It is worth mentioning that the troops on this march did not carry much supplies, and of course, unlike the many wars that Iraq had previously commanded, there were no troops responsible for supplies, or rather... dedicated supply troops.

After all, what can you expect such a team to carry?

Why would a headless knight or a black knight, who doesn't need to eat, need to carry oils to keep their armor shiny and new? That would be ridiculous. They wouldn't care much about their bodies anyway; the scars on their armor are proof of their status as warriors.

The insectoids each carried enough blue worm mushrooms to eat. Even Ira, who highly valued foods like wheat and rice, had to admit that such food was indeed the best choice for marching.

Easy to carry and filling, a person can easily carry enough to last for half a month of battle, and even have a lot left over to share with their comrades... such as the harpies who couldn't find much food in the nearby forest.

Some insectoids would exchange their surplus food for wild fruits and berries that harpies gathered in the forest, since that was their diet. From this perspective, insectoids are actually a fairly harmonious race.

"Thanks."

As Ira spoke, he took his and Satan's food from a headless horseman, which consisted of both portable meats, such as sausages or dried meat, and a paste-like polymer of fruit pulp made by Mr. Lyme.

The main dishes are white and black bread, which are less convenient to carry than blue basil but have a better taste and texture. There is even jam sealed in glass jars for spreading on the bread.

This was naturally their privilege, not just for the two of them, but for the other leaders as well. However, compared to the other people's diets, it was the two of them who seemed to enjoy the most luxury.

During the encampment, the monsters that need to relieve themselves will begin to take care of their respective excretion problems... If it were an empire, there would be a regular schedule during the day to deal with this issue.

But monsters don't need that.

Monsters can hold it in... Yes, birds can't, but the harpy's body is humanoid, and its storage capacity is far greater than that of humans.

Under normal circumstances, human armies would remove their armor when setting up camp... This is a very normal and natural thing to do, after all, it is impossible to expect to suffer the torment of heavy armor while sleeping at night.

But what about the monsters?

Even if we asked them to take it off, it would be impossible.

...

However, the monster's camp is unlit.

"..."

Ira sat outside his own tent, casually eating his share of food. The moon was bright enough that he could see his surroundings, so he wasn't completely in the dark.

The nights in this world are much brighter than the nights in Iraq's former world, perhaps because this world is less polluted... On a clear night, you can see countless stars and a bright moon.

Whether it's the Crimson Dragon or other monsters, they all have some degree of dark vision and dim vision, which is not good news for Ira.

However, if a real fight breaks out, such as if an enemy attacks at night, his power will illuminate the surrounding environment as if it were daytime, so there is no need to worry about his combat strength at night.

During the day, Ira used the power of [First Wing Pillar - Crimson Dragon - Wingspan] for a long time to fly at high speed, but he was not tired at all... because he was consuming the World Rune on his neck and the Mana of Satan Leaf.

This level of Mana consumption is insignificant to Satan Ye, but the consumption of the World Rune... at this moment, about one-seventh of the black World Rune on Ira's neck has turned transparent.

Each time the sun rises and the moon sets, the number of world incantations will recover to one-fifth.

This is how terrifying the "Consul" is.

"..."

As Ira watched the patrolling black knights, two red lights approached in the darkness. Only after they had come a short distance away did Ira realize that the newcomers were the leader of the black knights... The red lights were the light shining from the gaps in his helmet.

“Mr. Ira, the patrol route has been planned.”

"Um."

In response to Ira's nod, the Black Knight sat down next to her and introduced himself: "My name is Black, everyone calls me Blackie... I've wanted to talk to you, Mr. Ira, for a long time."

It started a long time ago... was it back when I was still active on the Imperial battlefield? So-called exchanges were really just two people on opposing sides fighting each other, weren't they?

Iraq knew this.

"But it's not used anymore."

As Xiao Hei spoke, a gentle, youthful voice came from within his black armor: "I have witnessed your power, Mr. Ira... and I am also striving to learn from you."

"The reasonable watch time, the precise patrol routes, and the visual distribution of the outer garrison troops seem to have been arranged very well by you, Mr. Iraq... This wisdom may also be one of the reasons why we lost to you."

"..."

Ira didn't know what to say, so she just sat down next to Black Knight... Black Knight's armor was very tall, about two meters high, and Ira, who was as small as a boy, looked rather petite sitting next to Black Knight.

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