Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

- Dieto was not so far from the troops in Seylan, commanding the cavalry unit.

Having said that, I am not yet doing what I can rightly call command because all the soldiers I lead are ancient strong men of Rustinel and rely heavily on Galanga, my aide.

The location is on the left-wing side of the battlefield. He is entrusted with the odd role of holding between a Kingsguard with Seylan and a Horizontal Infantry Unit.

The main task is to hold down enemy infantry units so they can't turn to the sides or back of the allied horizontal formation.

Galanga says we're like buffers.

When the horizontal formation extends after Ceylan, a gap can be made between the Kingsguard led by Ceylan and the allied horizontal formation. For this reason, they were maneuvered to avoid being impacted by enemy soldiers.

Personally, I wish I could slip into the gap between enemy horizons and chop them up, without such hassle - when I told Galanga about it, she said, "Why is my strength critical to doing that?"

Sure, I have a lot of allies, but I don't condone gestures.

The vast majority of the soldiers are integrated into the Rustinel Squad, so there is a risk that they will not be removed depending on the composition of the Nadar soldiers.

Besides, it is also important to ensure that the mission is carried out.

If you behave on your own, there is also a risk that you will no longer be called into battle after that.

It is the mountains that I wish to mention the visible consequences, but I cannot help but be told that it is for the future of Rustinel.

However, I could see Seylan's battle in the distance.

Looking out would be the magical power and power used by Seylan.

A roar sounds.

The light strip is full.

A dazzling flash sweeps around.

Eventually the strong light and white smoke cleared, after which the enemy soldiers, who seemed to have been hit directly, were rolling over the ground in a blackburn.

It seems to me that it had a freshness that far exceeded the magic previously used by Arcs.

According to Galanga, that's the magic of Crocelle Road.

Once used, it emits a dazzling flash and dazzles the eyes of those around it.

All that remains after it clears is the black-burned corpse.

The enemy who stood in front of Crocelle Road said that all of it would follow an equally deadly path.

Impossible to deflect.

Besides protecting it.

Thus even now, rumours persist that those who are hostile to Crocellulode will die at home and abroad.

Besides, I'm still talking about additions and subtractions, so I can see the breakthrough.

Spill pounding on Galanga as he flies and moves his command to the cavalry.

"Galanga... it's time for me to move."

"Boy is in a position to take command, so you can't leave the fight to us."

"But come on, for a little while, huh? Huh?"

"Boy's gonna go wild when it's here. Come on. Until then, you can't put up with me."

Galanga doesn't even nod stubbornly at repeated demands. Moving his gaze to the side as he listened to his tongue.

"But your neighbor's free to do it, right?

"No, no, no. Even if they refer to me..."

What we're looking at right now is Noah Ingvain, one of Arcs' squires.

Apparently, he was instructed by Arcs shortly after the war, and he's acting apart from them, and now, just like himself, he's sealing up the infantry that's been separating him so that the enemy laterals don't protrude on the Crusader's side.

What's just different from ourselves is that we're using magic to interfere with enemy progression. Thoroughly that it freezes a wide area of ground and sprinkles more water over it to make it slippery. If you accidentally get on the ice, at the end of the day, you won't be spared a fall, and you're watching a bunch of soldiers hit in the head that way.

If the front falls, so does the back.

As if the back had collapsed the comma of chess, the effects of the fall would ripple across the board.

Even if they come forward, what lies ahead is a swordsman of beauty who shoots out ice cubes incessantly. Before reaching him, the fatalities caused by the ice strike were inevitable, so the enemy soldiers did not suffer.

... Chilled and drifting cold air on frozen ground will only make you feel cool for this one, but it will be bottomless cold for the enemy to crawl off the ground. I can't help but notice the horror of the enemy soldiers.

On the other hand, the person who breathes the cold air is gracefully patrolling the ice. As the right butler is, he is thankful to the enemy soldiers and displays a demeaning attitude.

Playing the tip of the ice sword with Piwin.

