovery items to Giamut, Allen knew that he would still need to resolve things quickly in Rohzenheim. If the Demon Lord Army’s top priority really was Rohzenheim and the situation changed on that front, then it would inevitably affect the Central Continent.
Of course, we’re fighting against opponents who can do their own thinking and scheming. For all we know, the Central Continent could be their top priority and it’s just been sheer luck they’ve been making such smooth progress in Rohzenheim. And of course, everything could change based on how Giamut acts. I don’t expect it to just sit back and wait for its demise.
Real battles involved real people. And it was impossible to perfectly predict how others would behave.
“Has Giamut declared a state of emergency yet?” Allen asked the headmaster.
“Indeed. The emperor of Giamut declared it some time ago.”
Rulers such as kings and emperors had the power to declare a state of emergency. Once they did, the duty to fight that had previously applied only to nobles would apply to commoners and serfs as well. This carried the risk of fostering explosive resentment among the masses, possibly even leading to a revolt; it was invoked only when the nation was truly in danger—just as Giamut currently was. In other words, it was an ace up a country’s sleeve.
The Empire of Giamut was currently gathering all its reserves, retired and volunteer soldiers, and conscripts in an effort to bolster its forces. Those who did not need further training, such as the reserves and retirees, would be stationed within a month.
So the entirety of Giamut already knows it’s in a state of emergency. As expected of a world with magic tools for instantaneous communication. Hmm, so the front lines will be reinforced within the next month.
“Still, to make six hundred thousand of such miraculous items... Is this due to your power as a Summoner?” The headmaster asked Allen. If true, it meant a single Summoner had the power to single-handedly overturn the outcome of a battle.
“No, sir, these were not made by my power.”
“Huh?! The heck’re you saying, Allen?!” Dogora shouted.
Although he had not been capable of understanding the majority of what had been said just now, Dogora as well as the rest of the No-life Gamers knew without a doubt that Allen had made these Fronds of Life. Even while dungeon delving, they had seen him take out a plant pot during breaks to continue making more of them. Currently all of the Gamers—Dogora included, of course—were carrying quite a few inside the storage magic tool they each kept on their person.
“This is an elven elixir created by the elves of Rohzenheim,” Allen said, enunciating carefully. “They managed to find a way to mass-produce them, although doing so has greatly lowered their efficacy.”
“Elven elixirs? These?”
Back when Allen fought Helmios, Helmios had seen Allen use a Blessing of Earth and had mistaken it for an elven elixir. Allen was now taking advantage of the leeway he had from the fact that no one else was familiar with a Summoner’s abilities.
If the Hero’s reaction had been sincere, then the real elven elixir can probably heal lost limbs for real too.
However, as a member of the elven royal family, Theodojiil knew what the real elven elixir looked like. He was about to question Allen’s claim when Sophie suddenly spoke up. “Lord Allen speaks true,” she confirmed. “This is undoubtedly an elven elixir.”
“Your Highness, what—”
With perfect timing, Sophie added, “In exchange for calling all its people back, Rohzenheim is now sending these elven elixirs to take their place. Isn’t that right, Lord Allen?” She looked at him with upturned eyes as if she were a student waiting for a teacher to check her answer.
“That’s exactly it, Sophie. Rohzenheim did not forget its role as a member of the Five Continent Alliance.”
The Demon Lord Army was hoping that the withdrawal of elven forces would lead to the collapse of the Five Continent Alliance. Once this international cooperative body was gone, each country would be that much easier to invade. However, the introduction of these so-called elven elixirs would give Giamut a very different impression.
With the Demon Lord still at large, I figure it’d be best to keep the Alliance intact for now. The way Allen saw it, once the Demon Lord was gone, this organization would become one where a handful of superpowers lorded it over countless other less powerful countries. At the moment, however, it was still necessary.
“How brilliant, Lord Allen!” Sophie gushed. “Rohzenheim is saved, Giamut is saved, and even the Alliance is saved!”
“Of course, the plan I described is a countermeasure based only on what I’ve heard so far,” Allen cautioned. “The situation could still change at the drop of a hat.”
Things would likely go the Alliance’s way at first. After all, the Demon Lord Army would be attacking with the assumption that the Central Continent now had no healing support without the elven healers, but they would instead face Giamutan forces with six hundred thousand Fronds of Life on hand. The Demon Lord Army would catch on sooner or later and adjust their tactics accordingly. Similarly, if Allen and his friends managed to help Rohzenheim make a comeback, the Central Continent front might also end up affected somehow. It would be foolish to expect everything to go well.
And that’s why we need insurance.
As Allen mulled over what else he could do, the headmaster now fully understood what Allen and Sophie were getting at. “Thank you. These recovery items will be an enormous help.”
“Think nothing of it. All I ask is that these are called ‘elven elixirs’ going forward.” Allen then turned to Meruru, who had been looking down ever since she had heard she was to return home. “Meruru, we’re still coming to Baukis in April. We made a promise, and I intend to keep it.”
“Huh?”
“We’ll deal with the Demon Lord Army as fast as we can, then hit the Rank S dungeon in Baukis together!”
“O-Okay.”
“Since you’ll probably also be dispatched to the front lines—here, take some more elven elixirs.”
The dwarven girl possessed the Talos General Talent, which enabled her to pilot golems up to mithril grade. This made her a one-in-ten-million prodigy. At the same time, that very Talent made it very likely she would be deployed to battle as a soldier. Therefore, Allen handed her some more Fronds in addition to the number she usually received as a member of the Gamers. He made a point of calling them “elven elixirs” as he did so.
Oh right, I should give her MP recovery items too. I’m sure the war situation would change with a thousand Seeds of Magic.
What the soldiers fighting on the Central Continent needed most was HP recovery items. In contrast, Baukis was protected by golems that ran on MP from their pilots and therefore needed items to recover MP instead.
“Thank...you...”
When Allen handed her a pouch bulging with Seeds of Magic, she thanked him once more as tears streamed down her face. She felt greatly indebted as, on top of not having been able to contribute in any significant way to their dungeon dives so far, she was now temporarily leaving the party.
Keel spoke up again. “I need to explain things to Nina.”
“That’s a good point.” Allen nodded. “We should bid a proper farewell to those at the base.”
The No-life Gamers decided to return home and first say goodbye to Nina—Keel’s younger sister—and the servants who had basically become family before they headed out to the battlefield.
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A day passed, most of it spent bustling around preparing for the journey to Rohzenheim. The headmaster had promised to arrange foodstuffs and additional necessities, but there were other things that Allen needed to prepare.
It was possible that, after spending almost two whole years in this city, the party might not ever come back to it again. The thought seemed quite poignant somehow. There were no absolutes in war, and no guarantee that they would win. The large majority of residents in this city had not the faintest idea about the Demon Lord and were simply living their lives as usual. And Allen wanted to do what he could to keep it that way.
Keel explained the situation to Nina and his servants. Nina looked quite shocked, but managed to smile and say, “Please come back safe and sound!” with tears in her eyes. As a result of his departure, Nina and the servants would be entering Count Hamilton’s care a year early.
Allen intended to end things in Rohzenheim as quickly as he could, but he had no way to ensure everything would go the way he wanted. Consequently, as soon as he had left the headmaster’s office the day before, he had gone and explained everything to Rifol, his classmate of two years and Count Hamilton’s son. Rifol had replied, “You know how close we are. There’s no problem at all,” then promptly headed off to make the necessary arrangements.
Allen understood this to mean he had incurred a favor with Rifol. He made a mental note to repay it after the war was over.
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Allen made his way to the outskirts of Academy City and opened his grimoire to do a thorough check of the stats, Abilities, and Awakened Abilities of the Rank B Summons that had become available to him upon obtaining Summoning Lvl. 7.
Status of Insect B (Ant)
Type: Insect
Rank: B
Name: Antsy
HP: 2,600
MP: 1,000
Attack: 2,400
Endurance: 3,000
Agility: 3,000
Intelligence: 2,000
Luck: 1,800
Buffs: Endurance 100, Agility 100
Ability: Formic Acid
Awakened Ability: Spawn
Status of Beast B (Cerberus)
Type: Beast
Rank: B
Name: Cerby
HP: 3,000
MP: 1,000
Attack: 3,000
Endurance: 2,700
Agility: 2,800
Intelligence: 2,000
Luck: 1,400
Buffs: HP 100, Attack 100
Ability: Triple Bite
Awakened Ability: Ninefold Crunch
Status of Bird B (Griffin)
Type: Bird
Rank: B
Name: Griff
HP: 2,000
MP: 1,000
Attack: 2,000
Endurance: 2,300
Agility: 3,000
Intelligence: 3,000
Luck: 2,400
Buffs: Agility 100, Intelligence 100
Ability: Fly
Awakened Ability: Jet
Status of Grass B (Peach)
Type: Grass
Rank: B
Name: Peachy
HP: 100
MP: 3,000
Attack: 100
Endurance: 100
Agility: 100
Intelligence: 100
Luck: 3,000
Buffs: MP 100, Luck 100
Ability: Blessing of Earth
Awakened Ability: Blessing of Heaven
Status of Stone B (Mithril Armor)
Type: Stone
Rank: B
Name: Mirror
HP: 3,000
MP: 1,000
Attack: 2,800
Endurance: 3,000
Agility: 2,300
Intelligence: 2,000
Luck: 2,500
Buffs: HP 100, Endurance 100
Ability: Reflect
Awakened Ability: Total Reflect
Status of Fish B (Archelon)
Type: Fish
Rank: B
Name: Genbu
HP: 2,900
MP: 3,000
Attack: 2,000
Endurance: 2,900
Agility: 1,000
Intelligence: 3,000
Luck: 2,600
Buffs: MP 100, Intelligence 100
Ability: Turtle Shield
Awakened Ability: Turtle Barrier
Status of Spirit B (Blonde Girl)
Type: Spirit
Rank: B
Name: Ellie
HP: 2,600
MP: 3,000
Attack: 2,600
Endurance: 3,000
Agility: 2,600
Intelligence: 3,000
Luck: 1,800
Buffs: Endurance 100, Intelligence 100, High Physical Damage Resistance
Ability: Gravity
Awakened Ability: Black Hole
Status of Dragon B (Winged Dragon)
Type: Dragon
Rank: B
Name: Dora
HP: 2,800
MP: 1,000
Attack: 3,000
Endurance: 2,900
Agility: 3,000
Intelligence: 1,800
Luck: 1,600
Buffs: Attack 100, Agility 100, High Breath Damage Resistance
Ability: Fire Breath
Awakened Ability: Hellfire of Fury
A blonde teenage girl beside Allen asked, “So, you would like us to eviscerate these monsters that call themselves the Demon Lord Army?” This was Spirit B. Her body was translucent and she was floating in midair. Her tone was respectful, but what she was saying sounded rather disturbing.
“That’s right. Go only for the monsters. They’ll be fighting a lot of human soldiers, and you’re all expressly forbidden from attacking the humans, even if they attack you first.”
“Your will is our command, Master.”
Allen had no idea how much his Summons could do against two million monsters, but in a battle, every little bit helped. This was why Allen was now silently bringing out a whole slew of Summons that he planned on dispatching to the Giamutan front. Thanks to Sharing, he would be able to see the situation there for himself once they arrived.
If Giamut were to fall, the next country that the Demon Lord Army would target on the Central Continent was very likely to be Ratash, Allen’s homeland. Keeping an eye on the state of the war in the north would allow him to immediately react to any changes in the situation. This time, he had been caught unawares by news of Rohzenheim and needed a whole day to get things in order; he wanted very much to avoid having to go through this again.
Allen’s Summons were able to stay Summoned for a month at most. So far, he had only ever used them for tasks that could be accomplished within a month, such as farming dungeons, serving as a method of communication with Granvelle City, and helping out with Rodin Village’s development. This time, however, his Summons needed to traverse the entire longitudinal breadth of the massive Empire of Giamut. As such, he was restricted to sending Summons that could fly through the sky—and quickly, at that.
Summons Being Sent to the Giamutan Front
Bird E x 2
Bird D x 2
Spirit B x 5
Dragon B x 5
This seems about right if I want the group to be capable of scouting, fighting, and information gathering. And I’ll have them carry some recovery items too.
Allen gave his Summons one more order. “Oh, and if you encounter a demon or Demonic Deity, try to send back as much information as possible.”
I did try to look into them, but couldn’t find anything at all. I want to at least know how powerful they are.
Representing the rest of the Summons, Dora replied, “Gotcha, Master. We’ll do what it takes to gather all the info we can.”
According to the headmaster and Allen’s homeroom teacher, the Demon Lord Army had an internal hierarchy and a chief commander, but they did not sound too sure. Allen wanted to confirm these facts for himself.
“All right, I’m counting on you all. I might send reinforcements depending on the situation on the front line, but don’t count on it.”
“We will eviscerate every last one of them, Master.”
“Hell yeah. We’ll burn ’em to embers!”
After Spirit B and Dragon B—the only two kinds who could speak the human language—gave Allen their replies, the whole group flew off together, heading northward while constantly Sharing their vision with him.
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“Thanks for waiting,” Allen said as he rejoined his friends in front of the high-speed magic ship. The vessel measured a hundred meters from bow to stern.
Krena waved at him cheerfully. “You’re done, Allen?”
“Yep. I just sent them off.”
Hundreds of elven students stood huddled in small groups around the No-life Gamers, clearly shaken by the sudden order to return. Sophie was going around to each one and reassuring them, saying, “There’s no need to worry. Lord Allen is with us,” as if it was supposed to mean something.
Keel, who had just finished saying his final farewells to his family, appeared to be arguing about something with the oldest servant. As it turned out, he was trying to hand over the entirety of the hefty sum he had earned from dungeon delving, but the servant was adamantly refusing to accept it. They had done this same thing the night before. Eventually, it was the servant who folded, promising to only use it for Nina’s sake.
Allen approached Dogora. “You sure about this?”
Although the king of Ratash had issued a royal decree, Allen still made a point to confirm how Dogora felt about the situation. If Dogora did not want to go, Allen was confident he could make the decree go away—especially since Dogora was a commoner.
“Huh? Sure about what?”
The way Allen saw it, Dogora was the one who would be in the greatest danger in the coming battles. After all, his class was one that fought in close quarters, and he would be up against Rank A monsters—possibly even Rank S ones. This was significantly different from Cecil and Keel who, despite having relatively low HP and Endurance, could stand in the back behind Allen’s Summons. Krena was also in the vanguard, but her stats were a good deal higher than Dogora’s.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to properly protect everyone if we suddenly encounter a Rank S enemy.
Currently, Dogora’s weapon and all his armor were adamantite. This was enough to protect him against most things, but the enemies they would be meeting could very well be even more powerful than the dragon boss in the Rank A dungeons in Academy City that they already had such trouble fighting.
The worst-case scenario flashed through Allen’s mind, prompting him to ask, “You know you don’t have to stick with me, right?”
Dogora grinned. “The hell you sayin’? The royal decree had my name on it, didn’t it? We’re gonna raise hell on that battlefield and wrangle up all the rewards we’re worth,” he said, copying Allen’s tone.
“You’re damn right we are. Do your best up front with Krena, then.” Though we still don’t know exactly how we’ll be joining the fight.
“You got it, boss.” Dogora propped his greatax on his shoulder, gripping it tightly.
All right, first stop: Nest.
The high-speed magic ship that they would be riding was scheduled to arrive in Nest, a massive port city at the southernmost tip of the Rohzenheim continent, in four days.
“Ah, looks like they’ve started boarding. Guys, let’s go.”
And so the magic ship took off, carrying the No-life Gamers to the battlefield.
Chapter 2: Gathering Information from Ratash Palace
A solitary bird was perched on a branch, peering inside one of the windows of the resplendent Ratash Palace. Suddenly, the door on the far side of the room opened, and a noble, a knight, and a butler entered. When the knight noticed the bird, he opened the window, allowing the bird to slip inside.
“Pardon the intrusion, Viscount Granvelle,” the creature said as it bowed toward the noble. This was of course Allen’s Bird G Summon.
“Apologies you had to wait so long. The audience with the king lasted some time.”
“I understand. What have you learned?”
The very day Allen had received word from the headmaster, he reached out to the viscount via the Summon permanently stationed at the Granvelle mansion. When the viscount had heard about Allen and his group’s sudden dispatch to the front lines, he had immediately headed to the royal capital to demand an explanation from the king. However, the most he was told was that “His Majesty is currently occupied,” all the way up to the end of the day. The next morning, he had changed his approach, saying that Allen and his group had already boarded a high-speed magic ship and that he was there to seek a thorough explanation for their deployment. He was immediately granted an audience.
“I shall start with the situation on the front lines,” the viscount said. “Supposedly, the Demon Lord Army began marching on Rohzenheim a month ago.”
Allen had previously asked the viscount to dig up as much information as he could regarding this war. While waiting for his audience with the king, the viscount had done his own investigation, reaching out to high-ranking officers in the army and other nobles. Since the House Granvelle Affair, he had developed cooperative relationships with various government factions. Many nobles were more than happy to help the viscount out.
In so many words, the northernmost fortress of Rohzenheim had already fallen to a force of three million monsters. The elves were particularly proficient at providing support and healing. Their weapon of choice was the bow, making them perfectly suited for fighting defensively behind castle walls. It was unthinkable for them to lose a fortress in such a short time.
However, the Demon Lord Army had apparently achieved the impossible. The northernmost fortress of Rohzenheim, said to be a massive bulwark that stood impregnable for decades on end, was taken down in a matter of days. It was clear just how serious the Demon Lord Army was about decimating the country.
The Demon Lord Army had attacked the Central Continent, Baukis, and Rohzenheim concurrently. However, Baukis had its golems, and Rohzenheim had the protection of the Sovereign of Spirits, so the demons had concentrated their efforts on the Central Continent up until this year. After decades of assaults, it had finally managed to establish a solid foothold on the Central Continent, something that it had yet to achieve on Rohzenheim’s or Baukis’s continents.
When the Hero appeared, everything had changed. The weakest amongst the three was no longer the Central Continent, but Rohzenheim. Despite having the protection of the Sovereign of Spirits, Rohzenheim had far fewer soldiers compared to the other two continents. In exchange for having long life spans, elves had greater difficulty having children. To make matters worse, they had a strong aversion to allowing those of other races within their borders. This exclusionary mindset, along with all their other weaknesses, suddenly came to a head when they found themselves the easiest target amongst the three major forces.
Rohzenheim had then issued an urgent request for reinforcements through the Five Continent Alliance, but by then, the Demon Lord Army was already knocking on the doors of the capital city, Fortenia. Ratash attempted to send its reply, but it did not go through, indicating that Fortenia had already fallen. So another message—“Allen and his companions have been ordered by royal decree to answer your summons”—was sent instead to Nest, a major city in the south of Rohzenheim.
“Rohzenheim is currently in a very precarious situation. The fighting has reached the southern part of the country, and multiple cities are doing what they can to slow the advance of the Demon Lord Army,” the viscount continued.
It had taken the Army some time to completely bring down the capital—enough for all the residents to evacuate. Now, practically the entire surviving elven population was packed into several major settlements in the south. Ratash did not know just how far the Demon Lord Army had reached, but chances were that those southern cities were embroiled in combat at this very moment.
“Thank you for finding all this out, sir.”
“It was no effort. Now, as for His Majesty...”
The viscount changed the topic to his audience with the king of Ratash just now. He repeated the king’s exact words: “This is a grave crisis where an entire country’s fate hangs in the balance. As a fellow signatory of the Five Continent Alliance, we have a duty to help where we can. And while our nation highly values Allen’s fighting strength, we still think accepting Rohzenheim’s request and sending him to their aid is the right thing to do.”
Furthermore, Allen’s entire party—including Cecil Granvelle, the daughter of Viscount Granvelle—was ordered to accompany him to ensure that he could exercise his abilities to their fullest extent. The viscount plied the king with numerous questions during the audience, but the king refused to acknowledge any of them.
I see, so he’s sticking to the line of moral superiority, but his true intention is probably to feed my entire group to that army of three million.
“I’m sorry, sir. This might be due to the bad impression I left His Majesty with after the tournament.”
The memory of the ceremony held after the martial arts tournament at the Academy came to Allen’s mind. As a result of that incident, Cecil was now caught up in what was clearly the king’s reprisal.
After a pause, the viscount managed to say, “It is fine. However, Allen...please help ensure that Cecil comes back home safe and sound.”
“I swear it, sir,” Allen replied with confidence.
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The No-life Gamers gathered in a room inside the magic ship they were aboard. Allen briefed them all on what the viscount had told him. After Allen finished, Dogora still looked quite bewildered. In contrast, Sophie had grown despondent ever since she had heard that Fortenia had fallen.
“So...what does that mean?” Dogora asked.
“The elves are still fighting hard,” Allen answered. “They haven’t given up yet, so we can’t give up either.”
Sophie looked up, light returning to her eyes. “Lord Allen...”
“However, I admit that what happened this time is my fault. I didn’t expect the king to be so blatant with his retaliation.”
Although the king did say he planned to send Keel and Krena to “the part of the front lines with the most fighting” during that dinner. Looks like he’s switched his target to me instead.
Dogora frowned. “Huh? Why’re you apologizing? You did that for our sake, right?”
“Dogora’s right,” Cecil agreed. “And everything’s gone well so far. Just do what you think is best, and we’ll follow you.”
“I have a feeling you’re my fastest ticket to restoring my House,” Keel grinned, implying that he had no problem either.
Representing the others, Cecil said, “You get it now, Allen? We’re all fully committed.”
Ever since she had lost her brother, Mihai, to the war, Cecil had resolved to dedicate herself to the cause. All this meant was that the war she was supposed to join next spring had come a little early.
I’ve heard that Rank S monsters show up on the front lines, so I had wanted to first gear everyone up in orichalcum equipment before we got there. I guess there’s no point worrying about that now.
Everyone seemed ready to join the fray, and naturally, Allen was as well. His sole regret was that he still had no clue how to remove his party members’ level caps. He was not holding out much hope, seeing how even Hero Helmios and Sword Lord Dverg had failed to do so. This was why he had wanted to at least procure full sets of orichalcum weapons and armor for his companions, but it was a moot point now. They would have to make do with what they had.
“By the way, what do you plan on doing when we reach Nest?” Cecil asked Allen so as to take stock of the situation. The party had spent the past three days on the magic ship, during which they had discussed things such as battle formations. However, they had yet to hear about the big picture that Allen was envisioning.
“Nest is located at the southernmost tip of Rohzenheim. We’re simply going to fight our way northward and do a clean sweep of the Demon Lord Army.”
He had every intention of ridding the continent of every last invading monster. So much for being sorry for causing everyone trouble. His companions gawked at him with astonishment and disbelief.
Unable to hold back, Cecil exclaimed, “Isn’t that aiming a bit too high?!”
“You... You intend on wiping out all three million of them, Lord Allen?” Sophie asked in a fluster, peering into his eyes for confirmation.
Allen shook his head. “Not three million. If possible, I want to take care of the four million reserves too, so that’s seven million total.” He predicted that depending on how the war developed, the reserves—likely on standby north of the Central Continent at the moment—would also be mobilized.
After struggling a while to get her words out, Sophie asked in a trembling voice, “Is... Is that even possible?”
“Well, we’re currently heading over in response to a summons—I have no idea exactly how we’ll be taking part in the war. Sophie, do you think you can do something about that?”
At the moment, the No-life Gamers had yet to be told what their orders would be when their boots hit the ground. All they knew was that they had been sent for. Would they be assigned to a squad? Serve as a commando unit? Or was it something else? From the information he had on hand, Allen had been able to come up with a few strategies, but everything was based on the assumption that they would have the freedom to act freely.
“There’s no need for worry, Lord Allen.”
“You sure?”
“You will be free to fight however you wish. I swear it on my name as princess. Right, Volmaar?”
“O-Of course, Princess Sophialohne.”
Sophie knew full well that the way Allen fought was unconventional and there would be no point shoehorning him into the elven army. She now burned with a sense of purpose in ensuring that Allen got all the freedom he needed. She felt assured that this was the reason she had been born the crown princess of the elves.
The magic ship would be landing in Nest the next day. Allen and his friends mulled over the coming fight in their own way as time and the ship marched on.
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At long last, the Rohzenheim shoreline came into view the following evening.
“We’re finally here,” Cecil murmured.
“Right on schedule,” Allen replied.
Whew, Nest isn’t burning. That’s a relief.
The No-life Gamers would soon be landing in Nest, a city located at the southernmost tip of Rohzenheim. If this city had been ablaze, it would have meant the entire continent had already fallen to the Demon Lord Army.
Sophie stayed glued to the magic ship window, her expression anxious. According to the intel from the king of Ratash, no one yet knew whether her mother was safe or not.
Before long, the magic ship touched down on the city’s landing pad. There, Allen and his companions disembarked alongside hundreds of elven passengers.
Rohzenheim’s landmass was around a third the size of the Central Continent, but its population was equal to the relatively tiny kingdom of Ratash at only twenty million, even though Ratash had a mere fraction of the land that Rohzenheim did.
Whoa, that’s a lot of luggage.
The landing pad was flooded with wooden boxes packed with people’s possessions. It felt as though all the belongings of the entire elven race had been gathered in this one place. A closer look revealed that many crates were partially burned and charred, likely having been carried quite literally through the flames of war. People hurried to and fro sorting through everything while those who looked like elven military officers barked out orders.
The elven students peered around anxiously before many took off running, spurred on by their worry for their families. They were searching for their parents, but this proved to be a frustrating challenge with how chaotic the situation was.
Without warning, a carriage approached the Gamers. When it came to halt before them, an elf got out and bowed reverently toward the group.
“We are beyond relieved to have you back with us safe and sound, Your Highness. The Elder Council wishes to meet with you. Please allow me to accompany you there.”
Sophie’s eyebrows twitched once in response to the word “Elder,” but she quickly prompted the party to join her in the carriage. “Let us go, Lord Allen, everyone.”
As the carriage clattered on, Allen stared out the window. “What will become of the elven students we arrived with?”
“They will be taken care of,” Sophie replied. “They were notified ahead of time where to gather.”
Soon, the carriage left the landing pad site. What they saw outside made all the No-life Gamers gasp in shock.
“This is just... It’s horrible.” Cecil was at a loss for words.
Countless elves were desperately healing other elves covered in blood. The shrill screams and wails of children pierced the air. The scene was exactly that of a field hospital.
Just how far does this extend? The wounded and refugees are spilling out the city walls. The number of refugees... There’s more than a million here.
When the magic ship had landed, Allen immediately sent out two Bird Es to scout the area from the air. Once he had a thorough grasp of the city’s layout, he planned on sending them north to scout out the way to the front line.
Nest was a sprawling commercial metropolis encircling a large bay. Through Hawk Eye, Allen observed that its streets were completely filled with the wounded and displaced. Many were receiving treatment out in the open—there was likely no more room inside the buildings. Many had lost limbs. The elves seemed to have given up completely on their most severely wounded, either because they did not have the resources or the MP to tend to them. The fact that the elves, who were exemplary healers, had so many wounded spoke volumes about how fierce the fighting on the front lines was.
As his companions stared in shock at the graphic scenes passing by their carriage, Allen checked his stock of recovery items and continued scouting ahead.
“Allen, we have to help them!” Krena cried out, unable to bear it any longer.
