Hakai no Miko

"The two you sent out for reconnaissance aren't back?

As the sun fell and the Erdoah National Army finally began to move for the night over the mountains, Ethereal Horse received that report from Pipi.

Did the enemy hit you?

First, that's what the Ethereal Horse thought first.

But deny it immediately.

Harpuran is the ruler of the sky. In no other race tied to the earth can one fingertip be touched by a harpuran who shone (sprinkled) through the sky. The sky is the world of Harpuran.

It is impossible to drop the harpuan in its sky without a bow and arrow. Besides, that's on conditions such as flying at low altitudes or coming this way.

In addition, the Ethereal Horse, with the help of the Elves archers, was training the Harpuans against the sniping of bows and arrows. So much so that the archers of the elves said at that time that they could not do anything if they were raised to a height where the arrows could not reach. At last, I didn't think Harpuan could strike down a Romanian National Army archer.

So have you been involved in some kind of accident or disaster?

But I can't even think about that. What kind of accident is Harpuran in the sky?

Moreover, the Ethereal Horse is bound to let Harpuran's reconnaissance take place in pairs in preparation for the unforeseen. It would be lower than being struck down, such as the likelihood of those two being in an accident or caught in a disaster at the same time.

The Ethereal Horse leaks pompous while still making a difficult face.

"I guess I should think they did it..."

It is an immobile fact that the two men who sent them out for reconnaissance do not return. Then we should assume the worst. I guess they were dropped by some means of the Romanian National Army.

The Ethereal Horse, who was contemplating the means, puts his hand on a bowl of gold wrapped around his forehead.

"No way......?

On the forehead beneath the bowl gold is the inscription of Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

There is no convenient magic in this world for anyone like Light Novell's fantasy world. But the power that God must give to those who see Himself as His Son for the first time - grace.

A son said he could see a thousand miles ahead by grace. He also said one of his sons could breathe like a fish in the water. And one of my sons, the Empire's Grand Duke Baguldakka, who lives now, hears that the spear he throws has the grace not to take off the target.

Such a grace. It's not strange to have the grace to be able to shoot off a flying harpuran.

But soon, the Ethereal Horse will deny it, too.

"If the Romanian National Army had a son, it would be odd not to hustle it down a lot"

In a world where gods exist in reality, the influence of those chosen for their sons is immeasurable. Assuming that the Son of God of man was in the Romanian National Army, it could be perceived as the approval of God of man to conquer the Eldorian nation. Had it been hustled and hustled, the morale of the Romanian National Army would have risen all over heaven and vice versa, and the people of the human species of the Eldorian nation would have been greatly upset and demoralized. Worst case scenario, an anxiety-driven folk could point its spearhead at a pale horse.

Even though it would be much more advantageous to pee than to keep it hidden, Aoima believed that your son did not exist because the Romanian National Army still did not reveal the presence of your son.

"So, how can anyone drop Harpuran?

The Ethereal Horse, who thought so, comes to mind.

"Gaw hunters......!

The Ethereal Horse had already been taught by Eladia about the threat of the Gau hunters who were on the side of the Holmeer nation during the battle against Prince Alexius. I have heard that the home of the Gau hunters, also known as the strongest in this western region, is the Uwaralps Mountains further east of the Romanian nation. That's not a strange story, even if the Romanian state had hired it in, because the Holmeer state could have hired it as a mercenary.

And Gau's hunters are said to be brilliant hunters who live hunting in the harsh environment of the Uwaralps Mountains. With that hunting arm, it's never surprising that you could have shot down Harpuran.

The Ethereal Horse who so decides screams.

"Pipi! Call attention to everyone in Harpuran! Maybe the enemy has a Gaw hunter. When you get down on the ground, make sure there are no more ambushes around you than ever before and then be tough enough to get down!

Then the Ethereal Horse says to the archer of the elf, who had refrained nearby.

"Get a big shield ready, ASAP! Each general may be sniped. Place someone with a big shield near each general in case!