- What's the matter? You don't mind if I come here, do you?

Remove the handkerchief from the pocket of your jacket so as to imitate the sweat.

- Excuse me. Let me wipe some sweat.

Put your hands on your mouth, as if you had seen it in a painful sight.

- Oh, hit my head so hard... how painful.

... In that way, I was impressed that he was spitting poison when he did it, like when he was dealing with Arcs.

Always indispensable for provocation would be to invite an inadvertent prominence to reduce enemy soldiers and try to sharpen their will. The effect does seem to be out, and the enemy soldiers who preceded him are resting on their backs.

I was watching such a sight, and there was movement in the Nadar army.

Before the Kingsguard unit led by Ceylan, a different unit of equipment is deployed than the infantry.

To see the gear, apparently the troops of the Magic Instructor.

But I find the movement somewhat uncomfortable.

"Galanga, that"

"... that move, is good enough for a soldier in Nadar"

Garanga's mysterious mouth streets, now out in front of the Kingsguards, had a strangely good move. Overall, it is crisp and sophisticated with one foot at a time.

The right fold, the disciplined movement, is so reminiscent of imperial military personnel, to say the least.

"Everybody, [Type I Barrier Formation (Wall Alter)] No!

Under the decree of the Superior Mage, the Mages exercise their protective magic and develop gray barriers.

The protective magic is of a type I've never seen before. Besides, it looks a lot thicker.

On the other hand, even if a Kingsguard cavalry or a demon conductor strikes - that defense is impenetrable.

"Can't you pierce it with [Flash Spear (Flamloon)]?

"Oh, this is not good. Come on..."

It's not a very good situation, as Galanga groaned. Although Kingsguard is suitable for departure because it is made up of cavalry, this is not a good time. Some magic had a long range, so it could have been damaged.

"Galanga, to the rescue"

"No, Boy, you can't leave the holding you were entrusted to. Come on. You can't put up with me here."

"I said, if that's why the Admiral gets hit... Ah!

"Have you noticed?

"You mean you should just let someone turn around, not me?

When he gave the answer, Galanga nodded satisfactorily.

Yes, I am in command of the troops.

All you have to do is turn the commanding soldier around so he can always get you sweets and drinks.

That's all.

It's not hard.

As such, he took a few horsebacks of the cavalry standing in his arms and tried to fold it to the side of the enemy demon mentor unit.

Suddenly, out of the Kingsguard, Arcs protrudes.

Accompanying escorts are two horsemen, Kazi and Kingsguard, his squire.

While showing a good riding skill for the aristocracy living in the Wang capital, it was on their way as they ran their horses - the front of the enemy demon mentor unit in the example.

I guess you say we try to break the magic before it shoots us. However, despite the thick defenses on the front, the word helplessness had no choice but to take a position on the front.

Then the enemy cavalry rode a few horses and came forward to intercept them.

It is also possible that the magic of the Enemy Demon Instructor will be completed before it is cut through at worst.

Until the enemy demon conductor synchronizes the exercise of magic, there is now a respite.

Arcs moved.

Turning the horse to the side and whining about some spell, the created [magic letters (artsglyphs)] come together to make up a circular circle of magic formations. When Arcs inserted his hand between the rings as if to attach the magic formation to his right arm, the magic formation was fixed in that state and eventually turned out to be different from each other.

Rotation is fast.

A treble called Cuywin sounds.

From the gap of rotation, the spark is scattered like a willow.

The anger of the soldiers was wiped out by the magic of Arcs.

DODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODODO!!

... I think what I heard was probably that sound.

It is generally an unspeakable sound,

How many horseshoes does it sound?

Is it the sound of chestnut fruit playing?

Is that the sound of the waterfall's raging tao?

Shortly after the ear had a slightly numbing heat, countless black debris bursts from Arcs' arms, raining on all those who were in range.

The speed of being shot out is much faster than that of a crossbow.

