Within the castle of the Wolfenstein Kingdom...

"Charles, I cannot believe that the time would come when you'd disappoint me…" A gloomy voice could be heard behind the curtains in a certain dark room within the Wolfenstein castle. Charles, who was still in deep thought, was startled by the sudden voice but returned to a somewhat calmer state as he felt a sense of familiarity with it.

"Humph, disappoint you? Is there something wrong?" Charles replied in a cold tone, but he could not hide the hint of fear that skittered throughout his body. He did have a sense of hostility towards this seemingly mysterious man in front of him, but he was not someone he was unfamiliar with, nor is he someone he dares to provoke for no reason.

A dark cloaked man slowly approached Charles within the room. The aura this shadowy figure emanated was so powerful and ghastly that Charles was having a hard time catching his breath.

"You promised me years ago that you'd be able to handle anything and everything that goes against our goals, yet you can't even get rid of small rats from the Ranustin Kingdom? And now they dared make their own move because of your carelessness…" The voice sounded even deeper as it was trying to cover up the seething anger from within.

An illusory image of the eastern stronghold appeared in front of Charles. This scene was produced through observation magic. Within the moving images was an unknown gigantic figure roaming nonchalantly within the eastern stronghold, blood was everywhere as the bodies of the slain soldiers started to disappear.

Charles' face immediately turned pale as the unknown figure's helm opened, revealing the face of a man he was vaguely familiar with, "It's him..." He could only mutter those words as he saw the man that had single-handedly wiped out the entirety of one of their strongholds. "...And it seems like you even know this man..." The cold voice of the cloaked man was heard.

"Yes, and I'll take care of him, I can handle this!" Charles replied as he hurriedly ran towards the door, but an illusory purple blob plunged towards his back! Charles had a surprised expression as he slowly turned towards the shadowy figure, "You, you can't do this!" Charles retorted as his body started to shrink and condense into an orb...

The mysterious figure grabbed the floating orb that was Charles and swallowed it whole, as he quietly muttered, "Don't worry my grandson, I'll do it myself..." King Louie, the grandfather of both Charles and Louie the 3rd, grinned as he removed his hood, revealing his abnormally youthful face as it gradually looked even younger after consuming the orb. Staring at the images that were still playing, he revealed a devious smile, "I smell abundant life within you... I'll have it for myself."

...

Destroyed Eastern Stronghold of the Wolfenstein Kingdom

"They are still roughly four kilometers away from us. We still have time to prepare." 

Feihren had used [Battlefield Scan] at its maximum 5-kilometer radius, revealing that at least 30 thousand soldiers could be seen within 4-kilometers of them, but Feihren had estimated that it would total to roughly 200,000 men, more or less. 

"They're like marching ants... 200 thousand people seems a little too many for a single man don't you think?" 

Feihren jokingly asked the members of his party, but only one of them replied to this.

"You still want us to prepare?! Are you out of your mind! How about we run for our lives with this opportunity instead?! Huh?!" One of the Bainzen mages quickly rebuked Feihren's proposal of still engaging in battle.

"You want to back out now? But you signed up for this yourselves, did you not? A 10-man party sent against the entirety of the Wolfenstein Kingdom. Isn't that what King Samson had announced and proposed?" 

Feihren had replied with a serious face, but he thought that these people are just a little push away from admitting who they were or what they were really are up to. But to Feihren's surprise, these people did not budge! They just clenched their fists as they nodded with hesitant approval. 

'Oh, I have really underestimated their willpower, good! Then just make sure you stay alive until I know what you all are really up to'.

The party braced themselves as they started preparing for the inevitable combat ahead...

If anyone could see this ridiculously small amount of people standing strong against two hundred thousand soldiers of the Wolfenstein Kingdom, one might think that the King of the Ranustin Empire and the entirety of the major kingdoms on the Blaz Continent should have been confined to a mental ward long ago. The odds were at the extreme of ridiculousness. One person on the Ranustin side would have to be equal to 18 thousand soldiers for them to stand a chance!

But Feihren was confident that his party could hold on pretty well. He had already made ample preparations in case the 'Grand Assault Plan' didn't go as he expected it to, but there is no point in regretting anything. Besides, the enemy had personally come to them! They do not need to do anything complicated anymore. The plan at first was too ridiculous even for Feihren's taste anyway. So they might as well not do it if they don't have to. Feihren opened the menu that held his draft for the plan and reviewed it once more.

...

[Grand Assault Plan]

-Sneak into the capital with cool looking black robes.

-Position yourselves into strategic position surrounding the castle.

-One member makes a commotion near the doors.

-A few guards would come to stop the commotion, reducing Feihren's targets

-Go into the castle, Legendary James Bond style.

-Let another member throw Samael's rock at the people who would chase me.

-Samael blocks the entrance.

-Let the other members buy time for me until I get the essence.

-Go to the topmost part of the castle, then rain down bullets at the incoming soldiers

-Win.

...

Feihren then closed the tab that as he pressed the "Delete" button. For awhile there, he had questioned his sanity a bit. 'It sounded ridiculous when I read it out loud...'

He then instructed the party members to gather at the top of the largest fortress building within the stronghold as Feihren had positioned himself on top of the wall that was between the woodlands and the stronghold. It was illogical to face such numbers head-on.

Brawn with brains is always the best option.