Hyaku Ma No Aruji

57 words:

"So much."

Harsim was roaring briefly as he looked at the war situation in the center.

"When you get here, don't want to doubt that it's the same creature"

Words like that leak unexpectedly. It was a word to look at Merea's ability to fight until she was unusual.

The amount of impact is different from what you actually see from what you hear.

Merea's ability to fight is a delightful miscalculation for such a harsim, and on the other hand,

- It could really start to collateralize the half-destruction of the Remusee.

It was also a factor in cooling the gall.

but also between bundles,

"I can't even just be impressed. I do what I have to do."

Harsim concentrated again on the war situation.

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Harsim, who had expected to be this type of battle beforehand, laid (did) defensive lines rotating left and right. Depending on the degree of exhaustion of the soldiers, the replacement will be carried out.

If you tried to add a counterattack to your opponent, you just couldn't afford to be splitting up soldiers, but if you're just specialized in dealing with that attack, the story is different. Barely, though, there was still work to be done.

"Now! Replace it!"

The biggest problem when taking that method lay in when to replace a single army on the clash line.

If you're too exhausted, you'll be in the way when you leave, and even if you just replace it, you'll give your opponent more chances to attack. Its hard to tell anyway.

But in that regard, Harsim's arm was nothing short of brilliant.

The timing of the attack is distracted by the observation ability to detect the opponent's "Attack Chi" without madness. More importantly, it was accurate to identify exhaustion on the front lines of the self-armies.

"Second Army take the siege tip with minimal retreat!

At the same time, it will balance out with the central battlefield, while only carving and using the required minimum amount of rear area.

Harsim's command supported the unexpected battle for a moment.

On the other hand, it was also the Demon Kings in the center who supported such a dazzling command of Harsim.

Hersim had careful observations to the left and right as the Demon Kings stopped Mouseg's cavalry as it slammed into the center.

Such demon kings were gradually beginning to show their true worth on the central battlefield.

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"The power of gold is great, after all. Whoa, whoa!

"Don't make me sound odd until this happens!!"

A giant golden sphere was flying on the central battlefield.

It is just as large a gold mass as the body of the earth dragon falling in the distance.

"Ahhh! But you can't cut off the sight of money moving away from me. This!

"Ugh! Come on, generate the next one! There's more and more cavalry over there!

The voices of Shaw the Alchemist and Salman the Fist Emperor were echoing.

They were now standing next to each other on the slightly right side of the central battlefield.

There are no enemy figures around, but ahead of them is a group of Mooseg cavalry like a black wave.

And, in front of the waves of such a person, Shaw showed the movement in large measure.

"I'll definitely collect this later!

Shaw splashed the gold coin from his nostalgia to the ground, wondering where the hell it was all jammed up, and dropped his hands into it in a subsequent motion.

Then, momentarily from that hand that touched the mountain of gold coins, the surgical formation spread, and shortly afterwards, when I wondered if the mountain of gold coins had mixed with the soil of the wilderness, it swelled all at once into a huge sphere like the one that had just flown to the group of Mouseg cavalry.

"Oh......! Purity again......! This stupidity of mixing gold with other substances! This war that makes me do that isn't a lot, after all!

"The claim itself is decent, but there's something wrong with your patrol until you get there! - Fair enough! Look, get out of the way! Let's go!"

Salman leans over to where Shaw is shamefully cheeky on the sphere of gold, pushing his body out just asking him to stay down because it's dangerous.

And Salman, standing in front of the sphere,

"All right, nobody's been here before!

Once you've looked forward and checked,

"- Ooh, blow it!

He put his fist together with purple particles in the middle and shot it out at an unnoticed speed at the next moment.

fists beat the sphere of gold with the roar, but

"Why does my gold fly at such a speed with a punch..."

"" The Seven Imperial Instruments Are Not There "is not Dada. It is quite difficult to use in person. But I think I'm getting used to it."

Gold flies at a speed I don't think I hit him with a very fist.

Mooseg's cavalry group is on the way.

Direct hit.

Bringing the roar and scream together into its body, the sphere of gold instantly made a wind hole in the enemy group.

