Is this really a Game?!-Chapter 505 The Old Protector Of The Realm

Reign was covered in lightning as he made his way to the place where Lieara was located. People couldn't even see his figure as he passed them with a speed much greater than that of sound.

'Lieara.' Reign thought as his gaze was serious.

'Just you wait, I'll get that demon out of you right away.'

While Reign was making his way to Lieara, the king and the other higher-ups of the kingdom were all sitting and looking at the map.

"Has Licht finished the task?" The king suddenly asked one of the generals who nodded at him.

"Yes, sir, he has managed to finish it, with his power, it turned out to be much easier than expected, the enemy was vastly unprepared to fight against a Tier II sorcerer."

"Good, how long will it take him to return?"

"About 2 days, my lord." The general answered, upon which the king sighed.

"With Licht and my son taking the lead, we should be able to push the enemy army back, at least on one front, but there's no telling if they have any more tricks up their sleeve."

"I agree, my lord, the enemy has been very secretive and unpredictable, even with sir Reign joining us, we shouldn't assume that victory is in front of us, at least not easily."

"Yes, Reign will be of great help, with him taking charge, I doubt that any enemy can withstand our attacks, but we still have no idea just how many monsters are in the mountain range, nor how many are Tier III." The king said as he rubbed the spot between his eyes.

"Not to mention that we still have no idea if there is a demon controlling everything from the shadows, or another demon worshipper who's stronger than the others we have encountered."

"Still, as long as the enemy has not reached Tier IV, sir Reign can take them on, with all of us helping him, there is very little chance of him losing the battle." Another general said, his demeanor expressing full confidence in his words.

"Ah, Eisenhorn, it seems you have finally decided to act." The king said upon which the general nodded his head.

"I ask of my lord to allow me to leave and join our army at sir Lios's position, we're currently in a stalemate there, if I join, I am certain that we can push back the enemy Tier II forces."

"You may go, I expect to hear good news from you soon." The king said as the general got up from his seat before bowing at him.

'Go, old friend, and show the world that you are still very much alive.' The king though as he looked at the back of his old friend that had once again taken a weapon and was ready to fight.

Eisenhorn Askeld

The man was once titled the most powerful person in the empire, one that was more talented than the king or any person inside the kingdom.

Many years ago, a strange illness hit the man, forcing him to stay at the peak below Tier I and never be able to improve. His mana slowly started leaving his body, his physical strength diminishing quickly, but he never stopped training.

The truth was, the man that had the greatest skill with a weapon, specifically the thick and heavy glaive that he liked to use, was him.

Lico, Lios, the king, none of them could even come close to him when it came to the pure skill with a blade.

But he had become weak, his muscles had almost withered away, and his mana was almost completely gone as well.

He spent most of his days in his small hut that was hidden behind the royal palace, often seen practicing with a weapon.

It was only after Reign had taken care of the demon worshippers inside the capital that he suddenly found his strength coming back to him.

All those years of despair and non-stop training in order to try and combat what was happening to him were suddenly gone.

He had seen the best doctors in the area, even traveling far away to the more powerful kingdoms in order to find a cure, but was unable to gain any answer. There was nothing wrong with him from the doctor's perspective, none of them could find the cause of his illness.

It turned out that he wasn't ill, but cursed.

The demon worshippers had cast a powerful curse on him a long time ago because they feared him, they feared the power he might one day possess.

It was only after Reign had found them all and destroyed their hideout, and the altar that was the medium for the curse that it was finally gone.

His strength rapidly returned, his muscles, which were once withered and small had become large, full of power once again.

Mana started returning to his body, nourishing the starving body and making it powerful once more.

In a mere matter of a couple of months, he had not only managed to return to his peak but go far above it. With his great skill with the glaive, he was able to fight against those that were much more powerful than him and win.

He had managed to reach the mid-grade of Tier II, shocking everyone. It was his request to have the king hide his return to power once it happened as he wished to travel to the mountain range and battle monsters in order to improve his strength, only when he reached Tier II did he show himself.

Even so, he had not even once fought against the enemy. 𝐟𝚛e𝐞𝙬𝗲𝒃𝓷𝒐𝘃e𝒍.c𝑜m

His return and appearance had been a secret that only the higher-ups knew about. He patiently waited, waited for a time to show himself in front of his troops once more and lead them to battle, just like he did many years ago.

And now, the man that the kingdom of Riplas had once hailed as their god of war was going to return. His pitch-black armor that was decorated with dark green lines seemed to take in the sunlight and leave no trace of it.

The helmet he had once worn was put on top of his head as he slowly exited the castle. The new soldiers had no idea who the person that wore such splendid and awe-inspiring armor was. They could see the rank and knew he was a general but had no idea who he was as they had never once seen him.

As for the older soldiers, the veterans that once served in the army?

Their weapons left their hands, falling down on the ground and making noise as they stared at the man with shock and awe. Some even kneeled down, something that was forbidden to be done to anyone except the king.

The reason why they did it?

Because Eisenhorn was not only a general but the protector of the realm. Even after many years had passed, the king had not stripped him away of the title, and neither did he give it to anyone else.

Tears fell down an old man's face as he waited for the old general next to his horse.

He kneeled down before taking out an item that was covered by a thick black cloth.

"Will the horn of the Einhards sound again, my lord?" The old man asked the general whose helmet suddenly moved.

The front side suddenly started retracting and showed his face. He smiled brightly at the old man and nodded, before uncovering the item and taking the splendid horn that once put fear into the enemies of Riplas.

"It will, my old friend."

Eisenhorn placed the horn on the back of his waist before climbing atop his horse and looking ahead of him.

The faces of the soldiers that served in the Einhards division, the most powerful division that existed in the kingdom and that would only move at the king's, or protector's order stood in front of him.

All of them knew who he was, the armor he wore, the scar that ran along his left cheek, the deep green eyes that one couldn't help but be drawn into, they were things they had learned ever since becoming recruits for the Einhards, the once private troops of the protector of the realm.

"Soldiers!" Eisenhorn shouted out, his voice echoing through the wide grounds in front of the castle where 1 000 Einhards were standing.

"Today we march!"

"Today we raise our flag that the enemy had forgotten!"

"Today the horn of the Einhards will blow, and the enemy will once again be reminded of who we are!"

"Today my soldiers, my brothers in battle, we ride and fight."

The soldiers all listened to Eisenhorn before all shouting greatly and following the old general as he rode out.

The most powerful division of the army of Riplas, the Einhards, would show once again after years of being inactive.

Even during the war against the alliance, the king hadn't deployed.

He didn't do so, simply because without their leader, the Einhards would not be as effective and wouldn't show the same power they once did.

They served as a special troop whose main mission was to charge through the enemy army and reach their commander before cutting his head off. In a defensive battle, their strength was diminished and their effectiveness was much lower.

But today, today they would ride forward and remind the enemy of the green spear of the kingdom that would not be stopped before fulfilling their mission.

As for Reign, he had finally arrived at his destination.