‘I came to give you victory, glory, and eternity. But how much are you willing to give up to lose?’

The best first move that one could make on the battlefield was the move that would smoothly lead them to the next move.

There was no such thing as a method that would guarantee Juan’s victory. He had simply decided to extend his sword to the right so that he could bring about even the tiniest change on the battlefield.

“To the right!”

The Imperial Army’s line turned right while running. A huge black dog dressed with golden decorations swept through the Imperial Army’s line. Instead of barking, the dog exhaled harshly.

The grass on the ground dried up and turned into small grains of sand as the heat from the dog’s breath swept past them. The swamp-like desert seized the cavalry’s ankles at once, and the horses collapsed.

The screams of the soldiers could be heard everywhere.

However, Juan gnashed his teeth and made a path in the middle of the hot, harsh tempest. The armor on him withered and scattered away.

Mallev of Sollapse and Sand was creating another huge desert in the Middle East. If Juan failed to stop Mallev, Torra would be in danger. A great famine would occur once the fertile plains of the central region of the empire were devastated.

Mallev snorted and jumped backward with a deriding bark instead of tackling Juan.

However, Juan could easily cover the distance between them with a single leap.

However, the unit that Juan had sent in advance to the right flank was closer to Mallev than him. Someone among the fallen knights stood up and pulled the string of his backward.

Mallev noticed the archer a bit too late because he was too focused on Juan. When the knight released the bowstring, his arrow instantly penetrated Mallev’s eye.

Mallev whimpered and started...