It's an illusion!
He suddenly realized, but it was already too late. He could only look back pleadingly, hoping for the military chaplain to act.
However, there was no military chaplain; the one following the civilian corps into battle was merely one of the Demon King's corpse ghosts.
Even his most trusted Sheriff Adela had become a servant of the Demon King, and was among the first to sell their soul...
Standing in the queue, the "Shield Dropper" Hephael widened his eyes, watching in disbelief as the cavalry charging into the skeleton sea were pulled off their warhorses and pinned to the ground in mere moments, like water splattered on a hot pan.
This wasn't the end.
The respected Baron Ges staggered to his feet after falling from his horse, and like a soulless man, walked to a pine tree, knelt in the snow, and repeatedly slapped himself.
A little demon sat on a tree branch, its legs crossed like lotus root segments, yawning with boredom as it watched him.
