The winter of 1625 was unusually cold. Saintess Hillis thought so.

Oh, was it because she was rolling in the mud right now? 

She stepped on the collapsed Warrant wall and clenched her teeth as she gripped the Holy Spear tightly. "Ahh! Mother in heaven! Answer my prayers!"

Hillis exuded divine power beyond her limits. It was a foolish act that ate at her life, but she could not help it. Tens of thousands had already died. There was no time to think about the future at a time when millions of people were about to die.

- Caoooooo!!!

The howl of the family member of the Demon King that had destroyed a country more than 120 years ago echoed the battlefield. When the monster, whose power exceeded the great demons, howled, the soldiers who could not use mana collapsed from heart attacks.

"Gather your mana! Wake up!"

The knights at the vanguard barely held on to their senses and maintained their sword auras at General Bloody's cry against the large-scale flood of demons.

"Saintess!" Bloody cried.

"I know!"

Hillis focused her divine power on Bloody. He clenched his teeth and raised his martial arts to its limit. Golden grains spewed out of his whole body, giving off vitality. He began to shoot golden strong auras and hack away at the family member of the Demon King.

"Waaaah!"

The knights and soldiers let out cheers when they saw Bloody's power. His power was so great that the crowd of demons gathered in the aftermath of...