[Jarilo-VI], Belobog, the city protected by giant walls, is also the only relatively warm city on this planet with a large population.
The giant walls protect Belobog, while the Silvermane Guards protect the walls.
A large-scale mobilization of Silvermane Guards is currently locked in a bloody battle.
Some wield poleaxes, others heavy cannons, wearing identical silver armor, fighting fiercely against the Fragmentum Creatures, holding back their assault on the walls…
Boom— The roar of guns and artillery is constant, straining every effort to block the advance of the Fragmentum Creatures.
The Silvermane Guards wielding poleaxes clash intensely with the near-humanoid Fragmentum Creatures.
The clang of collisions and terrifying shrieks echo across this vast, white, snowy plain.
Blood stains the snow red, and crisp sounds of shattering ring out from time to time, interwoven with terrifying shrieks, explosions of energy, and pained groans.
This is a battle from which they cannot retreat.
Behind them lies their final home; everything they possess, save for their lives, is there, and it must not be lost.
Even if their iron armor is soaked in blood and shattered, they must never drop their weapons.
Yet, looking at the Fragmentum Creatures constantly surging from the Rifts ahead, a feeling of desperate numbness rises from within.
Is there truly an end to this?
Even if they win this battle, it will be a pyrrhic victory with an extremely heavy price.
How many more Silvermane Guards will fall in this fight?
When will this ever end?
The handsome young man commanding the frontline, Gepard, looks at the horrific casualty ratio on the battle report.
Even with a will of iron, he cannot avoid a moment of wavering.
“Supreme Guardian, the sacrifices of the Silvermane Guards are already too great.
Why make such a decision?” “Report, sir!
There are too many Fragmentum Creatures; our frontline can barely hold!” A blood-soaked Silvermane Guard returns from the formation and runs up to Gepard to report.
“Very well, I understand.
I will lead men to hold back the charge of the Fragmentum Creatures and wait for reinforcements.” “You, take him to a safe area for treatment.” “Yes!” The Silvermane Guards called upon do not hesitate, grabbing the wounded soldier’s shoulders to take him away.
“No, I can still fight!
I’m not leaving!” The two Silvermane Guards are helpless.
If the soldier re-enters the battlefield, it will surely be a one-way trip.
Thus, they strike him on the back of the neck to knock him unconscious, then quickly carry him away.
Gepard is full of worry, knowing this cannot go on.
Even if they can hold off this wave of attacks, who knows how many more Fragmentum Creatures will surge forward afterward.
However, it is useless to think so much now.
If they cannot even survive the current battle, there is no point in considering what comes after.
Wielding his heavy shield to crush another approaching Fragmentum Creature, Gepard, bearing the brunt of the pressure, stands at the very front of the line, acting as a shield for everyone, which drastically reduces the pressure on the other Silvermane Guards.
However, the combat effectiveness of the injured soldiers has dropped, and maintaining the frontline remains difficult.
Just then, a vast life force covers the area where the Silvermane Guards are located.
In an instant, whether they are wounded or exhausted, the Silvermane Guards all feel a sense of renewal in their bodies.
Gepard does not know the source of this warm, healing power, but that does not stop him from seizing the opportunity to command the Silvermane Guards to launch a swift counterattack.
It is also at this moment that the Silvermane Guards notice several powerful experts have appeared on the battlefield.
A young girl charges at the forefront, holding a baseball bat in one hand.
As she grips the bat, she kicks off the ground, twists her waist, and pivots, sending the approaching Fragmentum Creatures flying with a swing, simultaneously knocking down a whole wave of incoming Fragmentum Creatures.
A cool-faced, handsome youth sweeps his spear horizontally, taking out a large group of Fragmentum Creatures, and casually rescues several besieged Silvermane Guards.
A pink-haired girl forms a bow and arrow out of ice, firing an arrow wherever help is needed.
She acts swiftly and always manages to relieve the soldiers in time.
There is also a girl with white-gold hair positioned at the back of the line.
Compared to the others, she seems unremarkable, but ever since she stood there, no more Silvermane Guards have been wounded.
Once someone is injured, the wound heals rapidly, and they maintain abundant vitality.
Gepard also notices these individuals and feels the abundant energy within his body, but now is not the time to dwell on such things.
He must first drive back these damned Fragmentum Creatures.
After several hours of intense fighting, the Silvermane Guards look at the Rifts from which no more Fragmentum Creatures emerge, and look at the familiar faces around them; nothing can express their current excitement.
“We won!!!” “Woohoo!!!” Gepard follows the silent youth to Serena.
Looking at the white-gold haired girl before him, Gepard learns through the silent youth that it is because of her existence that everyone on the battlefield miraculously survived.
“Greetings!
Friend from beyond this world.” “Hello, Officer.
My name is Serena.
You must have already learned about our origins from my companion, right?” Serena looks at the handsome young man before her, who bears no wounds on his body, but whose armor is covered in various nicks and burn marks, and says, “My name is Gepard, and I am a Captain of the Belobog Silvermane Guards.
The guests have already told me about your origins.
You are an interstellar rescue team, right?” “Yes, Mr.
Gepard.
I am the Chief Healer affiliated with the Herta Space Station, a walker of the Path of Abundance, and the person in charge of this rescue team.
These are my companions, who also serve as guards.
Do you have any more wounded?
I can help treat them first before discussing anything else.” Gepard nods gratefully.
“Thank you, friend from beyond this world.” Although he does not know the purpose of these extraterrestrial guests, the lives and safety of the Silvermane Guards are more important right now.
The Silvermane Guards who were transferred to safe areas earlier due to injuries did not receive Serena’s healing because they were far from the battlefield.
Gepard leads them to the safe zone, where Serena sees many Silvermane Guards who were placed here earlier due to severe injuries.
She does not choose to heal them crudely with life force as before, but instead carefully examines them one by one.
Eventually, she treats all the Silvermane Guards; for missing limbs, she reattaches them if possible, or simply regrows them if not; for those who have lost too much blood, a single healing spell restores them to full health.
Thus, after a long period of treatment, the Silvermane Guards have all regained their health.
Gepard watches the busy girl, covered in sweat, and is immensely grateful for her contribution, knowing that his comrades being able to survive intact until now is entirely thanks to her help.
“Thank you so very much, friend from beyond this world!”