"Damn, it's not diminishing at all! - What's happening to the left!

"You're up a firepillar over there. Is it Miss Lilium?"

"Oh, all right, you look fine over there!

"You're quick to judge."

"I hear a blown out laugh, so I'm going that way! Melea's pulling over to the left, too, and you're gonna be fine! Um, and then..."

Mooseg's cavalry is slowing down due to the impact of the gold ejection now.

In that gap Salman looked around and checked the war situation.

"This one's got a lot of proximity, including Mariza."

"What the hell, there's no sign of a maid, especially a surgical one, using secrets, so you're running around the front line and dropping the enemy's neck. Aren't you too scared of the sight?

"He could have been originally. Maybe there's a reason I can't use the procedure." Tyranny Emperor "seems to be a particularly good translation. Well, that's enough for one second."

"The twins."

"Behind you. 'Don't come forward' unanimously. No matter how much battlefield, I can't give in. How old do they think they are? - Well, it's not like it's going to rot for the first time because you're stuck in a left-right war situation for that matter."

"If so, how much more can you stand in this state?"

"Right. So far, I can stand it for one second. But the number of enemies is still growing, so it's time for that Lemuse Admiral to hit something."

"Miss Elma is here, so it's time for you to do something."

"Yes, I dare lend him the one I want him to be on the front line. If I screw this up, I'll make about ten of them.... hey, I'm here already. Look, let's get the next one out of here!

"Don't you think there's an infinite amount of gold in my pocket? - I think it's time to do it! It looks like it could use my money!

"When it's gone, you go pick it up. Yikes!

"Aren't you full of enemies over there!

"Wear gold armor or or something. Do something!

"Oh, that's good! Let's go with that!

The two turn their gaze again to Mooseg's army.

Not as impetuous as it was earlier, but the black wave of people was creeping in.

The two laid a battle posture on their bodies - kicking the ground - with an inner desire for a factor that would be conducive to this one if possible.

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- That's right.

After directing the defensive retreat for some time, Harsim realized he was watching the movement on the Mooseg side.

He was also determined to hit a new hand with realizing it.

"It fits."

There is a slight difference between the left and right Mooseg armies trying to besiege us.

Specifically, the speed between posture breakdown and re-assault, as well as the accuracy of formation of queues, are different.

At first it was a slight difference, but by repeating it the difference was getting bigger.

- The right is more accurate.

From there we can derive:

- 'Commander' is probably stopping by on the right.

"Sword Emperor!

At last Harsim called Elma.

Then,

"What!

As soon as the call is raised, a clear voice returns. Less than two seconds later, Elma came running through the horse and shook her brunette in a hurry to "do it".

"See, it's around there. There's probably an enemy commander around from the center to the right."

Elma flies her gaze in the direction Harsim pointed at.

Harsim similarly narrowed his eyes and turned his attention to capture a clear commander.

And, as I advise both of those, another voice comes there.

"Probably, there he is, yeah. I was at Sal-kun's earlier, big guy."

Eyes, who was riding on Elma's horse, said with his head out the back.

"Only the" Heavenly Devil's "

Harsim looked at Eyes and remembered the information he had been informed before the battle, and based on it he asked back softly.

"If you know the general position, can you see it with precision with those eyes?

"Try, try"

Eyes nods without putting her hair in between inquiries of Hersim.

"All right, keep an eye out for that big one. It's enough to know if you're giving instructions."

"Okay. Hold on, hold on."

Eyes meditated his eyes.

There was silence for a while,

"- Yeah, I knew it, I think so"

A nod returns from her with her eyes open.

"I just confirmed that too. If Eyes is going to say it, I'll just have to. That's enough for me to believe."

That's how Elma pulled the Devil's Sword out of her sheath.

In response to such an elma, Harsim speaks up again.

"As I was saying, I'll lend you a cavalry. Scaffold it and circle in from the right."

What that means is:

"Get the Commander's head."

Harsim said with a serious face.

In those words, Elma grinned sarcastically that he should do it deliberately,

"As I said earlier, you are quite unscrupulous, King of Lemuse"

I gave it back.

