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

It was laughter that made noise in the ears of whoever was on the spot shortly after the takeover of Paul Nadar's squire, Byr Ern.

The laughter is loud as if that's what makes the whole mill door plain tremble.

Though I can only assume they are off track, such as laughing on such a piling battlefield of corpses.

The voices did intersect with what was called pleasure.

Eventually, after that laugh was lost, the battlefield is now surrounded by a period of silence.

Iron and iron collide, so does the sound of an outburst.

And the constant screams of the soldiers.

It was just a wake-up call, even the voice of Polk Nadar.

Everything about it was constantly disappearing.

Now in the tranquility again.

- Something's coming.

That's what I felt.

A feeling similar to the vicious signs of something ominous coming is definitely drifting from behind the enemy soldiers.

On the other side of the enemy soldier, visionary of something black, eventually the one who raised that laugh shows himself.

It was one man spanning a giant horse.

From the middle of the front battle, show yourself to break open the hedge of the enemy soldier and let him walk his horse gently.

Enemy soldiers give way to it, and those who lag behind are jumped by horses and trampled to the end. Too relentless a broad walk, even the enemy soldiers had their hips pulled.

Amazing would be the size of its length. It's in the sea of men, so much so that the whole thing can be seen. Even if you're on a giant horse, it's too big. A giant. Probably its back length, something over two meters. Great reminder of Marquis Caru Gaston - no, it's not hard to imagine that even in this distant distance he looks bigger than the Marquis of his (or).

Fat, fat Polk Nadar feels terribly small.

... all I see is a lot of hair. It is connected to a raised chin beard that stretches down to the cheek, in a style like a short box that we call in the world of men. Thick arms and legs, make me realize that the overgone expression of a skinny woman's waist or so was exactly what she said.

Cows, yes, like cows. I almost remember mundane glare at the crazy illusion that a furry cow, such as Buffalo, appeared on a giant horse.

The giant has two giant battle axes on his shoulders and his constant legs left to the horses.

Straight ahead, a Kingsguard unit, coming towards Ceylan.

Towards that giant bull, Kingsguard releases bows and arrows simultaneously......

"Davo. Ahhhhhhh! I can't take this eagle away with something like that. Whoa, whoa, whoa! haaaaaaaa!"

What the giant bull emitted was such a beast voice. The sound and the amount of voice that people can't speak about is a shock wave. Shortly afterwards, the giant swung a huge battle axe lavishly, paying off all the flying arrows.

And

"Hear the sound of those who are not far away. No! If you're close, stop by and look in the eye! Empire is the strongest! Balgu Gruba means this eagle. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The giant bull raises the name Barg Gruba and runs the giant horse instantly. The horse wears heavy horse armor but runs so lightly that it doesn't make you feel it.

- Empire is the strongest. The man who named himself Barg Grubba puts his imperial uniform in that body.

Then are you really an Imperial soldier? Even if I ever stuck Polk Nadar's back from behind, I didn't think it would even make it to the war, but that prediction seemed wrong.

Seylan, on the other hand, doesn't look like Barg Gruba, and does he have a verse in his name that comes to mind?

"Stupid, why is that guy here..."

"Not good...... all Kingsguards! To the front! Hurry up! Protect Your Highness!

Eurid, who was extremely calm and deposited, expresses a clear impatience in his voice.

Is it proof of that, even though there is still a distance between us and Balgu Gruba, a virile martial authority is passed on.

Its numbness is like a poison that inhibits muscle movement. Gradually, the body becomes less gloomy like it has been consolidated.

(Gu...)

Groaning in my heart at the intensity of the numbness.

In that way, it was shortly after I realized my fears.

The impatience that they thought they had overcome earlier returns.

If you don't stop that one, you're gonna lose.

If you don't stop that one, you're gonna die.

Another voice of my own comes to me freshly doing that.

There is no longer a moment of respite.

As the voice from within sounded like a tinnitus, the venom of the tension that had bound the body disappeared.

The body moves. On your own. Yet it feels as if the other self is holding the reins.

Run the horse in a hurry, leaving yourself to that feeling.

I'm saying something around, but I can't hear you.

Is it raising the voice of restraint to a mundane prominence?

Are you raising your voice of blame to yourself for not hearing that cessation?

The contents of the voice may not be known, but Balgu Gruba is in front of him. Hundred meters is the distance ahead. Until death, only a few more.

So I cast the most powerful spell I could use at the moment, still driven by that rush.

"- Extremely micro. Bonding. Focus...... blow it up small!!

- [Short Blast (Dwarfster)!!]

When you cast a spell, [magic letters (artsglyphs)] gather around Balg Gruba to build a magic formation to capture him. We catch Balgu Grubba in the ring - but Balgu Grubba walks in without a problem. Under what kind of thinking is it moving, such as being enchanted but not considering it?

To constrict the magic formation, when you grip your right hand harder, at the same time the magic formation is crushed.

The sound and impact of the instant explosion blew right in front of him.

The shock of blowing the sound rushes through, instantly covered in flames and black smoke.

The aim is perfect.

Barg Grubba suffered a magical bombing - it should have been.

"Ahhhhhh!!

Such audio wipes out the burning black smoke and the residual flames.

That's a familiar beast voice, a beast voice you shouldn't hear.

