Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Before she could finish speaking, Aly suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

She had always been educated this way and was prepared for it.

Now, however, I feel unbearably miserable.

After experiencing the "love" of the goddess in front of her, it became even more unbearable for her.

"Whether in a male or female way, I can satisfy you..."

Freya gently cupped the girl's cheeks and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"...As for where the future lies, it depends on you today. Although the people on the battlefield are your kin (Otto and others), you are the one who decides your fate."

After she finished speaking, she lovingly stroked the top of Ari's head.

Freya's strength and gaze were like those of a partner and a mother.

Having experienced such tenderness, Ari hoped it could last forever and could never bear to let go.

However, she suppressed her feelings, got off the bed, and stood up.

Then he scooped up a ladle of water from the water vat in the corner of the room and poured it over his head in one breath.

The cold sensation sent a shiver down her spine. After regaining her composure, she buried this foolish thought deep in her heart.

Alyssa carefully wiped her body with a damp towel, washing away the lingering effects of a night of pleasure, and then changed her clothes.

The goddess, meanwhile, lay in bed watching silently.

"Go for it, Ari!"

The goddess smiled gently at the girl who had finished preparing.

"Go quickly—Yaram."

Upon seeing the resolute profile befitting a "king," she broke into a smug smile.

Ari simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

And he didn't look at the goddess again, as if he were staring straight ahead with complete concentration, and stepped out of the room with the demeanor of a "king".

5

The Caios Desert was extremely dry that day, with clear skies.

Under the scorching sun, tens of thousands of soldiers marched through heat so intense it distorted images.

The "Jazp Desert" is a barren land area located at the junction of Sharzad, Warsha, and the Islamic Kingdom. Although it is called a barren land area, it is in principle no different from a desert, and its flat terrain is very suitable for battle between two armies.

Both the Sharzad army and the Valsha army headed straight for this place that day.

"Jafar, the loyal subject of Prince Aram, has answered the call and is reporting for duty!"

"Oh, Lord Jafar! You've arrived!"

Among the Sharzad troops who had gathered in the Jazp Desert after hearing about "Leod's Speech," there were also units led by veteran generals. Upon their arrival, many soldiers lined the road to welcome them.

The soldiers of Sharzad, who had been forced to flee when the capital fell, were now in high spirits and had the opportunity to regroup. They were deeply moved by Prince Aram's call to action, which disregarded his own safety, and the force gathered there was approaching 20,000.

"Where is Prince Aram!? Where is the next beacon of light to illuminate Sharzad!?"

"...Well, actually...the prince is nowhere to be seen..."

"what?"

But──

Ari, who is key to this battle, did not appear in the "Jazp Desert".

Not only her, but even the Valsha army, which had already set off from the capital based on intelligence, was not here.

There wasn't a single person in sight.

The spirited Sharzad soldiers, who had gathered there, stood frozen in place, just like Jafar after hearing the report, as a dry desert wind swept past them.

"Forward! The regrouped Sharzad army will surely deploy in the 'Jazp Desert'! The enemy force has no more than 20,000 men! To us, with a force of 80,000, they are nothing more than a 'gentle breeze'!"

At this moment──

The Valsha army happened to be passing through the "Sinde Sand Plain".

This is a desert region adjacent to the "Jazp Desert," which happens to surround the decisive battleground, the "Jazp Desert." Garza, the commander of the Valsha army, decided to divide his 80,000-strong army into five units before engaging the enemy.

"This will not only prevent a surprise attack, but also allow us to encircle and prevent Sharzad's army from escaping into the Islamic realm! Warriors of Varsha, you must cut off the last breath of Sharzad's army here!"

"Oooooo oooooo oooooo oooooo oooooo oooooo oooooo!"

After the main force shouted loudly, the second, third, and fourth forces, as well as the reserve forces behind them, which were distributed across the entire huge sand dune, also roared in succession.

The Sharzad army has only recently assembled, and its command system is bound to be unified, which will give our side an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Gesar's plan was reasonable and proved that he was very capable.

However—precisely because of this, the plan has been discovered by "him".

"Captain! Someone is approaching from ahead!"

"What!? How big is it!?"

As the left and right flanks wavered, soldiers quickly came to report.

Had his plan been seen through? As the captain-level soldier looked around, he quickly realized it.

"Um...the other side, they can't really be considered a military unit..."

As reported by his subordinates, the attackers were not a large army, and their numbers were too small to qualify as a squadron capable of carrying out a surprise attack.

There was only one person there.

Upon closer inspection, it appears there are four people.

White elves, dark elves, cat people, and dwarves stood at the front of their respective units.

Who could have predicted this?

The assembled Sharzad army was actually just "bait".

The real battleground was not the "Jazp Desert," but this "Sinde Sand Plain."

There were only "eight family members" to deal with the 80,000-strong army.

"Preparations are complete. The next step is to annihilate them all, leaving no survivors."

Before the stunned Valshat soldiers, Hedin, who was in charge of arranging the entire plan, adjusted his glasses and made the announcement.

The adventurers were in high spirits.

Then, the "ravaging" officially began.