However, Allen shook his head. “We don’t have the time right now. And I only have a limited number of recovery items.”
Indeed, they could not simply turn a blind eye to this situation, but they would be putting the cart before the horse if they wasted time here and let the whole country fall in the end. They had yet to know just how many wounded there were or how many recovery items would be needed to heal them all. If they dedicated attention to this problem, it might delay everything else, and by then it would be too late. This was why Allen insisted on forging ahead.
“But I can’t just leave them be!” Krena insisted, her face red. She clearly had no intention of backing down.
Keel stepped between the two. “How about this, then?” He suggested that Krena, Dogora, and Keel go around helping as many people as they could with the recovery items they had and Keel’s Healing Magic. The No-life Gamers all kept a few inside their personal item pouch for when they went dungeon delving. “And while we do that, you go and finish having that talk with the Elders, boss.”
“All right, that works for me.” Allen took off the MP Recovery Ring he received from Helmios and handed it to Keel. “Once our next step is decided, I’ll come pick you guys up.”
“Then we ain’t got time to just dillydally here! C’mon, let’s go!” As soon as the discussion was over, Dogora immediately leaped from the moving carriage.
“Go!” Krena grabbed hold of a flustered Keel and immediately followed suit.
“Wai— Krena?!” Keel screamed.
*
“Well, I’m sure the three of them will be fine,” Cecil said.
“That’s true.” Allen nodded.
In a matter of moments, they could spot the light of Keel’s magic through the back window of the carriage. Even if it meant the group going two separate ways, Allen wanted to respect the wishes of his companions.
After proceeding for a while more, the carriage came to a stop before a large wooden structure in the center of the city. Allen and the rest of his group disembarked, and a buzz of voices sprang up all around as the elves recognized Sophie. Many even put their hands together and started praying. This scene vividly illustrated just how much of a presence she, as their crown princess, had in the hearts of her people.
Sophie had been stricken at what she saw in town, but she now gathered herself. “Come, Lord Allen. This way.” Sharing Allen’s sense of urgency, she turned to her attendant. “Volmaar, look for the Elders.”
“Yes, Your Highness. Right away.”
A short while later, Volmaar returned. He guided the group inside the building, and they eventually arrived at a pair of doors that opened to a large conference room. It was occupied by twelve elderly elves as well as those who appeared to be the generals and other high-ranking officers of the elven army. One of them was missing an arm—everything about him indicated that he had just recently returned from the battlefield. Everyone was huddled around a map spread over a massive round table in the center of the room, locked in heated discussion.
Sophie strode into the room with the remaining No-life Gamers following behind.
“Thank Rohzen you are back, Princess Sophialohne!” One of the Elders threw his arms up with joy.
Without responding, Sophie looked around the room, then asked in a steely voice, “Where is Her Majesty?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Where. Is. She?”
“I-I’m truly sorry, Your Highness. We all insisted that she evacuate with us, but...”
“So she is still on the front lines, then?”
“Y-Yes, she is, Your Highness.”
Hearing this, Sophie flew into a rage. “And all of you turned tail and fled while leaving your queen to die?!”
The Elders quivered under the full brunt of her wrath.
Sophie’s angry that the Elders evacuated on their own and abandoned the queen?
While Rohzenheim was ruled by a queen, it was these twelve Elders who managed the day-to-day management of the country, with the queen holding the authority to veto any decisions they made. The queen was currently absent, but every last one of the twelve Elders was present, meaning not one of them had stayed with her. Their desertion was what had infuriated Sophie.
One of them tried to assuage her anger. “W-We are truly sorry, Your Highness.”
“So then, what is Her Majesty’s current situation?!”
“Her Majesty is still fighting in Tiamo at the moment.”
Ah, we learned about that place in geography class. It’s a pretty big city, if I remember right. Is that where the front line is now?
Allen recalled that Tiamo was a city farther inland in the southern region of Rohzenheim. If the battlefront had already reached Tiamo, it meant seventy percent of the country had fallen to the Demon Lord Army.
“She is still safe and well, then?”
The Elders shifted uncomfortably at Sophie’s question. No one had a ready answer.
“What is the matter? Answer my question.”
“I’m afraid...Tiamo can only hold out for just a few more days.”
Sophie wordlessly turned from the old men with pained expressions to the armored generals. The one with a missing arm was hanging his head.
Are they all still in armor so they can be ready to head to battle again at a moment’s notice? Hmm, so the situation’s bad enough that even their generals are getting hurt and being forced to retreat back here. Sophie did promise that I’ll be able to do whatever I want, so I guess it’s about time for me to step in.
Allen abruptly spoke up. “So, this is my understanding of the situation: This city is full of refugees fleeing the war and wounded soldiers. Right now, the front line is at Tiamo, which is about to fall in a matter of days. The queen is also at Tiamo and at risk for her life. Is that all correct?”
Everyone looked at Allen in surprise. The one-armed general asked, “Your Highness, is this perhaps...?”
Sophie had regained her composure during the lull when Allen was talking. She nodded. “Indeed. This is the savior that the Sovereign of Spirits prophesied about. He has come to save Rohzenheim.”
“My name is Allen. Nice to meet you all.”
“This young man is the promised one?” The one-armed general studied Allen from head to toe. He did not think the boy looked all that strong.
All right, now that I have the information I need, it’s time to get our priorities in order and take action.
“Oh, so you are our savior!” another elven general said, scooting over to make room around the table. “Come, come. We are in the middle of a strategy meeting at the moment. Please, join us.”
Allen thought continuing this meeting was a waste of time, though. There were other things that he needed to sort out first. He gave Sophie a look as if to ask her to back him up, to which she nodded in response.
“The military meeting is certainly important, but first, allow me to heal your arm, General,” Allen said.
“Ah, I am grateful for the offer, but rather than my arm, our forces—”
“Lukdraal, do as he says. Approach,” Sophie commanded.
“Y-Yes, Your Highness.”
The elf’s arm had already been treated with Healing Magic to stop the bleeding, but the bandages wrapped around the wound were still being stained red. It was a horrific sight.
Allen took out from his Storage what looked like a red peach. His companions did not question why he seemed to be going back on his earlier statement about not being able to afford the time to heal the wounded. They knew full well after their days at the Academy that he always had a reason for whatever he did.
This peach-like item was called Blessing of Heaven and was the product of Grass B’s Awakened Skill. It served to heal all friendly individuals within a hundred meters to one hundred percent of their health. The three Gamers who had gotten off along the way there also possessed ten of them each.
When Allen used the Blessing of Heaven, the bandage wrapped around the general’s stump ripped apart as a new arm sprouted in its place. At the same time, the other wounded elves in the meeting room were healed to full.
“Th-This can’t be!” Lukdraal rubbed his new arm many times over, but could not even find a scar. One of the old men was so astonished his hips gave out and he fell from his chair.
“Is... Is this an elven elixir?” the general asked in shock.
“Yes it is,” Allen replied.
There were ranks to recovery items, and elven elixirs were among the very best. Supposedly made from fruit of the colossal World Tree beside Fortenia through a secret elven technique, they were highly treasured even in Rohzenheim. There were very few items powerful enough to restore lost limbs—not even a Flower of Muellerze, the plant worth a steep five gold that had saved Allen’s father’s life, could regenerate missing body parts. An elven elixir was what had immediately come to the general’s mind upon seeing his arm grow back.
In the same vein, it was said that only a Saintess and other Cleric-line classes with at least three stars had spells to regrow lost limbs. This feat was naturally beyond Keel, a one-star Cleric, even though he had already maxed out both his level and class skills.
“By the way, how many wounded soldiers have been transported to this city?” Allen asked.
“Around 100,000. Even more, if you include the wounded refugees.”
“General, we can fully heal every last one of those 100,000 troops.”
“You can what?! Th-That’s impossible! Only those who have been incapacitated and deemed unfit for duty have been brought to Nest!”
Allen produced another Blessing of Heaven as if he was performing a magic trick. “Just one of these can heal enough people to completely fill the plaza we passed on our way here. And I have three thousand of them.”
The plaza in question was already filled with the injured at the moment. In fact, it was the exact place where Krena and the others had leaped off the carriage and started healing whomever they could.
There’s no need to hand over all three thousand right away. I suppose a thousand would do. I have to find a way to restock soon.
Nest was a sizable port city, and judging from what he could see through Bird E, several hundred Blessings of Heaven would be needed to completely heal everyone here. Allen currently had twelve thousand Rank B magic stones on hand, ready to be converted into Summons. Separate from that number were the three thousand Blessings of Heaven that he had accumulated over almost two years of school.
“Th-Three thousand?! But that’s—”
There was no way such a miraculous item existed in such numbers. Before Lukdraal could finish his sentence, Sophie cut him off.
“Lukdraal, accept what Lord Allen says as true.”
“U-Understood, Your Highness.”
Allen continued: “I have companions who’re already healing those in the plaza, but that is a task far beyond just three people. By now there should be a number of troops who’ve been restored to full health and can move around, so please order them to gather the wounded.”
Lukdraal, who had just experienced for himself the efficacy of a Blessing of Heaven, nodded in response. “Understood. I’ll send men out immediately. Now, the military meeting...”
What’s my top priority right now? To help reestablish the front line and turn back the Demon Lord Army’s advance.
“I appreciate the importance of this meeting, but I shall be participating through a Summon that will represent me. I myself will be immediately heading for Tiamo with my companions.”
“Come again?”
“I am truly sorry. However, if Tiamo is only able to hold out a few more days, then it is paramount that I leave immediately so as to secure Her Majesty the queen and protect her.”
“The thought certainly pleases us, but...even our most powerful horses would need a month to pull a carriage all the way to Tiamo. The magic ship might reach in time, but it would be too conspicuous and would undoubtedly get shot down.”
Lukdraal added ruefully that Tiamo was already a lost cause. The city had been completely encircled by enemy forces, making it impossible for anyone to even get close.
So, we still do have magic ships on hand, but the Demon Lord Army is capable of shooting them down out of the sky. This sort of information is exactly what I need to know.
“Ellie, you caught all that, right? Stay here and let me know what else you learn.”
“Your will is my command, Master.”
“What?! Where did she— Who is this?!”
The generals and Elders all jumped in surprise at Spirit B’s sudden appearance. Not wishing to waste even a second, Allen ignored their reactions and turned to give Ellie her orders. As he would be constantly Sharing with this Ellie, she could always act as his mouthpiece and relay what he wanted to say.
Oh right, and to make it easier to exchange information, I should leave a Poppo here too.
Bird F’s Awakened Ability, Messenger, made it possible for Allen to instantaneously speak and show footage to specified targets within a hundred kilometers. He was sure that this Awakened Ability was going to play a huge role in the ongoing war.
Sophie ordered the elves to cooperate with the Summons, then Allen passed over a thousand Blessings of Heaven to them. It would be up to the elves themselves to figure out which areas had the largest number of wounded.
“All right, guys—off to Tiamo we go,” Allen said.
“Don’t forget to pick Krena and the others up first,” Cecil reminded him.
The No-life Gamers left the building to find the sun already set. A whole crowd of elves had gathered around the building, having heard the news of their princess’s return. A ripple of murmurs ran through them when Sophie appeared. The magic tool lampposts dimly illuminated shifting faces and varying reactions in the crowd: some burst into tears, some pleaded for help, some shouted out their gratitude, and some begged her to run away and save herself.
“We’re heading over on your Summons, right, Allen?” Cecil asked for confirmation’s sake.
“Yep,” Allen nodded. “Come on out, Griffs!”
Seven massive, elephant-sized creatures with the limbs of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle suddenly appeared with an earsplitting screech. When they reared up on their two hind legs and spread their wings, their gargantuan forms reached the same height as the building behind them.
Under Allen’s command, the Griffs knelt down, making it easy for the No-life Gamers to mount their necks. Before the crowd of onlookers and soldiers had time to fully comprehend what had just happened, Sophie gave Lukdraal one last order.
“Lukdraal, take care of Nest. We will definitely save Her Majesty and the residents of Tiamo. In the meantime, focus on healing the troops here and preparing them for return to the front line.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
The Bird Bs took off in the direction of the plaza, seen off by soldiers assuming the elven salute.
“So Lord Rohzen’s prophecy was real,” Lukdraal murmured as Allen’s group disappeared into the distance. He then turned around sharply and began barking orders at his subordinates.
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We’ll make it in time. I’ll make sure that we do!
Allen deftly manipulated his griffin to land in the plaza. Krena immediately ran over.
“Krena, our next destination’s been decided. We’re going to Tiamo!”
“B-But...” she turned around, looking at all the wounded elves who still lay in view.
“You don’t need to worry about them. I’ve given the elves enough recovery items to heal everyone in this city. They’ll be passing them out among themselves soon.”
“Really?! So everybody’ll be saved after all. Thank you, Allen!”
Even though Allen had only just arrived, Krena, Dogora, and Keel quickly got up to speed on their new objective. Without further ado, they each hopped onto a griffin.
“Okay, hold on tight! Griffs, use Jet!”
“Wait, wait, we’re using that again?!” Keel wailed.
The group had often used this Awakened Ability in the dungeons, so they were more than familiar with it. And Keel was not a huge fan, to put it mildly. However, the Bird Bs paid Keel no mind.
“KIEEEEEEEE!”
At Allen’s order, they shot off into the sky, accelerating to a breakneck speed in no time at all. This quickly left the Bird Ds that Allen relied on to see in the dark behind, prompting him to use Quick Summoning to constantly Summon new ones ahead to update his view of the surrounding area with Night Vision.
Several hours later, Tiamo came into view, surrounded by countless glowing dots. The buildings closest to the city’s walls, as well as quite a few farther in, were also giving off billows of smoke. The city was ablaze.
Chapter 3: Tiamo
As the No-life Gamers approached Tiamo, Krena was the first to cry out, “The city’s on fire!”
They were soon close enough to identify the tens of thousands of glowing dots encircling the city as torches and campfires. Thick clouds of smoke poured out from within the city walls.
“Horo, use White Night!”
“Hoot!”
Bird D’s Awakened Ability, White Night, enabled Allen to instantly register everything within view inside a hundred-kilometer radius at night.
Phew! Okay, the city hasn’t fallen yet!
Although he could not see inside buildings, he now had an accurate idea of the state of the city and the besieging forces. There was no sign of battle at the moment, likely because it was nighttime. The Demon Lord Army was camped outside, while the elves behind the walls scurried about putting out fires and carrying their wounded.
“The city’s still standing!” Allen shouted to his companions, prompting a look of relief to spread across Sophie’s face. “We’re gonna climb super high and then land directly inside the city!”
There were members of the Demon Lord Army that could fly too. It might have been the dead of night, but to minimize their chances of being discovered, Allen ordered the Bird Bs to first fly up to a higher altitude, reach the area directly above Tiamo, then fly straight down, aiming for the largest building in the center of the city. The enemy should not have had any intel on Allen’s group yet, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
“All right, we’re going down now!”
“Huh? Wait, I need to prepare myse—”
Before Cecil could finish her thought, the Bird Bs plunged downward.
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The large building in the center of Tiamo was filled with elven soldiers. When the Bird Bs landed in front of it, a commotion sprang up among them.
“Wha—?! We’re under attack! We’re under attack! Monsters have made it inside!”
Soldiers flooded out the entrance, quickly grabbing the bows from their backs and nocking them with arrows. Spirit Users held their hands up, pointing them toward the Summons. Just as their palms started glowing faintly, Volmaar shouted from the back of his mount.
“Stop it, you fools! Hold your fire! Know that you are directing your attacks at Her Highness Princess Sophialohne!”
Ah, I thought it would go better than this. My bad, my bad. But I’m sure Volmaar understands, with the situation being what it is. We don’t have time to do this nice and slow. Do your best, Volmaar.
As the soldiers glared at the Bird Bs with hostility, Allen mentally cheered Volmaar on. Despite having been taken by surprise at Allen’s decision to land so abruptly—and to do so right before the noses of those guarding the heart of the city—the elf was doing a good job controlling the situation.
“P-Princess Sophialohne?”
Thanks to Volmaar’s roar, one by one, the soldiers began noticing Sophie’s characteristic silver hair and golden eyes as she gracefully dismounted her griffin.
“I have returned. Sorry for the fright, everyone. Please lower your weapons.”
“We are sincerely sorry!” the soldiers shouted in unison, falling to their knees like a tidal wave.
“It is no matter,” Sophie replied, using a gentle tone to reassure the troops.
One of the soldiers, whose outfit indicated a high rank, said, “Please allow me to guide you inside, Your Highness!”
After Allen dismissed all the Bird Bs, the whole group followed their guide into the large building. As they approached the second floor, they started picking up on voices raised in dispute. Before long, they were shown to a large room where just over a dozen elves were standing in a circle.
“You of all people need to evacuate the most, Your Majesty!”
“This city will fall tomorrow!”
“I must not. Many of my subjects still remain in this city, trapped within the walls before they had opportunity to escape. Tomorrow, I, too, will fight in person. If you’re worried for my safety, then do everything you can to ensure that we survive the day.”
“Many of our soldiers have already died or been severely wounded. We are nearing our limits. I beg you, please evacuate. You are what makes Rohzenheim!”
“No, our people are what makes Rohzenheim.”
As the woman assumed to be the queen argued with the elves all around her, the soldier who led Allen’s group saluted and loudly announced, “Reporting! Princess Sophialohne and Sir Volmaar have arrived!”
Uh, is he not gonna announce us too? But still, “Sir” Volmaar, huh? He is her closest attendant; I guess the position comes with a pretty high standing.
Volmaar, who always accompanied Sophie as her guard, was generally a reticent man and never talked about himself.
“What? How dare you make a ruckus in this situa— Wait, what? Princess Sophialohne?!”
One of the elves started to upbraid the soldier in irritation, but then noticed Sophie’s presence. The entire room fell silent.
Hmm, so that’s the queen of the elves. She looks exactly like Sophie. Uh, is that a flying squirrel on her shoulder?
There was a throne at the far end of the room, but judging by the conversation just now, the woman who was apparently the queen had been participating in the conference as another military commander. She had the appearance of someone in their late twenties and sported silver hair and golden eyes. Allen had half expected her to be in a white dress, but instead, she was decked out in armor and was as heavily armed as every other soldier in the room.
Sitting upon her shoulder was a flying squirrel. Although Allen understood that the elves loved nature, he was surprised to see just how close they were with animals. However, the creature looked entirely out of place in the tense atmosphere. When the squirrel noticed Allen, it began staring at him fixedly, so the boy gave the animal the stink eye in return.
“Sophie...welcome back.”
“I am glad to see you, Your Majesty.”
A soft “oh no” escaped the lips of one of the elves as he realized that now both the queen and crown princess were trapped in this city fated to fall the very next day.
“Were you listening just now, Sophie? Tiamo is going to be destroyed tomorrow. The best we can do is hold out for one more day. I’m sorry to say this when you’ve only just arrived, but you should r—”
The queen was just about to say “run away” when she started. How did Sophie get here? This city was surrounded on all four sides by the Demon Lord Army. The generals had just been trying to convince her to evacuate, but that in itself was an impossible feat given the situation.
“Your Majesty, I’ve brought Lord Allen with me. We no longer have to worry about this war.”
Sophie’s words prompted the queen to look at the black-haired boy, as did everyone else in the room. One of the generals exclaimed, “So this is the savior promised by Lord Rohzen!”
Allen stepped forward, lowering his head respectfully. “My name is Allen. Your Majesty, Queen of Rohzenheim, I have come in response to your urgent summons.”
“W-Well done. Thank you for making the journey,” another general said. At the same time, he and the others shot Allen’s group a look, the thought, What can a mere seven people do? clearly flashing across their faces. However, they quickly smoothed their expressions and welcomed everyone.
It had been the same with Lukdraal, the general who the group had met in Nest. It would be the same even if Allen were Helmios, the Hero from the Central Continent said to be peerless on the battlefield—all these officers understood that in a war, the strength of a single man made little difference. A general had to always remain realistic; one who only saw what he wanted to see would be neglecting his duties.
Looks like they don’t all blindly believe the Sovereign of Spirits’ sleep talk. Now that their country is on the brink of collapse, I’m sure they’ve all got things they need to do instead of twiddling their thumbs and praying to some god or spirit.
The reaction of the room told Allen everything he needed to know about how the people of Rohzenheim viewed him.
“We’ve also heard of your fight with the Hero,” the queen added. “We greatly appreciate someone of your abilities fighting with us.”
As it turned out, Allen being dispatched to Rohzenheim was not due entirely to the prophecy from the Sovereign of Spirits. Word of Allen’s duel with Helmios at the Ratashian Academy several months prior had already reached this country.
“It would be my honor,” Allen replied.
“As for the current situation—”
Another military meeting? Though to be fair, this city is in danger of being overrun tomorrow, so I guess that’s important too. However, that’s even more reason to not waste what little time is left.
Just as one of the generals was about to catch Allen up to speed, he interrupted the man. “I’m sorry. Before that, I have a question: how many wounded soldiers are there here? And how many who can still fight?”
Just as in Nest, Allen thought it a waste of time participating in a discussion that did not take his abilities into consideration. The general did not look particularly offended at having been cut off so rudely. He thought about it a while.
“I believe we have around 140,000 wounded and 60,000 who can still fight.”
And from what I just saw through White Night, the Demon Lord Army has around 300,000.
Allen suspected that at the start, fewer than 100,000 had been stationed in Tiamo. However, as the war went on, soldiers wounded while fighting farther north had probably been brought here.
There are around ten magic ships docked in Nest, which means they do still have significant transporting capabilities.
Through the Spirit B staying in Nest, Allen had learned that the magic ships in Nest had been used extensively to transport wounded soldiers and refugees. However, now that Tiamo was entirely surrounded by enemy forces, there was no longer any way for those magic ships to land here.
“Thank you for the answer. In that case, please use this to get everyone back to full health as quickly as possible.” Allen took out a Blessing of Heaven from Storage and showed it off.
“Wh-What is this?”
“This is an elven elixir. This single item can fully heal enough people to fit the area of this building four times over. And when I say heal, I mean it can even regrow lost limbs.”
Even though he was talking to the queen of the elves, Allen still insisted on calling the Blessings of Heaven “elven elixirs.”
An incredulous chorus of “What?!” rang out.
“I will be leaving a thousand of these elven elixirs here,” Allen continued. “Please pass them out and prepare everyone for tomorrow’s battle.”
“But that’s... That’s impossible!” The generals could not hide their surprise. Did they think the effect was impossible? Or was it the quantity? Perhaps it was both.
Sophie gazed straight into the eyes of her mother and the generals, speaking clearly. “Everything that Lord Allen said is the truth. The 100,000 wounded soldiers in Nest should all be fully healed by tomorrow as well.”
Someone inhaled sharply, though it was not clear who.
After a pregnant pause, one of the generals asked hesitantly, “D-Does this mean we can still fight?”
“So it seems,” the queen answered, looking at Allen with gratitude. “How can we repay you?”
“Please leave that discussion for after things are over,” Allen replied. “For now, we should be focusing solely on getting through this crisis and turning things around.”
Heh heh heh, I never said I won’t ask for anything!
“However, one problem remains. If we suddenly show such large-scale movement, the forces surrounding the city might make a move.”
“There is no need to worry about that, as my companions and I will be heading out now to launch a night attack. We’ll buy you the time you need.”
“A night attack?!”
Allen flashed his usual wicked grin. “They seem to be fast asleep in their camps.”
Krena looked surprised. “You mean we’re gonna fight now?”
“That’s right.” Allen nodded. “However, Cecil and I will be moving separately. The rest of you, match our timing.”
“Okay!” Krena smiled.
The rest of the No-life Gamers nodded in acknowledgment, even though they had no idea what Allen actually had in mind. During their time with him in the dungeons, he often described ways of fighting and strategies that went completely over their heads at first. Once they followed his instructions, however, they would always reflect back on it afterward and see the logic behind what he was getting at.
“Does that mean all seven of you will be stepping foot outside the walls now?” the queen asked apprehensively.
“Not all seven,” Sophie cut in. “Volmaar, you stay here to help direct the distribution of the elven elixirs and to convey the information we learn from the battlefield.”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Right, it’s a good idea to leave someone who fully understands the effects of the Blessings of Heaven in charge. Good call, Sophie. I should leave Ellie here too.
As the military meeting here would likely resume right after he headed out, Allen decided to have a Spirit B stand in for him here, just as he did in Nest.
“Ellie, let me know what you learn here.”
“Your will is my command, Master.”
“A SPIRIT?!” the elves cried, with some nearly falling over in shock.
“No, this is my Summon.”
The surprised elves mumbled variations of “I see” but continued staring intently at Ellie.
Wow, the elves here reacted to Ellie exactly the same way as those in Nest did. Does she really look so similar to their spirits? I’d be interested in seeing a Spirit User in action.
The Spirit User class involved directly forging a contract with a spirit and borrowing the power of said spirit to fight. Allen had learned at the Academy that this was a Talent that only elves could be born with, just like only dwarves could possess Talents for piloting golems.
“Speaking of which, I spotted some large eyeball-bat things flying in the air that looked like they were monitoring the city. They aren’t spirits, are they?” When he had used White Night just now, Allen had spotted six such creatures.
They didn’t seem friendly at all. We can shoot them down, right?
“Those are the Demon Lord Army’s scouts.”
The elves had already shot down many of these large bats, but they had been replaced in no time. As a result, the Demon Lord Army knew almost everything that was going on inside the city.
“In that case, we’ll get rid of those pesky scouts first. Once we do, please take that as the signal to begin the plan.”
The idea was for everyone to burst into action at the same time. As the bats were supposedly going to be replaced, it would be difficult to keep everything entirely under wraps. Even so, Allen’s group intended on doing everything they could to prevent the Demon Lord Army from gaining any intel.
Just as the No-life Gamers were about to head out, the queen said, “Sophie, I’m counting on you.”
The princess bowed reverently. “I will not let you down, Your Majesty.”
Even though her flesh-and-blood daughter was heading out to take on an army of 300,000, the queen made no move to stop her. Perhaps she had simply accepted this as the destiny of a member of royalty.
Allen deposited a thousand Blessings of Heaven in the room, then left the building with his companions.
“All right, let’s start with the enemy scouts. Horo, Ellie, come out.”
“Hoot!”
“So we’re squishing the enemy’s eyes!”
As the cooldown for White Night was a full day, Allen was now using a fresh Bird D Summon. After confirming the exact locations of the bats in the sky, he then instructed the Spirit B at his side to get rid of them all. The Spirit B inside with the queen immediately reported about the bats’ disposal, surprising everyone in attendance with how swiftly Allen had taken care of the issue. By this time, he had already moved on to the next step of his plan.
“Okay, we’re heading to the north gate. That’s where the largest group of monsters is.”
The range of White Night’s effects had included the area outside the walls too. Allen already had a full grasp of where the Demon Lord Army forces were located as well as their numbers.
Tiamo was a squarish city around five kilometers on each side. It was protected by stalwart walls that towered ten meters high with a gate at each cardinal direction. Currently, the Demon Lord Army had 30,000 troops camped one kilometer away from each of the four gates for a total of 120,000 troops. To prevent the elves from escaping southward, the direction not yet under the Army’s control, another 50,000 were spread out to the left and right of the southern camp. The remaining 130,000 were all clustered together to the north in what was very likely the main camp.
