Hakai no Miko

"... What is Mr. Jahangil saying?

From the Ethereal Horse's place as well, I could see Jaharngil shouting something with his chest up here.

But the voice is dispelled by the hustle and bustle of battle, and it does not reach the Ethereal Horse.

"What, I'm saying bamphu...?

It was the elf girl Erica who answered the question of the Ethereal Horse. She had managed to hear the screams of Jahangil by virtue of the ear goodness that characterized the elves.

And the Ethereal Horse is convinced.

"... oh. That's unjust. You know what?"

When the enemy attacked us from the beginning, we planned to use the bridge to retreat, but what mattered at that time was that we had to stop the enemy we had been chasing until we all retreated and even after retreating.

For that important role, it was only natural that Jahangil, who both admitted himself as the strongest warrior under the banner of the Ethereal Horse, and the Dinosaurian troops he could follow were chosen.

But there was one major concern about that.

That's Jaharn Gill's character.

His fearless bravery and resoluteness can also make him a barbarian who can sometimes attack his enemies in good shape. If you protrude and surround yourself with enemies about how much stronger Dinosaurians you are than humans, you are just in danger.

So the Ethereal Horse was blowing one story into Jaharngil beforehand.

"Mr. Jaharngil. Do you know the word 10,000 injustices?

That's what the Ethereal Horse said, amidst the Yang in the courtyard of the Lordship's residence in Bornis, the tip of Jahangil's nose, which was crawling and swamped with bellies.

"Huanfu injustice means extravaganza that doesn't even have 10,000 soldiers against it. That's what people called Zhang Fei at my place."

It was Jaharn Gill, who was leaking his elbow (yawning) at his lack of interest, but when he heard it, he opened his eyes. Until then I wonder if Yurayura and his tail, swinging left and right, slapped hard on the ground, trying to get that giant up with its sleigh.

The eye was clearly one that thought, "I'm going to try and see which one is stronger."

The Ethereal Horse hurriedly hugged him to the root of Jaharngil and said, "Because he is a man who has died so long! I say." Then Jahangil snorted loudly like he said "boring" before returning to his original position.

And the Ethereal Horse, who stroked his breast down, continued the conversation.

"So, Mr. Zhang Fei, with only a few soldiers, he lined up on the bridge and drove back hundreds of thousands of enemies. So people praised Zhang Fei as exactly Wanfu's unjust grandeur. Do you mind? He ate his enemies at the bridge, so it's unjust."

Yes, I blew it into Jaharn Gill by changing the convenient foot colors.

It's worth it, and so far Jaharngil has kept the bridge well protected.

But...

"Ah...... Also, you're screaming for injustice."

As Erica says, I didn't expect it until I shouted "10,000 injustices" at this one whenever I kicked the enemy I had pushed over. I feel a little sorry for my sons defending their father's back, who becomes defenseless each time.

He was a pale horse who was laughing bitterly at it, but he noticed something funny.

Usually Shemr responds first to his words and says nothing.

Looking back at what was going on, Shemr wrinkled between her eyebrows and stared at herself jizzily.

"What's wrong, Shemr?

When the Ethereal Horse asked so, Shemr asked after being silent for a while to look for words.

"... are you okay, Soma?

At first, the Ethereal Horse shrugged his neck not knowing what he was being told. But soon I can think of it when a skilled soldier approached the main force.

"Oh. - I'm fine now. I was surprised by the temper of the enemy."

The Ethereal Horse scratches his head shyly.

"But thanks to Shemru, I saved your life."

At that time, it was Shemr who issued the decree of withdrawal in lieu of the Ethereal Horse who had lost me. Fortunately, those who remained in the main unit were taught in advance the steps to take when withdrawing. As a result, we were able to withdraw without much confusion, simply by issuing an order for withdrawal.

Shemr replies carelessly to the Ethereal Horse thanking him for that time.

"... oh yeah"

The pale horse felt uncomfortable.

If you say something like this yourself, Shemr usually says, "I still can't do it without me in Soma!," he said either chest at the top of his specialty, "it's natural to assist 'you under the umbilical,'" while still being as joyful as a puppy praised by his owner.

However, Shemr is not happy with the pieces whether she is distracted by anything else. On the contrary, it deepened the crease between the eyebrows.

"Hey, Soma."

The Ethereal Horse is nervous even though he was called out in Shemr's painful voice.

"Did you really just surprise them earlier?

Besides, the pale horse was decent.

I was wondering if they would tell me something serious. I wonder why you ask me that, but you look at me and you say, "Yeah, but?" I returned it.

Shemr gazes at the face of such a pale horse.

Slowly enough to count to ten. After that, Shemr faintly takes his gaze off.

"Right. I hope so."

Though Shemr said so in his mouth, there was never a good way.

The condition of the Ethereal Horse when he tried to retreat by setting fire to the stone thrower was undoubtedly unusual.

And Shemr has only seen a pale horse like that once before.

That was just before the grand festival was reopened five years ago.

