Hakai no Miko

The Ethereal Horse slowly regained consciousness when his tympanic membrane was beaten by a fierce roar (howl) raised by Jaharngil.

"Sauma! Are you okay?!"

Firstly, it is Shemr's face that brings tears to his eyes that have entered his sight.

"What the hell...?

The pale horse whose consciousness was still cloudy had his name back in time, but now there was no room for Shemr to point it out.

"You don't remember? You fell with your enemy's sword in your head!

To Shemr's words, the Ethereal Horse regains his memory.

"What about the enemy?! What's happening now?!"

The Ethereal Horse tried to jump up in a hurry. However, without force, I get my hips smashed and my hands poked. The Ethereal Horse, who finally stood up with his shoulder borrowed from Shemr, raised his face and doubted my eyes.

A position ravaged by horseshoes. Soldiers who shed blood and fell and fell. Eldor's flag falls to the ground, trampled, and covered in blood mud.

The main force, which even boasted beauty until earlier, had transformed itself into a miserable appearance.

In the ears of a flashing pale horse, a tremendous sound of metal and flesh shooting each other.

Turn around and the sight of doubting my eyes will pop into your eyes even more.

Jaharn Gill was rolling down the ground in the wake of an assault by a heavy enemy cavalry.

What the hell kind of joke is this, Ethereal Horse thought.

It's that jahan gill. Free and stronger on the shore of arrogance than anyone I know. Who the hell tells you to imagine that jahan gill being rolled on the battlefield like that?

The Ethereal Horse unwittingly raises his voice to the appearance of Jahangil, whose knees crumble although he jumped to momentum and kneel on the spot.

"Jahan giru!!"

Did you get that voice, Jaharngil finally gets up and opens his arms to this one and raises his voice.

"I'm strong! Me, the strongest! Me, bampoo!

Then Jaharn Gill threw a little iron ball and defeated the enemy heavy cavalry.

To the sight, the pale horse stroked his chest down with a ho.

It is the usual jahan gill. With that Jaharn Gill, you no longer have to worry. I'd rather worry about the enemy trying to challenge him.

When I thought so, the sound of the horn (trumpet) rang from here and there. Along with that, the cavalry that was ravaging the main battalion begins to retreat.

"I don't need a pursuit! Hurry up and rebuild the main line!

He was a pale horse who shouted up at the soldier in a hurry and instructed him, but his consciousness retreated only for a moment, and his body leaned about. Borrowing Shemr's shoulder, who hastily supported it, the Ethereal Horse managed to stop without falling.

A pale horse desperately thinks with his hands on his forehead complaining of severe pain.

Now the enemy horseback squad has managed to retreat.

But I can't feel safe. Things are still getting worse.

From the headquarters of the Romanian National Army in the front, we had heard the sound of a big drum being beaten like crazy from earlier. Perhaps that must be the decree of an all-arms assault. This one is in a state of assault and confusion by the main force. If an overwhelming number of enemy soldiers push this way, you can't possibly take it. It's a simple push of force, but that's why it's the most effective attack in this situation.

We have to figure out a means of confrontation.

But what concerns me there is the earlier horseback riding squad.

I've slashed this far into the headquarters where I am the general of the enemy. If I stooped and fought ready to smash the ball like that, or maybe I could have picked myself up. If you are a pig martial artist for merit, you will do so first.

But that horseback rider general saw this one start to get back on his feet. No, he lightly threw away a good opportunity to name the feat in front of him and began to retreat.

Perhaps to seal this rebellion.

If this one takes any measures against the total attack, he will be willing to support the total attack of the Romanian National Army headquarters by re-assaulting the main unit accordingly, or attacking the Zoans in the front. Also, just because we have those enemy troops, our hands on this one will be limited.

I'm definitely coming to stop the roots of this army with the help of the Romanian National Army HQ than with my own merit name hanging in front of me.

Enemy so calm that you don't like it.

