The students gave it their all as they tossed bits of monster meat at the swarm, and while some were successful in killing the ones who came after them, no one gave up.
They could already predict what would happen next: the monster meat would run out, and the zombies would turn their attention to them.
Yet they didn't have a choice but to give it their all.
Many people actually believed that surviving this long was a blessing or a stroke of luck, and they could only hope that their leader had a way out of this.
Rose glanced at the swarm, which was getting closer and closer, and the first victim fell soon after.
A student became entangled in the grip of a zombie.
"Arghh!! Please he
Henry took a peek at the four students going towards the unsettling gate.And he replayed their first meeting. The first things he saw was their feet and their deadly gaze.However, after they discovered he was a noble, things became much easier.They were gullible friends to hang out with, freely chatting while fighting monsters and having late-night bonfire discussions. To put it another way, they were gifted noble students. No monster could have a chance against the four of them. They didn't expect anything from him, but it wasn't until he showed his proficiency with his grass element that they truly welcomed him.But there was one issue.
Sia looked down at the arrow that had hit her shield and had fallen to the ground.-sshhhhh.When she tried to examine the arrow properly, it promptly burned to ashes. Her brow furrowed.'There shouldn't be any archers here who could fire such a devastating shot...'More precisely, nobody among the students possessed that degree of ability, with the exception of Elia. But she didn't think Elia would ever do it.Whatever her intentions were, the fact that a very talented archer was aiming at them was crucial. And, regardless of how competent her crew was, an archer of this calibre was extremely hazardous."We can now put our skil
- Slice!After the combat, I dispatched the last goblin I encountered on my journey onward.I didn't level up or get a single experience point during the waves of monsters, supporting the theory that they weren't lifeforms at all.Even the system failed to classify it as a monster."Woah, that hurts." I cast healing on the gash on my hand and my robes, which were progressively corroded and stained by blood.This was my first wound, and it was caused by a goblin. What a piece of rubbish.If they heard it, they'd laugh at me.But the only thing I would tell them is that they should face a horde of goblins with four goblin shamans without
A young man walks casually within a wide, spacious, opulent corridor. His hair reached his knees, along with his bushy beard and a pipe in his hand, which was spewing forth smoke. As he walked down the corridor, the people in front of him stood to the side to allow him to pass. He was treated as though he were a VIP, despite his tender age. -Swoosh! Something swooped past him at that very moment, and he lifted his hand to catch the scroll dropped by the messenger bird. He was ready to dismiss it and place it in his storage when he noticed the red seal. When the man realized something wasn't right, he tore the seal and opened the scroll. His brows were knitted together in a frown as he examined the contents of the scroll. "This may be more complicated than I anticipated." Sighing, the figure vanished from where he was standing in a burst of lightning and reappeared in front of the dungeon gate. "Hey, wait on..." "Third General!" The guards bowed deeply as they quickly recognize
Simon focused his attention on the anomaly zone visible on the screen.It was unclear, as though if sand was flying around and covering the entire screen, yet he could see a black dot in the midst of all the turmoil with his eyes."Could you bring the recon orb closer, Operator?"The operator shook his head. If he relocated the recon orb closer, it would very certainly be destroyed, and each of these orbs is expensive.And with so many students smashing them like toys, the academy suffered a financial setback."I understand what you're thinking, but a life is far more valuable than that ball."Simon's eyes blazed slightly; he didn't have time to squander.
-Swoosh!An arrow flashed out as it struck the ground, clear of some students who were resting, startled and anxious that an archer was watching them.Conrad glanced down into the woodland below, his brow furrowed in incomprehension. Eliza stood next to him, holding an orb through which she looked down the woods."You can put an end to your frustration at not being able to strike Sia with your best shot. I didn't expect that to work anyway, considering we're talking about Sia.""So you knew it wasn't going to work from the start? So, why did we do that?" Lance asked, scowling."People with dumb muscular brains, like you, will not understand. Take a look at this." Eliza sneered and displayed the map Luke had to beg for.
Room for reconnaissance. Due to the emergency situation, the Headmaster has denied all nobles entry and told them to leave the spacious enclosed area. Nobody wants to listen to a bunch of foolish and mindless aristocrats whine about everything all the time. Cleo had to even knock out some stubborn nobility and throw them out regardless of their status. Inside, tables were filled with displays displaying magical symbols, and people worked tirelessly together as they traded data. Cleo sat at one of the tables, an orb in her palm, her hands on the table. "Team 1 has entered the dungeon, according to reports." Cleo, her arms folded, glanced
"I heard you almost died. I was praying you died back there, haha.""Wait, what do you mean? I killed the monster and treated it as if it were a toy. He didn't stand a chance against me!" As he stepped forward, Henry avoided my gaze."Alright, okay. Keep walking, we're still quite a distance away."Then Henry came to a halt and turned around."Are we really going to overlook the boss? I'm sure every student would be pushing to eliminate it."Pfft. I naturally burst out laughing. The students are strong, but not powerful enough to defeat a monster of that rank. The students have no idea. That a single rank difference is far more significant tha
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse