Hakai no Miko

"The enemy will be leading the attack on red-haired Zoan!

Baron Turius, entrusted with the front row of the Romanian National Army's left wing, was surprised by the voice of the knight under his command.

Against ourselves, who waited in full, the enemy carried the mountain, about a third of it. It's not a decent way to bump into each other. Driven by fear, I thought I'd have to show my back and back off, or at best stop on the spot and consolidate my protection.

But if you look forward from the top of the dragon rider, Zoan and the others are definitely heading this way with the red-haired giants on four legs.

Baron Turius raises his voice in haste.

"Set up your shields and align your spears!

A soldier who was running ahead of us in an attempt to get a reward by raising the neck of a breaking enemy also stops at Baron Turius' decree. Then he pushed his shield against the assaulting Zoan and put up a spear to create an interception posture.

But many of the soldiers of this era are expropriated peasants and temporarily hired mercenaries. Minimum military instruction is applied, but it still moves badly when unforeseen things happen.

The walls of the shields lined up for this reason are also filled with gaps without being neat. The tip of the protruding spear doesn't fit either.

Zoan warriors led by red-haired giants went in there.

Blood splashes and anger fly, and the cries of the disconnected devil are frequent.

Even though the shields are not arranged neatly, and the eartips of the spears are not, they are nevertheless a dense formation of heavy-duty infantry. The damage caused by the Zoan warriors who ran into it was enormous. Many warriors are crushed between the shield and later allies without breaking through the shield's walls, pierced by protruding spears and losing their lives.

Among them, it was the red-haired giant - Zug - who took Zoan's warriors with him, unfortunately demonstrating their bravery.

Zoog shows unimaginable agility and flexibility from that giant, waving a thick mountain knife flaunting him, reminiscent of a meat-cutting knife, as he shrugs between the protruding spears and fleshes to the Romanian soldier.

The shield, which was struck by that blow, was pulverized as if it had been cut to half as it scattered pieces of wood and pieces of metal for reinforcement. The soldier who had that shield can't help but turn back and bring it back to the soldier who tried to support it. Furthermore, Zug ate a strong forward kick there and tumbled the two together.

The Romanian soldiers on the left and right have tried to fill the holes of their fallen companions, and the soldiers in the rear row have also stuck out spears to finish Zoog.

Zug has just rolled out a forward kick. Not all spears protruded can be broken. A sharp spear tip that did not engage him stood against his shoulder, flank and chest, piercing his armor and piercing it into his flesh. But in addition to being on the verge of twisting himself, it was once a lumbar spike of a Romanian soldier who had just been requisitioned, all far from fatally wounded.

When Zoog flashes his mountain knife with his temper, he slaps the mass-produced crude spear pattern together and breaks it.

Then as he eagled over the shield the head of a soldier who moved sideways to build a shield wall, he slammed his face to the ground to pull it down. Zug made a noise and inhaled his breath, stomping with his right foot only to chase the back of the soldier's head, who was no longer even moving with Pickle after that blow alone. And turn it into a roar and spit it out.

"I have one Zoan XII clan chief, Eldor's Beast Admiral, Raga Bigana Zug, the Angry Claw! Call me from the guy who wants to die!

To that roar, soldiers from the Romanian country retreated from the perimeter of Zug making a noise.

Besides, Zug, when he grins furiously with a nigga, orders the warriors to stick a mountain knife at the soldiers of the Romanian state.

"Get in there! Kill him!

Zouan's warriors went into the hole in the wall of the shield that Zoug had ripped open with anger.

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"We will report! The Zoans have stormed out!

To the voice of the conductor, the generals who were around Partis in the main regiment were first surprised.

No matter how fast Zoan can walk like a horse, his gear is only about lightweight infantry. Whatever Zoan said from the side or back against a well-equipped heavy-duty infantry, it's not brave but reckless, such as storming directly from the front.

Not to mention this one's nearly three times as many soldiers as the enemy.

Whatever you do to protect it, it is an act that will speed up your own death, such as attacking you from the other side.

The intrusion is the last evil ascension of the beasts.

The generals laughed coldly.

Only Partis in it slightly frowns.

"It is a strong fervour"

Partiz's eyes were watching the fierceness of rising like a palm flame from the left wing where the turmoil was raging.