This main camp was Allen’s target, as there were simply more monsters to kill; concentrating there would deal the most damage to the enemy’s command structure. So, he called out the Bird Bs and soared back up into the sky with his party. This night was so dark that they could travel without drawing any attention so long as they maintained an altitude of one kilometer. Without further delay, they headed for the city’s north gate.
Once beyond the wall, the group made a detour around the closer group of 30,000. Upon flying for three more kilometers, the main camp came into view. They found it sprawled over a surprisingly large area. As the Demon Lord Army was composed of monsters Rank B and above, they were all significantly larger than humans. Many of them were even taller than five meters.
There’s supposed to be three million attacking Rohzenheim, right? If there’s 300,000 attacking Tiamo, where’re the rest of them? Hmm, this is something I need to look into.
The No-life Gamers landed about a kilometer east of the main camp.
“Are we gonna charge straight in from here?”
“That’s right, Krena. The monsters in this corner are the easiest to fight against.”
“Okay!”
The type that they were going to engage would not be able to follow them if they were to take to the air, making it easy for them to retreat should the need arise. Just in case, Allen instructed his companions to ride tandem if anyone’s Bird B got done in. The Bird Bs were as big as elephants, meaning they could comfortably carry three people on their backs.
“Doras and Cerbys, come out,” Allen called, Summoning thirty Dragon Bs and ten Beast Bs. “Doras, focus on covering as large an area as possible with your Fire Breath. Cerby, prioritize defeating the odd Rank A when one shows up.”
“You got it, Master! Leave the riffraff to us!”
“Yes, Master! I’ll go for the head!”
The newest type of Summon that had appeared when Allen obtained Summoning Lvl. 7 was Dragon. Dragon B specialized in dealing long-distance AoE damage, but even its Awakened Ability was insufficient for killing the Demon Lord Army’s Rank A monsters in one strike. This was where Beast B came in. Beast B was specialized for dealing close-distance, single-target focus damage, and its Awakened Ability was even more suited for this role.
With Quick Summoning, Allen swiftly buffed everyone with the Fish-type Summons’ Abilities and Awakened Abilities. At the same time, Sophie and Keel did the same with all the spells at their disposal. From up in the sky, Bird D confirmed that the Demon Lord Army had not reacted at all to the faint glows of light caused by all the buffing. It continued keeping a careful eye out for even the slightest of movements.
“Okay, we should be good now. Cecil, you’ll be riding with me and attacking from above.”
“All right.”
“Everyone else, when you see our attack land, that’s your signal to get started too. Dogora, don’t charge too far in and get surrounded.”
“Huh? Like hell I will! Trust me, I got this.”
“Doras, Cerbys—rampage to your hearts’ content.”
“You bet we will!”
“Yes, Master!”
After giving a few more instructions, Allen headed up into the sky with Cecil riding behind him on his Bird B. Up and up they went, until they were a kilometer above the enemy camp.
They haven’t noticed us yet. If they had a proper lookout, they should have. I guess they just never expected to get attacked from above, since the elves have no way of doing so.
Allen confirmed that the Army’s troops were fast asleep down below. During his time serving House Granvelle, Allen had learned through fighting goblins and orcs that, with the exception of a few undead types, the monsters of this world needed food and sleep just like any other living being. This was why the Demon Lord Army was not attacking during the night. Fighting for a full month straight had probably taken a certain toll on them too.
I don’t see any elves they captured. Did they eat them all?
Despite having brought down dozens of elven settlements so far, there were no hostages in sight.
Welp, this is something you guys started. Now you get to atone for it with your lives.
“All right, Cecil, they’re all yours. No rush.”
“Okay. Give me a moment.”
Using one’s greatest attack for the opening move against an unsuspecting enemy was just common sense. Allen’s Stone Es had served this role thus far, but no longer. The girl currently with him had entirely outstripped him in this department.
Cecil closed her eyes to concentrate. Right away, a heat haze sprang up around her body.
Nice, she pulled it off.
As Allen watched, Cecil thrust both hands up into the air. Her eyes abruptly flew open.
“Petit Meteooor!!!”
A giant boulder burning red-hot suddenly came streaking down from the sky. After Krena, Cecil had been the next to succeed in learning how to activate her Extra Skill. The name of her Extra Skill was “Petit Meteor,” a misnomer given the size of it. In the blink of an eye, the “petit” meteoroid enveloped in flames that measured dozens of meters across crashed directly into the Army’s main camp, blasting both monsters and earth sky-high.
The roar of impact, loud enough to be heard all the way back in Tiamo, signaled the start of the night attack.
The monsters directly underneath the meteorite had been pulverized, and there was now a huge crater. Many monsters that had not been crushed were still blown to pieces or burnt to mere ashes before they even knew what had hit them. The scene of pure carnage looked like something straight out of hell. Some of the larger creatures’ screams and roars even reached Allen one kilometer up in the sky.
So this is the power of a perfected Extra Skill. I hope Krena gets to this point someday. It’s probably gonna take a while for my grimoire’s log to catch up, but I think that took out about 10,000 of them.
Although it was indeed Krena who had been the first among Allen’s companions to activate her Extra Skill, Cecil was the first capable of doing so in a perfected state. Since it was an AoE attack and the enemies had been quite clustered together, the damage it caused was nothing short of devastating. Allen’s log was flying by faster than his eyes could keep up with.
“Phew, there we go.” Cecil pursed her lips. “It’s too bad Extra Skills can only be used once per day.”
There was a certain randomness to Extra Skills. Even those sharing the same class were not guaranteed the same Extra Skill; there was often a variety. In Cecil’s case, Petit Meteor required all of her MP, so she could only use it when she had full MP. It was a very wizard-like skill indeed.
The cooldown for the overwhelming majority of Extra Skills was one full day. It was rumored that there was equipment that could shorten cooldown time as well as expendable items that allowed users to immediately use their Extra Skill again, but Allen had yet to corroborate any of those rumors.
After nearly two full years of dungeon delving, Cecil had saved up around five thousand gold. She had used almost all that money to bid on a ring that gave her +1,000 Intelligence and another one that gave +1,000 MP, practically staking her entire fortune on increasing the damage of her Extra Skill.
“Thanks, good job,” Allen said. “And I see Krena and the rest getting started.”
With Cecil’s attack serving as the starting signal, Krena and Dogora, with Keel and Sophie a slight distance behind, had begun charging into the Demon Lord Army on their Bird Bs together with all the Doras and Cerbys. As the Dragon Bs wiped out the Rank B monsters with their breath attacks, Krena and Dogora cooperated with the Beast Bs to clean up the leftovers.
“They’re doing well,” Allen commented. “Looks like it was the right call choosing the part of the camp with all the beast-type monsters.”
“Mm, looks like it,” Cecil agreed.
The Demon Lord Army was composed of a large variety of monsters: undead types, such as zombies and skeletons that could wield weapons; beast types, such as large bears and wolves; giants, such as ogres and trolls; and dragon types, such as basilisks and wyverns. They were grouped according to their types, and the No-life Gamers were currently attacking the beast types, which were all in the west.
The goal of Krena’s group was to kill as many of the Demon Lord Army’s forces as possible. It would be hard to finish off the undead, and the giants had high HP and often possessed regenerative powers, but beast types were relatively easier to kill in spite of their higher Attack. Numbers were very important in a war, so it was a good idea to start with those easiest to kill as a way to quickly bring enemy numbers down. In addition, these monsters could not fly, making it easy for Krena and the others to break off the engagement.
Allen and Cecil, however, had a separate objective.
“Allen, they’ve started.”
“Mm, I see them over there. Here’s a Blessing of Heaven for your MP.”
“Thank you.”
The fires caused by Cecil’s Petit Meteor had alerted the rest of the main camp that they were under attack. Torches and campfires blinked into existence in overwhelming numbers. At the same time, a different kind of light could be seen: that of Healing Magic being cast. Those who could use Healing Magic were using AoE spells to heal their comrades, giving off glows that even Cecil could see with her naked eyes.
They sure are spamming those spells. Now, who’re the casters?
Through Bird D’s Night Vision, Allen spotted a robed skeleton with a staff that looked like a necromancer casting Healing Magic left and right. Not too far away were several other monsters doing the same.
Bird F’s Awakened Ability, Messenger, enabled Allen to convey what he himself was seeing—as well as what he was seeing while Sharing with a Summon—directly to someone else’s mind as information. He used this now to let Cecil know where to attack.
“You take care of that skeleton with the staff. I’ll handle this side.”
“Understood. Keep me updated.”
“Will do.”
After the short exchange, both of them shifted into action.
Eat this and die!
Ten Stone Es appeared in midair and immediately entered free fall, aiming straight for one of the glowing spots below. Apparently the necromancer did not have very high HP, as it died instantly when the Stone Es used Explode.
Allen and Cecil’s goal was to wipe out the enemy’s healers. They were prioritizing, in addition to the healers, enemy commanders and those with special abilities that enabled them to deal significant damage from a long distance. This, too, was common sense in a war. Thanks to Cecil’s Petit Meteor, it was now very easy to identify whom they needed to target first.
“I think I’m starting to get the hang of this,” Allen murmured.
“Me too!” Cecil replied confidently, using Earth Magic to create massive boulders and letting them fall without mercy.
I should try to conserve my Rank E magic stones as much as possible. That said, not to toot my own horn here, but I really am getting better at this. It feels great knowing that I’m improving.
Now that he was getting used to the task, Allen lowered the number of Stone Es he sent to each necromancer to around one or two so he could target more of them at the same time.
Ah, the Doras are down by three. Gotta keep sending replacements.
The more Summons that disappeared, the greater the burden on Krena and Dogora, who were fighting at close quarters. As such, Allen was trying to keep abreast of the situation and sending Strengthened reinforcements as needed.
As Allen continued backing up the front lines and attacking the enemy’s healers, the Demon Lord Army finally launched its counterattack.
“Something’s flying our way!” Cecil shouted in warning as dozens of winged stone statues closed in.
“Ah, gargoyles,” Allen replied as he ordered the two Bird Bs to climb higher. “Griffs, go up.”
“KIEEEE!”
Hah, they’re so slow. They’re nowhere close to catching up to Griff. Take this!
The incoming assailants were promptly blasted out of the sky with Stone Es.
“Okay, if there are any more monsters that make it all the way up here, I’ll take care of them immediately. As long as we remain higher than them, we’ll have the overwhelming advantage.”
“I know, right?”
As always, Allen looked like he was having a ton of fun killing monsters. After this, undead types and other fliers came after him and Cecil, but the pair shot them down as soon as they appeared, all while continuing to rain death on the targets on the ground.
“Oh?”
“What happened?”
“The 30,000 outside the north gate are coming this way.”
Aww, so soon. We were just about done wiping out all the healers and were about to pick up the pace killing the rest.
The main camp had already lost troops in the tens of thousands, making it impossible for the nearby force to continue standing idly by. The 30,000 that had been camped in front of the north gate were now heading for where Krena’s group was fighting, aiming to catch them in a pincer maneuver.
Allen used Messenger to convey what he had seen through Night Vision to his companions, then instructed them to regroup with him while the Dragon Bs and Beast Bs helped buy some time. In the blink of an eye, the No-life Gamers were reunited once again.
“Allen, I killed sooo many of them!” Krena cried, covered from head to toe in red monster blood.
“I saw.” Allen nodded appreciatively. “Good job!”
“We got a lot too,” Cecil said with a grin.
“I saw it! Your Extra Skill is awesome, Cecil!” Krena gushed about what an awe-inspiring sight it had been from the ground.
“I know, right?” Cecil replied. Still grinning from Krena’s compliment, she turned to Allen. “We’ve dealt the Demon Lord Army a pretty big blow, right?”
Allen nodded. “Yes we did. But looks like it’s not enough.”
“Not enough?” Keel asked back. “As in, we haven’t killed enough yet?”
Allen shared what his Spirit B was conveying about the situation within Tiamo. It had been two hours since they had launched their night attack and the elves were mobilizing every last person, but they were still far from healing all their forces.
“At their current pace, it’s going to take them until daybreak.”
Just as it had been in Nest, half a day was nowhere near enough. Even after everyone was healed, yet more time was still needed to form their ranks back up.
I gotta get a feel for how long these things take.
Cecil looked at him quizzically. “What should we do, then?”
Feeling his companions’ querying gazes, Allen stopped deliberating and made a judgment call. “Let’s attack the 50,000 in the south too. You guys can keep going, right?” he asked with the nonchalance of asking online friends if they could still stick around for another raid.
Dogora, also drenched with monster blood, was the first to answer. “Sure, I’m down. No problem.”
Everyone else nodded to indicate their agreement, then the whole group got back onto their Bird Bs and flew south.
In this way, the No-life Gamers continued racking up their kill count, all while vigilantly monitoring the Demon Lord Army’s movements.
Chapter 4: Rohzen, the Sovereign of Spirits
The No-life Gamers continued their assault through the entire night, killing a total of 40,000 monsters north and south of Tiamo. Thanks to taking out the enemy scouts first, they arrived in the south to find the monsters more or less oblivious about what had happened in the north, allowing them to use the element of surprise a second time. As a result of their efforts, the command structure of the Demon Lord Army was thrown into complete disarray and was in no state to attack Tiamo. Consequently, Tiamo earned a day of breathing space.
This did not mean Allen now got to sit around doing nothing, though. All throughout the fighting, Allen had been listening in on the military meetings happening in both Nest and Tiamo via the Spirit Bs he had left behind in each location. This was how he learned two pieces of critical information.
First, the Demon Lord Army had established their main base of operations in Fortenia, which they had already taken over. Although they had pushed the front this far south, burning and destroying the fortress and settlements along the way, the bulk of their forces was still stationed in the elven capital and was being dispatched in a steady stream of smaller units.
Second, Tiamo was not the only city currently fighting. At the moment, the battlefront involved three other cities along the same latitude as Tiamo.
It’s a stroke of luck that there are four cities all at the same latitude that are fighting simultaneously. This is how the elves had been able to continue keeping the queen’s location a secret—turns out it had been intentional.
After conquering Fortenia, the Demon Lord Army realized that the queen was nowhere to be found. This naturally meant she had evacuated south, so the Army continued pushing on in hot pursuit. If they had directed the full brunt of their forces against Tiamo or one of the other cities on the same latitude, it would have surely fallen. However, the elven generals did all they could to obfuscate which city the queen was in, and it worked: the Army, desperate as it was to kill her, decided to split into four in order to launch attacks on all the cities at once. Thanks to this, all four were still standing, and Tiamo had held out just long enough until Allen’s arrival.
As the queen’s location was highly confidential, not even the soldiers in Tiamo knew she was here. The only people privy to that information were the select few guarding the building where she was staying. The other soldiers were only told that their efforts were directly tied to the safety of their queen. They believed this, applying themselves to their duties with burning motivation.
Ever since they arrived in Rohzenheim, the No-life Gamers had constantly been on the move. There had been no time for them to learn the details of what was happening in the war. Now that Allen had all the information he needed, however, he and his companions were able to take their next course of action.
The Gamers traveled to the three other cities, bringing three generals of Tiamo along on their Bird Bs. One general was left behind in each city—along with a certain number of “elven elixirs”—so they could inform the local generals of the situation in Tiamo and help adapt the local troops’ fighting strategies around the recovery items.
Every city was filled with a huge number of injured soldiers and refugees—Tiamo alone had nearly 700,000 refugees. If their city were to fall, every last one of them would be mercilessly slaughtered and eaten by the Army’s monsters. Every single elf therefore fought as though their lives depended on it; even the noncombatants were more than eager to lend a hand where needed. When Allen dropped by each city, he buffed the residents with his Fish-type Summons, which he then left behind so they could renew the buffs again every day.
Allen had done everything he could. Each city would be seeing more than 100,000 troops returning to the fight, meaning they were no longer at risk of falling within the next few days. Naturally, he expected these changes to prompt adjustments in the Demon Lord Army’s strategies, but that would not be for a while. It would be hard for a force that had seen such overwhelming success for so long to suddenly pivot away from strategies that had seemed to work so well so far.
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The following evening, Allen and his companions had finally returned to Tiamo and were walking down a corridor inside the largest building in Tiamo. This place within the heart of the city was where the queen was staying. Although it was a far cry from a palace that had housed generations of royalty, the interior design here truly brought to life the simplistic beauty of the wood grain.
“We’re finally back, Lord Allen!” Sophie’s bright voice greatly contrasted with the clouded look that had been on her face before the night attack.
“Yeah, finally. I have so much sleep to catch up on.” In fact, I wanna dive into bed right this second. I don’t even care about eating—I’ll worry about that after I wake up.
After fighting throughout the night, all the Gamers looked exhausted.
“I understand how you feel. But before that, we really should report back to Her Majesty.”
“I...suppose. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do that.”
Allen expected Sophie to then say that she would arrange the audience, but in a welcome surprise, she started walking straight toward the room used as an audience hall, bringing the rest of them along.
She gets to go right through because she’s the queen’s daughter? Welp, works for me. Saves us the wait.
Sure enough, when the No-life Gamers arrived at the room in question, the large door was opened for them right away. This reminded Allen of how, in the games he played during his previous life, he had also been able to approach the kings and queens without ever having to make an appointment.
Another thing that Allen had learned through Spirit B was that, among those he believed were elven generals, there was one who was of an even higher position: the man he had met in Nest named Lukdraal had the rank of “field marshal.” And above Lukdraal was the grand marshal, who commanded all the military forces of Rohzenheim.
Today, the queen was sitting upon her throne. Sophie approached, the rest of the Gamers following behind. The same flying squirrel from before was perched on the queen’s shoulder, and once again it met Allen’s eyes.
Why’s it looking at me again?
A beat later, the creature made a big yawn, then clambered down to the queen’s lap, where it curled up and promptly fell asleep. Apparently the little guy was sleepy too.
Allen had fallen silent, his attention fixated on the flying squirrel, so it was the queen who spoke first. “So, how fare the other three cities?”
Allen started. “Oh, right. All of them are still standing. I left them five hundred elven elixirs each. That should be enough to help them all make a comeback.”
Though doing so completely depleted my stock of Blessings of Heaven. To make more, I ended up using 2,500 Rank B magic stones. I mean, I’ll probably need a lot more. Should I ask for a few planting pots so I can make more at the same time?
“WHOOOAAA! IT’S A MIRACLE!” the elven generals cheered loudly.
Since Allen was so groggy, his reply lacked his usual verve and vigor. Seeing this, Sophie took over reporting for him. She spoke of how he had buffed all the soldiers and provided enough recovery items that more than 100,000 soldiers had rejoined each city’s forces. When the generals heard this, they burst into excited discussion.
“In other words, over 300,000 troops have returned to active service!”
“However, the Demon Lord Army started sending large birdlike creatures into the sky this morning. A night attack like last night’s won’t work again.”
Apparently the enemy had bolstered its airborne forces, but Allen had no intention of attacking in person again that night.
I should probably dispatch Dora to go take care of those flying monsters, though. It’s important to crush the seeds of problems as early as possible.
“Lord Allen... Thank you for everything you have done so far,” the queen said from her throne, lowering her head.
“You honor me,” Allen replied.
“Thanks to your actions, the lives of many powerless elves have been saved. Please allow us to reward you in some way, Lord Allen.”
We’ve only killed 40,000 so far—there’s still 2,960,000 left to go. Ah, calculating in the number that the elves have killed as well, maybe it’s actually somewhere between 2,700,000 to 2,800,000.
According to the generals, the elves had only been able to fight defensively this whole time and therefore had not made too much of a dent in the Demon Lord Army’s forces. They had pulled in some numbers in the first day or so, but after the fall of the northernmost fortress, they had been on the back foot ever since. However, despite being so badly outnumbered and their lack of offensive capability, they had still been able to kill around 200,000 to 300,000 of the Army’s powerful monsters, which was pretty good, considering. The combined size of the elven forces, including those in Nest, Tiamo, and the other three cities that had been saved, was now around 600,000.
“The battle is far from over, so... Ah.” Since she’s offering, there is something I can ask.
“What is it? Do you wish to take my daughter’s hand?”
“My! Your Majesty!” Sophie blushed furiously.
“Hm? No, I don’t need that.”
There was an awkward silence.
Huh? Did a route get triggered just then? Allen’s head was so fogged up due to drowsiness that he failed to fully register what the queen had said.
“There are actually two things I want to ask.”
“O-Of course. Do tell.”
The other Gamers looked at Allen with curiosity, wondering what he would say. The elven generals also pricked up their ears.
“First thing: magic stones. Please let us collect all of them.”
“Certainly. Grand Marshal Siguul, how many magic stones do we have in Tiamo at the moment?”
“It pains me to say so, but we used up almost all of them running the magic ships.”
In this world, magic stones were used to power all technology. Naturally, a besieged city’s supply would be cut off and its stock would gradually decline. The residents of Tiamo were already struggling to make do with what little they had remaining.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t clear enough. I was talking about the magic stones from the monsters we killed.”
“Ah, in that case, feel absolutely free. What is the second thing?”
“Please let me meet the Sovereign of Spirits.”
“I’m sorry? You want to speak with Lord Rohzen?”
The rest of the elves burst into a commotion. Allen wondered if this was because they were leery of letting an outsider stand before the very being they worshipped, what with everything he had heard of elves being a race that shunned outsiders.
“Is it...too much to ask?”
“Well...I can help you check.”
“Thank you very much.”
Suddenly, the flying squirrel that had been sleeping all this time opened its eyes and looked straight at Allen.
“I am Rohzen. Summoner of the Beginning, what business do you have with me?”
“THE FLYING SQUIRREL IS TALKING!!!” Allen’s shout reverberated throughout the room. He was so surprised that his fatigue was dispelled in the blink of an eye.
As it turned out, the flying squirrel was the Sovereign of Spirits—the spirit said to have climbed the ranks all the way to becoming a Minor Deity.
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“Well, what do you want with me?” pressed the flying squirrel, which still lay sprawled out in a relaxed position, as if its—no, as if his talking was the most natural thing in the world.
So the sleep talking Sovereign of Spirits turned out to be this tiny creature all along.
The elven generals were all standing to attention, keeping their backs stiff as rods and trying to breathe as softly as possible. Clearly, this was a very rare occurrence.
Allen stood up straight. “Before anything else, I want to give you my thanks. Thank you for making an MP Recovery Ring for me.”
The Hero did set a condition when passing it to me, but I don’t really have to get into it.
According to Helmios, Rohzen had prophesied Allen’s advent and made this ring specially for him. And because Helmios had saved an elven squad that had been about to be wiped out, he had received one too. That made it a total of two MP Recovery Rings that Rohzen had made.
“Oh right, I did do that, didn’t I. You’re welcome. The Hero pressed me for it. Ha ha.”
Right, I heard that he had come to pick it up just before he arrived in Ratash.
In order to convince Allen to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament at his Academy and display the power that Rohzen had prophesied, the Hero had come all the way to Rohzenheim to retrieve the MP Recovery Ring.
“Lord Rohzen, there is something else that I want to ask of you.”
“And that is?”
Allen’s companions stared at him in a daze, astonished at how he had already accepted both the presence and appearance of the Sovereign of Spirits and begun conversing normally with him. The same went for the queen and the elven generals. They listened to the exchange with their fair share of surprise, curious to see where it would go.
“Currently, we are fighting with the elves against the Demon Lord Army. When we successfully save Rohzenheim, may I have one wish granted?” Allen bowed in entreaty.
“Meaning you want this as a reward for saving the country.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“I see.” The flying squirrel rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Incidentally, what is that wish?”
“I want all my companions to be put in Hell Mode.”
This was the first time Allen had ever uttered the phrase “Hell Mode” since being born into this world. The unfamiliar term prompted Cecil to repeat it out loud in a puzzled tone. The rest of the Gamers also looked mystified.
The Sovereign of Spirits looked up into the air with his hand still stroking his chin. “Huh? ‘Hell Mode’? Wait, it’s... Huh?” He seemed to recognize the term but seemed to be having trouble remembering what it meant.
Allen nodded. “Yes, My Lord. Hell Mode. The principle that makes the Trials of the Gods a hundred times more difficult.”
“Ahhh, so that’s what you meant. The varying levels of difficulty for the Trials.”
“Yes, My Lord. All my party members are in Normal Mode, and they’ve already capped out their levels. I pray you will be able to put them all in Hell Mode so they can continue their development.”
“I see. I understand what you’re asking. Hold on, I’ll check.”
The flying squirrel then froze in place.
Hey, he turned into a stuffed animal.
Suddenly, Cecil’s arm snaked around Allen’s neck from behind. She brought her face closer and whispered furiously into his ear, “What was all that about something-mode you were discussing with the Lord Sovereign just now?! Are you sure you can just ask him for stuff like that?!”
“Probably? I mean, I imagine the elves would’ve stopped me otherwise.”
During their exchange, the body of the Sovereign of Spirits relaxed again.
“I just asked Lord Elmea, but I’m sorry, he said it’s straight-up impossible to change someone’s Mode.”
“So even Extra Mode is off the table?”
“I’d say so. At least, I wouldn’t be able to make it happen. Ha ha.”
Is that because as a Minor Deity, he doesn’t have much authority in the Heavenly Realm?
“That is disappointing to hear. In that case, may I change my wish to something else?”
“If you’ll be saving my precious elves, then I’ll do my best within my means. Ha ha.”
“Then please allow my party members to promote their classes. For example, changing a Swordsman to a Sword Lord.”
That instant, the Sovereign of Spirit’s laid-back atmosphere turned razor-sharp. He looked straight into Allen’s eyes, but the boy returned the gaze, not looking ruffled in the least.
A short while later, the flying squirrel broke eye contact and sighed. “I see, so you’re someone who already knows the principles of the world. Little wonder that you’re on Lord Elmea’s mind.”
“Huh? He’s spoken of me?” I wonder what they say about me up there in the Heavenly Realm.
“Yep, quite a while ago. Supposedly, you were thinking about becoming a Demon Lord, so Lord Elmea hurriedly created ‘Summoner’ for you to choose instead. He had meant to give it only six stars but accidentally gave it eight instead. So he tried to dissuade you from choosing it by telling you that it was a class that was still in testing. However, you refused to change it any further, leaving him at a bit of a loss. Ha ha.”
I see, it was because of a god’s careless mistake that Summoner ended up an eight-star class. It’s been ages since, but I do faintly remember a pop-up message asking something along the lines of, “Are you sure you want to choose Summoner?”
Allen had just learned the story of how his class came to be in the most unexpected of situations, but all of that did not matter right now. He directed the conversation back to the topic at hand.
“So then, how about it? Or is it that you can only do it for the elves and not the humans?”
An inordinately high percentage of the elves were healers, almost as if someone was intentionally making it this way. Allen suspected that someone was Rohzen, thinking that he likely had both the means as a Minor Deity with access to the Heavenly Realm, and the motive as the one worshipped by all the elves, since he would understandably want to give them a hand up. This was why Allen had tried using a loaded question.
To be honest, he had not expected his request to change Modes to be granted. However, based on everything that he knew, he thought that changing classes ought to be possible.
“‘Not the humans,’ huh? You’ve got quite the mouth on you, I see. So this is why Lord Elmea’s having trouble handling you. Ha ha.” The flying squirrel scratched his head, looking troubled.
So he was messing with the numbers. Well, Rohzenheim’s population isn’t all that high, since the elves don’t have children easily. If they were to lose their longevity and healing prowess, the race might just die out altogether.
