Chapter 288
I reset my expression to a serious one.
“Currently, due to the Ragneif Magic Republic falling entirely, the demon invasion rate has exceeded 30%. We must quickly recapture churches in various regions to open up a path forward.”
“Child, no, Holy Saint. It seems we have a significant problem.”
Just then, my grandfather pointed out an important detail.
“Har-Magedon seems different from a normal war. To open a path forward according to those ‘rules,’ don’t we first need to know the overall occupation status?”
“That’s right.”
The one who answered was Tesillid. [Scales that Judge Souls gratefully observes the world’s most handsome man in his new uniform.] I left the explanation to Tesillid. His resonant baritone, with the power to command attention, filled the reception room.
“Originally, Abyssinis was able to swallow up villages without churches and Ragneif because she could foresee the war situation at a glance. Abyssinis possesses two special eyes, one of which is a clairvoyance that allows her to see the continent’s situation as clearly as the back of her hand.”
That was what was called ‘Conquest’s Clairvoyance.’
“To counter Abyssinis, we also need an equivalent ability.”
“If Sir Tesillid’s words are true, then the role of mages will be important. Looking at long distances is the domain of magic.”
“Yes, that’s right, Your Grace.”
Tesillid, who had answered, cast his gaze deeply downward.
Even without mind-reading abilities, I could tell he was recalling the past.
Even in his 85th regression, when he first saved the world, the help of magic was significant.
He gained cooperation from Moriphis, the then-Tower Master, and other mages of the magic tower to deploy a wide-area observation magic, ‘Beholder’s Net,’ across the entire continent.
During the ten times he saved the world in total, Tesillid consistently used magic in this way to deploy observation networks.
The problem is that Reed also knows those core strategies and tactics.
Since the two regressors share even the ten experiences of saving the world.
Meanwhile, someone excitedly interjected. It was Moriphis.
“It seems you need me!”
“…It would be better than nothing, I suppose.”
At an 8th Circle level, localized areas the size of a city can be covered. It was quite a meaningful ability.
However, Tesillid whispered to me, as if reluctant.
“Ah, rather than entrusting that person with an important role, I’d rather….”
I didn’t need to hear the rest.
“Divine power and demonic power will clash, what will you do about that?”
“If I fall….”
It seems you intend to break all seven cardinal virtues and commit all seven deadly sins.
“Is that something that should come from the mouth of someone who recently joined the Incantation Cult, Sir Holy Knight?”
“Hmm….”
“Bear it.”
Push strength into your brain and resist falling, Tesillid.
Because if there were two Reeds, even I don’t think I could handle it. [Voice-Spirit that Constructs the World pounds the table, stating that flying heretics are unacceptable.] “The Voice-Spirit also forbids it.”
“I see.”
And most importantly, there was another reason.
I stopped whispering with Tesillid and looked directly at the assembled group.
“The help of magic is not strictly necessary.”
I raised my hand and made a gesture of covering one eye.
“I also possess an ability similar to Abyssinis’s ‘Conquest’s Clairvoyance.’”
“Eh?!”
“Is that true, Your Excellency?”
Tesillid also looked at me with surprised eyes. His face showed it was the first he’d heard of it.
Of course. Even if he was the 117th regressor possessing knowledge like the Bible of Truth, it was natural that he wouldn’t know.
Because this was an ability brought from outside this world.
Specifically, the Possessor Support System.
A very basic, yet in a way, the most overpowered function. That is… [
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In this war, I could truly be called an omniscient commander.
I confidently declared to everyone.
“This war, in the name of the Voice-Spirit, we will win it.”
✠ At the point when the demon invasion rate soared to 50%. Demon Apostle subjugation and church recapture operations began in various regions.
A subjugation force consisting of Marquise Lekandro, the Royal Knight Army, and Hestio re-targeted and assembled at Saint Hestina Church in the royal capital of Wilhellon.
Helbreon, a fallen angel with fiery black-red hair and bronze skin, chuckled as he greeted them.
<You’ve come again, you foolish infidels.>
Helbreon was a demon who had previously been defeated multiple times by Romina Lekandro but continuously revived, toying with the Royal Army.
Such experiences ingrained extreme helplessness and fear into the Royal Army, while for Helbreon himself, they were sufficient to instill confidence that he could defeat anyone.
<I’ve expanded the territory greatly in the meantime, so it will be hard for you to escape this time. Today, I will break your ribs one by one behind your backs and attach beautiful wings to you!>
The confident declaration of the fallen angel. However, the subjugation force showed no signs of shrinking back.
“Priest Hestio!”
“Yes, yes. Coming, Marquise Lekandro.”
Hestio, with a haggard face, recited the Holy Chant and bestowed blessings upon the knights, then replied.
The desirable attitude for someone facing subjugation would be to maintain appropriate tension and focus, but Hestio currently had none.
This was because he alone was squeezing out divine power for a large number of troops.
Romina Lekandro, confirming that their forces were ready, shouted.
“All forces!”