"There must be so many fierce generals"

When Partis leaked his praise, the marquises who heard it floated the colour of confusion. If we turn our eyes to the left wing ourselves, we can only see the earthly smoke that winds up there by the turmoil. Partis had the habit of saying such unintelligible things from time to time during the battle. Even at this time, I wonder if the Hordes are referring to the soil and smoke that winds up as fierce.

"There you are, Baron Turius. A brave man who is young but brave enough to raise his own name to the front row. Perhaps it's him."

One of the marquis laughed and said, "Huh?" and lean his neck.

"Turius was not such a fierce man."

Then Partis summons a conductor.

"The enemy is trying to break through one point on the left wing of our army. Send them to the central unit so they can poke the flank of the enemy they're attacking."

It is not easy to break through heavily armed infantry in dense formations from the front, even though Zoan's assault is now known along with the threat to the west. Naturally, that leg also stops, killing the greatest weapon, speed. If you are attacked from the side there, it will be a fatal blow.

Some time after he had recited the order he had given, the conductor ran away with his horse, and the central unit began pointing the spear at the side of Zoan, who was storming the spear to the left.

However, Partis' frown does not open.

"Compared to the fierceness of our enemies, our army moves dull."

Partis summons a conductor.

"Prepare the hindsight soldiers for immediate movement."

Partis gave instructions so that he could leave at any time for the rear-packed unit that was nearby to protect the unforeseen circumstances and the main unit. Then I also speak to my surroundings.

"Prepare your lords for the enemy."

"Your Highness is too careful," he smiled bitterly, while the generals assumed that they would give their lives to this Partis instruction.

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"Zoan, you guys! I'm going to break through the left-wing formation and aim for the lives of His Highness Partis!

General Octavis, who had been entrusted with the centre of the Romanian National Army, immediately directed his soldiers towards Zoan, who stormed the left wing when he received a transmission from Partis.

The centrally placed General Octavis soldier most expected to be a heavily armed infantry consisting of soldiers from the National Army. In its combat power, it was one of the most elite units of the Romanian National Army.

This was intercepted by Garam, who stood at the rear and by the warriors of the Fang Clan led by him.

The Gallums mow the spears that are protruded and flesh to the enemy soldiers, cutting their lives one after the other with their mountain swords.

But there are too many enemies anyway. Even if you pick up a few people, the next thing you know, more than twice that number will push you. It's not something I can push back at all.

Still managed to bring it into a state of antagonism because many Romanian soldiers thought it had already won the battle.

It's a loss if you can't do it here and lose your life. Don't risk it, pick up the spilling handles and keep them for just a few winning prizes.

Such passive thoughts protruded the spear with a discerning hips. For this reason, if this one tries to move forward with a little vigour, it will go down. And if this one goes back, he comes forward to us and pokes a tick and a spear. But if this one comes forward again, it'll be right down. It is a repetition of this.

Thanks to this, the Gallums, in addition to the overwhelming difference in force, had managed to keep their enemies at bay, even in what they called a backward defense.

But only a mountain knife is a weapon, Zoan. If you keep getting hit with a long spear and keep your time, it's pretty tough. The warriors continued, shredded in strength with the jitters so that they could be strangled in earnest, and finally taken away.

One of the warriors, who was still fighting shoulder to shoulder with Gallum again, falls on his leg after missing a sticking out spear. Then the Romanian national soldier changes the color of his eyes in an attempt to raise a handle and sticks out a spear towards the fallen warrior, making that Zoan warrior look like a needle prick.

Gallum sticks in the shape of anger among the Romanian soldiers who run their eyes blood and stick out their spears, even though it is clear that they are already deadly. And flashing the two mountain swords in their hands, they instantly slashed down the Romanian soldiers who had taken the lives of their compatriots.

Even though Gallum has protruded, the Romanian soldiers, who saw him as a good opportunity to raise the handle, arrive.

Looking at the Romanian soldiers poking their spears at themselves, Gallum breathed heavily, releasing it as a roar all the time.

That's all the soldiers who were trying to get in and panic and try to back off. On the contrary, however, he exposed himself to ugliness, such as being thrust away and fallen by a fellow in the back trying to get forward.

There the warriors of Shushul and Zoan penetrated and brought them into the turmoil.

Blood splashes flew with every flash of a mountain knife, and screams rose with every spear thrust.

After a while it was the Gallums who controlled the turmoil. Compared to Zoan's warrior who tries to protect his compatriots' backs, the struggle is different if the Romanian soldier says to keep them in the spill of a grace award while trying to preserve them. As soon as the Romanian soldiers thought they were numerous but dangerous, they would retreat as the tide drew.