“Is it possible to do, then?”
“Well...giving a Talentless person a Talent is completely different from changing a Talented person’s Talent to something else. Doing so would require payment of some sort.”
“And the feat of saving Rohzenheim is insufficient as payment?”
“I’m afraid my powers alone would not be enough. While changing Talents would serve as the reward for saving Rohzenheim, I would still need payment to make it happen regardless. For example, someone’s life span.”
Life span? Ahhh, I see what he means. I like those terms.
Everyone was dumbstruck by this talk of exchanging one’s life span for a different Talent—they interpreted it as a deal so weighty that they would have to give up years of their own life for it. Allen was the only one among them who correctly understood the meaning behind Rohzen’s words.
“Would it be enough to give up all the experience we accrued along the way to reaching the limits of our progression?”
When you say “life span,” it doesn’t have to be our future years, right? The time and effort that we’ve already spent would do just as well, wouldn’t it?
“What? You sure you want to do that? Losing all your experience means you’ll go back to being Lvl. 1, though.”
“Not a problem. Would skills unrelated to our classes, such as, say, Sword Mastery, be left untouched?”
After freezing for another short while, the Sovereign of Spirits replied, “All right, that would do. However, when I do it, I can only raise your companions’ classes by one star. And four-stars is the highest I can go. Five-star classes are beyond me.”
“Thank you very much, My Lord.”
“I won’t be doing this for any members of your party who aren’t here at the moment or who’ll be joining your party later, okay?”
Dammit, I was thinking of having him promote Meruru later too.
Allen straightened his face and replied, “I wouldn’t dare ask, My Lord.”
To make sure that Allen did not get any funny ideas, Rohzen warned, “Just saying, I can read your mind. Ha ha.”
“My apologies. Now, about my—”
All this talk about getting a class promotion would not benefit Allen directly. Therefore, he was about to negotiate for his own reward when Rohzen cut him off.
“I said, I can read your mind. Summoner of the Beginning, you have a younger sister, yes? I believe her name is Myulla. She’s Talentless, so how about I give her a Talent? You get to choose whichever you want. I’ll...hear you out...another time...”
The Sovereign of Spirits was starting to nod off. He was apparently reading Allen’s mind in order to wrap up the conversation as quickly as possible.
“Thank you, My Lord. I shall give it my all to save Rohzenheim.”
“Mm...make sure that you do...”
After one final mumble, the Sovereign of Spirits fell asleep once more in the queen’s lap.
Watching him is making me sleepy again.
Through this negotiation, Allen had secured a way for his companions to become even stronger. And for himself, he had garnered a promise that the Sovereign would give his younger sister a Talent. When he relaxed his shoulders, a powerful wave of weariness washed over him.
Many of the No-life Gamers only had one-star classes: Dogora, Keel, Sophie, and Volmaar. Allen worried that they would have difficulty keeping up in the fights ahead. As such, he had always been searching for a way to either change their Modes or their Talents. Thanks to the involvement of the Sovereign of Spirits, this war against the Demon Lord Army in Rohzenheim now effectively served double duty as a class-promotion quest. The battles that awaited them beyond this war were sure to be even more challenging, but now they had a new hope to cling to.
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Night broke, and the next day arrived. According to the elven scouts, although the Demon Lord Army did not attack the day before, it had indeed finished restoring its command structure. Several hours later, they were once again marching on Tiamo.
That morning, Allen was summoned to one of the rooms inside the building sheltering the queen. When he arrived, he found his companions sitting at a large round table with Cecil at the head.
“Good morning, Allen,” she said before gesturing toward the only empty seat—the one directly across from her own. “Sit there.”
“Uh...good morning, Lady Cecil. As you command.”
“What’s that? You want me to choke you first?”
“Er...I’m sorry.”
After starting off by declaring this gathering a “witness summoning” and strictly warning Allen not to weasel his way out, Cecil then proceeded to demand that he explain the meaning of his discussion with Rohzen the previous day and the thought process that had led him to posing such a request to the Sovereign of Spirits.
After yesterday’s audience, Allen had immediately gone to bed. Then, in preparation for today’s fight, he had woken up before the sun had even risen and had been making Blessings of Heaven ever since. Talking things out with his companions was important, but so was restocking recovery items. With everyone’s permission, he placed a planter on top of the table to resume his task before continuing the conversation.
“Well, out with it. What were you talking about with Lord Rohzen yesterday?”
Many words that Cecil had never heard before—not once throughout all their years together at the Granvelle mansion, at the Academy, and in the base—had been bandied about the day before, such as “Hell Mode” and “class promotion.” Their talk even touched on the God of Creation, Elmea, at times. All Cecil had understood was that it was all somehow related to Allen’s previously unheard-of Talent of Summoner and the wealth of knowledge regarding dungeon delving that he seemed to possess before ever setting foot inside of one.
Krena looked at Allen quizzically. Sophie directed her eyes, sparkling with expectation, his way as well. She, as did all elves, held Rohzen in a special place in her heart. After seeing Allen, the promised savior, converse with Rohzen as his equal, her evaluation of the boy had shot through the roof. Volmaar, in turn, was watching Sophie with concern.
Meanwhile, Dogora and Keel adopted the attitude of spectators. Considering everything else they had experienced while with Allen, they did not believe there was much that would surprise them anymore. As such, they chose to simply watch as Cecil confronted Allen.
Why was I keeping the fact that I’m reincarnated a secret again? Oh right, because I was worried that people would think I was possessed by a demon or something.
Allen had been born into this world as a serf, the lowest rung on the social ladder. If he, someone considered inferior to commoners, started talking about how he had memories of a past life, he might be hounded or, worst case, be subjected to an unfair trial and put away somewhere. These fears were why he had not even told his parents.
What about now, though? Is there any disadvantage to revealing the truth here?
The boy looked at each of his companions in turn and knew without a doubt that they would accept him and his truth.
I...see. I no longer have any reason to keep quiet.
“My conversation with Lord Rohzen...might have been hard to understand without some prerequisite knowledge. I—Allen—was brought to this world by Elmea, the God of Creation. Put simply, I came here from a different world. My memories and knowledge from that other world are still in my head right now, and I’ve been using them to understand the underlying principles behind how this world works.”
“Huh? What are you sa— But... Hmm...”
Cecil was about to deny what he was saying, but then recalled everything he had done so far. He had hurtled through dungeons that no one had cleared before with unbelievable speed and had gotten through so many crises with ideas and strategies that no normal person would come up with. She thought all the way back to when she had been kidnapped from the Granvelle mansion by the hired guns from House Carnel. Allen’s explanation seemed to answer so many questions that had always plagued her.
Sophie clapped her hands together. “Oh my! In other words, Lord Elmea determined that you were worthy of being a savior and selected you?!”
“Nah, Elmea didn’t actually say anything to me aside from, ‘Enjoy your life in this world.’ He’s never made contact to ask me to do anything.”
“Which is only natural. The gods merely oversee and do not intervene. Lord Rohzen usually never says anything.”
The way Sophie interpreted Allen’s circumstances was that, as Elmea could not directly intervene in the mortal world, he had selected Allen—in whom he saw the makings of a savior—to act on his behalf.
Oh, so the deities are generally not allowed to take direct action in this world. If I had to guess, Rohzen gets a bit of leeway in this regard because he’s still only a Minor Deity. That’s how he’s able to do things for us, but even he cannot personally save the elves from the Demon Lord Army invasion.
“So that’s why Allen always seems to be having so much fun!” Krena recalled that he had been this way since forever, from back when they were serfs all the way to when they went dungeon delving together. Dogora also nodded with comprehension.
“By the way, how old were you in that other world?” Cecil asked out of curiosity. Now that she understood how Allen came to this world, she suddenly remembered the various instances when he seemed to act or speak older than his age.
“Thirty-five.”
“What? So old?”
Uh, rude? Thirty-five is still plenty young, thank you very much.
In this world, thirty-five was considered rather advanced in years. Cecil’s reaction was actually quite natural.
“My! So that means you’re the same age as me, Lord Allen!”
“I...guess that’s what the math works out to.” The average age of our class was thirteen, but she was forty-eight when she transferred in. Adding the thirty-five years from my past life to my thirteen in this life would make me forty-eight years old. I guess we really are the same age.
Sophie had been so eager to meet the person prophesied by Rohzen that she had somehow managed to get herself enrolled despite her age. The process had most likely involved using some special privilege tied to being one of the superpowers at the Five Continent Alliance table. From Allen’s perspective, the concept of backdoor admission was even more of a mystery than his own reincarnation.
Suddenly, something came to Allen’s mind. “Oh, there’s one thing I must say.”
“There’s something else?” Cecil pursed her lips. “Go on, tell us everything.”
“No matter the world, I’ve never failed at defeating the Demon Lord. Every single one I’ve encountered, I’ve killed. Killing Demon Lords was common sense in my world.”
Among gamers, that is. But I probably don’t need to make the distinction.
“What? You’ve killed multiple Demon Lords before?!”
“That’s right, Krena. All Demon Lords are targets for extermination.”
“Whoaaaa! Targets for extermination!” Krena threw both her hands up in excitement as everyone else looked on speechlessly.
The way he told it, Allen had come from a world where squashing any being as much of a threat as the Demon Lord was simply a matter of course. His companions could not even begin to imagine what his world was like.
“But yep, now all of you get to change classes.”
Cecil cracked a rare smirk. “Which means I get to become an Archwizardess. Guh heh heh...”
Damn, did Cecil just say “Guh heh heh”? I guess that’s just how big being an Archwizard or Archwizardess is for those who use magic like her. Hmm, what classes does everyone else get?
Current Party Members’ Classes
One-star: Ax User (Dogora), Cleric (Keel), Spirit Mage (Sophie), Archer (Volmaar)
Two-star: Wizardess (Cecil)
Three-star: Sword Lord (Krena)
Allen grinned. “Well, Archwizardess is still only three-star. I wonder what your four-star class would be.”
“Huh? What’re you saying? Did you not hear everything because you were too sleepy? The Sovereign of Spirits did say four-star classes is the highest he can go, but he also said that he can only raise our classes by one star.”
Cecil and the others understood the system of rating a class by stars. Her point was that if she, a two-star, could only be promoted by one star, then the highest she could go would be Archwizardess.
“But see, he never said he can only do it once.”
“Wait, are you...”
“Naturally, after all of you reach Lvl. 60 again, we’ll go ask for another promotion. It took a while the first time because we had to first go through Rank C dungeons. The second time around, it’ll probably take us less than a year. And we won’t even have to attend classes at the same time.”
“That’s... Isn’t that asking for too much?”
“No, Cecil.” Allen smirked with his wicked face. “We had an agreement, and all we’re doing is asking him to make good on his word. We are going to have him raise all of you to a four-star class, just as he promised.”
During the discussion with the Sovereign of Spirits, Allen had purposely not touched on the number of times his party would be able to seek the promotion.
Thanks to Rohzen getting sleepy near the end, the conversation ended before we got to that question. When he said that he could read my mind, it seriously gave me a fright.
Surprisingly, Sophie was the first one to get onboard with Allen’s scheme. “That makes sense. So it means I’m going to become Rohzenheim’s second Spirit User? Guh heh heh...”
Even Sophie just went “Guh heh heh.” Oh right, there was mention of Rohzenheim’s one and only Spirit User being in Tiamo at the moment.
“Well, that’s all I have to share.” Allen stood up. “It’s time to prepare for battle. We’re definitely gonna win this war and get all of you promoted!”
Krena nodded emphatically. “Mm-hm! Let’s do our best!”
The rest of the No-life Gamers all exchanged looks, hope glinting in their eyes. They now had a new common goal: the class promotion!
Chapter 5: Defense of Tiamo
When their discussion was over, the group had a late breakfast. During their meal, Allen added that what he had just shared was for their ears only. He did not think there would be any benefit if the world at large knew of his background.
Once his position became clear, he would be constantly dogged with propositions. He might be able to turn them all down if he had sufficient power or status, but since he did not, he would eventually be forced to affiliate himself with one group or another, be it the Ratashian royal family or otherwise. No matter how things ended up, however, one thing was certain: he would never again have the same amount of freedom he currently enjoyed.
When they heard his reasoning, the rest of Allen’s companions thought this very characteristic of him and conveyed their understanding.
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Even while reforming their lines, the Demon Lord Army began inching toward Tiamo. Their foremost lines were now around a kilometer away from the city walls.
The forces located at each cardinal direction numbered 30,000 each once more. The main camp in the north was now around 100,000 strong, whereas the reinforcements to the south numbered 40,000. More than 200,000 monsters at least Rank B in strength roared at the top of their lungs in unison, shaking the city to its core. The sound convinced many of the elves who had failed to escape to Nest in time that the world was ending.
Some elves were in Tiamo with their families, ready to die together. Some had already lost their important ones along the way here. The refugee shelters set up all across the city were filled to bursting. Ever since the northernmost fortress had fallen, noncombatant citizens from the capital and the northern settlements had been fleeing south, their rear protected by troops desperately holding back the tide of monsters. Those refugees were now packed inside Tiamo with little more than elbow room. This was the very city that had been encircled by the Demon Lord Army for several days straight.
The monsters could overrun the walls at any given moment, and the elves knew full well that it would be impossible to escape from this city with the magic ships. They now prayed to the Sovereign of Spirits and their queen with every fiber of their beings.
The soldiers along the tops of the ten-meter walls glared at the approaching ranks of monsters. They did not know that their queen was within this city, but they had been told that she was in one of several cities still fighting. Regardless of whether she was in this city or another one, their efforts contributed to keeping the Demon Lord Army in the dark and buying time. That was more than enough for them as a reason.
Over the past month, they had been frantically fighting while constantly getting pushed back, accumulating wounds and injuries as they retreated from the settlements in succession. It would be a lie to say that they were not afraid—when the fighting began, some of the monsters could scale the ten-meter wall like it was nothing. However, they refused to give in to their terror. Why? Because they had witnessed a miracle just the day before.
Their brothers-in-arms whom they had believed on the verge of death now stood shoulder to shoulder with them, fit as a fiddle. At this moment, there were no injured soldiers at all in this entire city. A total of 200,000 elves now stood at the ready—some along the walls, some on the ground, all clutching their bows or other weapons and bracing themselves for the coming battle.
Those with the Archer Talent—naturally, Lvl. 60 and in Normal Mode—made up the bulk of the elven force. Being fully trained, they could all shoot arrows as far as one kilometer. They now waited in silence for a signal from their commanders. Those who could use Spirit Magic also stood at the ready with their healing spells and buffs.
As the monsters slowly marched forward, one starving troll suddenly broke formation and started running. Worried that they would miss out on food that day if they were to fall behind, the other monsters also began charging forward, pushing each other aside. Before long, the same thing had started happening in all four directions. The elves had seen this same thing happen every day now.
Atop the walls, one of the generals shouted, “Never forget! The Sovereign of Spirits is with us!”
An earth-shattering roar went up in response.
“This time, we’ll make sure we finally protect Her Majesty!”
Another roar rattled the walls.
Many times now, the troops had been forced to abandon cities and fortresses and left them to be overrun. This time, however, the troops were determined to make their stand. The day’s battle kicked off with the elven soldiers’ morale the highest it had ever been.
Bows twanged in unison, releasing countless arrows flying toward the Demon Lord Army. Still, the monsters pressed on, even with many arrows sprouting from their bodies, especially those with high HP and self-regenerative powers such as ogres and trolls. Before long, the tide of bodies crashed against the walls, sending tremors deep into the city. The archers took desperate aim at the monsters’ heads and eyes, turning them into pincushions.
Strangely, their officers had ordered them to fight with everything they had with no concern for rationing their MP. They obediently spammed their skills, shooting up the monsters starting from the front lines.
“At this rate, we’re gonna run out of MP in an hour,” one of the soldiers muttered with unease.
However, the officers repeated: “Don’t hold anything back! Use all your MP! Focus solely on killing the enemy! The Sovereign of Spirits is with us!”
Before long, the soldiers noticed that something was off.
For some reason, they were evading attacks that they were sure should have landed.
For some reason, they were landing more Critical Hits than normal.
For some reason, they were surviving hits that they had thought would have killed them.
It did not take time for all these observations to lead the soldiers to a certain conviction: they were now living through a miracle. What else could this be but the blessing of the Sovereign of Spirits?
It was only natural for the elves to believe a miracle was taking place. Before the start of the battle, Allen had used the Abilities of all his Fish-type Summons on every last one of the 200,000 elven troops.
Fish D’s Ability, Spray, buffed evasion of physical and magical attacks by 10%. Fish C’s Ability, Shark Oil, increased the rate of landing Critical Hits by 10%. Fish B’s Ability, Turtle Shield, reduced all incoming damage—including physical, magical, and even breath—by 20%. All these buffs lasted for twenty-four hours.
A difference of ten or twenty percent might be negligible in small numbers, but it all added up in a prolonged battle at this scale. The elven force was now even more tenacious, hitting back harder than before.
Exasperated at the lack of progress, a dragon that towered even taller than the city walls shoved its way through the other monsters to reach the front. It raised its mouth toward the sky, building up a blinding light within.
An officer shouted, “BREATH ATTACK INCOMIIIIIING!” prompting the elves to drop and cover.
The next instant, the dragon unleashed a stream of incandescent fire that swallowed up everyone on the wall within dozens of meters, leaving them on the verge of death.
The nearest general, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, immediately raised a red peach high above his head, crying out, “The Sovereign blesses us with his miracles!”
Immediately, the peach disappeared into bubbles of light. Elves with hideously burned skin who were on death’s door got back on their feet, astonished to find themselves with even their depleted MP fully refilled. When they realized that they had returned to peak condition, they exchanged looks with each other. Then they looked around and noticed that even those who had not fallen victim to the dragon breath no longer bore any of the wounds they had suffered from the fighting so far either. It was as if everyone’s time had been reversed, and there was no telling just how far the phenomenon had reached. It truly was a miracle.
Before the start of the fight, Allen had given the twenty generals of this city twenty Blessings of Heaven each, explaining their effects. Each general commanded 10,000 troops, and it was up to their discretion when and how to use these recovery items, possibly even passing them on to their subordinates.
Structure of the Elven Army
The grand marshal is the chief commander of the army, and there is only one person in this position. Grand Marshal Siguul commands the field marshals and generals.
There are two field marshals, one of whom is Field Marshal Lukdraal. They command the generals.
A general has command of 10,000 troops. They give their orders to colonels and, as they have a certain amount of authority to make their own judgment calls, will work in cooperation with each other. Each general is supported by several lieutenant generals.
A colonel has command of 1,000 troops. This is called a battalion, and each battalion is composed of five companies. Each colonel is supported by several lieutenant colonels.
A major has command of 200 troops. This is called a company, and each company had a specialization, e.g., a certain weapon or class. Each major is supported by several captains.
“Stop zoning out! Kill the dragon!”
The soldiers came back to themselves at the barks from their officers and unloaded all their arrows at the dragon. Two-star Bow Masters would normally struggle to take down a dragon, but thanks to Shark Oil, even the one-star Archers were landing Critical Hits one after another, gouging out chunks of the massive monster’s HP. Soon enough, the beast fell over backward, arrows sprouting from every inch of its body, and crushed many more monsters underneath it.
The battle continued until half the monsters in all four directions had died. Just as the elves thought they just might make it through, a column of dust went up in the south.
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The Demon Lord Army had realized that, to its surprise, the battle was not going in its favor. Consequently, the 40,000 that had been standing at the ready to the south decided to move out to bolster the southern front.
The monsters were attacking the city from all four directions at once. It did not matter which side they breached—they only needed to create one point of entry large enough to rush through, and the entire city would fall. So the reinforcements stayed in the south with the intention of breaking through with sheer numbers.
Despair overcame the elven soldiers when they saw the number of monsters that they had worked so hard to whittle down suddenly bounce back to more than double what they had started with.
“All that’s happened is that there’s more of them!” an officer shouted in a desperate bid to raise the soldiers’ faltering morale back up. “Victory is still with us!”
The No-life Gamers looked down at the fight from high up in the sky, three kilometers away from Tiamo.
Looks like the battle at all four cities is coming to a climax. All of them seem to be standing strong. Wow, I’m getting so much XP!
Tiamo was not the only city currently under attack. The other three along the same latitude as Tiamo similarly protecting the south from the Demon Lord Army were also in the thick of battle. Just now, Allen had once again visited all three with his companions to buff up the soldiers there with his Fish-type Summons. From what he could glean with Hawk Eye, the elves were putting up a great fight. And as the one who cast the buffs, Allen was now receiving XP from all four theaters. The log on the cover of his grimoire was flying by so quickly it looked like a blank page.
Soon, the Gamers reached within five hundred meters of Tiamo. They descended in altitude, stopping close to the ground to examine the monsters from a distance.
“Looks like we got back in time,” Allen noted. “The reinforcements in the south have only just started moving.”
Going to all three cities to pass out more Blessings of Heaven really took some time.
Cecil nodded. “So it seems. Do we go in now?”
“Of course,” Allen replied before flipping the pages of his grimoire. “But before that, lemme see how many Summoning slots I have left... Thirty-eight, it seems.”
Summons Currently Summoned (Total: 32)
2x in Rodan Village for surveillance and protection
1x in the Granvelle mansion for communication
14x at the front lines on the Central Continent
2x in Nest for communication and combat
8x total in the four cities currently under attack for communication and combat
5x Bird Bs as mounts for the No-life Gamers
The Gamers used to ride seven Bird Bs in total. However, in order to conserve the number of Summon slots that Allen had, they decided to take advantage of the fact that the griffins were more than big enough to carry two people riding tandem. As such, Cecil was now riding with Allen, and Sophie with Volmaar. Krena and Dogora, however, still rode one Bird B each because they needed the mobility fighting in the vanguard.
“Is thirty-eight enough?” Cecil asked worriedly, peering into Allen’s grimoire from over his shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to Unsummon some of those on the Central Continent? You sent them a lot of recovery items already, so can’t you afford to decrease the number of Summons there?”
A group of Summons had spent several days making their way to the northern part of the Central Continent. Allen had given them recovery items to bring with them, the idea being that he would use the slots of those that died here in Rohzenheim.
“Nah, the fighting’s about to start on that side, so this would be a bad time to reduce them,” Allen replied before making his Bird B fly parallel to Tiamo’s wall as he Summoned a total of thirty Insect Bs, spacing them out a hundred meters apart to cover a total of three kilometers. He also called out five Dragon Bs, which left him with only three available slots.
Through Bird F’s Transmission, he then ordered all the Insect Bs to use Spawn, their Awakened Ability. They obliged, each producing a hundred giant eggs each. The three thousand eggs quickly disappeared into bubbles of light and were replaced with what looked like half-sized Insect Bs.
What Spawn did was create a hundred offspring with half of an Insect B’s size and stats. The cooldown time was a day, and in light of the fact that Summons could stay Summoned for thirty days at a time, one Insect B could use Spawn a maximum of thirty times.
Allen named these smaller Antsys “Lil Antsys.” Even if they were not killed, they could only live for a month at most, as they would disappear with their parents when their thirty days were up. Similarly, when their parent was returned to a card, the offspring would disappear with it.
Status of the Lil Antsys Created Through Spawn
Name: Lil Antsy
HP: 1,300
MP: 500
Attack: 1,200
Endurance: 2,000 (Strengthened Parent)
Agility: 2,000 (Strengthened Parent)
Intelligence: 1,000
Luck: 900
Ability: Formic Acid
(All values are half of its Insect B parent.)
“All Antsys, order your Lil Antsys to march forward.”
The thirty Insect Bs chittered and clacked loudly in response to Allen’s command, signaling for their Lil Antsys to begin marching toward the monsters. Although they were considered young, these were still five-meter-tall ants, and there were three thousand of them. What was more, Allen had raised the parents’ Endurance and Agility to 4,000 using Strengthening beforehand, which meant all their spawn had 2,000 in both stats.
“Keel! Sophie! Buffs, please! Then we’ll be joining the fight!”
“Gotcha!”
“Of course, Lord Allen!”
While Keel and Sophie cast their spells on both their fellow Gamers and Allen’s Summons, Allen gave out instructions to more Summons.
“Belly and Finny, use your Abilities and Awakened Abilities!”
Although Fish D and C could not speak, they expressed their acknowledgment by swimming a tight circle in the ground before heading off to cast their buffs.
“Genbu, please also use Turtle Shield and Turtle Barrier on all of us.”
Chuckling like an old man, Fish B replied, “You got it, son! Time for this old sack of bones to get a move on!” before similarly diving into the ground. With only the top of the shell on its back visible, it went around repeatedly using its Ability.
While Turtle Shield reduced incoming damage by 20%, Turtle Barrier did so for 50%. The two were stackable, such that when they were both active, they worked together to reduce incoming damage by a total of 60%. This mitigation applied for all kinds of damage, including physical, magical, and even breath. Turtle Shield applied to all allies within fifty meters for twenty-four hours, whereas Turtle Shield applied to all allies within a hundred meters for one hour.
Good. That should save all my companions from getting one-shotted by anything short of Helmios’s Extra Skill.
Allen recalled his fight with the Hero at the Academy. At the time, Allen had used both Turtle Shield and Turtle Barrier, but Helmios’s strike had still left him severely wounded. Allen once again appreciated how powerful Helmios was.
All right, let’s go!
Upon confirming that the buffing was complete, Allen shouted, “All units, charge!”
Chittering loudly, the huge force of Summons rushed toward the back of the Demon Lord Army. Before they made contact, the Dragon Bs drew first blood, melting swathes of monsters with their breath attacks. When the Lil Antsys got close enough, Allen instructed them to use their Ability, Formic Acid. The three-kilometer-long line of giant ants obliged, shooting acid from their behinds.
Antsys and Lil Antsys both shared the Formic Acid Ability, which sprayed an acid dozens of meters in front of them that lowered victims’ Endurance and resistances. This was especially effective against monsters with corporeal forms, and some monsters with no resistance to poison simply died outright.
“Keep spraying! Spray it everywhere!”
The Insect B Summons obeyed and continued spamming their Ability. The elven soldiers were surprised to see the giant ants approaching the monsters from the rear; just as they were wondering whether they were friend or foe, they heard the bellowing of their officers, who had been told beforehand to not attack Allen’s Summons.
“The ants are our reinforcements! Do not shoot them! And don’t attack the flying dragons either! Focus only on the monsters closest to you!”
The elven soldiers did as they were told, quickly shifting their attention back to the monsters they had been aiming at just now. As they did so, the Dragon Bs continued reducing members of the Demon Lord Army to cinders while Cecil spammed wind elemental spells from the back of the Bird B she shared with Allen.
The reason Cecil was not using fire spells was because she figured that any monsters still alive after suffering Dragon B’s breath even with lowered resistance from Insect B’s acid were probably extremely resistant to fire. Ever since Allen obtained Dragon B as a Summon, she had not had as many occasions to use Fire Magic.
The Lil Antsys continued making inroads into the Demon Lord Army’s ranks, spraying acid everywhere. The monsters with lowered Endurance then fell easily to the elves’ arrows, dying one after another in quick succession.
“Don’t let any of them get away!” Allen shouted. “Kill every last one!”