The Ethereal Horse threw up such bitter thoughts along with his own blood that came into his mouth through his cheeks.

But I can't just moan. Still, I had to figure out a means of confrontation.

Ethereal horses work their heads desperately.

But I still can't escape the shock of the slaughter from Piata. I try to move my ragged head somehow, but it added all the shock and haste, and I couldn't get my thoughts together. It's like with the blood flowing from your forehead, even your thoughts are flowing out.

"We need to do something. We have to do something..."

The feeling of impatience broke out of my mouth without my knowledge. Says Shemr, who was tying the wound on his bleeding forehead with a cloth to stop the bleeding.

"Easy, Soma!

Shemr strongly tells the Ethereal Horse to look back with his vain eyes.

"Don't focus on the battle now! The important thing is to connect tomorrow!

That was once the word Shemr was taught by his father.

When Zoan was still in danger of survival by the Holmeer State, when he was attacking the fort to reclaim the plains. No matter how much you provoke, you will never come out of the fort, and on the contrary, the Zoans of the Shemurs (the Fang Clan) have sacrificed a great deal by the soldiers of the Holmeer Country, who will rain arrows if this one approaches you.

In it, when Garguz, the father and chief, gave the order to withdraw, Shemr said, "I'm sorry for the warrior who sacrificed himself when I pulled back here. We should shed blood together," he said differently.

Garguz's answer to that was:

"Our warriors are not fighting to die! We're fighting to bring our families, our brothers, our families, our children to tomorrow!

Strategies and tactics are negligible because of their too straight temperament, Shemr, but I know about the status quo.

This is the same situation as then.

No matter how much you scratch, the fort walls will not be overcome, nor will the fort soldiers come out. A battle situation where we can't fight what we think we can, and we just mischievously make more sacrifices.

Same air as then, drifting on this battlefield.

And the Ethereal Horse also knew that there was nothing more to be done about scratching.

This is an exhausted soldier who has just decided to cross a dangerous night's mountain. In front of me, I waited full, many times as many enemies as this one. And early in the war, he was crushed a left-wing Dwarf heavy-duty infantry, and thus ravaged as he pleases to the main battalion.

From here, it is impossible to salvage.

Our defeat is no longer a matter of decision.

So, how do we connect from there to tomorrow?

The Ethereal Horse mouths the answer that comes to mind.

"Brings a little more soldiers to life"

But immediately the Ethereal Horse denied the idea.

More important than that. There's more to be sure of than that.

That's...

"It's about me not dying...!

The pale horse crooked his face.

I am the king. And a king is a symbol of his country. If that king himself is taken over, the country itself will lose.

Not to mention that Eldor, a multi-racial state made up of multiple races with different appearances, shapes and sex, is united, albeit only because he stands on the king, guaranteeing freedom and equality for all races. If that self falls here, it won't matter how many soldiers you let live.

What I need to do here now is for me to survive first. It's about getting out of here, even if it's just me right now. If only I were alive, even if everyone lost their lives here, it would not be impossible to join forces with Marcronis and Adomius and the Gurkakas, who are collecting soldiers by now, to make a relapse.

But the choice was unacceptable to Ethereal Horse.

There was bitterness in the face of the Ethereal Horse.

Hold down both cheeks of such a pale horse so that Shemr pinches them with his hands from left to right. And he put his face close to the tip of his nose so as to peek deep into the eyes of the Ethereal Horse.

"Don't turn your back, Soma"

For nearly a decade, Shemr found out that he kept an eye on the pale horse by his side (buckwheat) at all times.

Now the Ethereal Horse is ashamed.

My own failure has left everyone in a state of distress. Yet you have to abandon everyone and run away because you are the only one who survives like that. That's what I'm ashamed of.

Shemr scolds such a pale horse.

"Don't turn your back on shame, Soma! Shame is getting over it!

