Hakai no Miko

Standing above the walls of the King's capital, Holmenia, is not a flag depicting a lion indicating the kingdom of Holmea.

What was depicted there was a strange crest that was made into a punch and write with vermilion paint. And it is the same thing that is embroidered with silver thread in a large, pitch-black flag that emits an overwhelming presence of other flags that are swung to the left and right in its centrally located gates.

It seems to combine 8 and ∞ of the numbers, and also the creepy crest of two snakes intertwining their bodies and eating them up each other's tails, which also appear to be depressing.

That is nothing more than the crest that the Son of Destruction, who can blast his notoriety into this western realm, was given by Aura, the goddess of death and destruction.

What the hell does this mean?

Solon speaks to King Dordea in front of him without understanding the sight he is seeing right now, but only staring up at it.

"My lord Soma visited the land only five years ago. At that time, he had no iron on his body, he had no silver coins, he could not obey a single soldier, and he did not even have a handful of territory. - That's what I think!

With the walls lined with the flag of the Son of Destruction on his back, Solon made a sound of bah and opened his arms.

"I subordinated the Zoans, who hated humans for a few moments. You just took them back the plains, or conquered the city of Bornis. Furthermore, he left Darius, known as that Holmeer's best general, and until the other day, even that 'black wall' was crushed. And now they have the king's capital, Holmenia."

Thoron, who stood up in his chest and spoke proudly, says, pointing at King Dordea in a flinch and in a blatant defiance.

"By comparison, it's Dordea. How many decades did it take you to get here while you were king of a great country called the Romanian State? You let tens of thousands of soldiers die? You dumped tens of thousands of dollars in the dob?

That's not all! Can you even do one of the great things that I've just mentioned about you, Master Soma? No, I can't! Even if you take all this, it is clear that your mercy does not extend to my master's footsteps! For His Highness, it is a supreme joy to serve an excellent master. Abandon that joy, why must you serve the King of Fools!

To this painful curse, King Dordea, whose face turned bright red, draws his mouth together. To King Dordea like that, Solon strikes a further chase.

"Look, what's up, Dordea? Does it also make noise? You've been a kid ever since you were a kid! If I can't argue, that's how I try to do it with my mouth shut! I don't want to grow out of kids at all!

In front of Solon, whose long beard trembled and laughed karakularly, King Dordea was trembling in small pieces as if to cramp his body.

It is humiliating.

Would there be so much humiliation?

For King Dordea, it is a half-life dream to calm down the Holmeer country and rebuild the ancient powers. It was a dream that, as Solon pointed out, cost tens of thousands of generals, spent millions of dollars in wealth, failed many times, and still kept chasing them.

That is the moment when we finally tried to be real.

He cursed it as inferior incompetence than such a cowardly bastard for citing it as being side-by-side with a kid who had just turned twenty just before.

That is precisely the denial of all the existence of King Dordea, as opposed to half his life.

And it was the biggest insult I could think of.

King Dordea is one of the kings who binds with his authority and power the lords who, if there is a gap, seek to overcome in this age when violence speaks of things. It can't be that such a king is just a man of warm character. He was also naturally strong in his pride and complacency as King of Romanian power in the West.

Then this can't be the only way to stay calm. There's no way I can stay mad at you for this.

King Dordea heard something in his head like a bump cut off.

"... kill this one!

King Dordea barked.

"Kill him! Rip this guy to pieces!

King Dordea commanded the knights who had refrained nearby.

But it is the implicit understanding of this era to say that we will not hurt each other's messengers for any reason. If we break it, the Romanian nation will be treated like a savage country that knows no thanks.

And so the knights of the Romanian kingdom could not move as much as the life of their lord.

To such a knight King Dordea throws his anger along with his tin cane.

"I can't hear the rest of your lives!

To this reprimand, just as the Romanian knights will also have to pull out their swords. But it's already too late. Roba, with Solon on board, was rushing back to the castle gate of Holmenia with his tokotoko and fast feet.

King Dordea jumps out of his sword when he pulls himself out, behind Solon, who runs away with a caracalla and a laugh.

"Wait, Aurelius! The rest of you will beat the crap out of me!

The knights change their blood phase to stop King Dordea from jumping out after Solon even now. But it doesn't get into King Dordea's ears today, such as the words of a knight who tries desperately to lose them. The knights were inevitably prepared for disrespect and had to strangle their balls directly.

Still, King Dordea wields his hands, spits and continues to curse Solon with filth.

"All of you, all of you, Aurelius! Not only did you kick in the rest of your mercy, but you insulted me so far! They will always capture you and whip you until your skin peels off with your own hands! And he will feed the pigs on your neck, begging for your life!

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Solon, who entered the interior of the castle gate with King Dordea's anger on his back, wipes the sweat off his forehead like a man. Then Solon, who remembered his thirst for throat, put his mouth on him as he took the liquor bottle he had hung on his hips.

But after a sip, Solon puts his face to shame.

"... not good"

Somehow, it's very bad.

There was a voice in Solon's chest that threw up so much that it sounded sweet and sweet.

"It was the rest of the fault. Forgive me, Aurelius'

When Solon leaked one tongue punch, he swallowed the liquor bottle all at once to squeeze away the lingering remnants in his chest.

For King Dordea, the conquest of the Holmeer Country is precisely a grief and a petition. I was also aware of the extraordinary thoughts of King Dordea hanging on it.

And that's what's finally been achieved.

That's why it's not impossible for King Dordea to float. I also know the desire to avenge the Holmeer country that has been burned with various hands so far. I can also understand the desire to show my martial authority to the Romanian Marquis, who have criticized the recurring Seoul in the shadows, and do it in return.

