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Men, at times, want to look cool even in dangerous moments.

For instance, instead of just throwing away the trash, they toss it like they’re a knight hurling a helmet from a distance.

Or after taking a shower, they might unnecessarily flip their hair while striking a pose.

Or when they land from a high place, they get up casually and walk away as if nothing happened.

Right now, it’s like that.

Thud, thud, thud!!

The warriors falling from the sky saw Lucius and me, as well as those who landed before us, and began to jump down.

Heroic descent.

In the past, when I faced heroes, the Hero of the Holy Sword always landed in this posture.

An unnecessarily cool pose.

With absolutely no effect but looking stylish, it definitely serves to demoralize the enemies.

Look.

“Wha, what…?!”

The orcs are bewildered.

They feel fear just by seeing us land and get up casually.

Because a regular human would definitely die from jumping down from a height of several meters.

At the very least, they would end up with shattered bones or become crippled, and since we’re standing up and walking slowly without those consequences, it’s only natural for them to be scared.

– I can’t do that.

You can sense the wariness and fear in the orcs’ eyes.

They are clearly feeling a sense of physical inferiority towards our warriors who are doing something they themselves can’t.

“Whoa!”

Someone lands doing a somersault in mid-air.

Another person lands with their arms spread out towards the sky as if they’re posing.

Someone else lands with their arms crossed behind their back, while yet another lands slightly hunched forward with their arms.

Clang.

Someone lands and immediately grips their dual swords wide, stepping forward, while another lands with their arms crossed again.

It’s truly a variety of heroic descents, but the effect is clear.

Look.

There are so many orcs trembling in fear.

Boom—!!

At the moment I gave the order, the warriors surged forward, and orcs were falling as they were butchered.

“Haaaah!”

Leading the charge, Lucius swung his weapon as the warriors cut down the orcs and advanced.

The heavily armored cavalry with overwhelming firepower barreled through as if grinding the infantry, and the formation the orcs had set up was swept away by our warriors’ advance.

“Waaaaah—!!”

The warriors’ cheers resonate.

Even though not all 300 have landed yet and the battle has already begun, an inspiring cheer has broken out as if victory is already in hand.

These are pros in battle.

So they feel it themselves.

This battle.

It can’t possibly be lost.

“For the Anari Principality!”

“For the Moon Goddess!”

“For the peace of humanity!”

Each warrior shouts what they believe in and charge forward without fear.

“Die, you perverted humans!”

Kaa—!!

“What, wh-what…?!”

“Don’t even start talking about an orc that’s hardly wearing anything but a scrap of cloth!!”

As soon as the attacks from the orcs hit their bare skin, colorful protective shields unfurled over the warriors’ bodies.

Each magic stone embedded in their helmets began to glow, and where the orc blades and axes struck, a shield spread out like snake scales.

“This, this is insane…! It’s like…whoosh, the Blessing of the Blue Moon Goddess…!!”

“Indeed! It’s a very special shield created by the Great Sorcerer and the Magic King!”

The moment the warriors confirmed their bodies were safe from enemy attacks, their movements became even more ferocious.

“Uoohhh!”

One warrior began spinning around, holding their axe horizontally in both hands.

Once they’re sure they won’t be ‘hurt,’ they ignore defense and focus solely on attacking.

“Wahahaha!”

Even a warrior wielding a heavy hammer kept raising it high, repeatedly smashing down on an orc’s head regardless of whether the orc is stabbing with a spear toward their abdomen.

‘They all know how to fight.’

How someone blessed by the Moon Goddess fights.

Though I’ve never experienced it firsthand, I’ve seen it countless times with my own eyes.

Women fight like that.

Right there, like the Saintess charging forward with a divine spear at Lucius’s side.

“In the name of the Goddess!”

Yan charges forward, thrusting her spear.

She takes arrows flying toward her with her body.

Poison-tipped arrows bounce off her body as if her body is protected by a transparent blue armor.

“Stop! Keep shooting to prevent her from advancing! If the Saintess comes, we’ll all burn to death!”

“By the Blessing of the Blue Moonlight!”

There might be minimal physical resistance, but a charge like the Saintess’s, blessed by the Moon Goddess, cannot be stopped.

“Divine Judgment!”

Yan threw her spear into the sky.

The cavalry spear traces a parabolic arc as it flies up and then explodes, showering down blue light like rain.

“Graaah!!”

“Kiieeek!!”

“My body burns…!!”

The Divine Power began to ignite the orcs.

As if paper has become scorched from prolonged exposure to sunlight, the moonlight that fell on the orcs burned the magic within them, purifying the orcs.