Is that a meteor that falls into the sky between blinks?

It would be difficult to swing with horseback riding, no, that speed would be impossible first.

A cavalry exposed to too many attacks will literally smash and scatter.

We were supposed to take the big rubble like rain and get it right at that rate.

My body is grated by the horse body.

Dismantling yard scraps meat whilst.

There are no longer even prototypes left.

Whatever the attack is, it's not just that. No, the aim of Arcs was originally the Magic Instructors who were ahead of him, so naturally, I guess.

A number of black rubble piercing through the cavalry still does not slow down its speed, killing it into grey anti-sexuality magic during blinking. The grey antiseptic magic exposed to the magic of Arcs collapses by scattering magic light so that it can be played. Naturally, he became the feather of following an unbroken end, just like the cavalry, without the art of defending himself to a demon mentor who was defenseless.

... Everything disappeared in front of Arcs, who raised white smoke from his right arm, the noise of the iron bumping into each other, the grunting footsteps, the anger and the screaming.

The area was already a sea of blood. A meat mass floats in a bright red sea, as if it was crushed together by a giant monster demon hand that comes out in [Demon King at the End of the Century].

Is the enemy soldiers stunned in front of that sight? Even though I stopped my leg, no word comes out of my mouth to move on. No, I can't get out front. Because if you leave, you'll be the food for that magic. Sure.

"Aniki, wow..."

Exactly this could not have forbidden admiration. I didn't expect the Kingsguard to break through the defense he couldn't penetrate even if it took more than one person, with just one magic.

The magic shown before was also intense, but this is no less powerful than it is.

Leaking the disappearing admiration of the vocabulary, Garanga, who was next door, tells him to squeeze out his voice.

"Hey, what is that magic..."

Turning to a near-extinct surprise, I peek at its complexion.

"Galanga?"

"... Boy, have you just seen it?

"Oh."

"I didn't know you still had that magic..."

Garanga is surprised, afraid, and groaning with such an alternating voice.

But...

"Awesome indeed, but so surprising? 'Cause the National Magic Instructor is more amazing, right?

"Boy, that's not what this is about. Indeed, as Boy said, the magic used by the National Magic Instructor is much bigger, and the effect is not that ratio."

"Then."

"No, I'm not. So come on. The magic used by a national magician is extra for a large scale. You don't need a flame to burn a city to kill people by magic, do you? That's excessive. But Arcs didn't use it. That one doesn't have that extra."

"Extra?"

"I mean, you don't need a degree of extraneous power like a national magician to use that. Now, Arcs' magic should be no different than that of Shirai's magician."

Sure it is. They asked Rustinel's Hall, but Arcs seems to have extremely little magic power for the descendants of the common wizard noblemen. For this reason, they say that all the magic commonly used is a stumbling block of magic efficiency, and many consume less magic.

That is, what it means.

"... Boy, what do you think would happen if that was made available to anyone as a magician?

"Are those the other wizards?

It's about a multitude of magicians using that at the same time, extensively -

…………

Once again, I turn my attention to the tragedy created by Arcs.

There was no aim in the move that Arcs showed earlier.

I just fanned my arm and sprinkled the magic debris appropriately over its range.

Long range.

Speed is also fast.

The more silly it is to count the numbers, etc.

You don't have to worry about your aim like a bow or a stone thrower.

While I was thinking about that, I somehow understood Galanga's words.

If the demon conductor did use this on a troop-by-unit basis, he would be able to wipe out most of the soldiers.

A slow-moving infantry unit, naturally.

As I also saw a cavalry unit boasting high mobility.

Even if the Demon Commander unit lays defenses, they can't protect it.

Heavy-duty infantry is just a target.

It's a long archer unit, but which is the length of the range?

Naturally, because it is magical, the condition of mastery is always attached.

Just because it's announced doesn't mean tactics will cover it immediately.

Again, the enemy demon leader unit comes forward.

Probably trying to use earlier anti-sexual magic.