"But a king would have to swallow it..."

Solon grumbles bitterly, recalling his former words.

"The hated enemies of today are also in tomorrow's compatriots if you calm them down. It is not with anger and hatred that we strike down with force, but with authority and virtue that we mediate, accepting with mercy and respect is the upper hand and understanding '

When King Dordea, who had just reigned, declared that he would conquer the kingdom of Holmea with his soldiers, that was the word that Solon, who was Aurelius at the time, had spoken in order to bring him to the west.

Had King Dordea obeyed that word this time, acknowledged the homecoming of the Hormeans, and accepted them, the kingdom of Hormea would have collapsed sooner. Pompius would also have offered to surrender to the Romanian state, not the son of destruction again.

If that were the case, no matter how pale the horse could have gotten the king's capital, Holmenia.

And if King Dordea had commanded the plundering of the people of the eastern kingdom of Holmea, which he had conquered, and his peace of mind, he would not have used the counter-attack hand that Ethereal Horse was about to do.

"Damn it, that idiot. Hasn't anything changed?"

Solon threw up the empty liquor bottle as well as throwing it away.

Coming there was the former Assistant Commander of the Holmea National Army Squadron, Marcronis, who was now entrusted to the General of Man in the camp of the Son of Destruction.

"You were brilliant. We looked at it from a distance, and King Dordea seemed to be just like his body burning up."

From the story of the Continent of Cerdeas, where there was a man burned to death by fire from his body too much of his anger, he could metaphor (say) that his body would "burn up" to represent his serene anger, but the likeness of the earlier king of Dordea was precisely that itself.

As you praised it brilliantly, Solon met King Dordea not in search of harmony, but originally to provoke it.

As far as Marcronis has seen, it is a great success.

However, Solon's usual floating attitude was rounded out with grump.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Good for you."

When I tell him to throw it away so, Solon makes him walk with a slap on Roba's ass he rides.

"I've overworked, so I'll drink and go to bed. Tell the kid. If I lose, I won't let you know."

When he said so, he just went somewhere.

Marcronis also strangled me wondering if there was anything wrong with this.

But no matter how much you think about it, you don't know why. For this reason, I had to report the matter to the Ethereal Horse.

When Marcronis went to the gate tower built directly above the gate (a building built above the gate), a pale horse with only a few escorts and Shemr looked down at the Romanian National Army under his eyes.

The Ethereal Horse, who received a report from Marcronis, also still necks strangely.

"Mr. Solon. I wonder what's going on?

When the Romanian National Army approached the king's capital, Holmenia, it would be difficult to be attacked with a tight hips. So I asked everyone if I could provoke King Dordea somehow, and Solon said, "Then I'll take care of it." I left it to Solon, then, but I don't know why I'm upset.

Shemr speaks to the pale horse who twists his neck wondering what's going on.

"Hey, Soma. The Romanians are starting to move."

If I looked down at the Romanian National Army from the top of the gate tower in its voice, a horseback riding like a conductor ran around, along with which I could see a new movement from among the soldiers.

The Ethereal Horse, who sees it, speaks to the Dwarf's conductor, who had refrained by his side.

"Transmit to Mr. Doverin and Mr. Norzuri. Start the attack as soon as the enemy is in range."

As Dwarf's conductor runs away with Dthedote, the Ethereal Horse then speaks to Erica, an elf girl dressed as a black elf bow and arrow (cucumber) soldier who hides her licence with a black cloth.

"Do the same to Mr. Shahata. Don't worry about the rest of the arrows," he said.

Erica ran down the cocky nod gate building.

Shahata was at the corner of the wall at this time, leading a team of black elf archers. He seemed unhappy that he had been relieved of his guard duties, albeit temporarily, but it would be a shame not to use his strong bow, which does not extend to elves in its range and power. The Ethereal Horse himself persuaded them to join the attack.

Then the Ethereal Horse also communicates the order to Marcronis.

"Mr. Marcronis, please stay in position. - And Mr. Jahangill, please."

In contrast to Shahata, Jahangil, who was supposed to be SS, had already arrived on the holding with joy away from the pale horse. Its willingness to fight in prosperity is reliable, but on the other hand, I am worried that its willingness to fight in excess of prosperity will lead to bravery.

"I got it. But Lord Jahangil is in my hands, so I'd like you to consider that."

Marcronis, who leaked with such a bitter smile, also walked away from the scene to get to the table again.

Furthermore, the pale horse speaks to Shemr.

"Tell Mr. Gallum and the others. Now wait. I'm not hungry."

Then, Shemr puts his chest up telling him not to worry.

"In our hunt for Zoan, we lurk and ambush ourselves in the meadow bushes all the time, and when we approach the prey, we similarly hide and approach the bushes with four legs. It's only natural to wait for a chance to hunt for your prey."

When I said that, Shemr started beating the drums that were hanging on his hips.

And finally, the Ethereal Horse speaks out to Dinosaurian giant Morad, who supports the Great Flag.

"Mr. Mollard, wave the flag loud anyway"

Besides, this silent Dinosaurian began to wave the "black flag of Soma" by making sure to wave his entire large body left and right above even Jaharn Gill.

Behind the bloody battle that was about to begin, he was a pale horse who often turned his eyes and listened to the concerto played by the sound of Shemru's beating Zoan's drums clinging to the clear blue sky and the sound of the big flag pounding the air swinging wide left and right, but opening his eyes in a cool way.

"Come on, the mad King Dordea will attack you!