Of course, this was a battle to protect the city of Tiamo, but at the same time, Allen saw this as an opportunity to refill his depleted stock of magic stones. After making enough Blessings of Heaven to supply four cities with, he now only had around a thousand Rank B magic stones left, which would barely last him through the day’s battle. This was another reason why he had set his sights on the southern front, where the monsters were the most numerous. However, just killing the monsters did nothing for him; he needed to actually harvest the stones. In order to do this safely, he had to make sure that everything was properly dead within the area. For once, he was actually feeling quite desperate.
Krena and Dogora were also giving it their all, brandishing their weapons against monsters that wielded ones larger than themselves. Some monsters lost their gall and turned to retreat, only to find Lil Antsys waiting for them. The giant ants clamped their large mandibles together with more than enough strength to kill Rank B monsters, ensuring that none got away.
I guess the Antsys really are the most useful in a large-scale fight. Numbers mean power. I’m surprised how much the Lil Antsys can achieve even though I can’t Strengthen or Awaken them.
The buffs from other Summons were effective on Lil Antsys, but not any of Allen’s other Summoner skills. This meant he could not use Strengthening, Sharing, or Awakening on them. Even so, they had proven themselves so effective that he could not help but be impressed.
Before long, one Lil Antsy clamped its jaws around the last monster and it fell dead among the thousands and thousands of corpses that spread all the way in the distance.
Annihilation complete. No Rank S monster showed up.
Allen was staring blankly at the battlefield, lost in contemplation over how the battle had gone, when he was suddenly brought back to his senses by the triumphant roar thundering from the walls of Tiamo.
Oh right, we’re done on this side, but the other three sides are still fighting.
“Doras and Antsys, go support the fighting on the east and west. A few of you, stay behind to harvest the magic stones.”
Just as ordered, the Summons split up into two groups and headed off to their designated sides with several hundred Lil Antsys remaining in the south. They used their powerful mandibles to make large cuts in the monsters’ bellies so that Spirits Bs could then easily reach inside to grab the magic stones. The No-life Gamers themselves also split into two groups and headed to the eastern and western fronts to kill as many more monsters as they could.
It took less than an hour for the monsters that suddenly found themselves attacked on their flank to fall into a panic and flee north. Even though Allen’s group had yet to engage the monsters in the north, they were already quite spent fighting the elves. When they regrouped with those coming from the east and west, the entire force decided to just retreat outright.
The elves trumpeted their victory from the walls and rooftops. The siege of Tiamo was finally over, and the elves had won.
Chapter 6: Strategy Meeting (Part 1)
All four cities, including Tiamo, had successfully repelled the Demon Lord Army. Up to this point, it had taken them all they had just to fend off the Army’s advances and kill a token number of monsters. They had struggled to remain standing until sunset, when the tide of monsters would temporarily recede to rest and resupply. After an entire month, the elves had been severely spent and were convinced that their end was only a matter of time.
However, the results of the day’s battles were entirely different. The generals all sounded uncharacteristically excited as they reported to the queen.
When Allen first arrived at Tiamo, he had determined that he ought to prioritize first clearing away the monsters that were practically knocking on the city’s gates over all else. As such, he had left a Spirit B to attend the strategy meetings with the queen and other generals in his stead. Today, however, he would have to discuss how to proceed, so he had come in person.
“Reporting on the results of today’s battle!” one of the generals shouted. “Your Majesty, all four cities together have killed over 200,000 monsters today!”
The queen unconsciously leaned all the way forward in her throne. “Do you speak true?!” she exclaimed in astonishment. Rohzen remained on her lap, curled up in sleep.
“Yes, Your Majesty. The gains at Tiamo were particularly of note: we killed more than 100,000 here alone!”
Nice, that means the Demon Lord Army’s forces currently in Rohzenheim are now down to two and a half million. Let’s keep bringing that number down!
This meeting was taking place well into the night because the results of today’s battle had been so incredible that it took this long to take full stock of everything. Even though it was so late, the queen and her generals were in such high spirits that they were almost beside themselves. No one could blame them.
Transmission, the Awakened Ability of one of Allen’s Summons, had proved extremely useful for communicating back and forth with the three other cities. Before long, news of their overwhelming victory had spread throughout all four cities, eliciting thunderous cheers and celebration from soldiers and refugees alike. It was said that the elves were a calm and mild-mannered race, but their joy at their unprecedented victory was exploding in unending praise of both the queen and the Sovereign of Spirits, with cries of “Long live Her Majesty!” and “Long live Lord Rohzen!” filling the air.
After a while, however, the queen’s face turned grave. “Now...what were our casualties?”
The general she was addressing hung his head for a second, but then looked back up to return her gaze. “In total, roughly three thousand soldiers died across all four cities today.”
“I see...”
The large majority of elven soldiers were archers, a role that was usually associated with having low Endurance. What was more, they were wearing mithril armor at best while facing Rank B and A monsters. Although they had been buffed, many had died instantly from a single attack, while many others had been unable to receive healing in time. Even so, the number of today’s casualties was much, much lower compared to what it had been before. Without Allen’s Summons’ buffs and all the recovery items, more than ten times that number of elves might have died today.
The queen closed her eyes to observe a moment of silence for the fallen, wordlessly swearing to their valiant souls that their deaths would be avenged. The generals followed suit, prompting Allen’s group to do the same.
When everyone slowly lifted their heads back up, one person asked the queen, “What is our next step, Your Majesty? Should I arrange for your safe passage to Nest?”
“There is no need, Gatoluuga. I will stay here in Tiamo to keep an eye on the situation.”
“But, Your Majesty!”
So this man is Rohzenheim’s one and only Spirit User and the nation’s greatest military asset. Speaking of Spirit User, I remember Sophie mentioning that the walls of this city were erected by a Grand Spirit User who did so using the power of a grand earthen spirit long ago.
The man standing straight as a rod beside the throne, Grand Marshal Siguul, said chidingly, “Gatoluuga, do not trouble Her Majesty Our Queen.”
Gatoluuga protested, saying, “That was not my intention!” but still backed off.
While listening to the exchange, Allen busily made notes in his grimoire of the progression of classes that used Spirit Magic. Gatoluuga’s Talent, Spirit User, was three stars in rarity. In short, it was the same tier as Krena’s Sword Lord.
Progression of Spirit Magic Users
One-star: Spirit Mage
Two-star: Spirit Wizard
Three-star: Spirit User
Four-star: Grand Spirit User
Above Spirit User was the Grand Spirit User class that the elves still passed down legends about. It was said that this was such a rare Talent that it appeared only once every millennium. No Grand Spirit User was currently alive in Rohzenheim, but it was said that the previous one had created not only the walls of Tiamo but also numerous fortresses dotting the nation.
In order to change the heavy atmosphere, the queen asked, “Well then, what can we do now?” in an effort to bring everyone back to a more positive mindset thinking about their next step. Their country was still in a very precarious position, after all.
One general stepped forward. “We should first focus on gathering magic stones so that we can get the magic ships back up and running.”
As a superpower of the Five Continent Alliance, Rohzenheim had more than a hundred magic ships in its service. However, ever since the start of the war, the Elder Council had chosen to prioritize the citizens’ lives and had therefore ordered that all the ships be fully mobilized to transport wounded soldiers, refugees, and relief supplies. Doing so burned through the country’s stock of magic stones, leaving the ships all but grounded. However, this situation could be rectified once the elves secured the massive amount of magic stones just sitting out in the open outside their gates.
It was decided that all the magic stones south of Tiamo, which roughly came to around seventy thousand total, would belong to Allen. As he was running low on both magic stones and Blessings of Heaven, he was more than thankful for the arrangement.
Suddenly, the queen turned to Allen and asked, “Lord Allen, do you have any elven elixirs remaining?” There was no doubt that the Blessings of Heaven had been the linchpin behind today’s victories.
“Yes, I do.” As Allen had not explained that he needed magic stones to make his recovery items, he had simply handed them out without recompense so far. However, he now made it clear that he would be asking for stones in exchange for more Blessings going forward. For a split second, Gatoluuga’s face stiffened and he glared at Allen.
Seeing that the exchange between the queen and Allen was over, the general from before continued, “I suggest that we bring 100,000 of the newly recovered soldiers in Nest back to the front lines. Including those already present in the four cities at the moment, that would give us 640,000 troops in total.”
As the skies above Tiamo were still occupied by flying monsters from the Demon Lord Army, it was impossible to dispatch the magic ships currently docked in the city. Conversely, if Allen was to deliver all the magic stones they harvested to Nest via Bird B, the magic ships in Nest could be mobilized to deliver the newly recovered soldiers to a location close enough to Tiamo that they can march the rest of the way on foot.
The other generals felt so moved they could not help but let out a cheer. Everyone who knew that the queen was here in Tiamo had thought that the city would fall in a matter of days—this would have meant the death of the queen, and by extension, the end of Rohzenheim as a country. In the blink of an eye, however, all four cities along the front lines had successfully repelled the Demon Lord Army, garnered enough magic stones to get the magic ships up and running again, and would now be seeing 100,000 troops returning to bolster their numbers. Just when it had seemed like all was lost, everything turned around in an instant.
The queen expressed her thanks as representative of all the elves. “Lord Allen, I promise we will repay this debt. Please continue lending us your aid.”
“Of course, Your Majesty,” Allen bowed. “Now, about what to do next...”
One of the generals perked up. “Hm? Do you have a plan in mind, Lord Allen?” It had been Allen’s idea to pincer the monsters in the south during today’s battle. If he had more ideas, the elves were eager to hear them.
“Before I get into it, I report that the Demon Lord Army appears to be withdrawing.”
“Well, we did see them retreat...”
“What I mean to say is, all their forces, even the ones at the other three cities, are withdrawing.” Thanks to White Night, Bird D’s Awakened Skill, Allen had a clear grasp of the Demon Lord Army’s current movements. “As such, I think this a wonderful opportunity to chase them down.”
“Chasing the monsters down?”
The generals were aware that Allen’s group had killed almost 40,000 during their night attack the other day. That proved that Allen actually meant what he was saying and had the ability to enact it.
“Please bring the recovered troops to Tiamo as quickly as possible. When they arrive and are properly rearranged into ranks, let’s push north and start retaking cities.” There was a limit to how many a magic ship could carry, but Allen still pressed home the fact that time was of the essence here.
“So you propose that we go on the offensive!” one of the generals exclaimed.
“Yes, sir. As such, I would appreciate a list of the cities you want to prioritize. The eventual aim is to win back Fortenia. Let’s make this happen as soon as we can.”
Hope returned to the faces of the elves. After successfully defending Tiamo, Allen’s group was ready to move on to their next battle.
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The next morning, the No-life Gamers rode their Bird Bs to a location several kilometers north of Tiamo. Allen mulled over the information he had obtained from the previous night’s military meeting as the wind blew hard against his face.
According to the report from Field Marshal Lukdraal in Nest, the Empire of Giamut had messaged them through a magic tool promising to send Rohzenheim support in the form of foodstuffs and other supplies. Assuming that Rohzenheim would be unable to decline their declaration, Giamut had already dispatched a magic ship that was currently en route to Nest.
The field marshal also had further information regarding the battle situation on the Central Continent: The Demon Lord Army had already started moving and would arrive at the fortresses at Giamut’s northern border in one or two days. They numbered two million, unchanged from before, and were equally spread out across the ten fortresses directly in their path. This meant each fortress was looking at a force of around 200,000. This was just as Allen had predicted.
Supposedly, the emperor of Giamut, who had been enthroned at a young age, was touted as a wise, intelligent, and very shrewd man. And sure enough, sending Rohzenheim support at this time seemed like a highly calculated move. Allen could not help but be impressed.
The fact that Rohzenheim had sent Giamut 600,000 elven elixirs had naturally reached the emperor’s ears. He just as likely also understood the effects of those elixirs. By sending these supplies, he was taking advantage of Rohzenheim in its moment of need and making it indebted to Giamut so that he could ask for more elven elixirs in the future at a discount. What was more, when properly supplied, the Rohzenheim force would be able to fight longer, increasing the chances of the four million monsters on standby getting directed at the elves. If all went well, Giamut would be getting two birds with one stone.
Allen deeply felt the reality that, even in the midst of a world crisis, leaders were still going to prioritize the interests of their own countries over those of any others.
“What’ve you been zoning out for?” Cecil asked, interrupting Allen’s thoughts. “I can see them now.”
“Oh, really?”
The two of them were currently riding one Beast B together. The No-life Gamers had set off from Tiamo to confirm the movements of the withdrawing enemy forces in order to decide what course of action to take next. The reason Allen and Cecil were riding together was, just as before, to save on the number of Summon slots used, but there was one thing different today: they were sitting facing each other. Allen was sitting in the front, meaning his back was turned toward the direction they were heading.
Allen was sitting backward because he had taken plant pots out on the griffin’s spacious back and was using them to create Blessings of Heaven. Considering how many had been used up the day before, he had decided to use even his commute to replenish his stock.
Thanks to the Demon Lord Army retreating from all four cities, there would be no fighting today. Having lost 100,000 monsters was more than enough to affect their ability to continue their consecutive days of assault. And every moment they spent withdrawing, Allen would produce more Blessings of Heaven, tipping the scales in the elves’ favor a little at a time.
Upon being prompted by Cecil, Allen checked the vision of their Bird B, which he was Sharing with. Sure enough, the stragglers of the retreating force had come into view.
“Wait, judging by their speed, they’ll be joining up with another group tomorrow. We have to stop it.”
“Them joining up is bad?”
“Very bad. If they turn into a big group and turn back to focus on any single city, things won’t end well.”
Uh-oh, I just realized it, but this isn’t simply withdrawing, is it?
Up to this point, the Demon Lord Army’s attacking force had split into four to attack four cities at the same time. However, after the great losses they suffered from the night attack the day before and yesterday’s battles, they might be changing up their strategy. There was no telling yet what the weakened remnants planned on doing after they joined up, but the enemy gathering their strength was just all around bad news.
“What’re we gonna do, then?”
“Harass them, of course. We’re not fighting to protect anything now, so we can move however we want. I think defeat in detail makes the most sense here.”
In a defensive battle, all strategies would be centered around the city, but today, the No-life Gamers could attack however they wanted. Allen used Bird F to share his plans for the day with the rest of his companions. Transmission was particularly great for situations like this because there was simply no way for those he did not specify as recipients to overhear.
The No-life Gamers closed in on the clump of monsters 100,000 strong.
“Things are picking up. How much longer are you gonna keep making those?”
“The entire day, of course. I won’t be stopping.”
The Demon Lord Army had already noticed the approaching Bird Bs, as they were quite large. Several monsters were now flying over, but Allen did not stop what he was doing.
“Please climb a little higher, Griff. And Cecil, get ready to use Petit Meteor.”
Allen wanted to convert the magic stones harvested last night into Blessings of Heaven as soon as possible. As such, he planned to keep at it unless his ride got actually swamped by monsters. Cecil understood his intention immediately.
The Demon Lord Army was heading north, but there was a large difference in how fast those at the front and those at the rear were walking. The trolls and ogres in particular were just lumbering along at the very end. The Gamers climbed three kilometers higher to lose their pursuers, with a Dragon B summarily finishing off those that did follow them this high.
During this time, Cecil was concentrating in order to activate her Extra Skill.
“Drop it around there.”
Cecil nodded wordlessly, then held out a hand toward a point slightly in front of the slowest group of stragglers. “Petit Meteor!”
A giant burning hunk of rock fell from the sky. Thanks to the monsters sticking so closely together while on the move, this single attack wiped out nearly 10,000 of them in one fell swoop.
Niceeee, I’m getting so much XP. This is almost as much as what I got yesterday.
Because Allen had gone around and buffed all the soldiers in all four cities, everything they killed the day before had also given him XP. However, because that had counted as him fighting in a group of more than 253 people, the threshold for the lowest tier of XP distribution, he had only received ten percent of the XP from each kill.
Today, however, he was only with the No-life Gamers. He was therefore now receiving eighty percent XP for everything they killed.
“Thank you. Looks like you got quite a lot of them,” Allen said, passing Cecil his MP Recovery Ring. “Here, use this to top back up.” Riding the same Summon made it easy to pass things over like this.
“Thanks,” Cecil replied. When she looked down to see her handiwork, she noted, “Oh, we’ve got ourselves a following now.”
“Yep. Now they’re split up.”
And I see the monsters at the front are still pressing on regardless.
Due to Cecil aiming slightly in front of the slowest group, the 20,000 trolls and ogres that were particularly sluggish had survived her attack. Realizing that they had been cut off from the bigger group, these monsters were now chasing the Gamers. Those north of the crater from the impact, however, did not turn back.
To make it easy for the monsters to pursue them, the Gamers purposely lowered their altitude and flew slowly.
“Defeat in detail is the tactic of attacking small enemy units, right? So we’re making the small units ourselves?”
Cecil recalled what she had learned in class and finally understood what Allen had been getting at. “Defeat in detail,” or otherwise known as “divide and conquer,” meant attacking the enemy when it was split up in smaller groups and bringing all of one’s forces to bear to finish off those smaller groups in sequence. At first, Cecil had thought that Allen was referring to the four groups retreating from the four cities as his “small units.” As it turned out, he was actually thinking of annihilating the group that got separated from the Petit Meteor she had just fired.
Allen nodded. “Exactly. A big group can always be broken up into smaller groups.”
When the rest of the monsters had pulled far away enough, the Gamers stopped in midair and looked down at the small group they had been leading on. The trolls and ogres had been so occupied with chasing the griffins in the air that they failed to realize they had walked right into a group of Insect Bs. A full day had passed since the start of yesterday’s battle, so the number of Lil Antsys had increased by another 3,000. Some had gotten killed in the fighting, so their total number was now 5,500. Naturally, every last one had been fully buffed with Fish-type Summons. As Keel and Sophie cast their own buffs, Allen called out several Dragon Bs.
“Now... This group’s still pretty big, but I’m gonna need a lot more magic stones, so let’s get to work!”
After considering the number and composition of this group of monsters and determining that his companions and Summons would be able to take it on, Allen gave the command for everyone to get into place. The trolls and ogres froze for a second when they finally realized they’d fallen for a trap, but immediately assumed battle readiness. The Lil Antsys closed the encirclement, eyeing the monsters like prey.
“Looks like you’re all ready. Okay, time to kill every last one of them!”
And so the No-life Gamers began applying the tactic of defeat in detail.
Chapter 7: An Army of One Million
During the three days that followed Tiamo’s fending off the Demon Lord Army, the No-life Gamers persistently attacked the monsters that were withdrawing northward. However, the monsters still managed to regroup with the forces that had been attacking the other three cities. All four groups combined with additional reinforcements coming from Fortenia to form a singular enormous host one million strong that was now heading south straight for Tiamo. Allen’s group tried everything they could to divert their path, but to no avail.
Upon returning to Tiamo, Allen immediately headed straight to the queen’s audience chamber, where the generals caught him up on what had happened over the past three days. Namely, the elves had focused their efforts on collecting the magic stones and now had over one hundred thousand in stock. Of these, fifty thousand went to Allen and would eventually be converted into Blessings of Heaven.
The remaining magic stones had been waiting for Allen’s return so that he could deliver them to Nest via Bird B. As he himself had said, it would take no time at all thanks to his Summon’s Awakened Ability, Jet. These stones would then be used to power the dozens of magic ships currently grounded in the city.
“How long would it take to evacuate everyone, sir?” Allen asked one of the generals.
“Let me think... Tiamo alone has more than seven hundred thousand refugees. Nest will probably begin running the magic ships the second they become operational, so if we take that into account, perhaps four or five days. Why do you ask?”
A grim look came over the No-life Gamers’ faces.
“I have bad news,” Allen said. “The Demon Lord Army is currently marching straight for Tiamo with a million monsters. They’re resting right now because it’s nighttime, but they’ll probably arrive in two days.”
“WHAT?!” the generals all gasped as the queen leaned forward on her throne.
One mumbled in despair, “It’s going to be a repeat of the northernmost fortress...” He was clearly thinking of the fortress that had stood impregnable for more than fifty years before it was ultimately brought down by a force of three million.
Seriously, the Demon Lord Army is moving way too fast. Even when we used divide and conquer tactics, we only managed to kill around 30,000 a day since they just kept marching no matter what we did.
It was true that the scales of this war had tipped a little toward the elves now that the No-life Gamers had joined the fray—over 500,000 monsters had been wiped out over the past few days. However, there was no denying that their involvement had also been the trigger for the Demon Lord Army’s change of strategy. Furthermore, the night attack and overwhelming casualties had served as very convincing hints that Tiamo was where the queen of the elves was hiding. Even if the Army was not absolutely certain, they at least knew that the chances of her being in Tiamo were significantly higher than the other cities.
“Does this mean we’ll be fighting a million monsters?”
Arrangements for starting up the magic ships again had only just begun. There was no way for them to get all the refugees out in time. Allen asked if everyone had the resolve to fight.
“We do indeed,” the queen attested. “Our citizens have nowhere left to run, so let us all fight as one and protect them with everything we have.”
“Of course, Your Majesty!” one of the generals cried. Not a single person was afraid.
The queen slowly turned her head to look at Allen. “Would we be able to count on your continued aid, Lord Allen?”
So, there are more than 200,000 elven soldiers here, plus enough recovery items. We might be able to hunker down and fend off the Demon Lord Army for a while, but the moment the city falls spells the end of the story for the queen, and in turn, the entire nation. If we’re going to go all in, then I prefer the option with better odds.
“Of course,” Allen replied. “However, if we all plan on staying and making a stand here, then I have something in mind.”
The generals all murmured in delighted anticipation. The strategies suggested by this young boy with black hair over these past few days had led to nothing short of miracles, one after another. They awaited his next words with the full expectation that he would pull it off yet again.
“How many scouts are in this city?”
Everyone felt a bit let down that Allen was asking about the scouts when they had a force of a million to worry about, but one of the generals still answered his question. “Scouts? Around 3,000.”
“I see. And how many of them possess an Extra Skill that increases their Agility?”
“Hm? You’re not asking about those with tracking or enemy-detection abilities?”
There was a high degree of randomness when it came to Extra Skills. They were very likely to be related to one’s class, of course, but there were many different directions that could go in. For example, a scout’s job included sneaking behind enemy lines to gather intel, discovering any enemies in hiding, and tracking camps and supply lines, to name a few.
A lot of the regular skills tied to scout-like classes tended to provide Agility buffs, and they saw the most improvement in their Agility stat when leveling up. When put together, these made scouts especially fast. As such, having an Extra Skill that further buffed AGI was considered a bust in the Extra Skills lottery.
And yet, Allen was specifically asking for these “losers.”
“There are around a hundred, I believe.”
Without saying anything further, the other generals nodded, indicating that this was a good estimate.
“If that’s the case, may I have command over 2,000 of the scouts? I especially want all of those with Talents that raise their Agility stat.”
“Mm? If you desire, you may have all 3,000 of them. If we’re to be bracing behind our walls, there will be practically nothing for them to do anyway. I’ll instruct them to follow your orders.”
“Thank you, General. I want to inform them of my strategy right away, then. Would you mind summoning the commanding officer now?”
“Very well. I’ll fetch him,” one of the generals replied. Understanding the urgency of their situation, he then headed out himself.
Allen turned back to the queen. “As soon as I finish briefing the scouting commander, we’ll head out right away.”
Representing everyone else in the room, she said, “Thank you, Lord Allen.”
“This time, I’m thinking of using delaying tactics,” Allen explained. “The enemy is set to reach Tiamo in two days, but we’ll try to delay them by one more day. Please use that time to prepare.”
A lot could be achieved in one day, especially when the elves knew Spirit Magic, which could be used to create things like trenches and walls very quickly. Allen also requested that the elves wipe out the monsters still remaining near Tiamo.
The queen nodded, acknowledging everything Allen said, then turned to her daughter. “Sophie.”
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Make sure you protect Lord Allen.”
Sophie’s face lit up. “Of course, Your Majesty,” she said, bowing. She had half expected her mother to stop her from going, so she was grateful for this roundabout way that the queen was giving her blessing to accompany Allen.
At that moment, the general who had gone off to fetch the scout commander returned, announcing, “I’ve brought him!”
The man who followed in after him wore decorations indicating that he was a colonel. For strategic purposes, he had been informed that the queen was here, so he was not surprised to see her. The fact that he had been summoned so suddenly did leave him quite bewildered, though. However, there was no time to let him collect himself.
Allen addressed him right off. “My sincere apologies for calling you so late. It’s a bit sudden, but I’m going to now tell you about our current situation and what I want you to do.”
Despite having no context whatsoever, the colonel listened carefully to what this black-haired boy had to say. When he was finished, however, the man was just as bewildered as before.
“What’s the point of doing that in this situation?!”
He was about to add, “Are you right in the head?!” but the queen cut him off with a firm command to “do whatever Lord Allen says.” The colonel looked around to find everyone glaring at him as if also telling him to just shut up and obey. In the first place, the scouts were often not informed of the big picture of the situation. And so, without any other choice, the colonel bowed his head.
“I understand. Order received.”
Another general suddenly suggested having Gatoluuga, the Spirit User, accompany the No-life Gamers. He argued that, with Rohzenheim’s most powerful fighter at their side, their plan would have a higher chance of success.
The problem with that, however, was that Gatoluuga had no experience fighting alongside the Gamers. He would have a much easier time—and his abilities were far more suited for—staying behind to help with Tiamo’s preparations. And so Allen politely declined the idea, and it was decided that Gatoluuga would remain in Tiamo.
The elves then quickly sprung to action. Word of the approach of the massive host was immediately sent to Nest. While Tiamo readied its refugees for evacuation, Nest rushed to get its magic ships operational and began sending its soldiers over.
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After grabbing a few hours of sleep, the No-life Gamers set off from Tiamo once more. Just like the day prior, Allen was riding a Bird B with Cecil, sitting face-to-face with her so he could continue making Blessings of Heaven.
As usual, the monsters had started marching at daybreak. As the sun started climbing, the Demon Lord Army appeared along the northern horizon, eventually covering the entire earth like a massive, squirming stain.
“There’s...a lot of them,” Cecil muttered, her voice slightly shaking.
“There sure are,” Allen replied, still so focused on his work that he did not even bother glancing down at the host below.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Hmm... Nah, not really.”
To be exact, Allen was not afraid of himself dying, but he was extremely afraid of his friends dying. He was aware that he had been asking them to really put themselves out there lately, but everything had been within what he believed was everyone’s safety margins. Today’s plan, however, might actually be toeing that line.
Cecil’s face softened at Allen’s answer. “Thank you, Allen.”
“For what?”
“For telling us everything. I didn’t think you ever would.”
Starting all the way back when Allen was her manservant, Cecil had always known that there was something about him that was different from other people.
“Well, y’know...you shouldn’t thank people before a fight.” We can do without you jinxing things, thank you very much.
“What’s that mean?”
“Ah, it’s something from my past life.”
“Tell me more about that too sometime.”
“Sure. To do that, we gotta get through this first, though.”
Allen now took a good look at the Demon Lord Army. Honestly, them taking the musclebrained approach of throwing bodies at us without any tactics whatsoever is literally the worst strategy they could have chosen.
If the enemy had come in a steady trickle, then Allen’s side could have whittled down their numbers slowly. If they had remained spread out over several cities, then Allen’s side could have killed off a lot more of them. In fact, Allen’s original plan had been to slowly work his way through all the occupied settlements and fortresses and clear them one after another. Unfortunately, the Demon Lord Army must have realized this; after their losses at the siege of Tiamo, they had immediately changed their approach.
