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

But he still smiled.

"Seriously~ They clearly didn't want me to be right. Does this mean I have to use my 'trump card'?"

Rashap ordered the bewildered soldiers to step aside and then got up and left the tent.

He went to a corner where supplies were stored in the military base.

The place looks very eerie.

There was an enormous container that didn't look like it was for storing weapons or food supplies.

This is what Rashap meant by "trump card," which clearly requires hundreds of people to move.

"Isa, drop this thing right in the middle of the battlefield. Don't worry, as long as I have this magical artifact that I obtained from the dark faction, it will obey my commands. I'm sure of it."

Lashap handed the red "whip" with a gem at the front end to the only tamer in the clan.

The designated tamer cracked his whip, and "that thing" let out a low growl that could shake the earth, slowly moving forward.

The large shipping container was destroyed, and the soldiers were so frightened that their legs went weak.

The "giant shadow," which sent chills down the spines of even male tamers, began to advance towards the battlefield, its whip lashing out in its wake. All obstacles in its path were crushed in its path.

"Hahaha, the trump card should definitely be saved for the last moment!"

God's laughter echoed among the supply train, where no one dared to make a move.

This "trump card" will help clear away all obstacles.

As Rashap turned to enter the tent, he suddenly asked the messenger a question:

"By the way, do you have any information about the enemy? Since they were able to kill Hill and the others in an instant, they are most likely adventurers from Orario."

"Ah, yes... First, the assault teams from the 2nd and 3rd Divisions are elves and dark elves respectively..."

"Uh-huh."

"The ones who besieged the Fourth Division and its reserves were cat people and four dwarfs..."

"Hmm...hmm~?"

"As for the ones attacking the main force of the central army, they were burly boar-men..."

“…………”

Rashap, who had previously appeared completely at ease, now showed a serious expression for the first time.

*

Dust filled the sky.

Garsa, the commander-in-chief of the Valsha army, stared blankly at the scene where the smog was so thick it could block out the sunlight.

"Who is that guy...!?"

The man is holding an incredibly large greatsword.

After the flanks and the frontal forces were completely dismantled, the man calmly walked forward along the cleared path.

The man did not commit unnecessary killing; he only wielded his weapon against those who tried to stop him, smashing his opponents with his overwhelming arm strength.

The man is a boar-man.

"No one can stop him from moving forward...! And he's all alone!?"

"Our team is far behind," Gessa said through his binoculars.

Not long ago, a series of absurd reports came from various divisions, but now we can only believe that everything is true. The enemy really intends to annihilate an army of 80,000 with just "eight men".

However, Gaza cannot sit idly by and wait for his doom. If this invasion, which relies on a foreign force called Rashap and uses the power of plague, fails, his status... to put it another way, even the prestige of the chief god will plummet.

Even if people mock him for his futile persistence, he has to find a way to eliminate this lone enemy.

"...?"

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from above.

Gesar initially thought it was just clouds obscuring the sun—but he was wrong.

It was a monster so huge that it seemed to touch the sky.

“Eh!?”

Its appearance resembles a giant "serpent".

A monster that could be described as colossal appeared behind Gesa, gradually approaching from the direction of the supply troops.

"Could it be... 'Basilisker'!?"

Gesar uttered a taboo name that the inhabitants of the desert world had known since childhood and that always appeared in bedtime stories.

"Basilisque".

Despite its serpentine appearance, it is classified as one of the strongest races of monsters, the "Dragon Race".

This giant serpent can breathe fire and spread a "paralyzing poison" that has a petrifying effect. Throughout history, many cities have been destroyed by it, and as the world has gradually become desolate, there are even rumors that the powerful "Basilisk" created the vast Caios Desert we see today.

Monsters from behind the ranks crushed all the soldiers on the road.

Screams erupted as soldiers abandoned their posts and fled; the situation was no longer a battle between men. Gesar and his men, to avoid being caught in the crossfire, also hastily fled.

This is precisely LaSharp's "trump card".

The freed "Basilisque" has killed the tamer. Perhaps because the collar adorned with a fang almost the size of an adult is hardly a "finished product," it completely refuses to be controlled by the "whip." Faced with the man's incessant and annoying commands, the monster simply swung its massive tail and smashed the man to pieces.

"Basilisk" twisted its thick neck, as if heeding the last words of a dead tamer, and set its gaze on the boar-man standing in front of it—Ota.

"Oooooo ...

The giant snake, which was over 20 meters long, roared.

The giant serpent sliced ​​through the sea of ​​sand and charged straight at Ota. This was its attack, powerful enough to destroy everything, and its ultimate move that would surely level this place.

Seeing this, Otto...

He used to hold the greatsword with one hand, but for the first time he used both hands.

Then──

He slashed down with his sword, instantly cutting the giant serpent's body in two.

"────────────"

The sound of dust billowing up was also the sound of the giant snake splitting in two and falling.

