Dismas revealed his teeth as he looked at the Arkul gate, which had been completely destroyed in only two blows.

“Imil, head over to Cabragh,” Dismas ordered as he looked for Juan, who had disappeared from the mountain.

“Doctrinal General?”

Imil looked at Dismas with a perplexed expression on his face, but soon realized his intentions.

“Doctrinal General, you must come with me! This is not your ordinary battlefield. The Order of Surtr isn’t here and neither are the Cainheryars! Above all, Telgramm is not fully ready to operate just yet!” Imil shouted in a hurry to stop Dismas.

“He is still here, Imil. He has already done such terrible damage to our soldiers. We can’t just let him leave him like this without getting revenge on him.”

“But you already know that we can’t win!”

Dismas turned his head and glared at Imil with sharp eyes.

Imil gasped when he met Dismas’ gaze, but gritted his teeth and continued to speak.

“You… must come with us… without you… we will not be able to hold out… Doctrinal General…”

Dismas frowned and lifted Imil up by the collar. Then, he pulled off the necklace hanging around Imil’s neck and forcibly put mana into it.

Imil tried to shout something, but his body soon disappeared as if it had just been erased by that light. Only then did Imil realize that he was forcibly being sent to Cabragh.

To prepare for the upcoming battle, Dismas took out the bleeding hammer that he carried on his back. The handprint on the hammerhead left by Juan was clearly visible. The hand that had left this handprint had also left a scratch on Dismas’ pride.

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