At the voice of the trustworthy and powerful commander, the knights’ bodies reacted immediately.
Chez and Cheryl, members of the subjugation force, and Printz and Raywin formed the left and right flanks of the formation, respectively.
“Attack!”
Marquise Lekandro’s courageous cry boosted the knights’ morale.
“Waaaaah! It’s a battle for revenge!”
“Die, you chicken-winged demon!”
“I’ll roast you crispy with aura!”
Auras from all directions battered the fallen angel Helbreon. Even if he was immortal, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to be hit.
<Ugh! Kh! Cough! Guh!>
Moreover, Helbreon’s instincts warned him that if he took another hit incorrectly this time, he might truly die. He strongly felt that.
So, there was a moment when he was fighting Romina Lekandro in the vanguard more defensively than before.
‘This feeling is different from before. C-could it be…!’
The sense of crisis brought realization to Helbreon.
<You! You are the cause!>
“……!”
Helbreon’s primary threat target shifted from Marquise Lekandro to Hestio.
Black feathers poured out by Helbreon rushed towards Hestio.
“Ugh!”
Becoming the boss’s target was a situation he hadn’t experienced since joining the Silver Citadel Knights.
Hestio’s face turned pale, encountering a crisis after a long time.
Of course, the Royal Army would not simply abandon their precious and vulnerable supporter.
Dozens of sharp flashes of light, accompanied by wind pressure, pulverized all the feathers.
The back of a woman filled Hestio’s narrowed vision.
Her light-brown hair settled, and her pretty face turned back, meeting Hestio’s gaze.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“…….”
“I’m the valedictorian of the 114th class of the military academy. Full marks in escorting. Safety guaranteed.”
“…….”
Hestio couldn’t take his trembling amber eyes off the indifferent female knight’s face for a while. And then, a moment later, he gained a profound realization.
His type was a strong older sister.
“Sir, Sir Chez, I’ll only trust you.”
“Only me…? Uh-huh….”
Cheryl sighed, watching the two people blush as if lost in their own world.
Meanwhile, a fierce battle was still ongoing beside them. Raywin and Printz re-gripped their swords.
“Let’s finish this, Printz.”
“Alright, Ray.”
A moment later, the combined attack of the valedictorian and salutatorian of the 117th class of the military academy pierced Helbreon’s chest.
✠ This is Eltorini, a coastal city in the Elfenheim Holy Theocracy.
Another subjugation force was battling to recapture the Grand Cathedral, which had been occupied by the beast-type demon archpriest, Tezrihal.
This subjugation force consisted of members of the Duchy, primarily Duke Hispenril, Princess Eltea, Archdeacon Hilde, Ash, and Iphail.
Demon archpriest Tezrihal was also the administrator of ‘Chaos Evil Temple No. 18,’ where Aillet and Tesillid had stolen the Rosary Ring.
As he was a high-ranking demon in the double-digit hierarchy, the subjugation difficulty was even higher than Walpurgis Night.
However, there’s no business like sheer numbers, and raids are fundamentally wars of attrition.
The demon archpriest occupying a church also meant that the enemy was concentrated in an isolated battleground and there was no concern about their own supply lines being cut off.
Moreover, what kind of place was Hispenril Duchy?
Excluding the Holy Saint and the Master of the Holy Sword, it was a nation possessing Duke Hispenril, the foremost power on the Serentra Continent, and Archdeacon Hilde, a 7th Divine Power Tier with a Threat Immunity Constitution.
While Duke Hispenril effectively drew Tezrihal’s attention, Eltea, Ash, Iphail, and dozens of other personnel poured forth their firepower.
Of course, Hilde’s 7th Divine Power Tier blessing was bestowed upon all of them, thoroughly preparing them for Har-Magedon’s rules.
Thus, already for over ten minutes. The subjugation force, without losing focus, was accumulating damage on Tezrihal.
Time was absolutely on the subjugation force’s side.
<How dare you!>
Tezrihal erupted in fury and delivered a back kick to Hispenril, who stood at the forefront.
However, Hispenril’s powerful physique was as hard as an iron wall and as firm as a great mountain, not yielding.
Instead, a punch imbued with powerful aura battered the beast-type demon’s entire body.
“Black Goat Hunt!”
<You, you boar-like human, how dare you!>
“What, you bastard? Apologize to my father!”
Eltea, flying in a rotation, thrust continuous attacks with her long spear and short spear.
The filial attack, imbued with the spirit of ‘I can talk trash about my dad, but no one else can’, dealt a fatal blow to Tezrihal.
<Kuaaak! Unforgivable!>
The enraged Tezrihal stomped his foot and charged at Duke Hispenril.
His head, adorned with gigantic horns like a siege ram, struck the Duke’s body. And then pushed him straight into the wall.
Kwagwagwagwang!
“Father!”
“Your Grace!”
“D-Duke!”
Chwajajwak.
Belatedly, fresh blood was scattered long and thinly where the Duke had been.
“……!”
Privilege for Possessors