Gallum stops his fellow countrymen from attempting to pursue him there.

"Don't push me! Try to protect me!

It is their role to protect the backs of the Zugs who are now struggling to break through their enemies. Never boast of martial arts. Besides, even if you step forward in tune with a local advantage, you will be isolated among the enemies if the back doesn't continue. Then you'll just get slapped.

The unfamiliar battle of stopping and fighting, but now we just have to endure it.

But even if we could do that thoroughly, it wouldn't last long either.

Gallum has already carved multiple wounds into his body, albeit shallow again. Garam spills bosom as he heavily wets his own black hair with the blood that sprinkles from it.

"Please, Zoog. This one won't last long."

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Zoog just kept waving his mountain knife.

We no longer know how many enemies we have slashed down. I don't even know how many times I've worn an enemy blade anymore.

I couldn't afford to think about it already. Anyway, reflexively, keep knocking the enemies on your eyes off one end.

One of these days, the blade of the mountain knife will crumble, and a single blow will prevent you from killing the enemy soldiers. Then all you have to do is slap the enemy until he dies. Zoog can knock the mountain knife over and over, whether it's from above the enemy's armor or or from above his helmet. Zug even moves forward, stepping over a Romanian soldier who gets hit in the head with a mountain knife that swings like a stick, crushes his sternum and falls.

Only when Zoog was in a world where the colors and sounds could disappear.

In a world depicted only in black and white darkness, Zug even wields a mountain knife. The fury, screaming and screaming as if to break the tympanic membrane until earlier had disappeared. I can't even hear the screams I would be raising.

With even time flowing slowly, only thoughts become surprisingly calm.

I punch the Romanian soldier in the face, crying and screaming and sticking out his spear, wondering if he's that scared, don't come out to war. A warrior next door with his chest speared against him says a silent goodbye to your son in an attempt to make an exchange for a bottle of wine he said he would give you. To the Romanian soldier who stuck a spear on his shoulder, he smacked his brain with a mountain knife, wondering if it hurt.

He unleashed a forward kick to kick down the body of a Romanian soldier who got in the way, but with no resistance besides his thoughts, Zoog's body is about to collapse to the front with excessive momentum. Step on the earth with the legs you put out to kick, and rebuild your posture at Ayami. And Zoog looked up and was surprised, causing his forebodied torso.

In front of me, the flat ground was stretched out.

There is no sign of those loose Romanian soldiers.

And Zoog said, "Shit!" I thought.

The brave Zoan warrior said that after his death, the god of beasts would be summoned to the joyful field of the throne, where he would behave well with meat and booze, and would run freely through the field.

Apparently, I've gained momentum and come to that joyful field.

Besides, Zoog got in trouble.

As a warrior, it was definitely the main hope. He was able to swing his mind and drink with his comrades of different shapes. That's all, I was able to get out of the plains that I couldn't even think of myself when I was only a chief, where I saw all sorts of things and had all sorts of experiences.

Put your chest up and you could say it was a good life.

But when I say I have no regrets, I lie.

The first thing I can think of is Gallum. It's a shame you couldn't let that faint face of Gallam be distorted by the humiliation of defeat. Now I was going to tie up my own daughter with his son, thoroughly adore my birth grandson, and make him say, "I prefer Grandpa Zoog to Grandpa Gallum," but I regret not being able to achieve that.

But before you do, do your own pretty daughter. If Garam's son is weak, he's in trouble. I have to be thorough with myself then. You can't just give my precious daughter to someone who makes my daughter cry.

If I tell you to make me cry, my wife will cry if I die. I swore I would protect you for the rest of my life and let you carry me on my back, but it also turned out to be an accident. But it's also the fate of a warrior. Don't feel bad. No, it's my fault. Excuse me. I'll apologize if you come to the joy field, so please forgive me. But if you can, you can come to the joy field much later. I miss you, but I'll put up with you. And then...

"Yay, chief!!"

The voice slapped Zoog on the back thinking absurdly.

As soon as that happens, colour, sound and time return to the world of Zug.

What I thought was a joyful wilderness grew dirty grass, just flat, and from behind was still the sound of anger, screaming and swordshoots blowing like a storm.

"I broke through those Romanian bastards!

Zug, who had only one eye patchy, realized that he had lost his life to the voice he had been called on his back again.

At the next moment, Zoog used his entire body to raise his roar.