His entire attention was fixed on the deteriorating state of his knight corps.
He couldn't stop himself from cursing under his breath: "Useless trash, all of them."
Still, what could he do now? He had no other choice but to rely on this group of "trash" to hold the line, for he needed to buy enough time for his allies.
After all, his allies had only been able to infiltrate the lowest-ranking demon forces, and it would take both time and opportunity to get close to the Demon King in the rear.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!!!
Watching the number of his troops dwindle, the Pope could no longer suppress his boiling rage.
Thankfully, the miserable states of the other countries helped soothe him just a little.
The other countries weren't like him; they hadn't brought elite forces.
If his guess was correct, the rest of them had just casually brought some troops along as they did in previous years.
