"Ah, no, I should be the one apologizing. It is my subordinates who are a bit too excited about going to battle, so they couldn't help but speak like this. I should be the one asking for your understanding. You do not need to blame yourselves."
Moran revealed a faint smile.
It was as if he was saying that both sides had reached an understanding.
The oppressive feeling that enveloped the position melted away, as if they had never been in a magical den at all.
However, everyone knew this was a lie.
"Ugh…"
The noble couldn't help but take a step back.
He had long heard descriptions of Moran from other kings, saying that he was a monster in human skin, a king so beautiful that it was terrifying.
Originally, he didn't understand anything after hearing it.
Now, this noble finally understood the true meaning.
He was already feeling afraid.
For those who worshipped Moran, his current demeanor was undoubtedly dazzling and warm, but for those with ulterior motives, Moran was like a steel tank showing gentle pity to ants.
There was nothing moving about it.
What remained was only fear.
The noble's fear seemed to spread.
The soldiers who had not heard the details were also beginning to feel the abnormality of their king.
An atmosphere of confusion spread among them.
This was a loss of composure that could be understood.
"Lord Moran, let's stop here for now. The soldiers have already witnessed your presence, and I believe they will be even more invigorated in the face of the upcoming war."
King Leodegrance immediately stepped in between Moran and the noble.
To prevent the atmosphere from becoming even worse.
He indeed believed that no king could compare to Moran, not even himself could match half of the other.
But he still had the perspective of an ordinary person.
This king was undoubtedly the one who could save Britain; he just hoped he wouldn't be angered by those foolish humans.
"I think so too. Please, everyone, do not be polite; this is the land I govern. Although there may be some things that transcend your understanding, overall, it will not hinder you. Please, feel free to prepare for battle here."
Moran smiled indifferently and turned to leave.
Throughout the entire process, almost no one dared to utter a word.
His demeanor made one feel that he was immensely magnanimous.
Even a slight smile, in the eyes of ordinary people, was like an avalanche or a tsunami. Some even lost themselves because of it.
—It was a majesty that even ten thousand beasts worshipped.
Afterward, what kind of terror would they face on the battlefield together? Everyone had already understood.
By the time they suddenly realized it.
A small number of people were attracted by this power, believing that with such a king, Britain would be unstoppable.
[After a day of troop mobilization]
[Soon, you will be ready for battle the next day]
[The Saxons had already lined up their troops in a formation of gunfire, located a few hundred meters in front of you]
[The overall number exceeded your estimates]
[There were at least eight thousand people]
[It was evident how obsessed the Saxons were with avenging their previous defeats at your hands]
[There was almost a twofold difference in combat power]
[The coalition army had only about four thousand people]
[The kings appointed the commanders of their respective legions as generals, with division leaders and battalion leaders below them, making the organizational structure quite solid]
[This also meant that the places where you could intervene were reduced; they hoped to turn you, the supreme general, into a mere decoration]
[The coalition army also lined up on the plain]
[However, the Saxons noticed something; they sensed the uneasy atmosphere among the coalition army]
[They initially thought it was the Britons who feared them]
[Many Saxons couldn't help but laugh]
[But soon they realized it was not the case]
[The gates of the city of Tintagel slowly opened, and a batch of troops walked out from inside—]
[That was an extraordinary army]
[Fierce cavalry riding on two-horned beasts and soul devourers, archers riding on bipedal dragons, orcs clad in black manes with sharp teeth and claws, and terrifying war pigs like chariots]
[Perfectly illustrating what a demonic army is]
[The two warriors at the forefront, with horns, held military flags, and you rode out in a chariot amidst this support]
[The Saxons were instantly dumbfounded]
[Their throats felt as if pierced, unable to utter a word, goosebumps covering their entire bodies]
[A sense of impending death seemed to be manifesting]
[The warhorses trained by the Saxons were paralyzed with fear]
"Do the Britons… have such an… army…?"
Among the Saxon troops.
A soldier whispered in fear.
The terrifying existence was something the Saxons had never heard of; they had heard that Britain had incredible things.
However, they never expected it to be this outrageous.
"That, that… two-horned beast… my grandmother once told me… but that's a monster that only appears in legends!"
"Dragons… that's a dragon that has already gone extinct! How could a dragon willingly submit to humans! What's going on with those Britons!?"
"Retreat! The intelligence was wrong! We should retreat now, right!?"
[The Saxons fell into chaos at this moment]
[What had only existed in legends, recounted by ancestors as bedtime horror stories, was now truly appearing before their eyes; the level of panic was almost unimaginable]
[The Saxons considered themselves a noble Germanic people]
[But facing an opponent composed of non-human entities]
[Their so-called pride was utterly insignificant; that army was made up of legends that people feared]
[Even looking directly at them required immense courage]
"Indeed, they are frightened."
Moran gazed at the chaotic Saxons in the distance.
The corners of his mouth lifted like a crescent moon.
In his previous battles, he had let Melusine take the lead, leading the Pelasgians in point-to-point assaults.
He had not deployed the main force of the demonic beast army.
Thus, the shock and fear the Saxons felt now were entirely within his expectations.
If they had not reacted this way.
That would truly be a problem.
"It seems that in this war, that guy Vortigern is not here. Did he get injured after fighting Uther? Well, if you don't show up, I will fight until you do."
Moran did not regard the Saxons as enemies.
The only one worthy of being viewed this way by him was Vortigern, who was revered as the demon dragon in Britain.