Thanks to the intervention of the Griffin Knights and Pegasus Knights, the sporadic harassment from the Swamp Demons didn't slow the army's advance in the slightest.
From the center of the column, Marshal Gaius and several Domain Level Powerhouses watched with looks of approval.
"Iron Blood" Luke, in particular, watched the orderly and efficient flying troops in the sky and said to Raylo beside him in his rumbling voice.
"Your Highness, your flying corps is the sharpest spear in the entire Northern Territory."
Raylo simply gave a calm nod, his gaze fixed on the depths of the swamp.
'This little scene is just an appetizer. The real danger still lies hidden in the place where the miasma is thickest.'
「Nightfall.」
The army chose a relatively high, dry patch of ground to make camp.
Bonfires blazed, pushing back some of the gloom and cold, but the swamp at night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