But that kind of Elma was also pulling that grin in the next moment.

Floating to take its place is an equally extremely serious look.

"- But I got it. As descendants of the Commander of the Thirty-eight Heavenly Sword Brigade, complete your battlefield duties."

"Oh, I asked. - Fly to the left. Don't move until we have a signal."

Harsim tells him pale, then adds at the end.

"- Be careful. If it doesn't seem possible, you don't have to take your neck off anything. But if I may, I'd like to be intimidated enough to blur my throat."

"Don't be dramatic, I've experienced these unfavourable battlefields several times. That's when I took three enemy commanders' necks. I can afford one."

Elma's words were exaggerated.

It was also a word to reassure Harsim, and at the same time an exaggerated word to inspire himself.

"-Okay."

Harsim takes such Elma's word for it and returns the last nod.

Then, this time, Elma turned right behind herself and smiled when she saw the eyes that were glued to its back.

"Eyes, you stay here"

"What?"

Eyes gives a sad look after he opens his eyes to surprise.

I saw it. Elma laughs bitterly like trouble, but she didn't leave with her.

"It's too dangerous for you from here on out. I've got a big position, and I'm fine with no more guidance."

"So, but..."

"If I let you scratch me, Marisa will mess with me later. I know he's the one who really wants to be beside Eyes, but that's just because he doesn't have enough central staff. Oh, so he's rambling in front. I took you from Mariza like that, so it's our own responsibility, but still - we can't take you anywhere we know you're in danger."

Eyes immediately perceives what Elma is trying to say.

She was too smart in that regard.

"... well. From here on out, even in Elma, it's dangerous."

"... oh"

After receiving that short response, Eyes put his strength into his arm, which was turning loosely on Elma's hips.

But...

"... ok"

Immediately untie the arm.

That's how I jumped off the horse without anyone's help.

Looking at her like that, Elma,

"Well, on the contrary, it means we're safe here. Whatever it is, it's behind Merea, and it's next to the General on this side. Besides, your power would have been better served by the Commander. It may not be the preferred way to put it, but I dare you to respect your will to fight."

All I said was forgive me, but I was turning to a grin with my eyebrow butt down.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, Elma too - be careful."

Eyes had the same grin on his face and looked up at Elma from below.

Elma stroked her hair only once, seemingly sparing her last name, and finally cut her gaze.

As such,

"- Harsim."

Finally, turn your sharp gaze to Harsim, who was once again turning his attention to the war situation.

At some point, it had changed from the designation 'King of Remusse' to a nearer designation. But that was more like a result of spinning his true name as if he had stabbed a nail than a change of name coming from familiarity.

"If you want the help of the Demon King, be very careful not to scratch one eye. - Eyes scratches are expensive."

"Let's remember the liver"

"-Okay."

Seeing Harsim answer clearly, Elma exhaled from her nose satisfactorily.

Return the horse's heel and turn the horse's nose to the right.

"Then go. I asked for my people."

That's what Elma said as she turned her back and ran to the right, trapped by Remusse soldiers.

Eyes looked worried about that back.

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By the time Elma received instructions from Hersim, the Mouseg cavalry had long been in front of her.

A rough assault.

Much more than Lemuse Cavalry thought was provoking their frustration.

As such, Harsim confirms with his eyes the 'narrowing of sight' of the Mouseg Cavalry.

Their faces were looking too far at one side when they looked over at the whole war situation.

Siege that doesn't work.

An unexpected strip of resistance in the centre.

I'm tired of waiting to see if someplace breaks down quickly, while my heart gets tired.

Also, in addition to the resistance of the Demon Kings, and above all, there were times when Merea was showing flashy surgical uniforms on its front lines, and they seemed to gradually give up breaking through there.

If so, turn your consciousness to whether the right or left turnaround will not be completed as quickly as initially planned.

In particular, they were looking at the tip on the left from Harsim.

Because the Lemuse cavalry on the left was clearly in a 'retrograde' mood compared to the right.

At this rate, that's probably where they open first.

Such anticipation was manifested in the direction of their faces, and in the movement of their gaze.

