From Mightiest Hero to Demon King

"Kiki, Kiki just came!

In the dim woods. Kukuru rode the Ao of Unicorn Fenrir and shook himself up puffy.

Far away, some pine light fire is shaking.

It's a scourge of the urban state army.

"There he is! Demons!

The scouts ran out with their heels back. Shake the pine light wide to the left and right. From the way forward, there was enough anger to tremble the trees.

This is the first line for her. I can't stop trembling.

"Master Kukuru, take a deep breath."

Lippi, who was beside him, tries to calm Kukuru down.

Su took a loud breath many times and squeezed his score. It's a thin metal bar that's three meters long.

The lights of the pine lights appear one after the other, gradually becoming more numerous and larger.

"So, good luck, everyone!

When Kukuru called out, he squeezed his expression tight and poked at the enemy army -.

She had volunteered to participate early in this rescue operation.

Jizzle's attitude was' If you're willing, I won't refuse ', but the surroundings were convincing Kukuru to stay with you.

I was greatly troubled myself.

Just before she left, she finally asked Gallius for his opinion.

"To tell the truth, I feel comfortable sending young children like you to the battlefield"

They look up at the stars side by side.

"But I'm pretty sure you'll be a big fighter. For the rest of the night, think carefully and decide."

"But I'm sure..."

No one can be killed. Can't you even kill a bug yourself, be useful on the battlefield? Wouldn't that be a leg clump?

Everyone said on the battlefield a sweet thought would kill you.

Not only yourself, but the person you missed will hurt someone in your crew.

Discharging anxiety, Gallius said calmly.

"Not necessarily. Shit, this time, it's the end of the operation you're in. The goal is to blunt its legs with the emptiness of a chasing enemy. In that case, by not daring to kill, we can move the fight forward in our favor."

"? What does that mean?

"You don't have to think hard. You make it easier for you to do it, and the results will follow every step of the way."

I didn't understand it at this time. I still only grasp blurry.

So what we should do now...

Kukuru gently wields a long, heavy stick with one hand. It never hits the forested trees.

"And hey!

sharp thrust. He slid through the gap between the tree and the tree, crushing the shoulders of the enemy soldiers. On a diseased ao, he rolls out a poke at a speed that goes unnoticed. The attack was precisely targeted and hit the target's shoulders, knees, and bushes gripping his gains.

Though the steeple is off and not fatally wounded, enemy soldiers successively become incapable of combat.

Soldiers of the people arrive at the girl who runs around single-handedly.

A stone crush was bathed from the bush. The little goblins were lurking.

Where I stopped frightened, now an arrow descends from the tree. It's an elf archer.

Plus the warcats flirt with the trees in 3D motion on the scaffolding.

As Lippi waved the feather sword, the wind blade held off their onslaught.

Troop formation with a small turnaround, not a big sub such as an oak.

The vanguard of the people is caught without exchanging.

"Master Kukuru, it's time."

Lippi ran over to Kukuru.

"Yes. Ao, please."

Gently pounding Ao's neck,

"Wow, wow, wow, wow!"

The roar created a shockwave and blew up the enemy soldiers ahead.

Using it as a signal, the soldiers of the subpeople turn their backs.

"Then everyone, retreat! Yes!"

The sub-men, who were carrying the battle in their favor, began to flee without straying -.

"Running away!?"

The commander of the United Cities State Army heard the report and shouted unexpectedly.

The advance unit was nicely attached, and then the face was rounded off even if it was missed.

"Chase him, never let him get away with it!

"But there are few dead, but many wounded..."

The commander complains.

The dead can throw it away and march. If I recovered the artifact later, I could tell the survivors anything.

but I can't leave the wounded soldiers behind.

Next time you're left behind, it's because anxiety spreads to the entire force. Then it will not be a battle "How Much".

"Injured soldiers use some troops to lower back. The rest will go after them."

"The enemy seems to be using 'Etshinka'"

"What...? Hmm, you remember one of the idiots. Stupid."

Yashinka is an item to use when you want to point out the origin of the fragrance separately. If it is trace, it does not notice the fragrance, and the consciousness becomes oriented in the opposite direction from the actual origin.