To Shemr's words, the pale horse drew his mouth together. Couldn't stand the look of Shemr staring at herself, the Ethereal Horse lays her eyes down and bites her lower lip. Then a while later, the Ethereal Horse leaked a bosom voice.

"Retreat..."

The Ethereal Horse made a decision.

"Immediately, retreat from here!

In response to the decision of the Ethereal Horse, Shemr moved out. Orders the formation of a unit to protect the Ethereal Horse at the same time as having him bring the Ethereal Horse's beloved horse. But the Ethereal Horse stopped it.

"I run away now. I can't wait for my escort to do that. I don't care if Shemr is the only one following me!

And Shemr is reluctant.

"But then, in case..."

"I'm wasting more time now!

To Shemr, who disputed, the Ethereal Horse gave it back. Then I speak to Morad and Shahata, who were nearby.

"Mollard runs away with the flag. Throw away the flagpole. But don't just let them take the flag."

The black flag is a symbol of the Ethereal Horse itself. To be deprived of it is tantamount to being given a neck at times. It's something that should never be taken away from you.

"Shahata asks for Morad's protection. The flag is me itself. Protect the flag."

Besides, Shahata distorted her face painfully.

Shahata, who is supposed to be an escort, is in a position where he must protect the Ethereal Horse himself, who flees with Shemr. But now is the time when the speed of escape takes precedence over the severity of protection. To protect the Ethereal Horse, who flees on horseback, is instead a foothold in Shahata, which cannot be run with four legs. But if you point that out, the face of the escort Shahata will be rounded up. So the Ethereal Horse, considering Shahatha's face, dared to preach the flag to be equal to himself, and commanded him to defend the flag.

Shahata agreed without disagreement because she could see that.

Ever since he sees it, the Ethereal Horse calls Pipi to cross over the beloved horse brought to him by an elf woman dressed as a black elf archer. The Ethereal Horse commands from the horse to Pipi, who rushed over.

"Support us from above. And tell everyone about my survival regularly."

So the pale horse suppresses his voice.

"If I'm taken over by the enemy, keep telling me I'm alive. I asked for it."

Pipi was surprised at the words of the Ethereal Horse by the round of its little eyes, but he nodded even though he did not accept it.

Then the Ethereal Horse summons Zoan's drum beat.

"Transmit it with a drum. I run away, he said. So, everybody..."

So the Ethereal Horse said.

Buy me some time till I get away.

That's the right order here.

But the pale horse could not speak of it.

"Tell everyone to do their best."

It was Shemr who continued to speak on behalf of such a pale horse.

Shemr says well to a pale horse who sees himself with a surprised face.

"Trust everyone. They'll get through all this without any difficulty."

That is a baseless word. Rather, it would be the care of Shemr, taking into account his own mood.

But that shouldn't happen, the Ethereal Horse thought.

Everyone is going to make sacrifices, but only the person who made them escape first. In order not to obscure its own sins and responsibilities, this place should be firmly ordained by itself.

Shemr looks at the eyes of a pale horse who tried to open his mouth with that in mind.

"Don't get drunk on tragedy, Soma. Trust everyone. All you have to do is show us the way tomorrow."

The Ethereal Horse breathes in Shemr's temper.

Then he often pulls his lips together hard and worries, and then tells Zoan's warrior that the Ethereal Horse is confused about how to beat the drum.

"Tell everyone. Leave it to your discretion. Take what you think is best. - and add one more order."

The Ethereal Horse set aside for a beat, then said forcefully.

"Absolutely survive," he said. That's all I command!

Saying so, the Ethereal Horse ran the horse by leaving "I'm going" to Shemr. It was Shemr who tried to chase after him, but he stops that leg.

"tap a private message from me to The Fang of Strike."

Shemr spoke to Zoan's warrior, who was about to slap him on the clap of communicating orders from the Ethereal Horse.

"My grandmother brought me a snack. - So you'll find out in The Fang of the Fierce."