Despite being torn without difficulty just before, sticking to the same magic is an extremely dangerous act, but still trying to use it because you thought it was coincidental that it was pierced?

I'm well aware of your desire to live up to such pale expectations, but there's no way you can defend yourself in case.

When Arcs uses that magic again against the enemy's anti-sexuality magic, the magic still penetrates and destroys the enemy demon mentor. The surviving enemy demon mentors dropped behind the infantry, ignoring Polk Nadar's shivering voice.

Meanwhile, Arcs also decides that the Magic Commander unit won't move, or he goes back inside the Kingsguard.

As the Kingsguards greet each other in a gruesome manner, it is Saylan who is fine, alone. I'm really about to complain about something so that I can stick to Arcs. I've never seen you get excited before, but what the hell is wrong with you?

Arcs handled it in a somewhat troubled way. Eurid went in between and got back on track with him.

After a while, the cavalry, who was in the eunuch, starts skipping the instructions, either flashing back. But the infantry was already in a state of panic. Aside from those who set their feet on the march, some of them fleeing began to appear, and Polk Nadar's men cut it off and suppressed it.

"... well, if you can show me something like that, it will. Come on."

Soldiers flee. It's natural common sense on the battlefield. It's inevitable because everyone's life is in vain.

"Really, that's Aniki"

"Yeah, I totally agree with that."

Ever since I met Arcs, I think I've been saying all those words.

But his awesomeness isn't just about magic.

The same goes for the story of an army that climbed casually in conversation with him.

All the stories I heard in the room appreciated by him in the hall of Narvarondo were rushing to the point and there was a logic that made me think that would indeed happen when I heard the explanation.

Before the battle, let it be heard by my mother Louise,

- Keep up with Arcs Laceft. You like that?

and.

Even if you don't tell me, we're getting along.

Whatever you're thinking about, Galanga squeaks.

"... boy, shall we move?"

"Are you sure? You said you shouldn't leave your place earlier?

"It's an ad hoc guy. If that wave of panic passes to the entire army of Nadar, with immediate retreat. Come on. If you're bringing it, you'll lose our grip. And..."

"And?"

"They showed me that. So come on, you can't do it unless it's working. Besides, it's about time."

When I heard Galanga's words and looked at the center side, I noticed that your shout was getting louder.

Rustinel Squad will be on the verge of breaking through the center.

"Hehe, it's finally time! Thanks to Aniki for this too!

That's what I say, I yell at the Rustinel soldiers around me.

"We're not gonna lose, either! Bastards, keep going! I can't believe they took all my prey. I don't think we're going to have dinner for the time being!

A reliable voice rises from all around him. Inside even screaming. If you can't drink, you'll die. The effect that a ban on drinking would have would be outstanding.

Shortly after, I run the horse I was riding.

This is the horse my mother gave me for my seventh birthday. A thoughtful pattern because I have been looking after him since he was born. He's a powerful horse, and he runs fine, even if he has a breaking sword.

walking disease while rubbing the cutting edge to the ground. Breathe together, join forces. I can wait to see the slashing of the accumulation now.

The aim is a championship cavalry.

"Ahhhhhh!! Rah!!

Much slashes up the cleft sword, making a mistake with the enemy. The cavalry is divided into four meat chunks, two straight for each horse ridden, flying over. On the enemy soldiers, blood poured bright red rain.

The smell of raw iron makes me stand around.

Huh, a piece of meat that lost its prototype just happened to fall over the enemy soldiers. Enemy soldiers with high risen heavy objects slapped on them are doomed by it alone. Other enemy soldiers screaming like that blurred from the back of their throats.

"Look at my battle, and remember once and for all where Rustinel's sword (guillotine) came from!

Shouting at enemy soldiers about that,

"Fang, Fang. You can't have that dialogue after you've decapitated your enemies..."

"Shut up! I don't care about the details! Here we go!

"Heh heh -"

With that said, he rammed into the front enemy formation with the Galangas.