This time it was used for that purpose. In the woods at night, where the sense of direction tends to dull, they are directed to the unattainable.

"Tell the soldiers not to be confused. Pay attention to sounds and footprints."

The eccentric incense has haunted me since my kingdom days, but anyone with military experience knows how effective it is.

Now the commander laughed with his nose.

Nevertheless...

Moving on, I see the wounded soldiers were falling all over the place.

"Totally pitiful. If you want to keep your feet together, hunt down the Demons even if you stab them wrong."

I spit out my frustration so I could hear it, that's exactly when.

"If you're a commander, why don't you show your intentions?

Fluffy, a man in a cape stepped down. Pig-faced, ugly man. On the left hand is a dagger contrary to distortion, and on the right hand is a double spear with a blade on both ends.

"Your hunting time is over. From here, let's get a feel for the side to be hunted"

"Hey, what are you doing! Finish it!"

When the commander flew the command with a trembling voice, the soldiers arrived at the man.

The wind dances.

The attacked soldiers were all severed by a single blow through the steeple, including the neck, sides, and inside the wrist.

An attack without mercy or mercy will surely take the lives of the soldiers, avoiding wounded soldiers.

"Ah, demons..."

The Commander said the last thing, his neck danced through the universe...

City of Gram. In a room in the grand mansion, Zaire Augie squeezed the report in her hand.

(What is it, this!

They should have been chasing the demons, but they're all getting paid back. In the woods he was flirted with by petty soldiers, and in mountainous areas he was bounced back by a formidable race.

Overwhelmingly wins in numbers. Damage is far from devastating and limiting.

However, the chain of command was targeted at a pinpoint and the army did not proceed as late with many wounded soldiers.

This land was originally the realm of demons. The interest is in the other party.

Still, there was something I wasn't convinced of.

Where did the slaves disappear?

The freed slaves were heading southeast from the glam. Flatus was still occupied at this time, so we cannot trace the slaves and we lose them completely after entering the woods and mountainous areas.

Most importantly, it's woven.

About a week ago, the demons suddenly disappeared from the city of Frattas. In the middle of the night, he took a lot of food and left the city without a sound.

The liberation of slaves was exchanged, and they let the city go as promised.

Of course, he sends people in advance and confirms that they went into the woods and went north.

From two sources, the approximate assembly point was predicted.

We sent troops on several routes, all of which kept the demons waiting. Perhaps, no, for sure, the predictions are met.

Sooner or later, they will rendezvous, or they will be stopped shortly before.

I was so optimistic...

(Why can't I find any trace of it...?

If large numbers move, there will always be traces of camp. You shouldn't be able to turn it off completely. But so far all I've found is what a few left behind. Probably from enemy guerrilla units who are repeatedly skirmishing.

(Are the slaves moving in small numbers?

For example, it seems like we can reach any one or so groups...

I hit my desk with frustration.

A bunch of paperwork collapses and a piece of paper falls on hand.

A report on an enemy soldier.

(Yes, it is. this guy...... this guy is the culprit of everything......)

A man who manipulates a flying dragon and, appearing on every battlefield, ravages and leaves with overwhelming force. It is presumed to be a mix of orcs and people, but its identity was engulfed in mystery.

Soldiers in their own armies are afraid of the way they cross the battlefield on their own.

The report even noted words of reluctance to acknowledge.

("Possible Demon King," etc... No, but......)

The previous demon king was defeated by a single ride with the brave. If there were to be a successor to it, there would be a thick dragon tribe and its halves who also showed up on this battlefield.

But given the inhabitants of Flattus and the ensuing rampage, it was definitely that pig-faced man who binds and leads the Demon Nation.

The remnants of the demonic tribe hold the king and consign, hiding somewhere in the land.

That's just what I think. Fear runs my back.

If there's anything you can do to keep getting away with it, it could develop into an issue of your own responsibility for giving instructions.

Should the forecast be reviewed? As if to mock the troubled Auggie, the army of demons who had come across this day so often disappeared neglectfully.

Two more days later, something unexpected happened...

Where measures were being discussed on the floor, a report enters.