Says Shemr, who makes an anxious face at the words of the Ethereal Horse concerned about sniping against the General after Pipi and Elf's archers leave.

"Hey, Soma. Why don't you accompany the army and stay here?

"No. The movement of the Romanian state is very strange. I want to see enemies directly with these eyes. That way, you might know something."

Ethereal horses serve and say in a bright tone.

"It's okay. I'm not coming forward. I'm quiet in the back. Even I know my favor."

"I guess you really understand, don't you? Whether you're gracious or not, you're a fool in battle. You can't just storm your enemies like one day."

As Garam and Zug lead soldiers on the front lines, it is originally the daughter of Zoan, Shemr, who is the best warrior in the family to be chief and to lead all warriors of the clan to fight. The fact that the Ethereal Horse was headed to Melza did not in itself object any further.

Instead, he starts giving details of how the Ethereal Horse has done all the reckless and unscrupulous things so far, and how hard he struggles with it.

He was a pale horse who was passing on her novel with such a bitter smile, but at this time he was feeling something uncomfortable in his spine.

What is it, this chill...?

Chills like even an ice column stuck in my spine.

And it is an intense sense of vestigial vision that emerges with it.

The Ethereal Horse, wondering what the hell that was, immediately recalls.

That is when we have just dropped the city of Bornis. Against the Holmeer National Army sent to crusade ourselves...

"Trying to ambush me, trapping me the other way..."

The Ethereal Horse opened his eyes to his own monologue. Ignoring the surprise Shemr at this sudden reaction, Ethereal Horse stares at the map he was spreading on his nearby desk to eat in.

Is the Romanian National Army waiting to set a trap?

The Ethereal Horse shook his body brutally at the possibility.

But I shake my head to the side that that can't happen right away.

This south march of the Romanian National Army must be to lure ourselves out of the city of Gatzen, which is hard-preserved. Perhaps the Romanian National Army will be on full alert so that they can be raided from the rear whenever they want.

But we scratch the back of that alert, an ambush from the side using mountain roads that are not on the map. The generals of the Romanian National Army, who are not familiar with the situation in the Eldor country, should not be able to prevent it either.

Even with that in mind, the Ethereal Horse couldn't hold back from the back of his mind as the wrinkles and cold things crept in.

No. If we don't ambush the Romanian National Army here and make it painful, the south will be badly hit.

He tells himself even harder, and the Ethereal Horse manages to swallow the cold stuff that comes in.

Besides, the enemy general is Prince Partis. From what the Ethereal Horse has examined, Prince Partis is a general who defeats his enemies with decisiveness and action. Never a man who fights with intelligence. That was also a trend that could be said of the generals who stood for the Romanian state.

That's right. That's not him. It's not him.

The Ethereal Horse shall be astonished by the name of the person he thinks of.

That guy...?

But the Ethereal Horse shakes his head small and shakes it off.

That can't be happening. The enemy is the Romanian state. There's no way he's here.

Tell yourself so strongly.

But no matter how much you shake it off, no matter how much you deny it, its name creeps up behind your brain and it can't peel off.

That's the name of the mighty enemy I feared most. A governor who once spotted his ambush and set a trap on the contrary. A conspirator who is cautious, yet weakens himself with a plan. And the man who was called Holmeer's best general.

General Darius Brutus.

Why do you remember that name here?

The Ethereal Horse chewed his own thumbnail nails to bite off anxiety.

"Sheml. A little early, but let's start moving too. - We have to protect the south from the Romanian National Army at all costs."

Saying so, the pale horse went with Shemru to Mirza himself.

At this time, the Ethereal Horse was unaware.

That the thought of having to save the southern part of the Eldor country had only been elevated to absolute within itself. That is why we have blindly affirmed the ambush in Mirza to achieve it. And even if there are negative elements, you can retreat for various reasons within yourself, to what you assume is the right answer.

