The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Hard Decisions (Part 2)

***The Biorno camps***

The Lord Sargdhenerri watched as his soldiers carried off the corpses in and around their defenses, both ally and enemy. While he did agree with the former god's condition to 'kill everyone' that opposed him, at least, he could give them a proper burial. Besides, he had to call off the planned counterattack against the forces inside the Conclave, since the anomalous weather earlier killed several of his warriors, and destroyed many of their equipment.

He has sent for additional requests for soldiers and arms from his village, but it will take a while to come.

"..."

Nevertheless, the Biorno vassal remained cautious as the lull in fighting went longer. Before he left, the former Lord Gaius gave him a warning about the human head scholar...

"You must keep on a lookout for a golden-yellow glow in the Conclave," he told him. "That human, Greg Santos, may use the god-power of the Beastman Saint against your forces."

"What do you mean? That man is also a saint?"

"No, but he is trusted by the saints, they inadvertently passed to him their powers," Gaius revealed. "And you can't do anything once he used the god-power to fight you."

"I'd like to see him try," the Lord Sargdhenerri replied. "I'll assign the best of my artillery crews to keep him off my soldiers."

"Hm...that's a good plan. Well, in any case, don't say I didn't warn you."

The Biorno vassal grinned. While the human head scholar called a rain of hailstone to his forces in the end, they still suppressed him initially. If they could repeat that, and be more aggressive in their counterattacks, they could capture the Conclave before the Lord Santos could inflict casualties on his soldiers.

"Milord..."

The Lord Sargdhenerri's thoughts were interrupted when an aide called out to him. The demon was pointing upward, so he followed his direction. Much to the Biorno vassal's surprise, dark clouds had gathered above their camp once again. The uncanny speed at which the clouds grew told him that the human head scholar was using his god-power again.

"Alert the artillery," the Lord Sargdhenerri ordered. "And get our scouts looking at the Conclave for any bright, golden-yellow light. Direct the cannon fire on that spot once they see it!"

"Yes, milord!"

The pre-arranged bugle signal for the Biorno soldiers to take shelter was sounded. The burial parties had to leave the bodies behind, as they rushed back to their defenses. Meanwhile, the artillery crews raised against time to prepare their cannons, and the scouts on their spyglasses scoured the Conclave from a distance, looking for that golden-yellow light.

Soon, there was someone shouting...

"The Conclave's tower!"

True enough, there was a bright golden-yellow glow right at the topmost center of the school's highest point, where the Head Scholar's office was supposed to be located. The Biorno artillery crews quickly reoriented their cannons to its direction, and with their officers' signal, opened fire simultaneously. Around forty shells fell on that part of the Conclave within a few minutes.

"Don't stop firing!" was the Lord Sargdhenerri's command, as the dark swirling clouds kept on forming, and flashes of lightning appeared.

The Biorno soldiers watched in anxious anticipation of what's to come. Having experienced the terrible onslaught brought by the human head scholar's god-power earlier, to see the foul weather form once again was enough to batter their morale. The only ones foolish or brave enough to stand in the middle of their camp were the artillery crews trying to counter the magic attack, and their lord commanding them.