The formation shifted again. The Fang Riders were burned, and the throwing unit that rushed in to help was nearly destroyed as well.
“The central ogre unit has changed their attack pattern. They are now throwing those weapons at us from the outset and breaking apart our lines.”
‘Petty tricks. Increase the cavalry we sent toward the forest on the left flank to five hundred. And in exchange, redirect about a hundred of the magicians who were moving in to capture the lizardmen to the center.’
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The two-man cells functioned flawlessly as they encircled the lizardmen.
And soon the worms and the beast unit were also burned away in flames before the knights.
“The enemy spellcasters in the center have split off from the ogres. They are joining the infantry. It seems they are going to attack in coordination with the ogres.”
‘Restore part of the tercio in response. Form a bulwark in order to push them back. As for the rest, they should remain focused on intercepting the enemy.’
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Morning, repeating again and again.
Victory after victory offered up to the Hero.
Yasuharu cast it all to the side without the slightest emotion. He only devoted himself, single-mindedly, to optimizing the battlefield.
The enemy’s movements were growing monotonous. Casualties steadily decreased, and everything was proceeding exactly according to his calculations.
‘This will do.’
The observer who had been examining the tactics up to that point declared with apparent satisfaction.
‘Win, Yasuharu.’
With a nod, Yasuharu began yet another ‘advance.’ He had already lost count of how many times he had done this.
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With overwhelming dread and powerlessness, Sheto fell to his knees.
‘Sheto!’
“What is it!?”
The goddess and demon general’s voices rang with different emotions.
Salia understood everything and felt despair, while Berganda had no idea about what the future held.
“This…this…what can we, do!”
The repeating mornings.
Komos, Zebine, the ogres and trolls on the frontlines, the Fang Riders, Lizardmen, magic beasts and other soldiers. All died in front of his eyes, over and over again.
And after each rewind, more died.
The Hero’s army was no longer in the tercio formation. They were a giant trap created to eat their enemy.
“Why are you shocked? What of that formation?”
“You! I explained, already! I’ve…had enough!”
‘Do not panic, you fool!’
The Dragon God’s voice rang across the battlefield. Everyone who heard it looked up at the sky in surprise. Even Berganda seemed confused.
‘I already explained it, did I not? From here on, it is a contest of nerves. Both sides must exhaust every measure at their disposal…and endure, until at the end of that deadlock, the decisive move can be struck.’
“When!? We…have been losing, always! Everyone dies! It repeats!”
‘No. You have drawn out the enemy’s moves and forced them to narrow their options. After all, an optimal solution is nothing more than a victory within limited conditions. It cannot withstand a blow delivered from outside one’s awareness.’
The kobold gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.
It was all the Dragon God’s plan. He understood that. However, the repeating nightmare was eating away at him without mercy.