It’s clear that one or two million dying makes no difference at all for the Demon Lord Army. The only thing they care about is wiping Rohzenheim off the map.
The tactic of launching an assault with overwhelming numbers was, due to its simplicity, extremely hard to deal with. As Allen continued monitoring the monsters, a black mass could be seen approaching from the south. It looked tiny compared to the Demon Lord Army, but this group was composed of around 10,000 individuals.
“Looks like the Lil Antsys have arrived,” Cecil commented.
“Yep. Time to get started, then,” Allen replied.
Right behind the Lil Antsys were the thirty original Antsys. All of them had marched through the night to arrive here at this time. They continued charging straight at the Demon Lord Army, their speed showing no signs of slowing.
Okay, so I’ve got thirty Insect Bs out right now and seventeen slots remaining.
The pages of Allen’s grimoire flipped furiously as he took stock of the situation with his Summons. He had already done everything he could to maximize the number of slots he could use while fighting. Of the sixteen Summons that had been sent to fight on the Central Continent, eight had already been killed. The remaining eight were still there, supporting Giamut’s forces from the shadows.
“Cecil, aim for that group at the very front, if you please.” Since the fastest ones are in the lead. We gotta slow them down as much as possible.
A heat haze sprang up around Cecil’s body, then she thrust out both her hands. “Petit Meteor!”
A red-hot boulder enveloped in flames slammed into the earth, incinerating the cluster of monsters at the head of the procession. However, it was not long before more monsters appeared beyond, breaking through the cloud of dust as they trampled the hellish landscape created by the impact. The flames that still blazed on the ground were quickly stamped out, having made no impact whatsoever on the direction that the Army was heading in.
“Okay, we’re going down to fight in person!”
“All right!”
The Bird Bs descended, taking up position behind the Insect Bs. They never quite landed, though, opting instead to fly at extremely low altitude so they could pull up at a moment’s notice.
“Dora, Cerby, Belly, Finny, Genbu—come out!”
Ten Dragon Bs, four Beast Bs, and one each of every Fish-type Summon appeared. This left Allen with literally zero free slots—the way he saw it, this was the best composition he could bring out in light of the current situation.
All the Summons aside from the Fish-type ones immediately charged into the Demon Lord Army as if diving into the mouth of an unstoppable flood.
Come at us seriously! We’ll destroy everything you’ve got!
Allen had come to this world because he was sick of games with the difficulty level dialed all the way down. The scene before his eyes now, however, reminded him of the days he spent annihilating the enemies that filled his screen. His head raced with ideas to kill as many monsters as possible as he suppressed the sense of euphoria coursing through his body. After all, if they failed to kill enough monsters here, the queen and residents in Tiamo would be the ones getting killed instead.
And so the Lil Antsys dived right in, the numbers they had accumulated over several days slowly but surely getting whittled down. Even when they were attacked, they showed no hesitation at all. Similarly, Dogora and Krena brandished their weapons fiercely, killing every single monster within reach.
“Krena, Dogora, make sure you use the Lil Antsys as walls to take the damage for you!”
“Yep, I know!”
“Got it!”
The two vanguard fighters fell back as Allen instructed and adopted positions behind the giant insects’ carapace. At the same time, Volmaar, Cecil, and the Dragon Bs took care of the flying enemies. Even so, the million-strong host continued its relentless march, paying no attention whatsoever to the Gamers.
As I thought, they really are ignoring us.
“Forget about the monsters heading to Tiamo for now and focus solely on killing the monsters before you! We’ll move to the front again a little later!”
“Are y’all running from us?! Huh?! I’ll kill every last one of you!” Dogora howled at the monsters turning their backs on the Gamers to continue heading toward Tiamo.
“Calm down!” Allen shouted before his friend could break formation to charge the other way. “Don’t get swallowed by the heat of battle!”
It was clear that the Demon Lord Army had made a conscious choice to pay the No-life Gamers no mind at all. After killing the monsters that they had been engaged with, Allen’s group flew back to the front again to repeat the process, desperately trying to thin out the fastest monsters so as to slow the Army’s approach toward Tiamo.
＊ ＊ ＊
Three days had passed since Allen and his companions left Tiamo. The sun hung high in the sky around the ten o’clock position. There was still no sign of the enemy host that was supposed to have arrived the day before. The No-life Gamers’ delay tactics had paid off.
During the preceding three days, the magic ships had been running at full capacity. Thanks to this, the soldiers stationed in Tiamo now numbered 300,000. The four walls of the city—each five kilometers in length—were fully manned.
Three more walls had been hastily erected to the north of the city, wider in width than the city’s. These makeshift ramparts reached five meters high but did not provide very sturdy footing, being made of rocks stacked so haphazardly that the structures looked like tetrapod coastal defenses. These walls, too, were fully manned, with everyone holding their Spirit Magic and bows at the ready and looking very tense.
Before long, smoke went up in the north—a company of the scouts temporarily under Allen’s command had been ordered to their usual duty of keeping lookout, and they had just used their Signal Fire skills. The Demon Lord Army was here.
“The time has come! Men, to positions! Follow the strategy! Third wall, ready your attacks!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
Slowly but surely, a rumbling filled the air and the ground began to quake, making the stones clatter against each other. The idyllic scenery of Rohzenheim was soon trampled beneath the feet of the countless monsters.
“THEY’RE HERE! PROTECT HER MAJESTY!”
“RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Arrows rained down on the monsters, but they continued their charge forward. When the front line crashed against the northernmost wall, the structure shook violently and crumbled in some places. Even though each stone was more than a meter long, the Rank B monsters still proceeded to dismantle the wall. The elves frantically retaliated with arrows and Spirit Magic, but they were nowhere close to killing the monsters fast enough.
“Retreat! Men, retreat!”
Deciding that this wall would not last any longer, the general in charge gave the order to fall back. The troops returned to the city and joined those already on the walls who were making whatever preparations needed to continue fighting.
Eventually, the second northernmost wall fell as well. These structures had been erected using every last drop of MP the elves possessed, and now those on the city walls could do nothing but bite their nails and look on as everything got torn down. Was this the end of Rohzenheim? Was there no more hope? Despair spread throughout the ranks as they witnessed the overwhelming power of sheer numbers.
When the fighting reached the final makeshift wall, a massive griffin flew down and stopped before the commanding general. On its back was a black-haired teenage boy, who said, “Looks like they’ve already started. Maybe staying behind to finish off that last group was a bit too greedy of us.”
“The monsters haven’t actually reached the city yet, though,” the girl riding beside him replied.
Allen turned to quickly update the generals stationed between the city walls and the makeshift wall. “We’ll be joining the fight now. We’ve already killed 400,000, so there are only 600,000 more to kill and we win this. Our aim is to stop the monsters from making any more headway. Please provide cover fire.”
“I...see. However—” The general was about to say something, but Allen was already gone.
Okay, I have a total of fifty available card slots right now and only 30,000 Rank B magic stones left. I guess this will have to do.
Even though Allen’s stock had ballooned up to 130,000 stones after the first siege of Tiamo, it was now back down to only 30,000 after using them for all the Summons and Blessings of Heaven he had made.
“Antsys, Doras, Cerbys, Belly, Finny, Genbu, Hawkins! Come out!”
Twenty Insect Bs, twenty-two Dragon Bs, four Beast Bs, one each of the Fish-type Summons, and one Bird E appeared all at once. This was the best way Allen could think of to use all fifty slots right now. Immediately, the Insect Bs used Spawn and began arranging their Lil Antsys’ formations.
While all this was going on, the monsters finally broke through the final rock rampart and started marching on the city walls. The elves who had been manning that last wall rushed back into the city to bolster the forces on the northern wall.
Allen was not sure whether the frenzied monsters could even understand human language, but he still addressed the monsters. “You’re hungry, right? Since your side apparently doesn’t know how to set up a supply train. Oh wait, that can’t be right. Ah, so your superiors chose not to set one up...”
These monsters had barely had any food at all for at least three consecutive days and nights. The lack of supply lines meant these monsters were being treated as disposable fodder. It was clear just how little they were worth in their superiors’ eyes.
“THEY’RE HERE! ARCHERS, SPIRIT MAGIC USERS, FIIIIIIRE!!!”
“RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The moment the Demon Lord Army burst through the last makeshift wall, the elves along the top of Tiamo’s north wall began unleashing their attacks. However, this did nothing to stop the monsters’ charge, and they continued closing in on the city wall. It was not long before they were within a hundred meters.
Here’s to hoping my backup arrives in time!
Upon seeing the last of the soldiers evacuate safely from the final wall, Allen shouted, “Doras, use Fire Breath!”
In response, the twenty-two Dragon Bs began reducing swathes of monsters to ash.
“Cecil, can you land a Petit Meteor all the way north of the third wall? Any closer and the city itself might get damaged. Our goal is to hold the monsters back until the last elf makes it through the city gate.”
“You got it. Petit Meteor!”
Far off in the distance, a gigantic, flaming boulder came crashing down. A heavy boom and the screams of monsters filled the air, but more soon took the places of their fallen monsters-in-arms.
Allen’s force—which included the No-life Gamers, Dragon Bs, Insect Bs, and Lil Antsys—did whatever it could to hamper the Demon Lord Army’s advance. Their current formation was doing a good job protecting Tiamo’s northern wall, but they could not cover enough area lengthwise, meaning there were monsters getting past on their left and right. The sole silver lining was that Allen had at least had the foresight to tell the elves to station more men on the east and west walls.
I’ve got to use more Doras, or the east and west walls will fall first.
The rapidly evolving situation forced Allen to change up his strategy on the fly. His original idea was to make up for the difference in numbers with Lil Antsys, but at the end of the day, they only had the stats of a Rank B monster, so it took them much too long to kill the enemy, which were evenly matched at Rank B. They were great for situations where the Gamers could take their time and slowly work through an enemy force, but not so much under these particular circumstances.
Through the eyes of the Bird E Allen was monitoring the entire battlefield with, he noticed the Demon Lord Army making contact with the eastern and western ends of the north wall and the elves putting up a desperate resistance.
Oh! The Spirit User’s also fighting!
Gatoluuga was standing on the eastern end of the north wall, fighting with the help of what looked like a floating stuffed doll and a fairy with exquisite wings. The pace at which he was finishing off monsters more than validated his title as Rohzenheim’s strongest fighter.
Oh hey, it’s my first time seeing a spirit— Or not. Right, Rohzen’s a spirit too. Okay, focus. Ugh, I’m burning through my magic stones so quickly. For now, I should probably replace a few Antsys with Doras.
Each Dragon B required twenty-nine Rank B magic stones to make. What’s more, the fewer Insect Bs—and by extension, the fewer Lil Antsys—there were, the more attacks that would be redirected to the Dragon Bs. And every time a Dragon B got done in, Allen had to use more magic stones to replace it. However, what was most important now was the pace at which they were killing the enemy, so he decided to place his bets on Dragon B, which could use its Ability with no limitations.
As expected, the monsters had learned to focus on the dragons, and Allen needed to continuously make more. However, right before each one died, Allen made sure that it used its Awakened Ability first. To go down without ever using Hellfire of Fury would have been an enormous waste.
The more Allen expended stones, the more monsters died. However, the fact that the Dragon Bs were dying so quickly also spoke volumes about just how powerful these enemies were.
I have to take my hat off to them. At this pace, I’m gonna run out of magic stones in no time.
“Krena and Dogora, focus on the Rank A monsters! Cecil, Volmaar, Doras, Antsys—the Rank Bs are yours!”
“Sure thing! We got this!” Krena’s cheerful answer gave Allen a modicum of relief.
The legion of Rank B monsters was steadily being culled by Cecil’s magic and Volmaar’s arrows, with the Doras and Antsys providing support however they could. After the Summons exhausted the Rank A monsters, Krena and Dogora then summarily finished them off.
My magic stones won’t last me another thirty minutes, let alone an hour. Damn, and I thought my plan would work.
Just as Allen’s stock plunged below 5,000, the Bird E in the sky noticed an elf running toward Tiamo parallel to the monsters, carrying a large sack over his shoulder. His entire body was enveloped in a heat haze, indicating that he was using his Extra Skill.
OH! THEY’RE HEEEERE!
The elf had asked himself why he was doing this. Rohzenheim was in crisis right now, and he could not understand how his orders contributed to the battle in any way. As a scout, he would not have even minded if he were told to infiltrate one of the towns taken by the Demon Lord Army to gather intel. And if it led to protecting the life of his queen, he would even give up his own life without complaint. That said, his superiors’ orders were absolute. Despite feeling qualms about what he was doing, he had indeed filled a bag to the brim as he had been told and ran all the way back to Tiamo.
Despair washed over him as he came up on the remnants of the third wall and saw how it was now swamped with monsters. Then he noticed that the city wall beyond was as yet unbreached. After heaving a sigh of relief, the scout changed course, deciding to circle around to the east gate. The main gate was shut tight, so he dashed through the small door at the side for gatekeepers. He continued running through the city at top speed, streaking down streets—normally filled with the hustle and bustle of life but now entirely deserted—as he made his way north. When he reached the north gate, he found the colonel in command of all the scouts waiting for him.
Without stopping to catch his breath, the soldier saluted his superior and shouted, “I’ve brought the magic stones!”
“Well done!” the colonel replied. “Now go to Lord Allen and ask for his instructions!”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
During this exchange, the other elves were still desperately fending off the monsters from the walls. Healers were busily running to and fro casting their spells, Spirit Magic casters were firing off spells one after another, and the archers never let their hands rest as they loosed arrows like there was no tomorrow.
Despite knowing there was a horde of monsters beyond, the scout did not hesitate when heading out of the north gate through the side door.
Phew, they actually made it. I was this close to literally running out of magic stones. Like, I only have about a thousand left! Yes, come here, this way!
Allen was using his Summons to maintain a safe area immediately outside the gate. When the scout stepped through, he could immediately see where Allen was.
“Thank you for making it! Please throw all the magic stones into this hole!”
Right in front of Allen was a square hole in the ground measuring roughly a meter each side and around a meter deep.
“I’m sorry?”
“Hurry, please!”
“Yes, sir!”
Despite not understanding what he was doing, the elven scout did as he was told and began emptying his bag into the hole.
“Do you know how many you were carrying, by the way?”
“Around 5,000, sir.”
“You’ve been an enormous help.”
“I...see.”
The man was worried about the magic stones overflowing from the hole, but for some reason, they disappeared practically as soon as they went in. It was almost as if the hole did not actually have a bottom.
Heh heh heh, and this is how the elves will be able to help restock my magic stones even though they can’t see my grimoire.
This hole had been dug by Beast F, a Summon that looked like a mole. Allen’s grimoire lay at the bottom of this hole, opened up to the Storage page. He had Moley dig this hole because the elves would not be able to tell where his grimoire was otherwise.
Now I can continue fighting. Oh, here come more scouts! Yes, yes! Come to me!
Allen gleefully checked Bird E’s vision and spotted ten more elves with large sacks running over. Thanks to their Extra Skills, they approached with unbelievable speed and were through the north gate in no time at all.
“We’ve brought the stones!” they cried, then followed Allen’s instructions to empty their sacks into the hole in the ground. The sight of the magic stones seemingly being swallowed up did raise questions in their minds, but they continued carrying out their duties in silence.
“Thank you so very much,” Allen said, commending these men who had risked life and limb for this strategy from the bottom of his heart.
Scouts often received very unreasonable orders; for example, they were the ones who had confirmed the total number in the force invading Rohzenheim as well as made out the direction they were heading. This was why it was often said that they were usually the first to die on the battlefield. When Allen learned all this at the Academy, he found himself understanding why Dagrah, the former scout whom he had fought during Cecil’s kidnapping, had come to hate the world and the nobles who served as his superiors and why he had decided to degrade himself by becoming an assassin.
In any case, I’m now back to over 50,000 Rank B magic stones, and there’s still more on the way.
It was not long after that the second group of scouts arrived. This time, there were more than thirty of them.
The tactic used by the Demon Lord Army this time was very simple: they would overwhelm the city where the queen was believed to be located with sheer numbers. That was it.
This was why Allen decided to keep things simple too. First, he and his party would spend three days and nights killing as many monsters as they could. When the Demon Lord Army passed them, they would then just circle back to the front again. As a result, the course taken by the enemy host was littered with the corpses of the 400,000 monsters killed by the No-life Gamers. It was a literal trail of death that stretched all the way to the north.
The task of the 3,000 scouts was to harvest the magic stones from these corpses. Then the one hundred with Extra Skills that further increased their Agility stat would gather up the stones and carry them over.
In short, Allen had asked to borrow troops to replenish his stock of magic stones.
Sure enough, there was now a steady stream of elves running to Tiamo, bringing with them bags and bags of magic stones. One by one, all one hundred of them emptied their bags into the hole in an unending stream.
I’ve more than 300,000 stones now. All right, time to get started.
Allen deleted all the Dragon B cards he had out at the moment to create new ones, then Summoned all twenty in one go.
“Doras, we’re ready. It’s time to go ham on Hellfire of Fury!”
“We’ve been waiting, Master!”
The dragons all flashed smug grins, then opened their massive jaws as if sucking in the air. Then a light several times more luminous than their Abilities gathered in their mouths before bursting forward the next instant in roaring billows of fire that turned almost a thousand monsters before them to mere ash. Their simultaneous breath attacks did not burn the enemy so much as they simply erased them.
Then Allen deleted the Dragon B cards and used Quick Summoning to call forth fresh Doras once again. Each Dragon B could only use its Awakened Ability once per day. This was why Allen was going to all this trouble, but this process burned through magic stones at an incredible rate. Now, however, Allen had more than enough to sustain this strategy.
“Let’s keep this up! Hellfire of Fury, FIIIIRE!”
“You got it, Master!”
Allen was consciously managing how many magic stones he was using based on the situation. During the first siege of Tiamo, his stock had gone down to around 1,000, so he had gone with the tactic of using Insect Bs to trap the enemy in a pincer attack. When delaying the force of a million, he had chosen to use more Dragon Bs in order to increase the pace at which his group was killing the monsters, and this had cost him around 20,000 magic stones per day.
Now, however, he could afford to go all out. Each time he Summoned a fresh batch of Dragon Bs, he spent 580 magic stones, which added up to around 50,000 per hour.
For the first time since the start of this battle, the elven side began pushing back the Demon Lord Army. The pace at which they were killing the monsters had finally exceeded the pace at which the monsters were rushing forward to attack.
Still perched on his Bird B, Allen slowly pushed forward, inviting monsters to enter the range of the Dragon Bs’ Awakened Ability. After a while, he finally retook the third stone wall. Soon enough, not a single monster was left standing north of Tiamo.
Allen called out to his companions, “There’s still about 100,000 that passed us on the sides. We’re circling around to the west now!”
“That’s right, this ain’t over just yet!” Dogora shouted back. His morale had been high throughout this entire fight.
The reason Allen chose to go to the west was because Spirit User Gatoluuga was on the eastern edge. He figured that the west side needed their help more.
“Th-They’re not human...” murmured one of the soldiers who had watched the No-life Gamers fight from atop the city walls. Even though he ought to have felt relieved now that the monsters were all dead, he found himself trembling instead. He had just witnessed a power beyond mortal understanding raze the Demon Lord Army to nothing in the blink of an eye. It had been a literal massacre.
It was not long after that the bells of Tiamo began to toll in triumph. The city had defeated an army of one million.
Chapter 8: Strategy Meeting (Part 2)
All in all, Allen had expended around 200,000 Rank B magic stones in the siege battle. Of the one million monsters that had marched on Tiamo, the No-Life Gamers had killed 400,000 over three days through their efforts to delay the Army, then an additional 400,000 on the day of battle. The remaining 200,000 had fled Tiamo and were now scattered throughout the land, entirely drained of motivation to fight and reduced to nothing more than mere beasts. It was no exaggeration to say that the second siege of Tiamo had ended once more in a resounding victory for the elves.
The feat was so shocking that it took some time for the generals just to come to terms with what they had heard in Allen’s report. Of course, this was extremely felicitous news that would raise the entire nation’s morale, and so it was promptly proclaimed throughout Tiamo and transmitted to Nest and the other cities through Allen’s Summons.
Even after night had fallen, cries of “Long live the Sovereign of Spirits!” and “Long live Her Majesty!” rang out across town. Just as before, Allen’s name and involvement was being kept under wraps, so all credit went to the Sovereign of Spirits for his miracle and to the soldiers who had put their lives on the line for the sake of their queen. Minstrels strummed their lyres as the elves danced and downed wine from wooden cups. For the first time in a long while, a semblance of normalcy had returned to the city.
In sharp contrast with the festivities outside, however, tension hung heavy in the air inside the queen’s audience chamber. The No-life Gamers, who were here to report on the results of the day’s battle and to discuss the next step, found themselves facing a very uneasy room.
Some of the generals were muttering among themselves.
“Th-They’re back...”
“Don’t be afraid. They’re on our side.”
“I kn-know that. But you weren’t on the walls. You didn’t see it with your own eyes. Their power doesn’t belong in the hands of an ordinary person.”
After a nice bath and a delicious meal, I can’t help but feel sleepy. Ah, the Sovereign of Spirit’s fast asleep as always. He’s even all splayed out with his belly wide open.
The flying squirrel was sleeping in the lap of the elven queen, looking as defenseless as a domesticated pet. Allen had done a double take before he remembered that this animal was the Sovereign of Spirits.
“You have done well yet again. On behalf of all the elves, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Lord Allen.”
“Your words honor me, Your Majesty. Unfortunately, due to the urgency of the situation, I was unable to think of a more suitable strategy. I am relieved that we managed to protect Tiamo regardless.”
Seriously, it was super touch and go at times. Every part of the resistance effort had been stretched to the absolute limit. If the Demon Lord Army had attacked with a force of two million, we would have been done for. Thank god they decided to prioritize speed and didn’t build up their numbers any further. They thought one million would be enough, and they paid for that mistake in judgment.
Allen continued, “Of course, we won only because everyone worked together.”
Of the one million monsters, 800,000 had been killed by the Gamers. However, Allen fully understood that the elven scouts’ support and the teamwork of those manning the northern wall contributed in no small part to this victory.
On another note, I’m now Lvl. 63 thanks to the battle, but Deputize is still sealed.
Allen had been earning XP practically nonstop ever since he had arrived on the Rohzenheim continent, with the amount being incomparably higher than from dungeon delving in Academy City to boot. He had gained eight levels since his fight with Helmios at the tournament, back when he had been only Lvl. 55. Even so, the skill Deputize was still marked as “sealed” on his Status page in his grimoire.
“Now, what are you thinking of doing next, Lord Allen?” Grand Marshal Siguul asked from his position next to the queen.
The way Allen saw it, Rohzenheim was the elves’ country. As such, they should make their own decisions. However, there was no way to avoid answering a direct question.
“Before that, please allow me to first lay out our current situation. After today, we have officially killed more than half of the Demon Lord Army’s numbers.”
“That is so. The reports from our men did mention there are only 1,570,000 of them left now.”
“However, I highly doubt the Demon Lord Army will just back down after this. Rather, they’ll very likely direct their reserves our way and come up with a new tactic.”
The speed at which the Demon Lord Army had retreated from their first loss, regrouped, and launched a new attack remained fresh in Allen’s mind. If he had not dogged the retreating force himself as they headed north, he would have been caught completely unawares by how quickly they immediately turned back.
“What shall we do, then?” the queen asked.
Everyone else understood what Allen was capable of and also hung on to his next words.
“Our top priority should be to secure a position that can withstand even greater numbers than what we faced this time.”
Grand Marshal Siguul immediately caught on. “Are you referring to Castle Lapolka?”
“Yes, sir,” Allen nodded.
The elven capital, Fortenia, was surrounded by a massive mountain range with peaks that towered far above those in Allen’s previous world. And close by, nestled between summits so high that the common description “natural fortifications” was an understatement, stood multiple castles famous worldwide for never having fallen until the arrival of the Demon Lord Army.
One such castle, located ten days away from Tiamo by horseback, was Castle Lapolka. This was the target that Allen had set his sights on next.
“It is true that we would need a castle to withstand such a great host,” Siguul agreed thoughtfully. “However, all four major cities as well as other smaller settlements along the road to Lapolka are currently in the demons’ hands. Our reports indicate that there are tens of thousands of monsters still stationed within each city. Should we not take care of them first?”
“That’s a fair point. It’s true that 400,000 of the one million that attacked today had been siphoned from various occupied settlements, making those places undermanned. However, we currently do not have the time or resources to spend on retaking settlements not crucial to the war effort.”
Attention directed toward other cities would be attention that could have been focused on Lapolka. If even one of the four million reserve forces was added to the original attacking troops and they all came knocking before the elves could recapture Lapolka, then things would truly be over for Rohzenheim.
Grand Marshal Siguul mulled over Allen’s words. After a while, he looked up, his eyes shining with the awareness that he was making a choice that would decide the future of the country.
“You are right—it is time to attack and retake Castle Lapolka with all we have. We will gather all the soldiers on standby in Nest and the other cities to form an attacking force of 300,000.”
Wow, half of all their forces. That’s a lot. He really is going all in. “Thank you very much, Grand Marshal. How long would the process take?”
“With all the magic ships flying at max capacity, the force would be ready to begin its march from Tiamo in six—no, in five days.”
Five days before they set off, then about another ten days to reach Lapolka. So, fifteen total. Wait, no, they’ll definitely be attacked by monsters along the way, so it’ll take even longer. Looks like time is our biggest enemy right now.
Maneuvering armies took time. Even if they ignored all the other cities along the way, the elves would still need half a month to get to Lapolka.
Allen began racking his brains for ideas to shorten that time while replying, “Understood. In that time, my party and I will hunt down the monsters still near Tiamo. I’ll also think of a way to capture Castle Lapolka.”
The 200,000 monsters that had fled the second siege battle of Tiamo were now in small clusters scattered around the vicinity. Part of Allen worried about them bumping into the elven army and wasting their time, but a bigger part of him was thinking how convenient it was that the monsters were now in small units that were much easier to annihilate and harvest magic stones from.
Would it make sense to say that we’ll be killing two monsters with one stone? Hm...nah, it doesn’t work that way.
Distribution of the Magic Stones from the 800,000 Monster Casualties
400,000 went to Allen (of which 200,000 were expended during the siege itself)
200,000 went to Rohzenheim (of which 100,000 were used to power magic ships and 100,000 were exchanged for Blessings of Heaven)
200,000 were disintegrated by the Dragon Bs’ breath attacks
Allen figured that if he were to kill the fleeing monsters, he would make the elven army’s march that much smoother and add to his stock of magic stones. It was agreed that he would get to keep all the Rank A magic stones.
The boy turned to the Spirit B in the room and directed a message to her without speaking out loud. Ellie, I want three of you to infiltrate Castle Lapolka ahead of the main force and gather intel on the inside.
The Summon nodded in understanding, then slipped out through the wall behind her.
Allen was already moving to prepare for the next fight.
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The day after the second siege of Tiamo found the No-life Gamers ten kilometers to the north of Tiamo.
“You’ve already made a lot. You still need more?”
“This time, we’re the ones going on the attack, so we’ll probably need a lot more than before.”
