But this is not the Barbarian Race; it is a... war group infected by some uncontrollable force, a monster army that feeds on death.
He originally thought this would be an easy defensive battle.
He would achieve glorious military honors on this peaceful frontier, then transfer back to the South, retire as true nobility of the Imperial Capital, and live an elegant life.
But now he stood at the edge of the valley, watching an Empire frontline that was spiraling out of control, collapsing, and rotting, staring foolishly as his knights were swallowed by flowers.
He violently flung away his cloak, turned around, and ordered loudly, "Deploy all knights to block it! Just hold on for a few more days, and reinforcements will come!"
Adjutant Thalion hesitated for a moment but ultimately accepted the order and went.
Meanwhile, Rudolph quickly ascended the command platform of the Main Castle, staring intently at the burning frontline.
The Imperial Army lasted only two days.