One of the bridges across the Great River, west of the group of urban nations, was attacked.

The empire has attacked by multiplying the turmoil within the city state territory.

The floor was noisy, but it was not the imperial soldiers who attacked it.

"Demons......"? Stupid. They were rambling on the east side. How come you show up west!

Auggie roughs up her voice.

"I don't know. However, within the realm of the group of urban states, the surveillance network was thinner, so if you use the eccentric incense to distract civilians, or..."

Urban states are each distant. Towns and villages are dotted in between, but it is also possible to avoid them and travel. Even large numbers were not impossible if they were familiar with geography and could also be monitored from above.

But there can be no such thing as coming back (...) at the risk of anything.

No, you mean you got that blind spot?

He's the one who always hits the forefront and comes up with a rushing strategy. No wonder I did what.

"But what is the purpose? Why did you aim for the bridge?

"It was the man on the pork surface of the example and the flying demon clan that attacked me. The garrison is almost devastated. Several large ships are believed to have been taken."

Get on the boat, get away?

In contrast to the blue-faced Auggie, the senators had a relief look on their face.

"Go north, go south, if you're going to run away from me, that should do you good."

"I'm sorry, but we can't do any more damage."

"The first prerequisite is to get the confused cities back to normal."

They all seem relieved to be released from the annoyance.

"What are you talking about!

Auggie shouted, abandoning her usual serene tone.

"Even if you escaped somewhere far away, don't you think you'll come back there with the ships you've empowered and taken? If we don't get rid of them now, we have to be scared of two threats: the Empire and the Demon Nation!

The senators are too frivolous on the sword screen.

"Let's move the troops west immediately."

"But they've already..."

"If you split north and south from there and run your horses, you can catch up if your enemies are traveling on a large ship. Everywhere, endlessly. You must never let them get away with it!

While restoring calm, Auggie doesn't bend her claims.

This is the time of battle.

I had to throw in my personal possessions to get the results of the war and appeal to my own presence for the unification of the urban state.

Even with inadmissible information.

"The demons will drive away. Along with the new Demon King!

But his bet fails.

No matter how much you searched along the Great River, you couldn't find the Demons.

Because...

In the wetlands where the fog stood, Gallius descended aboard the clo of the flying dragon.

Jizzle greets him with a smile.

"Did it work?

"Oh, the Urban State Army has begun moving west. Looks like you thought we were taking the boat, passing on the Great River and running away."

"Ho ho, that doesn't mean you can take your liberated compatriots on a relaxing walk."

This is just south of the city of Frattas.

The liberated sub-men came straight here and waited all the way. He lived in hiding until he didn't move, he didn't make a scene, and the food he plundered came to the bottom.

He used eccentric incense to prevent civilians from getting lost. Several adventurer parties showed up, but didn't miss one and didn't allow information to be leaked.

I can't hide for a long time, but I don't care about the short term. In fact, I don't care.

"It must be a tough journey from here, even though there will be no more human interference."

It's an imminent journey by land.

Still, on the road, a support team from Limullesta delivers supplies to a pre-arranged camp point.

It was an operation in which poor countries could be even more in need.

- For my countrymen.

If a consistent philosophy continues to be upheld, I believe it will not be easy to disintegrate.

Beneath Gallius comes the seers.

"Is everyone all right?"

"I'm fine at all," Lippi said.

"You're the one who's gonna be okay?" and Lilianea.

"Rest now," said Kukuru.

Ao looks worried about "coon" too.

To be honest, Gallius' mental strength is turning into a cutlet, but when we all saw he was safe, his vitality came back.

Speaking of which, Jizzle says.

"The soldiers of the people have spoken strangely."

"Better not take the enemy's word for it properly, huh?

"No, no, it's not a curse or a grudge festival. There, I called Gallius the Demon King."

Huh? And not only Gallius, but also the Lippi and the others make a frightened voice.

"In front of the active 'Demon King', that's crude."

"Because Non is supposed to be dead. Instead, I thought you were very active this time."

Everyone wants to name something unidentified. Because it makes you feel at ease even slightly.

Nevertheless, let me be frank with you.

"It's not even a joke that a man who pays off a brave man will become a demon king."