Allen was, once again, making Blessings of Heaven on the back of a Bird B while sitting face-to-face with Cecil. He was continuously calling forth what looked like peaches with hands and legs, then making them use their Awakened Skill on top of a planter he was holding. The next moment, the Summons turned into meter-tall trees that then quickly bore fruit. It was Cecil’s job to gather those fruits when they tumbled into the pot and throw them into Storage.
Rohzenheim had gained 200,000 magic stones yesterday, half of which Allen now needed to convert into 20,000 Blessings of Heaven. The elves had been fighting defensively all this time, relying on their tall walls and fortifications. Going forward, however, they would have to seize the future of their country with their own hands, and doing so would increase the risk of dying to much higher than before. Blessings of Heaven would be critical to that process, thanks to their ability both to bring troops on the verge of death back to full health and to restore soldiers’ MP so they could maintain their damage output.
“You really haven’t changed at all,” Cecil noted.
“What do you mean?”
“Back when you let go of your mithril mining rights, you didn’t ask for anything in return then either.”
Back when Cecil’s family, House Granvelle, had been backed into a tight corner by a scheme arranged by their rival, House Carnel, Allen had relinquished his rights to a mithril mine he had personally discovered. While it might have seemed like Allen was always up to no good, he was most certainly very choosy about whom he demanded payment from.
At the end of that incident, the only reward Allen received was the official title of “guest of House Granvelle.” As someone who fully grasped her family’s financial situation, Cecil knew it was the absolute best that they had to offer, but it definitely did not seem like much in light of what he could have demanded.
“Well, there’s no point shaking sleeves you don’t have, right? Now that would be a waste of time and effort,” Allen replied.
“Is that a saying?”
Allen explained how this idiom from Japan meant that one cannot spend what one does not have, to which Cecil nodded in understanding.
Rohzenheim was currently an extremely destitute country. Seventy percent of its land had fallen to the Demon Lord Army, and many of its cities had been put to the torch. It was going to need many long years to restore the country to its former prosperity.
Giamut had realized this and promptly sent over foodstuffs and other supplies. By doing so, Rohzenheim would then owe them a deep debt of gratitude, one that Giamut could leverage when negotiating lower prices for the otherwise very expensive elven healing squads as well as to gain access to the previously unobtainable elven elixirs. This had been discussed at the strategy meetings held in Rohzenheim over the past few days. Since he understood the situation, Allen was gifting the Blessings of Heaven without asking for anything in return.
“Oh! A group of them’s come into view. There’s about 30,000 there, I’d say?”
The three Ellies have been flying since last night, so they should be arriving soon too. In the meantime, I’ll focus on raising my own level.
The Deputize skill was still sealed even though Allen was now Lvl. 63. He had no idea how high his level had to be to gain access to it, but it was not like leveling too much would be a problem. He decided to focus his attention on killing as many monsters as possible.
“Lady Cecil, may I request you open with the starting shot?”
“Indeed, you may.”
After having a little bit of fun playacting, Cecil stood up on Bird B’s back. She then cast her Extra Skill, Petit Meteor, signaling the start of the party’s hunt for the remnants of the Demon Lord Army.
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Much farther north of the Gamers was a different group composed of three Spirit Bs and one each of Birds F, E, and D. They were still pushing north at the moment just as Allen had ordered them to.
“It’s come into view,” Ellie murmured.
The squad had just discovered a fortified city built into the side of a mountain. It was missing many of the functions found in normal cities, but it had more than enough space to house 300,000 elves.
This was indeed Castle Lapolka. Allen examined it closely through Sharing.
It isn’t gonna be easy taking this place down. But once we capture it, we’ll have a straight line to Fortenia.
A carriage setting off from Lapolka would be able to reach the fallen capital in five days.
Distance from Nest, the Southernmost City, to the Rest of Rohzenheim By Carriage
30 days: Tiamo
40 days: Castle Lapolka
45 days: Fortenia
110 days: northernmost fortress
“This continent’s actually pretty big, huh?”
Allen had been told that Rohzenheim was an island country on the smallest of the five continents in this world, but its size was still nothing to scoff at. By his estimates, its surface area was slightly more than Australia was back in his old world. Considering how the Central Continent was supposedly three times larger than Rohzenheim, Allen shuddered to imagine how much trouble Helmios had protecting the northern battlefront.
Allen continued watching as the Spirit Bs discovered the castle gate. It was guarded by two Rank A monsters more than ten meters tall.
Ah, I recognize these armor-type monsters. They showed up every once in a while as Rank A dungeon bosses. They’re called great warriors, right?
Several of the eyeball-bats that had been surveilling Tiamo when Allen first arrived were now keeping a lookout in the skies above the castle town. He had never encountered them before in a dungeon, so it was likely they were monsters unique to the Demon Lord Army.
Thinking quickly, Allen told his Summons, Don’t go in from the main gate. And you might get spotted if you stay in the sky, so first land, then find a good place and just slip in.
“Your will is my command,” Ellie replied in a small voice only audible to Allen, then landed behind a mountain out of view of the bats. Because he had heard Lapolka was massive, Allen had sent three Spirit Bs so they could split up to cover more ground.
I see, so it’s packed with monsters inside the fortress walls.
Eventually, all three Spirit Bs had successfully slipped in through the walls without raising any alarms. The bird-type Summons remained perched in a tree outside to maintain their surveillance.
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The first thing the Ellies saw was monsters strutting about the fortress like they owned the place.
Many elves had lost their lives during the Demon Lord Army’s sweep south as they overran fortresses and settlements along the way until they even overtook Fortenia, the capital. The soldiers who manned Lapolka had figured that they would not be able to count on reinforcements even if they were to barricade themselves inside the fortress, so they had hastily abandoned the place and retreated to Tiamo.
And thanks to that decision, the place still functions as a perfectly adequate fortress. I see signs of battle here and there, but they’re mostly minor.
As the Spirit Bs continued wandering around, one suddenly met the gaze of a skeleton holding a sword. She gave it a brief smile and walked past it, but it did not attack her. It apparently did not perceive her as an enemy.
Phew. I thought it’d work, but it’s still a relief getting confirmation. My heart skipped a beat when Ellie met its eyes back there.
Back when Allen had learned about Rohzenheim’s plight at the Academy, he already figured he would eventually have to retake the settlements that had already been lost. Such operations went much smoother if there was a way to gather intel on the target location, and there was no better Summon for this role than Spirit B. This was why Allen had used Ellie only for communication purposes so far and had never revealed her in battle. All this effort was a ploy to keep her existence hidden from the enemy for as long as possible.
Sure enough, the monsters, who knew nothing about the Spirit Bs, saw them as allies just now. As long as the Summons did nothing to provoke the monsters, they had free access to the entire compound.
Good, that’s good. All of you, head for the biggest building. The leader should be there.
“Your will is our command, Master.” The three Spirit Bs obediently headed to the center of the fortress.
I don’t really see any large monsters. Makes sense, as this place was built to scale for the elves. It’s mostly monsters like skeletons all around. Conveniently enough, that makes the Ellies fit in even better.
Now that they knew they would not be attacked, the Summons proceeded with surer steps. As expected, the biggest monsters they passed were only twice the size of humans at most; gigantic monsters such as dragons were nowhere to be seen. This meant that there were mainly weapon-wielding skeletons and empty robes floating in midair about.
After checking out the city that was protected by tall, sturdy walls for a while, the three Spirit Bs finally reached the building where the boss seemed most likely to be staying. Seeing that the entrance was guarded, Allen ordered one Spirit B to walk inside and the other two search for ways for the elves to infiltrate this fortress. The monsters on guard shot Ellie a glance as she unflinchingly walked past them but they returned to looking straight ahead right away.
Okay, Ellie, first head to the kitchen.
“Your will is my command.”
Ellie wandered the first floor a while, but then quickly found the kitchen on the second. When she walked into it—her head held high so as to not arouse suspicion—a pig on two legs wearing a chef’s hat and apron came out and yelled at her.
“What’s the matter?! Dinner is still a while off, oink!” he roared, stunning the Summon a little.
Allen instructed her, in between hunting a group of deserter monsters and making more Blessings of Heaven, to act timid and claim she had been ordered to bring tea.
As ordered, the Spirit B hesitantly said out loud, “Um, I was told to bring tea...”
“What? To grumpy old Lord Glaster, oink?”
Is Glaster the name of the boss of this fortress? Or is it the one leading all the monsters currently in Rohzenheim?
Allen told Ellie to nod several times. When he saw that, the pig-faced chef snorted in a huff. Apparently Glaster was in a bad mood at the moment.
“I just made food for him, oink! No idea who got the funny idea to send him tea, but they should’ve come ask for it themselves, oink!”
Gah, all the “oinks” that he’s adding to the end of his sentences are so distracting I can’t focus on what he’s saying.
“C-Could I trouble you to make it anyway?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it, just gimme a sec, oink. By the way, don’t think I’ve seen you before, oink. You new here, oink? You sure picked the short straw being assigned to serve Lord Glaster, oink.”
Ellie’s acting seemed to have paid off, seeing how the pig-faced chef gave her a few words of sympathy while throwing together a tray with three cups, a teapot, and some snacks. Thanks to him jumping to conclusions, Ellie was going to get access to the big boss here, Glaster, much easier than Allen had thought.
This confirms it: the monsters can’t tell the difference between themselves and my Summons. After my Appraisal Ceremony when I was five, Elmea did say that the Summoner class still had bugs to work out.
Allen had given some thought as to how monsters differentiated allies from enemies. In this world, monsters did not hesitate to attack other monsters. He had personally witnessed orcs attacking great boars back in Granvelle. Similarly, during the night attack on the forces besieging Tiamo, he had seen many monsters finish off nearly dead allies and feed on their corpses. Clearly, there was nothing in place forcing monsters to only attack non-monsters.
The reason why the Demon Lord Army was composed of only Rank B and higher monsters was, according to academia, because those in Rank C and below were not strong enough to pose a significant threat to well-trained soldiers. However, Allen knew that a Rank C monster could still easily end the life of a Talentless soldier, so he had a different theory. He thought that the Rank B threshold was because that was the minimum rank at which monsters had sufficient Intelligence to understand orders and know not to attack each other out of the blue—at least under normal circumstances.
“Here, take this, oink.”
The chef handed the tray over.
“U-Um, may I ask which way I’m supposed to go?”
“Oh right, you’re new, oink. Go out, take the stairs you’ll see and go up to the fourth floor, then go straight, oink. You’ll see it. They just might kill you if you take your time, though, so hurry, oink.”
“Thank you very much.”
Propping the tray up with one hand, Ellie left the kitchen and followed the instructions she was given to find herself in front of a large pair of double doors. She slipped inside to see a spacious, dimly lit room. Several figures were seated around a table in the center, indicating that this was a meeting room.
Oh! Are they demons? Or Demonic Deities?
Allen was getting excited from what he was seeing through Sharing. At the Academy, he had learned that the Demon Lord had demons and Demonic Deities under his command. However, it was only through Helmios’s efforts that the mortal races first learned of the existence of these beings, so there was almost no information on them.
A closer look revealed that the one sitting at the far end of the table had the appearance of a man in his fifties with goatlike horns, dark skin, and purple hair. The expression on his face made it clear he was in a terrible mood.
Beside him was a younger man who also had goatlike horns, dark skin, and purple hair. This one looked quite troubled, probably because of how the older man seemed on the verge of blowing his top.
On the opposite side of the younger man was a bulky man who would probably be three meters tall if he stood up. He alone had the face of a hyena. It was hard to read his facial expression because of this, but unlike the other two, he had a calmer air about him.
Interesting. So these guys are demons. If that’s the case, does that mean demons can be classified between having dark skin and purple hair or being beast-like in appearance? Oh, was that chef earlier a demon too, then? He could converse normally and seemed pretty different from the average orc or troll.
“Mm? Who’re you?”
While Allen was busy with his thoughts, the older man at the head of the table noticed Ellie and glared at her.
This time, act confidently.
“Apologies for disturbing, my lord. I was ordered to bring you tea.” Ellie flashed an elegant smile.
“Oh, that’s a good idea. Lord Glaster, let’s take a break. You there, girl, give us all a cup.”
So the older guy is Glaster. Does the one who just spoke have a name too?
While the younger man good-naturedly prompted Ellie to serve them, the one with a hyena face stayed silent, keeping his arms crossed.
Ellie turned around with her back to the three to prepare the cups. When she tilted the teapot, a thick purple liquid flowed out.
What’s this? A smoothie? Is it healthy?
As Allen stared at the tea that looked the furthest thing from delicious, a bang rang out behind Ellie’s back.
BAM!
It was Glaster slamming a fist into the table. He had done so hard enough that his hand was almost buried in the wood.
“The report comes first, Neftira! We have to explain to Lord Rehzel in Fortenia why we lost the battle, but you’ve yet to submit your report! I was told that he could wait no longer and that he has already requested reinforcements from the main headquarters!”
“I’m sorry,” the younger man replied meekly. “Almost all the Rank A monsters are dead, so we’ve pretty much lost all control over our Rank B ones.”
Okay, so the younger one’s name is Neftira. And even the Demon Lord Army uses the ranking system when describing the monsters. But most importantly, Glaster’s last line... So it’s already been decided that reinforcements are coming. Considering how we’ve already killed pretty much half the forces in Rohzenheim, I guess it makes sense.
According to reports, the Demon Lord Army currently had four million monsters on standby. When would they be arriving? How many of them would be coming? Allen continued listening in by Sharing his Summon’s senses.
The hyena-faced man spoke up. “As I said, the Sovereign of Spirits probably turned into the God of Spirits, huff. That made the elves strong enough to beat us, huff.”
“I feel like you’re reaching a bit there, Yagof. It should be a while yet before the Sovereign has enough Worship Points. And even if he has been promoted, it shouldn’t have made the elves that much stronger.”
“Then what if the Spirit User was actually a Grand Spirit User, huff? Or maybe a High Tamer was born among the elves, huff? The reports mentioned giant ants and dragons fighting for the enemy, huff.”
“God of Spirits.” “Worship Points.” “High Tamer.” Words that Allen had never heard before were being mentioned in quick succession. He could somewhat guess at their meaning, but he could not fully understand them.
All these new words are making me so excited!
While still fighting monsters on his end, Allen tried to sort through all the information he had just gained.
First, of the three demons there, the oldest one’s name was Glaster and he was very likely the leader. The one who looked like him but younger and with longer hair was Neftira. Then lastly, the hyena-faced one who kept adding huff to the end of his sentences was Yagof. And Rehzel the Demonic Deity was the commander overseeing the entire force attacking Rohzenheim.
Neftira waved his hand dismissively at Yagof’s theory. “It’s impossible for there to be a Tamer capable of overwriting His Majesty’s Monster Subordination, no matter how superior their Talent may be. And if the elves had a Grand Spirit User with them, we wouldn’t have been able to get this far to begin with.”
Judging by the name, “Monster Subordination” must be an unbreakable contract—a curse, maybe?—that the Demon Lord has with all the monsters in this world. Looks like they’re really confused why my Summons, which they think are monsters, are fighting against them instead of with them.
Glaster continued listening to Neftira and Yagof exchange theories with his brows drawn together in a deep scowl.
“Here you go, my lords.”
Allen had told Ellie to take her time pouring the tea so as to gather as much intel as possible, but it would seem suspicious if she were too slow. When the timing seemed right, she set cups down in front of each of the three demons.
Seems like they know a lot less about me than I had thought. Well, that is why we’ve made it a priority to first take down all the eyeball bats at the start of each battle.
It was Volmaar’s duty to shoot down the bats, and Allen had never seen him miss a single one within his range of a kilometer. Even so, there had been times when the party had landed in order to fight the Army’s monsters in person, so Allen had expected at least some information about him to have leaked. Perhaps their thoroughness in wiping out monsters for the sake of farming magic stones had played a huge part in this.
“So what you’re basically saying is that, in the end, we know nothing!” Glaster roared. It was clear to him that they still had no idea why they had lost and that the conversation was simply looping around meaninglessly.
The Demon Lord Army had swiftly shifted tactics after their first major loss, coming back almost immediately with the one-million-strong host. This had led Allen to suspect that the demons had a spy among the elven generals or Elders who was leaking information to them. For all he knew, the reason why the demons moved so quickly was because they had been alarmed by the healing that the elves had suddenly gained access to. Given all this, one goal of this infiltration mission was to also determine the identities of any such moles. As it turned out, however, his fears had been unfounded.
Even the weakest demons were the equal of Rank A monsters, with some being closer to Rank S. The total stats of a Rank A monster were usually within the range of 3,000 to 6,000, meaning that underestimating the demons would usually end terribly.
As Allen became occupied with his thoughts again, Neftira turned to give Ellie a better look. “You’re a new face. What’s your name?”
Without faltering in the slightest, the Spirit B gave the name that Allen had assigned her. “It’s Ellie, my lord.”
“I see. What do you think, Ellie? Why do you think our army of one million lost?”
“I cannot presume to know. But if you want my conjecture...”
“Mm? You have one? Sure, more input can’t hurt.”
“Perhaps the Hero from Giamut has come?”
“No, that’s impossible. He’s currently on the Central Continent. The two million sent to Giamut were meant to keep him there, after all.”
Ellie’s suggestion was immediately denied by Neftira, who then turned to Glaster as if looking for confirmation. The older man nodded without saying anything.
Interesting, this confirms that they’re in communication with the forces on the Central Continent somehow. Okay, Ellie, now see if you can prompt them to talk about their next strategy.
“Then how about this, my lords: I have heard that Rohzenheim has access to recovery items that they call elven elixirs. What if they are using these elixirs to bring their troops back from the verge of death, and we, not knowing this, lost due to letting our guard down?”
Neftira crossed his arms. “Elven elixirs, huh... Yagof did mention that just now.”
“I did, huff,” Yagof confirmed. “The enemies were obviously too numerous, huff. If their wounded did not return, they would not have been able to put up a fight, huff.”
“If that conjecture is correct, they might have even more of these elixirs on hand.” Neftira rubbed his chin. “The same strategy might fail again next time.”
Glaster nodded again, then spoke up. “Naturally. That is why Lord Rehzel has ordered that we attack both over land from the north and from the sea to the south next.”
So they changed up their tactics again. And this time, they’re even coming from the sea... Ellie, try to get more out of them without raising their suspicions.
With the tray in hand, Ellie stepped back and took up position next to the door, acting like a maidservant. The demons continued their conversation having already forgotten about her.
“From the sea, is it?” Neftira asked. “As in, the army will be riding on the backs of monsters that can swim?”
“That’s right. At the southernmost tip of the continent is a port city named Nest—that’s where the majority of the elves have evacuated to. Lord Rehzel’s instructions were to take that city first to fill the army’s stomachs, then to march north.”
The Demon Lord Army apparently also had tools that they were using to maintain constant contact between Fortenia and the Army’s headquarters. According to Glaster, it was about time for headquarters to decide whether to send the reserves to Rohzenheim or to the Central Continent, the latter of which was putting up a fierce resistance despite supposedly losing their elven healers.
The Army did want to push further into Giamut, but they had ultimately decided to prioritize Rohzenheim, as they had already finished conquering more than half the country. Consequently, reserves would be sent to bolster the war effort here in order to launch a pincer attack, striking the northern front and Nest at the same time. By now, almost everyone who had been displaced by the war were gathered in the one city, bringing its population to around two million. If the monsters managed to take that city down, they could feed on the elves as food, reducing the burden to create a supply train for the force.
So they’re attacking from two different directions this time... Well, as they said, they realized just throwing more bodies at us isn’t good enough. This strategy would also be effective if their other guesses, like the elves having a Grand Spirit User, were true.
Even if the elves had possessed a particularly powerful fighter, this fighter still would not be able to be in two places at the same time. Allen was surprised that the Demon Lord Army already had a new strategy so soon. He felt very keenly aware of the fact that he was facing off against enemies whose Intelligence was in the thousands.
Ellie, continue staying with these monsters. Serve them while gathering whatever information you can.
“Your will is my command,” the Spirit B murmured under her breath.
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This whole time, Allen had been chasing down groups of the monsters that had fled into the countryside around Tiamo. He was now over ten kilometers north of the city.
“Hmm, maybe we really should ask the elves to gather the magic stones instead of doing it ourselves.”
“Because we don’t have time?”
“Yeah. The Demon Lord Army’s already come up with a new plan.”
Standing next to 20,000 monster corpses, Allen proceeded to share what he had just learned with the rest of his companions.
Being the first to comprehend the situation, Sophie replied via a Summon, “You mean to say that the demons at Castle Lapolka are commanding all the monsters currently in Rohzenheim?”
“That’s right,” Allen confirmed. “However, there’s apparently a Demonic Deity in Fortenia as well. And he’s supposedly in very close contact with the chain of command over on the Forgotten Continent.”
“Well, are the demons strong?” Dogora asked. That was all that mattered to him.
Judging based on the information he currently held, Allen replied, “We were told at the Academy that demons are roughly as strong as Rank A monsters, and that seems about right. The big boss called Glaster, however, is probably quite a bit stronger than the other two.” Of course, Allen also noted that all he had seen Glaster do was drink tea and complain, so there was no way to know for sure.
“And you mentioned there being a Demonic Deity too?”
“Yep. His name is Rehzel, and he’s probably the highest-ranked commander for the forces attacking Rohzenheim.”
As she listened to the conversation and stared at all the corpses, Krena dejectedly said, “I couldn’t do it this time either.” The fact that she was still having trouble fully activating her Extra Skill was such a shock to her that none of what Allen had just said registered in her mind.
“Krena, you can definitely do it. Believe in yourself,” Allen replied.
“But I’ve already tried so many times.”
“Don’t worry about that. You can definitely do it. Who decided that you can’t?”
Looks like she’s really struggling with it. But it is true that Krena still hasn’t drawn out more than half the true worth of her Extra Skill. Once she actually masters it, it should make her as strong as the Hero in his natural state.
Once again, Allen took out his grimoire and compared Helmios’s and Krena’s Statuses.
Helmios’s Stats (Status + Class Skill Bonus + Equipment Bonus)
Attack: 10,400 (2,400 + 3,000 + 5,000)
Endurance: 10,400 (2,400 + 3,000 + 5,000)
Agility: 8,400 (2,400 + 3,000 + 3,000)
Krena’s Stats With Limit Break Active (Status + Class Skill Bonus + Limit Break + Equipment Bonus)
Attack: 10,200 (2,400 + 1,800 + 3,000 + 3,000)
Endurance: 9,500 (1,700 + 1,800 + 3,000 + 3,000)
Agility: 8,400 (1,600 + 1,800 + 3,000 + 2,000)
Krena was wearing two rings that each gave her +1,000 Agility. When she activated Limit Break during the tournament at the Academy, she seemed to have gotten nearly as strong as the Hero. If Sword Lord Krena and Hero Helmios were able to fight on equal footing with each other, Krena would probably have the upper hand thanks to her automatic healing.
“I can’t use my skills at all!” Krena cried. “My mind goes all blank and— Gyuuu!”
Allen interrupted Krena’s attempt at describing what it was like with Limit Break by pulling her cheeks. “Listen—who decided that it’s impossible to use skills when using Limit Break? Was it Elmea, the God of Creation? Or was it you, Krena?”
“M-Me, I guess?”
When Limit Break was activated, Krena would go completely berserk, cutting down anything that approached her. However, all she was doing was swinging her weapon around with normal attacks that relied solely on her sheer strength. This was nowhere near as powerful as Helmios, who had been able to almost slay a Rank B Stone Summon with a single attack. If Krena could learn how to use skills in her Limit Break state, it would make her twice or thrice as powerful.
“Don’t limit yourself. You definitely can use your skills!” Allen said once more, still playing with Krena’s cheeks.
*
For now, I have no basis, but I’ll continue encouraging Krena to keep at it. We do have a Demonic Deity battle waiting for us, after all.
“Okaaay. Thank you, Allen. I’ll keep trying!”
“Good. You don’t have that many tries, since you can only use it once a day. Krena, it’s time for some training from hell!”
“Roger that!” Krena replied cheerfully, using a response from Allen’s previous world that he had taught her.
“There they go again.” Keel and the rest of the Gamers sighed wryly. Dogora, as the only one who had yet to activate his Extra Skill, tightened his grip on his ax without a word.
Chapter 9: Assault on Castle Lapolka
“Is this everyone?”
“Indeed. We did as you asked, Lord Allen.”
On the fourth morning after the second siege of Tiamo, the No-life Gamers returned to Tiamo to regroup with the elven forces that would be marching on Castle Lapolka.
Thanks to the Spirit Bs, Allen knew that the Demon Lord Army was sending all four million reserves to Rohzenheim. Part of the forces were circling around south to attack Nest and then punch their way through northward, while the rest would simply be marching southward over land. The former group was already on its way. Neither Nest nor Tiamo were equipped to deal with the numbers that they would be facing. Given all this, seizing Castle Lapolka was of paramount importance.
Even though every battle Allen had participated in since coming to this continent had ended as a victory for the elves, the Demon Lord Army still kept the momentum of the war firmly on its side through its overwhelming numbers and responsiveness in tactics.
Before, the elven generals had told Allen that they needed five days to assemble a force of 200,000 elven soldiers and that the force would then need ten more days to reach Lapolka on foot—but even that would take far too long. Additionally, once they succeeded in taking back the fortress, they would still require more time to fully restore its defensive capabilities. If the Demon Lord Army were to catch them in the middle of this process, the elves would be done in for certain.
Allen watched the soldiers rushing about in a hurry while asking a general, “How many troops are ready right now? And how many Bow Masters and Spirit Wizards?”
“We have 50,000 men ready for battle. Of that number, 3,700 are Bow Masters and 3,900 are Spirit Wizards.”
I see, so there’s a total of 7,600 with two-star classes.
In light of the numbers he was given, Allen had an idea. “If my party clears the way, would it be possible to have these 50,000 reach Castle Lapolka in three days?”
“‘Clear...the way’?”
While giving it further consideration, Allen had realized that they would be too late if they waited the full five days for all the elven soldiers to get ready. Therefore, he was thinking of wiping out the 200,000 monsters that had retreated after their loss at Tiamo; this would create a safe passage for the magic ships. The Gamers had already spent the past three days dedicating themselves to this very task, bringing the number of roaming monsters down to under 20,000. They were now very scattered, making them that much harder to track down and annihilate. Allen was now proposing to lead the troops north and protect them should any of these free-roaming monsters decide to attack.
“What do you think, General?”
The elf gave his knee a quick slap in excitement. “Yes! The magic ships can be used that way.”
The original idea was for the elven force to march on land, but if they were guaranteed safe passage aboard a magic ship, then they could make the journey in two full days. From their landing point, they would have only a short distance to march before reaching Lapolka, therefore arriving within a max of three days.
“You plan on taking on Castle Lapolka with only 50,000 troops?!”
“Yes, General.”
The general looked straight into Allen’s eyes, then nodded. “Understood. We will have the troops board the magic ships immediately. Once everything is in order, I will board one of the ships as well. Lord Allen, we will be right behind you.”
Allen returned the general’s gaze head-on and nodded in turn. “You’re in safe hands.”
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A few hours later, eleven magic ships took off, ten carrying 5,000 soldiers each with the last one jam-packed with weapons and supplies. Rohzenheim’s greatest fighting strength, Gatoluuga, would also be participating in this assault on Castle Lapolka.
“Okay, we should get going too,” Allen said. “Cecil and Sophie, you two take care of the monsters that Volmaar doesn’t get to.”