It was when he tried to lure the Ethereal Horse into the mud and threaten to sprinkle oil and set it on fire in order to punish Menouin Nurga Mambaha and one of his parties, who did not recognize him as the King of the Nation.

Again, even then, the Ethereal Horse paled his face and shook his whole body, leaving him unconscious before and after.

And Shemr had an idea of the cause that had become so.

That is the price of defeating the Holmeer National Army, which attacked the village in order to save the Shemurs (Fang Clan). At that time, the Ethereal Horse used a fire meter to burn and kill his enemies in order to beat the Holmea National Army with only a few Zoan warriors.

But not long after falling into this world, the Ethereal Horse could not bear the fact that for the first time many people had been burned to death unharmed by his own thoughts, and his heart was almost broken.

At that time, the Ethereal Horse seemed to have managed to recover on its own.

But in the unseen mind, the Ethereal Horse was deeply wounded. And even if it was a threat, that wound opened up again because it faced the same situation of hurting people with fire.

But five years have already passed since then.

In the meantime, there were no signs of that at all. For this reason, I thought that the wound of my heart was healed.

But that was a hell of a mistake.

Instead of healing, the wound was completely deeply engraved into the heart of the Ethereal Horse, and, like the roots of the great tree, it was rooted wider and deeper.

Earlier, I was thinking about burning a stone thrower to the point of stopping the enemy from pursuing it, but it would have happened because I saw a faster march than expected by a skilled soldier and thought the enemy soldier would be caught in the fire as it was.

Moreover, it is all the more bad that the person has no sense of it.

If, instead of stopping, I prepare a spark to burn and kill the enemy soldiers I've attacked, and even if I'm setting fire to it, Shemr is frightened. I don't want to imagine how confusing it would be to see people burn to death with their own measures again.

After thinking that far, Shemr realized hah.

There's no way a pale horse can come up with a measure to the extent that he can come up with it right now.

Such measures, however, have never exited the mouth of the Ethereal Horse once before. No, that's all or I'm still not trying to do something that should burn the bridge down.

What if you're just unconscious or you're not trying to figure out a way to unconsciously burn people to death with fire?

To that speculation Shemr felt the chill as if he had been put in a column of ice on his spine.

If the Ethereal Horse is simply repelling the Fire Meter, it's not a big problem. Because I believe that if you're a pale horse, you can come up with an alternative.

But assuming you're not the only one, and your enemies aren't even trying to think about using a fire meter, that's a problem. Besides, if that's how the damage happened here, there was a risk that the Ethereal Horse would be confused again.

It is no longer a nightmare for Shemr.

In order not to, you have to hit as many hands as you can.

Probably caught in a catapult fire, and some of them should be burned to death. In the meantime, we have to hide them from the eyes of the Ethereal Horse. You will then have to consult with the Raging Fangs as soon as possible.

Shemr secretly made that decision.

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Yes, the battle continued even while Shemr was haunting his head about the Ethereal Horse.

He was a skilled soldier who resolutely attacked the Dinosaurians in an attempt to break through the bridge, but in front of Jahangil's fierceness it would only be kicked in vain too.

Breakthroughs are impossible as they are.

The commander who so decides shall issue a decree to the soldiers.

"I can't do bridges! Cross the river directly!

Though the Conte is wide, its depth is slightly above the waist, and it is not a river that cannot be crossed by foot. Naturally, when crossing the river, it moves poorly and becomes the object of the enemy's shooting weapon. But rather than breaking through the bridge in this situation, it's more realistic to leave it to the numbers to push across the river.

By order of the Commander, the skilled soldiers entered the river as they formed the Turtle Armor formation.

The sight shouts a screaming voice as Hyuakis was pushed by the subsequent soldiers who pushed over and even came to a hill slightly higher than the surrounding area where the main formation where the Ethereal Horse was located.

"Hey! Stop it!"

But in the hustle and bustle of battle, that voice does not reach the front line.

The skilled soldiers who formed the Turtle Armor formation began to cross the river one after the other.

That is the skilled soldiers of the "Black Wall". He pushes across the river with a strong tortoise formation, albeit moderately subjected to a stream of water.

but is.

Half way down the river, the front row suddenly collapsed. Besides, that's not just about slipping my legs, etc. As if to prove it, the skilled soldiers fell into the river from next to next.

It's because of the rope.

There were several piles at the bottom of the river, strewn with sturdy ropes. Not knowing that, the soldiers who stepped in there were taken by the ropes one after the other.

The soldiers who are taken off their feet also try to stop them from falling over.

However, it was disastrous that it was a tortoise formation. He is pushed hard on the back by a subsequent companion who tries to move forward without knowing there is a rope, and he doesn't happen to fall into the river.

Even though at best there is only water depth around the waist, naturally I drink water if I fall in that place.

In other words, drown.

If I drown, I try to help, I lead to what's around me. That is due to the natural survival instinct as an organism. No matter what kind of rigorously trained soldier you have, it doesn't hold back your instincts as an organism in a certain situation.

And if you just tried to reach something in the river, it couldn't have been anything but the bodies of your friends who were nearby.

"Whoa?! No! Don't grab the shield!