All was haste and profanity driving the thoughts of the Ethereal Horse mad.

As the female wolf conspired, as the venomous snake spoke.

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Even the widest road is only wide enough for one carriage to finally pass through. If it be any other way, it is no longer just seen as a beast path. Using such mountain roads, the Erdoah National Army was solemnly proceeding with the difficult task of surrendering even the famous generals who would raise their hands in the history of crossing the mountains at night.

I had some luck with that.

And when he looked up into the night sky, it was a starry sky full of heaven, and the moon that sat in its center cast down upon the earth a raging light, and it was illuminating the way.

But Zoan and Harpuran are more active than that.

Originally Zoan is a hunting race that wanders after its prey on vast plains. Its excellent sense of direction had unfortunately been demonstrated here too, leading the soldiers of the succeeding human species to Melza without any stray. They also monitored the small lights held by the captains of each squad and warned them quickly if there were any troops that might be off the road.

With such a comprehensive support system, the troops of the Erdoğa National Army, who marched dispersed several mountain roads, entered Mirza without sending a deserter as one.

And the Erdoğa National Army, which entered Mirza, began to form formations as per prior meetings.

I managed to make it.

The Ethereal Horse was stroking down his chest howling at the appearance of his own army, which was almost forming.

If you look far east, the sky is starting to whiten slightly.

It will soon be the time to pay dawn.

And as the sun rises, the first thing to do is eat the rain of the arrows of the pre-emptive attack on the Romanian National Army faction by a black elf archer placed in the front row. He then strikes hard by storming the confused Romanian National Army factions with Zoan warriors.

Behind the Romanian National Army, which would be wary of its own raids - as a response to the left from the Ethereal Horse, place the Dwarf Heavy Infantry of Dwarling. You will thoroughly snap the main battalion with Zoan's warriors while you hold the enemy's troops in captivity by Dwarf Heavy Infantry, who will recover the soonest from the ambush.

Even with that in mind, the eastern hillsides beyond the Romanian National Army faction have become brighter. Finally, the sun is about to peek into my face.

With the light of that sun, we will soon be illuminated by the figure of the Eldor National Army. Sleepy-eyed Romanian National Army generals should be drained. That is the perfect opportunity to launch an attack.

The Ethereal Horse slowly raised his right arm.

Along with that, he puts his hand on the drum for Shemr to clap the total offense.

"Don't be alarmed. Keep your mind tight," Garam put his hand on the ground to run with four legs.

"My nose freakishly muzzles," Zug said, leaking a small tongue punch.

"My mustache tingles, woe," Doverine stroked her proud mustache.

"Was he poked and killed with a spear?" Pipi clouded his face when he was told of the death of his blue-winged compatriot by his men who were out searching.

"Why am I doing this..." Setius said, making only a mushy face.

"Mhoo!" said Jaharngil, roughing his nose.

And finally, the sun peeks into his face from the top of the eastern hill.

Along with that, the sound of the drums shook the early morning atmosphere.

The sound of a big drum slapped with a certain clap.

…… Soma?! "

Surprisingly round his eyes, Shemr looks at the pale horse. And a pale horse squeaks more amazement in her face than she does.

"Why? What do you mean...?

The right arm of the Ethereal Horse had not yet been swung down.

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A Romanian National Army faction where drums are pounded announcing the arrival of enemies.

Until then, the soldiers lurking their breath rose one after the other and raised their voices with their spears in their hands.

In it, Piata smiles in the synagogue as she receives the morning sun that has just risen and waves her radiant golden hair into the wind.

"It took!

What she stares at is the Eldor National Army, illuminated by the morning sun.

A large flag that appears slightly behind its center. As far as Piata knows, there's only one flag that big in this western region.

Only the infamous "Soma's Black Flag".

"You're here! You're still here! Son of Destruction!

Before the prey that jumped into his hunting grounds, Piata shouted with overflowing joy and burning fighting spirit.

"Son of Destruction! This is the land of your end!