However,

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It was a trap set by Harsim.

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Harsim dared to 'let me lower' the Lemuse cavalry on the left.

Since it must be critical in the first place, its retreat was not so unnatural as to be accounted for either. In a sense, it is a trap set because we are losing in the power of numbers.

Harsim was convinced that his thoughts had worked, paying close attention to the front that was going down that way.

And I hit the last hand with all the stubbornness.

"Go, go around in circles."

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Especially a team of fast legged cavalry.

I ran it further around the fierce battle section on the left.

It is a hand that makes the other party's main line look like it is going to follow from behind.

It's really still far to go when it comes to rapidly attacking the opponent's main force, but it's enough to draw attention.

"Roll up the dust. Make your body look as big as you can, opaque. Attract attention with great disturbance."

A large group of Remusee cavalry circled in from the left, stomping roughly on horseshoes as they scraped the ground with a pattern of spears, winding up the dust that covered the line.

- Look.

Harsim looks at the state of it, while at the same time taking a broad view of the entire Mooseg army.

Without blinking, I just waited.

I waited as long as I could.

Attract their gaze as much as you can, and then all at once...

Stab the 'sword' to the right of your destiny.

I was already an inch ahead of you by then.

Harsim's brain simultaneously processed the information in his sight, and finally...

- Right here.

Harsim sent a 'signal' with his right arm beside him with one glance open.

At the same time,

Erma's sword emperor, Lemuse's fastest cavalry, ran as he circled the fierce battle section on the right.

It was also an arrow to reward Mooseg.

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- Bear with me.

After sending out Elma, Harsim immediately flew his gaze to the battle situation on the left.

If Elma dives well into the other pocket and stabs that demon sword in the Commander's neck, he can probably crumble his opponent's command.

But at the same time, the question arises as to whether the war situation on the left will last until then.

It was also true that the Mooseg army gained momentum only for what I dared to lower.

And, in the meantime, it was in his sight that Merea sewed (not) through the central battlefield at an approximate speed while putting the white thunder together, and stormed straight to exert pressure on the left.

It seems that Melea senses the flow of the battlefield, needless to say, in Melea.

Without stopping for a second, Harsim also held the sword pattern strong again, fearful of Merea's health, which even kept her running on the battlefield.

If I had to, I would need to get out front myself.

I have given instructions for the moment, and there are verses where the cavalry are gradually getting used to this way of fighting.

In this situation, if you need more hands than your head,

- I'm not as good at white soldier warfare as Celias and Mulan.

Still, you'll get out.

Harsim looked forward as he pondered an excuse to push through Aisha's suppression with just a few spare born brains.

The - it was the next moment.

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"Ah... no!" Coming "!

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The girl Elma had unloaded here, the "Heavenly Demon" Eyes of the Silver Eye, was raising her voice as she embraced its luxurious body to shrink into fear.

Harsim tried to ask back, but the words didn't come out.

I didn't have to bother to ask him back.

- Gaze.

What Harsim felt right after was a gaze from behind him as if he could see everything through to the bottom of his belly.

My spine is zoomed out. The chills ran.

I don't know whose gaze it is.

But really...

- They're watching.

And Harsim felt a strange force hanging on his body.

It's as if the body, not the consciousness, is ordering itself to 'turn around quickly'.

Or it also seemed like a divine revelation.

Harsim turned backwards from the horse at a sudden speed to fly the gaze of observation further behind the Mooseg army.

It was Mooseg's flag bearer cavalry that he had seen before the war. In the central rear, under the task of having to continue to raise the prestige of the state, whatever the circumstances, I still fly the black Mooseg crest flag.

But not them.

Harsim gazes further and flies his gaze further behind such a flag bearer.

Then, the next moment.

From behind the glistened crest flag...

I saw something big.

But soon the flag will be shaken by the wind to cover something up again.

Harsim forgot to blink.

The next time the flag hung, he gazed at it to see the full extent of it.

Shortly afterwards, a second flicker came.

"- Grounddragon (Railnote)"

I saw the red scale, the 'Ground Dragon'.

And on its back...