*

"Ughh ...

This scream marked the beginning of the "war".

“What, what happened!?”

A cloud of dust rose up ahead—no, it exploded into a massive sandstorm.

Looking at the explosion ahead, the general in charge of leading the left wing asked a question loudly.

"The 2nd Division has been attacked!?"

"Was it a surprise attack by Sharzad's army?! How many of them were there?!"

Faced with this question, the soldier's lips trembled as he uttered only three words.

"One person!!"

"……What?"

It wasn't a unit or an entire division, but just one person.

The soldier nearly screamed as he reported loudly to his unit commander, who doubted he had misheard.

"The lone elf has launched an 'artillery barrage' against our army!"

"[Eternal struggle, undying thunder soldiers]".

The white elf only chants a short section of the spell.

He uses extremely short incantations that emphasize speed to unleash "magic".

"[Carlos Hilde]".

A large number of white lightning bolts were launched.

Even the extremely short chant still produced countless lightning bolts, continuously slaughtering the Valsha soldiers.

Each of those were deadly lightning bolts, each almost the size of an adult's head.

Faced with a barrage of lightning strikes, the soldiers, with nowhere to escape, were helplessly blown away and charred along with their shattered equipment.

"Don't shout, don't move, the trajectory will deviate, causing a decrease in efficiency. This situation is really annoying."

Hedin was waging a one-sided "bombardment war".

He swiftly unleashed his "magic" with a calm, indifferent, and ruthless attitude.

"That's why I really dislike dealing with these small fry. You guys always disrupt my plans."

Hedin single-handedly guarded this pass.

Ahead lay the Second Division, a force of 10,000 men spread across the flat desert, but they were in complete disarray.

The elf, foolish enough to come alone to stop the entire army, unleashed an unprecedented "magic" capable of wiping out hundreds of soldiers with each strike. At first, lightning bolts rained down like arrows, then a bolt of lightning, resembling a giant's greatsword, pierced through the entire force. Faced with this symphony of thunder that scorched even the sand, the army crumbled.

It can be clearly seen from the perspective of a bird of prey soaring high in the sky.

Everywhere in the Second Division of Valsha, there were marks that looked as if they had been torn apart by the claws of a dragon.

"Although the majority of cowards probably fled in tears, there were still a few warriors who charged forward out of sheer brute force. You are a pathetic bunch, swallowed up by the contradictory atmosphere of fear and excitement, reduced to slaves of the battlefield."

Hedin mercilessly unleashed a "magic" at the mercenary who turned and fled, and as for the hero who volunteered to stay behind to protect his comrades and try to turn the tide, he also rewarded him equally with a bolt of lightning.

He lowered the longsword (rhomphair) in his right hand and raised his left hand to cast spells one after another.

This longsword (rhomphair), with its slender blade and hilt, and crafted from the Great Tree of the Elves, is called "Dizaria".

It is not only an excellent polearm, but also equivalent to a "magic wand", possessing the effect of amplifying magic, and is the first-class weapon owned by Hedin.

"If you want to be wiped out together, at least cooperate with the others. You bunch of useless trash."

The cries of anguish rose and fell, and the screams of agony were incessant.

Hedin would not allow any Valsha soldiers to approach. He single-handedly unleashed a hail of artillery fire, slaughtering all the soldiers who launched the assault, even the rearguard squad that attempted a magical counterattack from the rear was reduced to ashes.

From the moment Valsha's army was ambushed on the well-sighted dunes, they had no choice. They couldn't set up an ambush, nor could they send small squads around the dunes to attack Hedin from behind. The elven archers, with their keen eyes, would immediately unleash lightning-fast sniping attacks on any suspicious troops they spotted.

"What is going on... Just who is he?!?!"

The general who was ordered to command the troops screamed in fright.

Messengers, caught in the chaos, kept coming to report. Only he, receiving news of heavy losses, accurately grasped what was happening on the battlefield.

The captains and other soldiers in charge of coordinating the troops were killed one after another.

The enemy possesses the terrifying "Demon Eye"—an "observation eye" capable of instantly discerning the battle situation, and can completely destroy the Valsha army's command system with a precision so high it's chilling.

The most pathetic beings on earth are headless beasts. Orders issued to all units became meaningless; the surviving soldiers were reduced to bewildered "human targets." Their panic infected the other mercenaries, accelerating the senseless sacrifices.

Precision shooting.

Missless shots.

They also employ ruthless methods that are unmatched by anyone else.

That white elf was a ruthless "king" who used lightning strikes as "magic" to slaughter hundreds of soldiers.

“Ah—”

As the human wall formed by the soldiers crumbled and was breached, the relentless artillery fire instantly turned the general's vision into a whiteout.

He was engulfed by the lightning and instantly eliminated from this battlefield filled with screams and despair.

He was actually quite lucky to be killed by the Thunder Spear, since he didn't have to suffer the pain of having his leg amputated or the excruciating pain of being burned by lightning before he passed away.

"From beginning to end, it was like a donkey running out of tricks, randomly shooting 'magic' everywhere... I really have no originality, but what can I do?"