The only problem is that it's hard to allocate tasks when there are too many people, and hard to beat the Boss with too few.
But soon, they won't have to worry about that anymore.
The Dusk Knight unleashed a terrifying blaze; the pitted ground was stuffed full of flames, with fire even spilling out, billowing black smoke rising into the sky, and then knitting together to enrich the dark clouds above the castle.
A terrifying thoroughfare, hundreds of meters wide and countless kilometers long, was forcefully carved out, extending as far as the eye could see.
The Undead suddenly became honest.
Let alone defeat the Boss, they couldn't even catch a glimpse of it.
...
"They've all gone."
The King of Black Phosphorus was getting anxious; he had never seen such lackadaisical Soldiers in all these years.
Taking to the battlefield without haste, occasionally even fleeing in secret, and utterly unwilling to fight when it came down to it.