If you look there, you'll see what Balgu Grubba looks like.

With the horse, alive and well on the spot.

Although my legs have stopped because of the magic, the damage is almost non-existent.

intact. No, part of my face is slightly reddish and painful.

"Ugh, you're lying, it's supposed to be a direct hit..."

We cannot forbid war before phenomena that we do not understand. The beast sounded again on the battlefield as he opened his eyes and squealed.

"Bu, bu haha!! There you are. You're the young martial artist who defeated Bayer Ern! Good magic! It's been a long time since I've magically felt anything called pain! Buwahahahaha!!

When you are pointing at the tip of a swinging battle axe, invisible force becomes a heat wave and hits your body.

… no damage is ever possible, no matter how much there is a protection in this world called engraving gear. First of all, definitely, you should faint from the shock. Even the eardrums that are supposed to crush first are safe. What the hell kind of logic works?

And then the giant horse is safe, and I have no idea what that means.

A seeping gaze of glitter and lust is directed from Barg Grubba.

"Ugh, gu..."

"You, too, are all flowers on the battlefield in Seylan!! Bogeye!!"

The body stops moving again to the pressure generated from the voice.

Several Kingsguard rides preceded him for stopping him danced through the universe of each horse with a swing of a battle axe.

The Kingsguard conductor, who refrained in the rear, also shoots magic, but doesn't seem to have done so willingly.

"- Snow Mountain Demonization. Decaying gardens. Winter field. Cover the ground to stop your legs, frozen wind. Blow. '

Push away the freezing ice breeze that Noah created.

"- Those who preside over the chains look down cold at the coven who gasp at the commandments. Coward, you're caught in chains. Coward, you're held in chains. At the foot of the Two-Spirit Chain, grabbed by the handles of the Unseen, fall to sleep for a long time. '

Tear off even the chain of chains that Kazuki has made him live.

Balg Grubba is approaching.

- Swallow. I thought so. There was such a desperate difference in power between him and me. There was too much.

Late, the Kingsguards build a hedge right behind them. There is no such thing as our own. Naturally, Seylan must be protected in place of anything else. In emergencies, it is only natural that priorities change.

"Oh, guys, give me the arcs!

screaming like Seylan was in a hurry, but when Eurid,

"I don't have time for that! Your Highness, retreat now!

"But..."

"Your Highness!!

Eurid speaks up as he breaks his indecisive remarks.

Balgu Gulba tried to collide with the Kingsguard's fabric wall.

A soldier on a horse appears from among the enemy soldiers on the fence.

The soldier, like Barg Gruba, wore an imperial uniform.

"Guruba, General! You shouldn't! What was said was an attack on a left-wing infantry!

"Uh-huh? What are you talking about? Here's the left wing......"

"This, this is the right wing!!

"Let's...? Oh! Wrong right and left! Ha ha ha! Sometimes that happens! Buwahahahahaha!!

"Shit, my lord general..."

Balg Grubba laughs at the soldiers and immediately returns his horse's head on the spot.

And

"Farewell, Seylan! We'll see you on the battlefield!

Spitting such a dialogue, the storm that brought death together left us before ourselves.

"Here? Are you leaving here...?

All that's left is confusion. Everyone who was on this scene and he is flabbergasted.

If we continued to attack, there would have been a chance that we could have taken it away, and if we could have withdrawn Ceylan here even if we had not, there would have been a chance that we could have prolonged the lives of the Nadar army.

You throw that away to Dobb for a great opportunity just because it's not like an order?

I don't know what that means.

I can't move.

I can't stop palpitating.

"Master Arcs!

"Oh, oh..."

Make sure Noah drags you back inside the Kingsguard.

Then, when Seylan,

"... is that the Killer of the Wise, Barg Grubba"

"Your Highness, killing intellectuals... what?

"Belonging to the Central Army of the British Empire, guerrilla general Barg Gruba. His real name is Killer of the Wise. A man whose wisdom is devastated, but in the battlefield he destroys all his enemies."

It seems too much to say that wisdom is devastating, but then I can also nod at the earlier unintelligible retreat.

Besides, if you do get moved by such an out of common sense presence, any operation will be devastated.

Yes, this is how it's just about to be destroyed.

Saylan asks Eurid.

"Eurid. If you did, could you defeat him?

"... no. But it would be possible if we let His Highness escape. His Royal Highness alone, subject to conditions."

"Well... it's something I don't want to see on the battlefield."

"But in the future, you won't be able to avoid it."

After interacting with Eurid. Seylan brings the horse closer.

"Your Highness."

"... arcs. Don't be too impotent."

"Yes, I'm sorry"

That way, after I apologized for my immorality.

The lid grabbed my arm by Seylan.

"... Your Highness?

Turning his bewildered gaze, Seylan said in a small voice that no one else could hear.

"... arcs. Stay here for a little while until it fits. Never be distracted."

From his arms, the tremors of Seylan are transmitted.

Does that mean that Ceylan was also about to be swallowed up by the martial arts of Barg Gruba?

Except that a man as prestigious as Ceylan was thus fearful.

Ceylan was one who laid fear on others, and had the power and majesty to do so.

Therefore, I thought it seemed like a more remote being - but I guess that's not true either.

The palm that grabbed my arm seemed like something terribly luxurious.