"Your imperial majesty! The Fifty-Fourth Infantry Crop has retreated from battle and has suffered heavy losses!"

"What do you mean that they retreated!" General Damarius yell at the messenger scaring him. "They should have been able to defeat those Bronach bastards!"

Putting a hand on the general's shoulder, Odin shook his head. "Now, now, calm down Damarius, you're scaring him." He then turns to the messenger. "Why did the Fifty-Fourth Infantry Crop retreat, what are losses, and why didn't they call for reinforcements.?"

The messenger straightens and clears his throat. "Your imperial majesty, Lieutenant General Mark reported that the reason that they had retreated is due to two individuals that were identified to be Justin the Frantic and Barbara the False Saint. And the losses were 25% of the Fifty-Fourth Infantry Crops being died or missing. As for why Lieutenant General Mark didn't call for reinforcements, it's because his radio was broken by the enemies as he tries to call for reinforcements," He said.

Hearing this, Odin sighs as he sat back on his throne. "I see, you may leave now and tell Lieutenant General Mark to meet me," He said to the messenger.

The messenger nod and leave.

After the messenger left, Damarius turns to Odin and bows down. "I apologize for my rude behavior, your imperial majesty," He apologizes.

"It's all right, after all, it's understandable for you to be so angry," Odin replied.

"Thank you," Damarius said as he stops bowing.

"However, to think that the two would enter the battlefield this early," Odin said. "This is a problem."

"It is a problem," said Chase. "Although it would be nice to see the situation itself. Too bad the news station stop reporting in on the war, would have made things a bit easier."

Odin chuckles. "Although the majority of Bronach is poor, the Royal Family have a hoard of that of a dragon so they could just bribe the news station to keep quiet," He said.

He then saw that Damarius looks confused. "General Damarius, it seems you are confused about something." Despite saying this, Chase already knows what Damarius was confused about.

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"It's...It's just that I don't why these two people...Would pose so much danger," Damarius said. Hearing that the Royal Army that he claims were weak could win against them with just the addition of two people shock him. "I just don't know how these humans could exist."

"Ah, Damarius you weren't part of the Sixty Years War, right?" Odin asks.

"Yes," Damarius said.

"I see." Odin then opens a keyboard that was on his throne armchairs and being typing into it.

A screen appears in front of the three with opinions like records. Odin clicks on records and being swiping through it. He stops on one of the records and clicks on it.

"Play Record 342?" The screen asks.

Odin turns to Damarius. "The recording will be low quality," He said. "Also, this recording will explain everything." He then clicks yes.

"Playing Record 342," The screen said.

The screen shows a battlefield of two armies fighting each other. One of the armies was winning. The winning army bears the emblem of the Imperial Army. It seems like a close victory when all of sudden, the Imperial Army begins to get push back.

The recording then shows two individuals fighting the Imperial Army. The two were Justin and Barbara.

Justin was using his sword to cut down the soldiers and then he held his sword up and then the blood of the fallen soldiers and form armor over himself. Magic, arrows, swords were unable to leave a scratch on him.

Barbara was summoning beasts of horror. The beasts had no eyes, one giant mouth, arms, claws, legs, and tentacles and look to be a mixture of different monsters. She was also forming walls of corpses and bones to block arrows and magic.

"Dark magic..." Damarius mutter.

However, the horrifying thing was the soldiers of the Royal Army. They were deformed and were bigger than that of humans. There were foams at the soldier's mouth, their eyes were blood red and their skin was forming scales. Black veins could be seen along their body.

The deformed soldiers rip apart the soldiers of the Imperial Army and roaring like that of a beast

Tbe soldiers of the Imperial Army scream in terror. Some try to run away, other try to fight back and some let themselves to be killed.

The recording then became shaky as it moved and then it stops recording.

"Recording stop," The screen said. The screen then disappears.

Odin turns to Damarius. "And that doesn't even show their full power," he said to Damarius. "They split the earth by using the lives of their own comrades and the people that fought with them spoke of these two using holy magic with bright light and not what we just saw. Also, that recording was during the beginning of my reigns and they haven't aged at all. "

"I-I see..." Damarius said. "Thank you for answering my questions."

Odin nod. "The worst of this is that the Cult of the Righteous One where these come from holds great powers in Bronach and we don't even know how far the cult's influences are or what their true power is," He said.

Damarius bows and left.

He sighs. "Chase, leave and calls the generals, and Spymaster Rose that we're holding a meeting and only to them. Don't let anyone else hear of this."

Chase nod. "Your majesty, may I asks why?"

"It's time for the Prōtegō to enter the war."