"Block him, Daemon,"

Aryandor said upon seeing Rudy heading towards the academy.

"Bone Spear."

Following this, Daemon attempted to stop Rudy's movement using mana.

However, he couldn't stop Rudy.

"Gravity."

Astina pressed down on the spear flying towards Rudy.

"Don't you have someone else to fight?"

Astina asked with a smile.

"Ugh..."

Astina glanced at Aryandor.

Seeing Aryandor react like that confirmed it was definitely a good situation.

But that didn't change the situation on the battlefield.

With Rudy gone, there could be a gap.

I signaled the hidden troops, so we could hold on, but the disruption to the original plan was problematic.

Daemon felt the same.

He knew Aryandor was up to something, but he never imagined the enemy would realize it first.

'But.'

The primary goal for the rebels was to break through the canyon.

Even without precise knowledge of the inside, the situation was clearly good.

'To maintain this situation.'

Daemon made a quick decision.

To keep the situation on the battlefield, Cromwell and Astina had to be held back.

That way, the undead could dig through the canyon.

Daemon reached towards the ground.

"O beings at life's end, receive my power and become one with me."

The ground then began to stir.

Bodies around started gathering towards Daemon.

Astina frowned at this sight.

Though she didn't know what magic it was, it was related to necromancy.

It had to be blocked.

"Gravity Field!"

Astina tried to block the stirring bodies around with magic, but Daemon shook his head.

"It's no use."

Bodies were gathering.

Not just the bodies of those who had died on the battlefield, but also those beneath the canyon's ground and nearby.

All started to rise.

Even as Astina tried to block with magic, the bodies resisted, twisting their bones to stand.

'Is he creating undead?'

Normally, creating undead like this wouldn't be significant.

Such undead are numerous but lack quality, easily annihilated in an instant.

However, something was off.

"Bones and flesh shall become one, and their bodies shall come to me."

Daemon continued his incantation.

The gathered corpses melted as if they had entered a furnace, gradually merging into one large mass.

"What the hell..."

"Monster?"

The soldiers widened their eyes at the sight.

The corpses melted and became one, forming a large body that began to lift Daemon high off the ground.

The mass gradually took on a human form, resembling a giant.

"That is..."

Astina recognized something like this.

It was similar to the undead caught by Professor Robert on their way back from visiting the Railer family with Luna.

A monster with a huge body that kept regenerating.

"It was similar."

"There shall be one death."

Daemon finished the incantation.

"Rising Titan."

A giant appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

It was a monster made of corpses and clumps of earth and dirt, clinging to Daemon as if they had become one.

"This seems stronger than what we saw before."

Astina sighed.

Thanks to Professor Robert, she knew how to fight this kind of monster.

A monster that keeps regenerating even when its body is cut.

Therefore, its core had to be targeted.

"Astina! What's going on here?"

Cromwell, who was dealing with Aryandor and Venderwood, stepped back and asked Astina.

"It's a monster created by a necromancer."

"Necromancy?"

"This is going to be a headache."

It was impossible to stop it alone.

Well, to be precise, it could be stopped, but it couldn't be killed.

But leaving it alone was not an option either.

This was a battlefield.

People would continue to die, and this giant would use them as nourishment to grow even larger.

So, it must be destroyed.

"Professor, can you help?"

"I could help, but..."

Cromwell looked down.

He saw Venderwood and the fake Aryandor.

Although Aryandor was a fake, he was far stronger than ordinary soldiers, and even the professors could not stand against him.

"Shouldn't we leave them to those guys?"

Astina pointed to the meadow far away on the opposite side of the canyon.

Soldiers coming from where the rebels had come, on the other side of the canyon.

The northern army led by Rie had arrived on the battlefield.

"Can we trust them with this?"

"Yes, they are reliable."

"What about the back then?"

The outside of the canyon was one thing, but the inside was also a problem.

As the undead continued to enter, someone was needed to stop them.

"Isn't Professor Mcguire there? And him."

"Him?"

"The one who is extremely effective against the undead."

The technique that is extremely effective against the undead.

The one who possesses it.

That was Evan.

Evan's nature magic was the polar opposite of necromancy, capable of dealing lethal damage to the undead.

Cromwell nodded after hearing Astina's words.

"Alright, we'll do as you say."

Astina smiled at Cromwell's response.

"Listening to your disciple won't do you any harm."

"Yeah, let's see how great my disciple is."

With that, Cromwell and Astina looked at the giant in front of them.

In front of the academy.

A man looked up at the academy from its entrance.

"Is there a barrier put up?"

The man was not alone.

Another person, with their face hidden under a hood, was with him.

They stood at the entrance of the academy, unable to enter because of the barrier.

"Who's there!"

A middle-aged man came out from the inside of the academy as he saw someone lurking around.

"Hmm...?"

"I asked who you are! Reveal your identity!"

The middle-aged man demanded, on guard.

Thump!

"Can you lift this barrier?"

The man standing in front of the academy asked, tapping the barrier with his hand.

"What?"

The middle-aged man looked at him as if he were absurd.

As he stared at the man's face, the middle-aged man's eyes widened.

That face was all too familiar and should not have been seen.

"Aryandor?"

The middle-aged man quickly began to manipulate mana, adopting a defensive posture.

"Oh, when guests arrive, one should think about how to treat them. Aren't you supposed to be a professor or something? Haven't you learned that?"

Aryandor said with a sneering smile.

"How can you be here..."

The middle-aged man knew there was a war going on in the canyon and thought the academy would be safe.

He was greatly mistaken.

If Cromwell had not activated the academy's barrier in advance, the inside would have been a mess.

The middle-aged man, somewhat relieved, looked at Aryandor.

"But, I really don't want to waste my energy here, so could you open this barrier?"

"Nonsense! Get lost. This is not a place you can enter!"

"Hmm... No reward for it, is that it? How about this? If you open the barrier, I'll let you live."

The middle-aged man couldn't keep up with Aryandor's self-absorbed talk.

What on earth was he talking about?

The middle-aged man then raised his hand to the sky.

A red light emanated from his hand.

It was a signal prearranged with the people inside the academy.

'But who is that person behind him?'

The middle-aged man was more concerned about the person behind Aryandor than Aryandor himself.

Even though the person's identity was hidden by the hood, it gave off an ominous feeling.

The middle-aged man shook his head, thinking over the situation.

He needed to come up with a plan for Aryandor.

'He cannot enter.'

The middle-aged man, sweating, looked at Aryandor.

Seeing him stand in front of the academy like that, he couldn't easily break through the barrier.

Of course, breaking through the barrier shouldn't have been possible.

The barrier Cromwell had erected was a legacy passed down through generations.

It was a relic left by ancestors to protect the academy.

No matter how powerful Aryandor was, he shouldn't have been able to enter through a barrier created by the collective effort of dozens of ancestors.

However,

"Hmm... Are you saying you won't open the barrier even after what I said? Then."

Aryandor moved his hand towards the barrier, manipulating mana.

"When I enter, you'll be the first to die."

"...What?"

Aryandor's mana stirred, and the surroundings flickered.

"Time Back."

And then,

The barrier disappeared as if it had never been there.

"Hmm, it seems like the barrier was made with magical artifacts after all?"

Aryandor stepped forward into the academy.

He naturally entered the inside as if nothing had been blocking the way from the start.

The person in the hood followed him inside.

"Ah... Ah..."

The middle-aged man trembled and stepped back.

"As promised."

Aryandor drew his sword.

"You'll be the first to die."