“Ha ha! You filthy orcs!”

And it’s the warriors who fell before that take them down.

The warriors who charge boldly inside are unaffected by the Blessing of the Moon Goddess.

Thus, the attacks of the Divine Power do not affect them, and the Divine Power of the Saintess falling from the sky only shines a light before their path.

With overwhelming strength.

If I were to summarize the situation on the battlefield in one line, I could express it like that.

Thud!

Once the last one landed.

I looked up at the sky.

Endymion, having come out to the hatch, wore a look of astonishment mixed with joy as he gazed below.

‘Looks like he’s feeling proud.’

Even though it’s a collaborative effort, the one who crafted those gears on time is Endymion-Mammon.

It’s undoubtedly a joy for a craftsman to see his creations shine.

Though he’s a Demon King, his pride and passion for his skills are certainly commendable.

However.

“Endymion. If you’re out like that, you’ll get sniped.”

“Ah!”

At my warning, Endymion hurriedly hid.

He might not seem like he’d be here now, but we must be mindful that ‘she’ can snipe with Breath at any time, anywhere.

“…Call.”

Baalzebub.

My hair turned purple in an instant, and I swapped the magic stone at the end of my staff.

“Ally detected. Three hundred and four.”

Three hundred warriors.

Our party members.

And Endymion.

“Scatter, Mini…Baelze.”

Like bestowing familiars akin to summoned creatures upon everyone on the battlefield, I sprinkle the magic beasts made of mana.

“Protect our warriors from the enemies.”

The order is solely one.

To cling to the helmets of the matched entities and protect them.

And.

“…Add effects to this plain design.”

Paa—!

As the Mini Baelze spreads out and clings to the warriors’ helmets.

Ssssss.

Like horsehair, the purple smoke began to whirl from the helmets.

“Oh, ohh…!!”

Though the color may lean toward purple, the mana smoke was akin to flames of burning light.

“C-cool…!”

Though it’s the flow of magic linked to the magic stone in my staff, the only visible part is the purple mana mist that stretches 1 to 2 meters.

“I can’t drape a cloak, but I’ll do this instead.”

Originally meant for ally protection and guidance, I’m not issuing orders currently.

If there’s an order, it’s just one.

“Believe, fight as you want to fight.”

Aah.

Men.

If they’re sure they won’t get hurt, everyone tends to pursue their own style.

“All of you here right now, are heroes.”

Waaaaahhh—!!!

Boom—!!

With the cheers of the warriors, the heroes, the orcs are cut down.

“…You guys take care of the style. I’ll handle the un-stylish acts.”

Looting in the middle of a war isn’t cool.

“…Begin farming.”

Picking up the magic stones left in the orc’s hearts is something only those who support from the rear, like me, should do.

“Hehehe.”

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“Captain! The damage is too much! Whoosh, at this rate, we’ll be overwhelmed!”

“Don’t be ridiculous! The enemy is only 300! We’re in the thousands!”

“But we’ve already lost over five thousand!”

“Ugh…!!”

Darius, the orc chief, could hardly believe the horrific sight before him.

How long had it been since the battle began?

Thirty minutes?

Twenty minutes?

In that time, thousands of orcs had already fallen.

While the Demon King’s army ravaged human land, those humans dove toward the orcs as if immune to their attacks.

“Don’t stop the assault! Look at their groins! Isn’t that green bar shrinking as the battle continues?!”

“Wha—?!”

“When that runs out, the shield will definitely disappear! Stall for time! Fight in wheel rotation! We’ll take turns until their shield goes out!”

Following Darius’s orders, the movements of the orcs changed.

The frontline, which had been pushed back unilaterally, began to stabilize, and the orcs fought the human warriors alternately, fully leveraging their numerical advantage.

“Hitting the shield isn’t ineffective! The more we hit the shield, the more the green bar shrinks! Look at it! Doesn’t it turn yellow?! It must be an easy-to-understand signal! Keep attacking!”

Darius gripped the iron bar he received from Demon King Satan, his primary weapon.

“I’ll go out too! I’ll hold them off!”

Darius gripped the iron bar in both hands and dashed forward.

What Darius saw was, unlike others, a singular golden light shining brightly.

“It’s you, isn’t it?!”

“…….”

“What’s your name, human?!”

“…Naman.”

The golden-haired youth glared at Darius with a sunken expression.

“Naman, no helmet ornament…”

“…….”

“Naman, no magical ornament from Master…”

Darius saw it.

A dark golden light that sank like an abyss.

 

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