“Understood, Lord Allen,” Sophie replied, looking happy about having received a task from him.
Without further ado, all the No-life Gamers mounted their Bird Bs and flew up in front of the magic ships. As always, Allen was at the head of the group, but Cecil was not the one riding with him this time.
“Volmaar, do your best,” Allen said encouragingly.
“Of course,” the elf replied in his usual deadpan manner.
Allen was sitting toward the rear, fully preoccupied with making Blessings of Heaven as always. Every so often, he used a Bird E’s Awakened Ability, Farsight, to check for monsters within a hundred-kilometer radius.
“There’s an eyeball bat to our right, slightly below us.”
“Got it.”
Allen would point out a monster, and once they got within a kilometer of it, Volmaar would dispassionately shoot it down. After all, a single magic ship sinking meant the loss of thousands of elven lives or precious supplies, all on top of losing the priceless vessel—practically all the magic ships in Rohzenheim were on loan from Giamut in exchange for elven healer squads. The burden of responsibility was great, but as expected of the one selected to be the princess’s bodyguard, Volmaar was carrying out his duties without breaking a sweat.
As I’d thought, Volmaar really is the best for long-distance attacks. His range is several times that of Cecil’s.
While feeling impressed, Allen checked his grimoire without stopping his hands.
Name: Volmaar
Age: 68
Class: Archer
Level: 60
HP: 1,322
MP: 716 + 1,000
Attack: 1,730 + 1,600
Endurance: 1,140
Agility: 727 + 600
Intelligence: 482
Luck: 783
Skills: Archer {6}, Keen Sight {6}, Long-Distance Target {6}, Strongbow {6}, Bull’s-Eye {6}, Treading {2}, Bow Mastery {6}
Extra Skill: Arrow of Light
Skill Levels
Archer: 6
Keen Sight: 6
Long-Distance Target: 6
Strongbow: 6
Bull’s-Eye: 6
The rings that Volmaar wore gave him +1,000 MP and +1,000 Attack, and thanks to his Keen Sight skill, he had especially sharp eyes. There were many others with this skill as well who were now on lookout duty aboard the magic ships.
“Seems like the monsters stationed within the occupied cities won’t come out to attack us,” Allen observed.
“They won’t?”
“Looks like it. Oh, we’re coming up on a few more bats. There and there.” Allen pointed toward the horizon. “A bit too far away right now; we’ll get to them once we’re closer.”
There were several settlements between Tiamo and Lapolka that had fallen to the Demon Lord Army. The monsters inside made no move to attack the passing ships, likely having orders from above to stay put. Still, the elves made sure to fly at a certain distance away; there was no point in unnecessarily provoking them, after all.
“Lord Allen,” Volmaar said abruptly without turning around from his seat in the front.
“Yes?” Allen, who had just refreshed his view once more with a Bird E, looked up from his work.
“May I ask what do you plan on doing with Rohzenheim?”
“What do you mean? We’re gonna wipe out the Demon Lord Army.”
Allen had indeed come to Rohzenheim because he had been ordered to, but now he was also personally invested in protecting this land Sophie and the elves called home.
“I mean afterward.”
“Hm? Didn’t I talk about this before in Academy City? We’ll be heading to the Rank S dungeon in Baukis next. You’re coming too, of course.”
You’re a valuable source of long-range DPS, and you’re guaranteed to get promoted to a four-star class once everything is over. Let’s stay friends for a long time.
“Oh...right.”
Volmaar had been a part of Allen’s group for more than ten months by now. They had eaten at the same table, slept in the same house, braved the dangers of the dungeons together, and were now working in concert to resist the Demon Lord Army’s encroachment upon Rohzenheim. What Volmaar wanted to know was what sort of designs Allen, with all the power he possessed, had for Rohzenheim after the war. However, the conclusion he arrived at was “Oh right, Allen’s been like this from the start,” and that his question had been entirely pointless. Being a serious person, he kicked himself a little for the mistake.
Volmaar apparently had other questions that he had wanted to ask Allen. Every once in a while, one would come to mind and he would bring it up. This, in turn, made Allen realize that he needed to be more proactive as a leader about communicating with his party going forward.
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Around noon the following day, all the magic ships landed a day’s march away from Castle Lapolka. Due to their proximity to the massive mountains that the fortress was perched on, the ground was already quite sloped and strewn with rocks. The officers barked out orders as the soldiers swiftly disembarked and began hurrying to and fro unloading the supplies ship.
As Allen and the generals watched all the activity going on, a Bird E scouted out the area within a one-hundred-kilometer radius. It found four main groups made up of 10,000 to 30,000 troops each. Allen marked them on a map laid out on the ground and asked his companions to take care of them.
“This one in the northeast only has around 10,000. Can you drop one of your Petit Meteors on it?”
“Sure thing. You’re not coming with us?”
“Not this time. I’ll be escorting the magic ships back with Volmaar.”
The magic ships had been fully unloaded and were ready to take off again. Once Allen and Volmaar saw them all back to Tiamo, they then had Griff use Jet to bring them back to the elven force.
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“All forces, forward!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
The elven forces had finally come within sight of Castle Lapolka.
Damn, look at how high the cliffs go. This really is the perfect place for a fortress. We need to take it back so badly.
The road had started growing steep not far from where the magic ships had landed. It was wide, though, so the troops were marching with several men abreast. Allen’s group was following along at the rear.
Castle Lapolka was perched in a notch halfway up two massive peaks that thrust up at sharp angles. Everything about the structure itself looked formidable, and the natural environment gave it even more of an edge—creating a fortress of this magnitude within a mountain chain of such towering peaks spoke volumes about the power of a Grand Spirit User. There were only two entrances: gates in the north and in the south. Both were tightly shut at the moment.
Oh, we’ve gotten pretty close. Time to get started.
Allen Summoned a Bird B and flew forward, temporarily leaving his companions behind. Walls three times taller than Tiamo’s loomed ahead as he approached the front lines of the elven force. He already had a Bird E high up in the air, providing him a top-down view of the entire battlefield. Through Hawk Eye, he had confirmed that the walls of Castle Lapolka were fully manned with the maximum number of monsters that could fit on the battlements.
Okay, here’s a wide open space. “Mirrors, come out. Shield the elves.”
When Allen overtook the elves, he Summoned eight Stone Bs, separated into two rows of four. With every step they took, the ground shook.
THUD. THUD.
The elves needed to get close enough to the monsters to attack but did not have very high Endurance. For them, having a good shield was an absolute necessity. The soldiers were surprised for a second at the sudden appearance of the ten-meter-tall statues, but then managed to take it in stride after everything they had seen and heard about Allen’s Summons from previous battles. Some of them just outright decided to stop questioning everything, instead focusing solely on doing what they could to protect their queen and country.
Soon, the elves were in formation. However, they were staying back a little in order to observe how the monsters would react. Of course, the monsters had been aware of their approach for quite a while by now. By the looks of things, however, they were perfectly happy to stay on the defensive for this battle, as they showed no intention of sallying forth.
When Allen returned to his friends, Cecil asked somewhat impatiently, “Well? Aren’t they gonna attack us?”
Allen shook his head. “There’s nothing for them to gain from bringing the fight to us. We’ll probably have to get a bit closer before anything happens.”
Elven bows could reach a maximum range of one kilometer, even in the hands of those with one-star classes, so long as the archer was at max level. Naturally, this was the same for monsters using bows. And the closer the distance, the more accuracy and punching power. As such, both sides were simply staring each other down at the moment.
Wow, look at their numbers, though. They freaking tripled in a single day!
Paying no mind to the tension in the air, Allen occupied himself going over the intel he had learned through the Spirit Bs’ efforts.
There were 300,000 monsters inside Castle Lapolka at the moment. It had been only 100,000 until yesterday, but news of the elves’ approach had prompted the Demon Lord Army to swiftly gather any nearby troops. This was why the castle walls were now chock-full of monsters.
The elven army continued creeping forward, everyone’s nerves at an all-time high. When they passed the one-hundred-meter mark, a gong suddenly rang out, prompting the skeletons on the walls—all Rank B and therefore several times taller than normal humans—to draw their bows in unison. The sight of so many arrows over 150 centimeters long getting nocked was daunting, to put it mildly.
Without further warning, the Demon Lord Army’s bowmen unleashed their first volley, kicking off the battle. Explosive spells followed on the heels of the arrows, keeping the Stone Bs very busy as they tried to block everything with their shields.
“Erect stone walls to protect the Spirit Mages and Spirit Wizards! Hurry!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
Because the monsters were attacking from a much higher position, some of their attacks were still reaching the elves. In addition, the Stone Bs disappeared when they took too much damage, and at that point the monsters could simply aim beyond the Stone Bs. The elves therefore still needed to erect multiple layers of barriers to protect themselves.
“Return fire! Annihilate the monsters that seized our fortress!”
“RAAAAAAHHHH!”
The elven archers and mages fought back against the monsters with equal ferocity. Because the crenellations of the fortress walls had been built for elven proportions, the monsters were completely exposed along the top of the wall, providing the elves with large targets. Other elves also fired arrows high up into the sky so their projectiles would arc to hit the monsters farther in the back. Once again, they did not have to worry about rationing their MP. Allen had passed on more than enough Blessings of Heaven for them to continue spamming their abilities all day long.
At the same time, Allen was busy monitoring the monsters behind the fortress walls and passing along their precise locations to the elves using Bird F’s Transmission. The elves were aiming according to this information, taking care to prioritize any eyeball bats that came into range. Letting the enemy’s scouts through would just be asking for trouble.
“Ballista incoming! Everyone, get behind a wall!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
Large bolt throwers designed for fending off large monsters appeared on the ramparts. The monsters had figured out how to properly use all the equipment the elves had left behind when they abandoned the place, proving that they really did have high Intelligence.
The next moment, a huge boom rang out, accompanied by a large shaft that was flying at the elven army.
Mirror, use Total Reflect!
A Stone B wordlessly braced its shiny metal shield. The projectile made the shield tremble when it collided, but it quickly lost its momentum. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud, its arrowtip completely flattened.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The next instant, the shield unleashed a blinding AoE shock wave based on the damage it had just taken, blasting away all the monsters on an entire section of the wall.
Stone Bs had Reflect and Total Reflect as their Ability and Awakened Ability, respectively. Reflect doubled the Summon’s Endurance and reflected the damage it just took back toward its opponent. Total Reflect tripled the Stone B’s Endurance as well as tripled the damage taken before reflecting it back as a conal attack that blasted everything in front of it. Of course, it had a cooldown time of a full day.
Oh, that killed a few hundred of them. But the walls still look completely unaffected.
The attack just now should have hit the walls too, but based on what Allen could see through Bird E, not a single crack was to be seen.
It was said that a Grand Spirit User, one of whom appears only once in a thousand years, had borrowed the power of an earth spirit to raise a large number of fortresses and fortified walls, with Castle Lapolka being one such place. His power had been so great that these structures were impervious to weathering, standing firm and sound even after a thousand years. Sure enough, although the Demon Lord Army had managed to breach the northernmost fortress, its walls remained largely unharmed. It was because the monsters knew they could not destroy the walls that they had switched to a strategy that involved overwhelming the elves with sheer numbers.
When we get this fortress back, we should be more than capable of putting up a good fight even when the Demon Lord Army’s reserves arrive. Oh? It’s time.
When Allen looked up, he found the sun perched at its zenith. According to his magic tool, it was slightly past noon. Three hours had passed since the elven army began marching this morning.
Field Marshall Lukdraal, whom Allen had met in Nest, hurried over. “Taking Castle Lapolka from the front really is hopeless. Are you sure your strategy will work?”
Even though casualties were being kept to a minimum thanks to Allen’s cooperation, it was clearly impossible for the elves to win this battle any time soon. However, Allen confirmed that everything was still going smoothly and the monsters’ tripled numbers were no issue.
In Allen’s previous life, it was generally believed that an attacking force needed three times the numbers to overwhelm a defending force behind walls. In this world, the defending side having the advantage was considered common sense too. Trying to defeat a force of 300,000 using only 50,000 was absolute folly, and naturally someone had pointed this out at the strategy meeting.
After they heard Allen’s strategy, however, the elves had decided to entrust their 50,000 men to him. Some seemed doubtful whether he could actually pull off what he was proposing, but the queen and Field Marshal Lukdraal, based on all the other miracles they had witnessed him perform, chose to place their faith in him once more. As such, everything was now squarely on Allen’s shoulders.
If I fail, the elves would be losing a very significant part of their main attacking force.
Picking up on the apprehension in the field marshal, Allen said confidently, “Everything is within expectations. It was a bit surprising seeing more monsters here, but it doesn’t make a difference. Keep up the assault until nighttime, then have the troops retreat back here.”
“Very well. We must win.”
“And we will—victory is just around the corner. Oh, one final reminder: please ensure that the troops stop using their Extra Skills.”
Field Marshal Lukdraal looked around and saw in Allen’s companions’ eyes the complete trust they had in him. He resolved himself to look forward to yet another miracle.
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After entrusting overall command of the troops to Field Marshal Lukdraal, Allen brought his companions back the way they had come.
Now then, we spent the entire day yesterday marching, which should have been enough time for the monsters to the north and south of the fortress to get moving.
Allen’s Bird Es were keeping eagle eyes on the situation in Castle Lapolka’s surroundings. The monsters in the cities that the elven army had passed earlier were now coming out and heading over as a massive force. Obviously, they were aiming to catch the elves now assaulting Lapolka from behind.
The monsters within a day’s walking distance north of Castle Lapolka had already arrived. The ones who had been farther away were now on the road making their way over. In a few days, all the monsters near Castle Lapolka would be gathered in full force.
As usual, the Demon Lord Army sure is quick on its feet. Hmm, those three demons aren’t coming out, though.
The Spirit Bs were still undercover inside the fortress. According to them, Glaster, Neftira, and Yagof were still staying put.
While walking down a mountain path, Allen shared all the info he had with his companions.
“So, yep. The Demon Lord Army’s moving really fast, but everything’s still within expectations.”
“I see. Glad to hear it,” Cecil replied.
“All right, Cecil and Volmaar, keep a lookout for me, please. If you see an eyeball bat, shoot it down right away.”
“You got it.”
“Understood, Lord Allen.”
Allen then called out Beast G, a mole-like Summon the size of a dog. Moley, do your thing!
Although Moley could not talk, it wiggled its body a little to express its happiness at being called out and relied on.
Krena peered at it curiously. “So you’re having this little guy dig. But Allen, the ground here’s really hard.”
“You’re right, it’s bare bedrock here. Even so, Moley, use Dig.”
The Summon shot Allen an uneasy look, then turned to use its Ability where it had been ordered to. However, nothing happened. Even when it used its Awakened Skill, the end result was the same.
“It’s not working, Allen.”
“Krena, Moley’s Ability is ‘Dig.’ Not ‘Dig Dirt.’”
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, Allen used Strengthening on Beast G. It flexed its claws, feeling the extra thousand Attack points, then attacked the ground once more. Lo and behold, it started digging out a huge hole at astonishing speed. When it used its Awakened Skill, its pace accelerated even faster.
“Incredible...”
Krena’s eyes followed Moley as it continued making a tunnel through what was essentially solid rock, her eyes sparkling. What she was seeing was giving her great reassurance in regard to her own Extra Skill—in the same way it had not been specified in Allen’s grimoire that Moley would not be able to dig through rock, there was nothing saying that she would not be able to use her own skills while Limit Break was active.
Dogora, who was right behind Allen, murmured self-deprecatingly, “In my case, first I’ve gotta manage what is written, though.”
“That’s right,” Allen agreed, taking on a mature air. “The first step is to properly understand the basics of how something works. Then you can explore how to develop it.”
“Basics and development, huh...”
Ever since their Academy days, Allen had frequently gone on and on about skills, levels, and stats. He considered these concepts the fundamentals of how this world worked and believed that adequately understanding them was the key in growing stronger. One who remained bound to the basics would not be able to grow any further; continuously seeking ways to develop oneself was important.
“Dogora, imagine if my power was to make Moley dig. By properly understanding how stats affect what it can do, I was able to come up with a way to help it achieve what it couldn’t before. In the same way, your first order of business is to figure out what you yourself are capable of.”
“What I’m capable of...” Dogora stared at his friend’s back.
Allen had turned back to giving Moley instructions as it was starting to make serious headway. Every once in a while, he also Summoned a Fish D to confirm its location and the most direct route to the fortress. Thanks to the Spirit Bs, Allen knew where the monsters were spread thinnest during the day’s fighting. Combined with the information about the monsters’ formations that he was receiving from the Bird E in the sky, he now had a good idea where he wanted the exit to be.
“What I’m capable of...” Dogora mumbled to himself again under his breath. It went unheard by Allen, who was now fully occupied by the progress of the tunnel.
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Allen ordered Moley to stop digging when the tunnel was almost through to the other side—the rest would be for tomorrow, the day when they would enact their strategy. Coincidentally, both armies were just now breaking off the engagement for the day. The rumble of countless trampling feet shook the ground for some time.
Compared to the trolls and ogres, the skeletons did not look particularly tired, but they still made no move to pursue the retreating elven forces. They clearly had zero intention of coming out of the gates of their own accord. In all likelihood, they were waiting for reinforcements to arrive so as to catch the elves on both sides.
When night fell, the No-life Gamers summoned the elven generals inside their tent with the door flaps drawn and a fire lit. As everyone gathered around a simple model of Castle Lapolka and the areas to its north and south, Allen finally revealed the full details of his plan to infiltrate Lapolka through the tunnel he had made today.
“I see. So, things are going well.”
“Yes they are, Field Marshal. Let’s work out the final details tonight.”
Although Allen had met Lukdraal in Nest, the field marshal had apparently been the leading commander of the northernmost fortress. As could be expected of someone entrusted with such a huge responsibility, he was both fiercely loyal and open-minded. This was a situation which Lukdraal would normally retreat from, but here he was, still leading these 50,000 troops, because he could see in Sophie’s eyes just how much faith she had in Allen.
“Now, about the movements of the monsters surrounding Lapolka...” Allen continued.
Through the Spirit Bs, Allen had confirmed that of the four million reserves, three million would be attacking by land and one million would be approaching Nest from the sea.
Pretty surprised that they mobilized all four million at once. Do they want Rohzenheim that badly?
“The situation...does not look good,” Lukdraal groaned.
“That might be so, but we can pull through,” Allen reassured him.
The Demon Lord Army was focusing on gathering numbers because it knew it would win by simply holding on. Conversely, that meant the elves had a very narrow window to take back this giant fortress positioned in such a defensible position.
“Ha ha, looks like we’re very much backed into a corner. However, you are saying that we do not have the luxury of choice. Is that so, Lord Allen?”
“Yes, Field Marshall.”
“In that case, we shall go with your strategy. We will dedicate everything we have to recapturing Castle Lapolka.”
“Thank you, sir. Now, let’s go into details. Based on the positioning of the monsters, we will be infiltrating from...”
The lamps burned until quite late into the night as Allen and the elven generals finalized their strategy for the following day.
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Allen awoke from his nap the next morning and found the soldiers already starting to get into formation as he was going through his morning routine.
“We shall be in your care today, Lord Allen,” one of the generals said in greeting.
“And I, in yours. We’ll, uh, be heading out at the agreed time,” Allen replied in a slightly flustered tone.
“Of course. Do not worry, there’s still plenty of time till then.”
Everyone was aware that Allen was even cutting down on his sleep to fight for Rohzenheim. Given this, no one ever hurried him.
Eventually, the force of 50,000 set off once again at the same time they had the day before.
“We shall recapture Castle Lapolka today!”
“RAAAAAAAH!”
Of the 6,600 total soldiers with two-star classes, 1,600 were currently at the very front of the formation, with the remaining 5,000 at the rear being led by Allen. Soon, this group split off from the main force to proceed down a side path that eventually ended at a gigantic boulder. Krena and Dogora, having maxed out their levels, easily pushed it aside to reveal the gaping entrance of a tunnel wide enough for two men to walk abreast. This was the very tunnel that Beast G had dug out yesterday.
Allen finally revealed the full details of today’s strategy to this force of 5,000, prompting them to cheer out loud. At the same time, they realized that the outcome of today’s battle rested squarely on their shoulders and redoubled their vigilance.
“It’s time to go in. Everyone, stay in formation!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
Allen took out an illumination magic tool and led the way into the winding passageway.
“Sophie, would you be able to bury this tunnel afterward with an earthen spirit?”
“Of course, Lord Allen. However, considering the future, would it not be better to keep the tunnel and only bury the entrances on both ends?”
Oh right, if the Demon Lord Army is attacking from the north, it would be helpful to have a secret passage leading south.
Allen turned around to face Sophie and noticed one elf illuminating his way with a ball of light in the palm of his hand instead of a magic tool like everyone else.
Oooo, that’s a two-star Spirit Wizard with Light Magic. I heard the elemental skills that someone gets are totally random, and that Light Magic is pretty rare.
One-star Spirit Mages could borrow the strength of spirits, whereas two-star Spirit Wizards could borrow the power of grand spirits. The magnitude of the spells they could cast with aid from either source differed immensely.
Someone in Normal Mode would gain a total of six skills by the time they reached max level, two of which would be stat-boosting ones. That left four slots that would eventually be filled with elemental skills, with the full list of all ten elements being fire, earth, wind, water, wood, lightning, light, darkness, void, and time. This was where the randomness that Allen mentioned came in. However, the chances of getting fire, earth, wind, or water skills were much higher than all the others, and Sophie was no exception.
Name: Sophialohne
Age: 48
Class: Spirit Mage
Level: 60
HP: 723
MP: 1,621 + 1,600
Attack: 598
Endurance: 657 + 1,000
Agility: 844
Intelligence: 903 + 600
Luck: 840
Skills: Spirit {6}, Fire {6}, Earth {6}, Wind {6}, Water {6}, Juvenile Spirit {2}
Extra Skill: Grand Spirit Manifestation
Skill Levels
Spirit: 6
Fire: 6
Earth: 6
Wind: 6
Water: 6
Sophie is wearing a +1,000 MP ring and a +1,000 Endurance ring.
Water and wood spirits granted healing abilities, whereas earth and wind spirits specialized in defensive spells. As such, the large majority of elves borrowing the power of fire, earth, wind, and water spirits could still heal themselves. This was the reason why they were generally considered healing and defense specialists.
Several hours of walking later, the force reached the end of the tunnel.
“This is it.”
Allen held his magic tool aloft, illuminating the wall of stone brick up front. This deviation from the bare rock along the sides of the tunnel as well as the pounding of monster feet hurrying to and fro above confirmed that Castle Lapolka was indeed on the other side of this wall. Allen then promptly began buffing the entire elven force using his Fish-type Summons, going whole hog by repeatedly making new cards to use their Awakened Abilities. At the same time, the elves also invoked the powers of earth and wind spirits to buff each other.
“All right, get ready.” Allen turned around to issue commands. “The scouts and those assigned to open the south gate are to come with me.”
The soldiers replied in a soft voice, “Sir, yes, sir.”
“Those assigned to take over the walls are to follow Gatoluuga,” Allen added.
Catching Allen’s eye, Gatoluuga nodded and said, “Indeed. Leave the walls to me.” His attitude toward Allen had softened considerably since the two battles at Tiamo after he had come to acknowledge Allen’s achievements.
“Sir, yes, sir,” the elves said once again.
Allen checked the time in his grimoire. Ten minutes to noon. It’s go time.
The next part of the plan was going to be very time-sensitive.
“It’s the appointed time. Let’s do this, everyone!”
“RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” The elves burst into the fortress filled with monsters, this time roaring at the top of their lungs as if trying to rattle the very structures with their battle cries.
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The tunnel opened up in the western corner of Castle Lapolka next to the south gate. The staircase leading up to the square walls surrounding the fortress was right in front of Allen’s eyes, but he ignored it, instead taking off toward the south gate with 2,000 elves following close behind. It did not take the monsters long to notice and start attacking them.
“Doras, Cerbys, Antsys, Mirrors, Steelys, come out!”
The Summons appeared en masse and immediately leaped into action. The Dragon Bs and Beast Bs got to work mowing down the nearest monsters as the Insect Bs and Stone Bs shielded the elves. Stone Cs were on hand to use their Awakened Ability, Sacrifice, to fill in the gaps left in the Rank B Summons’ defense. All of them worked in concert to ensure that the elves could safely leave the tunnel. The elves, in turn, swiftly ran toward the south gate, hugging the southern wall and trailing behind Allen.
It feels so different seeing these numbers in person compared to seeing them through Hawkins’s bird-eye view. We don’t have time to deal with all of them though, so don’t let me down!
Even though Allen had confirmed that this corner of the fortress was relatively unoccupied the day before, there were now numerous monsters rushing their way. Krena and Dogora handily wiped the floor with them, but robed monsters along the walls took the opportunity to raise their staves. Some cast healing on their allies as others fired spells at the invading elves.
Ah, it just struck twelve. Time’s run out for all of you! Now die!
A blinding light suddenly filled the sky before turning into countless arrows of pure energy that bombarded the magic-using monsters. Attacks packing far more destructive power than those the elves had launched when they were emerging from the tunnel rained down throughout the fortress, erasing the enemy in the blink of an eye.
“Beautiful! The timing was perfect!” Allen grinned.
Cecil beamed back. “Looks like it went well!”
As the dazzling projectiles continued shredding apart the monsters, Allen shouted, “That’s our cover fire! Run for the gate! Run! And stick close to the wall if you don’t want to die!”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
The shining projectiles were, of course, the Extra Skills of the elves still outside the fortress. They had been ordered to not use them since noon the day prior, as most Extra Skills had a cooldown time of one whole day; naturally, they were all able to use them now.
The force outside, including the 1,600 with two-star classes who had stayed behind earlier, now split up into platoons of a hundred each, with them taking turns firing in order to keep up an unending barrage of cover fire for those inside.
“Krena, Dogora, Cerby, I’m leaving the gate guards to you!” Allen shouted.
“You got it!” Dogora replied as Cerby barked, “Yes, Master!” and the two charged at the pair of Rank A monsters standing guard.
As for me, I’ve gotta keep everyone updated.
When the troops were split into several forces, just as they were now, it was of paramount importance that they let each other know what they were doing. The situation was changing by the second, so Allen was using a Bird E to monitor everything and a Bird F’s Transmission to keep those on both sides of the wall up-to-date. Information was strength.
After the 2,000 with Allen had cleared the tunnel, the remaining 3,000 surged out and took the staircase directly in front of the exit. They swiftly occupied the now empty ramparts and took over providing cover fire for Allen’s group, coordinating with them and enabling them to successfully reach the south gate.
From there, dozens of scouts immediately got to work on the gate itself. It did not take them long. The moment the elves outside finished getting into formation, the heavy double doors swung wide open with a deep rumble.
The 45,000 elves immediately charged forward, shaking the ground violently with the pounding of their boots. Inside, Allen and Gatoluuga shouted at their respective forces in unison: “Our allies are coming! Keep the monsters away to let them through!”
This time, the ones on the inside were providing the cover fire. Just as those on the outside had, they unleashed their Extra Skills as hundred-man platoons to maintain a constant barrage, raining their attacks on the monsters that were gathering to push the elves back out of the south gate.
“The gate is ours! Defend it!”
“RAAAAAAHHHH!”
As the elves swiftly set up massive formations in front of the gate, Allen’s group moved on to their next objective.