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Leonel had never expected that he wouldn't even get a chance to rest.

A whirlwind of orders and roars shook the small fort. Lancelot's carefree demeanor completely vanished as he took hold of the situation. This fort was his own to control.

The truth was that this base was in far better condition than the others would be. With a Knight of the Round Table protecting it, those stations here were several levels luckier than they otherwise might be.

This was the first time Leonel had ever been on a true battlefield. Though he had fought the Englishmen alongside the French, those men were so much weaker than him that his life was never truly on the line. This was especially so when it was considered that Aina had been by his side.

But this time, if he was just a bit careless, even a foot soldier could take his life. The warriors of this world were on a completely different level. He simply couldn't afford to take any of them lightly.

For some reason, though… Leonel felt and urge to take the vanguard.

Even he was shocked by this sudden change in his psyche. The thumping of his heart reminded him of the first time he stepped onto a football field. It was the very same feeling, that will to conquer and pit his wits against that of the enemy.

However, all this time, such a thing had been repressed to the depths of his heart. He simply didn't like to kill. Such contradictory feelings always clashed within him to the point his initial instincts were tempered and snuffed out.

But… the enemy was once again not human.

Leonel suddenly smiled.

Project Hunt island. Back then, he had felt the fetters of his heart release a bit.

his feet. As a mage, it was only right that he stood at the back of the army. It was his job to observe a formation of Earth Mages and understand their procedure for future battles.

When he

'So it's like that…'

lightning connected his memories

level seven book, one at the limit of what Leonel was allowed to read currently. It was a theory speaking on the connection

Earth. Though some people believe in it, many dismiss it as a ridiculous notion. Even Leonel

was impeding the pure flow of his spirit and limiting his future path.

deep breath and closed

Camelot. His age was easily three or four times that of Leonel's, maybe

saying that he subconsciously placed himself on the same level as

this to the depths of his soul. He wasn't faking

mages who were incredibly

distance, a vile army of Demons surged forward

tongues as rough as sand paper. Grey skinned humanoids with all sorts of horns and antlers on their heads. Scaled humanoids with reptillian eyes. Grotesque vultures looming in the skies with

this young man

He felt his bronze Runes flicking into and out

were like hawks, he automatically locked onto three Demon Lords in the

of its horns were a deep, obsidian black, making it look as though it

and wrists. At the end of its chains there were massive heavy balls of black steel. Their weight were so substantial that they left long, deep trenches in the ground as the skeleton walked

of it, it was completely exposed. Leonel could even seen the lines of muscle fibers beneath its shedding skin. However, instead of these muscles being a

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