And a sword mark branded on the desert land, embedded deep in the earth.

He could control all things in the world with just one sword.

Not to mention the Valsha's army or the Sharzad's army, even Aly, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt the impact that shook the entire battlefield.

As if time had been frozen, the Valsha soldiers, their disheveled faces turning deathly pale as the swirling dust gradually dissipated, rendered speechless.

"Basilisker" was instantly killed, lying dead on the sand, literally "cut in two."

The boarman warrior standing on the other end remained motionless, still wielding his greatsword.

The man who unleashed the devastating attack slowly dismounted from his fighting stance, hoisting his greatsword onto his shoulder as before.

"Raise the white flag."

"What……?"

"surrender."

Gessa put down his binoculars and briefly informed the soldier beside him.

Ignoring the stunned soldiers, Commander-in-Chief Varsha gazed into the distance before muttering to himself, his will to fight utterly broken.

"No one can defeat a monster like that."

"I never expected the enemy to have such an outstanding general... It would be such a waste to kill him."

After seeing several white flags fluttering ahead, Ota planted the greatsword he was carrying into the ground.

Then he squinted his rusty eyes and whispered.

"Hedin, let's drop the matter of 'annihilation' and give him a chance."

Not the one who ravaged countless soldiers, but the strongest adventurer who utterly shattered the enemy's will to fight with a single blow—let these words drift away on the desert winds.

With a single blow from the warrior, the Battle of Sind came to an end.

*

"Prince! Prince Aram! Jafar, one of the five great generals of Sharzad, pays his respects to you!!"

The veteran led several soldiers towards Alyssa, who was perched atop a towering sand dune, overlooking the battlefield.

This is the Sharzad army, raising a banner with a crescent moon and jasmine flowers.

"You are truly resourceful, seizing the initiative to launch a surprise attack! Let us fight alongside you! Let us drive away the hateful Valsha army! Where is the enemy!?"

Veteran Jafar was overjoyed at the prince's growth and shouted with great excitement.

The soldiers roared with high morale.

But Ari's reaction was exactly the opposite of theirs; she stared blankly straight ahead.

"It's...it's already over..."

"What?"

Standing frozen in place, Ari slowly raised a hand and pointed to the "outcome" of the great battle.

"It's really over..."

On that desert with no cover, countless Valsha soldiers lay dead.

Until the horizon, those tiny black dots, no bigger than beans, were everywhere. Corpses and broken weapons littered the ground, like thousands of tombstones standing side-by-side. None of the brutal and ruthless "Lashap Familia" officers survived. Commander Hill, too, lay dead in the wilderness, gradually buried in the sea of ​​sand by the gusts of wind from Chaos.

Led by Commander Gaza, the surrendered soldiers of the main Valsha force were all bound with ropes and taken away by the members of the Fazl Merchant Guild, who were forced to wear armor and lived in fear.

Jafar and his soldiers were stunned and speechless when they witnessed this scene.

"Legend has it that the labyrinth city (Orario) is surrounded by a towering, massive wall..."

Ari gasped and muttered to herself unconsciously.

"Could it be that it wasn't to protect the city from external invasion... but rather to imprison the adventurers inside...?"

Ari firmly believed this. And this was the "correct answer."

The reason why the labyrinth city rejects the outflow of combat power is partly to avoid giving rise to other forces—but the real reason is to prevent high-level adventurers from being released into the wild.

"If we let the adventurers of Orario run away, they are capable of mass slaughter."

This is to avoid giving the outside world the above perception.

They had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure because they didn't want the world to know that adventurers were actually "monsters" no different from physical natural disasters (monsters).

Ancient humans built the fortresses, the precursors to the massive walls, to prevent monsters from escaping through the "Great Hole" to the surface. However, after seeing the scene before her, Ari realized that the high wall was now actually a "cage" to prevent adventurers from causing trouble outside.

Only eight people stood on the sand dune as victors.

They are a boarman, a catman, a dark elf, a white elf, and four dwarf quadruplets.

Faced with the adventurers' overwhelming victories, Ari felt a chill run down her spine once again.

The battle that decided the fate of Sharzad and Valsha ended with only "eight retainers" participating.

*

The sun was setting below the horizon, and twilight enveloped the western sky.

The aftermath of the "war" was still being cleaned up in "Sinde Sand Plains." The Sharzad soldiers, who had rushed over but had no chance to participate, all wore expressions as if they were daydreaming, as they tirelessly carried away the remains of the Valsha soldiers who had previously tormented their comrades—the soldiers who had ravaged their homeland. The large number of corpses had not yet been cleared away.

After the god Rashap fled, his whereabouts became unknown.

Although the culprit who escalated the war was not caught, the goddess of beauty—

"So there's such a nobody (deity) after all? I'm too lazy to deal with it, I can just ignore it."

He said it as if he had no interest in it at all.

The war is over.

Despite the doubts that this could even be called a war, the battle has come to an end.