"First Wing Pillar - Bone Sorcerer - Wingspan!"
With a final declaration, bone wings, resembling shattered bones, suddenly appeared behind Shara Elkaras. The illusory wings manifested behind him, and countless blue ghostly flames began to emerge.
Shara is one of the Archons who relatively prefers the First Wing Pillar; he doesn't particularly like using the other Wing Pillars, which are relatively more economical with World Mana.
The first wing pillar is indeed a very convenient wing pillar. Once the first wing pillar is chosen, the power symbolized by the other wing pillars can be used naturally and effortlessly.
Whether it's the long-range attack symbolized by the third wing pillar...
The fourth wing pillar can reveal weapons.
The second wingtip still symbolizes high maneuverability.
It can be used normally during the period when the first wing pillar appears, but this means that it requires a relatively larger amount of world incantations, which significantly reduces the Archon's endurance.
However, there's no need to worry about these things at times like this.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
Like the sound of something trembling gently, without the need for chanting or gathering mana, the power of the advanced [Bone Mage] class of the Skeleton Mage was re-manifested at this moment, accompanied by the Archon's coercive force.
It's worth mentioning that skeleton mages are not very powerful monsters; in fact, due to their fragility, they are relatively weak units on the battlefield.
But what does the weakness of the Bone Mage have to do with the Governor?
"Come!"
As it made this announcement, the voices surrounding Shara abruptly ceased, but in their place rose from the ground and hovered in the air—the soul fire born from the corpses buried underground.
In fact, from a war perspective, the most useful ability should be the ability to raise the dead from the ground, bring them back to life, and turn them into soldiers to fight.
However, that would consume a huge amount of [Wings]... Now that the Empire and the monster-controlled areas have reached a truce, Shara can no longer afford to use them too extravagantly.
Once it's damaged, it's hard to find a place to replace it.
Eerie blue flames surrounded Shara as he soared high in the air, arrows and magic mercilessly striking his body, leaving wounds and scorch marks.
But it doesn't matter, no one should underestimate the bodies of the consuls... They are weapons born for war.
...
The battlefield began to quiet down... The imperial soldiers had already withdrawn a certain distance.
The duchy soldiers defending the city had already realized what was going to happen next, and all they could do was put up a futile resistance.
Having witnessed countless battles in the Demon Kingdom (areas controlled by demons), and seen countless governors relentlessly withstand attacks or neutralize them from a distance... I understand very well what awaits us next.
That is—
Dive.
...
As Shara swooped down, the blue flames shone with a shimmering light symbolizing the soul. The extremely dazzling light fell with Shara, mercilessly bombarding the city.
This fortress, built solidly of stone, seemed to have no defensive capabilities whatsoever, silently melting away...
Outside the city were Imperial soldiers who were already prepared for battle; inside the city were only soldiers of the Duchy, who had lost all will to resist... to be precise, soldiers of the Hazard Duchy Alliance—the former Caesar Duchy forces.
Almost instantly, this small city, which served as the principality's bridgehead against the empire's attack, was breached.
"Lord Shara!
!
Ohhhhhhhhh!
!
"
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
!
!
!
Fortunately, what awaited the duchy's soldiers and civilians was not a massacre. In fact, for the empire... those called "prisoners" were treated better than those called "serfs."
Enemy soldiers are valuable; they can be used as a reason for nobles to demand money from the duchy. When the duchy redeems them, everyone can also receive some income.
The occupation took longer than expected... perhaps because members of the duchy's council had also begun to participate in the war to varying degrees, but they still retreated very quickly at the last moment.
In the subsequent battles, the councilors will likely gradually exert their strength, and the Empire's victory will become more difficult, which is to be expected... However, neither the Empire nor the Duchy will have any objections.
Sometimes, having a knife isn't a bad thing. When others use a knife to chop vegetables or cut melons, the knife will always get some meat or juice stuck to it... If the knife is powerful enough, then it can eat these things.
If given the opportunity, it's not impossible to eat even more of it.
"It seems to have been a great success."
As a man who looked extremely young spoke, smoking his pipe in a very unruly manner on the battlefield, he wore a white-gold outfit that looked noble but was also very practical for movement, and watched his troops slowly capture the city in front of him.
Shara looked at the boy who had stood next to him on his own... He looked down at the little boy who only reached his armpits and greeted him, "Little Ur, what are the plans for the rest of the day?"
Ulrichila Jem Goodwin, known as "Little Ulrichila," took a couple of puffs of his pipe, then handed the nearly burnt-out pipe to his adjutant behind him, saying, "No plans, or rather... the plans for the next period of time are all about defending the city."
Hold onto the newly captured city, even if the duchy's lines ahead seem poised to crumble at any moment.
This was a very conservative strategy, but no one had any objections. After all, the Empire's goal was not to win, but to make a tacit deal with the Duchy.
Sometimes, victory is not victory, and defeat is not defeat.
"Go down..."
As Ulrichila spoke, he waved for the guards and adjutants behind him to leave. Then he looked at Shara, who was leaning against the ruins with an indifferent expression, and asked, "How is Imra-ge doing lately?"
This statement is made as if it were certain that Shara and Illa had recently been communicating.
"It feels pretty good. If you go to him... he might feel troubled."
Shara answered calmly, without any attempt at tact. After confirming that no one was listening, he said, "It sounds to me that the Demon King's Territory is a good place. Uncle Yinla might be more comfortable here than in the Empire."
"..."
"I see..."
As Ulrichila spoke, his face was as calm as that of a consul, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking, but his eyes clearly relaxed, as if he had put a weight on his mind.
That's good.
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