Where my drowning companion grabbed me and my shield lowered, now relentlessly the arrows of the elf archers and the stone-throwing of the dwarves strike. The skilled soldiers were pierced with arrows, crushed with stones, and fell one after the other.

By the blood thus flowed, instantly the river stains bright red.

Hyuakis, who watched the sight from the rear, screams to spit blood.

"You idiot! There is no way that one who was so prepared could strike one of the measures that would not allow him to cross the river!

In time, now one big water column after another began to rise in the river.

Whether it was concealed beforehand or brought out when retreating, the enemy even began an attack by a stone thrower.

"What the hell? Why? How could you do this...!

Huakis shrugged stunned.

It's a central breakthrough into the enemy formation that seemed best, but if you open the lid, the war situation sucks.

The front, which was thought to be the thinnest siege, now stands in front of itself as a never-breaking wall called the river. And in the rear, by using the terrain, even though the Zoans were widows, they were creating thick walls of siege.

I must have always done what I thought was best in this fight. Looking back now, I've never hit a bad hand.

So what is this war situation?

A gutsy shock ran to the stunned head of Huakis.

Huakis waves overhead as his helmet is spun away and blood drips from his revealed head. Then there was the appearance of the Harpurans flying with a great arc in the sky.

Probably a stone throw by the Harpurans. They must have found enemy troop leaders and so on from above and started attacking.

If the enemy sieges you and snipes you at the head of the unit, you can't keep a very good command. The enemy is the one who will thoroughly seal this organized rebellion. There are more soldiers with crossbows than regimental commanders, but in this mess you can't possibly shoot arrows properly, and you can't resist this attack.

Totally, they did.

Huakis bit his teeth tightly.

"From start to finish, were we danced on his palm...!

He made it look like he was crossing the river and attacked Marben Copper Mountain.

They made it look like they had built a fort overnight, and the fruit of it was just haribote.

I thought this time we were going to make that haribote a real fortress, and we were building a siege weapon to defeat ourselves.

The Zoans, who were supposed to retreat, are also using their legs to threaten the sides and rear of the legion.

The central breakthrough into the enemy formation, which was carried out as the best hand in regenerating death, also resulted in the use of terrain for enemy sieges instead.

And the skilled soldier, who should now rely most on these predicaments, has been caught between the river and his allies before and after, completely killing his power.

"I see. Indeed, a rare (wanting) strategist who makes voidness possible. Isn't that exactly what you're saying..."

This is what Baron Cantobias described as "the Son of Destruction" in the military council, but this was written in General Darius' secret book.

Huakis finally understood why General Darius had told him so much to avoid the battle here, along with a sense of hatred.

It was at last from the bottom of my heart that I understood the thoughts of General Darius, who, while defiling his honour and being exposed to words of insult, kept saying that the "Son of Destruction" would be a great scourge for the Holmeer nation.

Nothing. General Darius was the most understanding of the Son of Destruction, even though he was far more cautious in the King's capital than he was confronting himself.

But I think Huakis.

General Darius, who was offered prudence, uses his hand, and only by his hearsay knows the Son of Destruction.

But sometimes it's only in front of me that I know.

Huakis noticed the fact that General Darius had taken a big wrong view.

It was among the enemies that besieged us.

Among the enemies attacking ourselves, we saw a human figure that was never less. Naturally they will be the inhabitants of the city of Bornis.

In other words, until five years ago, they were human beings in the Holmeer country.

Such people are struggling to annihilate their former countrymen.

But they weren't blind to gold, nor were they forced to do so by force. I think we're doing the right thing. It is in the eyes of justice that we are still attacking our former compatriots.

And it would undoubtedly be the "Son of Destruction" who is letting them do so.

That's horrible.

It's a terrible thing.

I know because I've always admired General Darius and I keep looking up to him, Huakis. I understood it because it was Hyuakis who had been trying to get to know a number of famous generals and such people as the Mammoth and Wisdom generals.

This is not the business of a famous general or a major-general or a wise general.

It can't be such a raw thing!

This is due to a monster.

It is the work of a terrible monster that destroys the logic of the world!

He swallows all the humans in the dominated land and is a monster that grows even more mighty.

Such a horrible monster could not have been the only disaster in Holmeer!

At that time, a stone released from a stone thrower across the river struck directly at the strut of a burning equilibrium hammer thrower. The equilibrium hammer thrower crushed the strut tilts its fuselage wide as it winds up the firepowder.

Huakis looked up at the burning equilibrium hammer thrower, which had been covered over him as if it were over him. Surrounded by screaming soldiers, there is no room for escape at all.

A further equilibrium hammer thrower turns up and tilts before Huakis stares.

Hyuakis, who made death current, raised his voice as the fierceness thrust up from the depths of his chest.

"My lord! General Darius, my lord. Ah!

Even though he knows his voice won't reach General Darius, Huakis can't help but scream.

"This one will not only necessarily be Holmeer, but it will be a huge disaster for all of the West End! My lord!

The scream disappeared under a falling equilibrium hammer thrower, making a crushing noise.