Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I was taking a sweet look at the situation.

That's already sweeter than chocolate.

Only black can be a god and an enemy.

Even in that black, he stomped on how he could do anything if he avoided direct confrontation.

Actually, you're right, and while Black is so far on guard about me, he doesn't recognize me as an enemy.

There is a difference in the beginning between me and me, who perceive myself as potentially an enemy and move from the beginning.

The time it takes to create the surrounding situation to fill the difference in strength is effective.

Even in the event of a direct collision, a winning arithmetic is applied at that time.

That is why my enemies no longer exist in this world.

That's what I thought.

It was sweet.

That's already sweeter than soft cream.

Be God, but not omnipotent.

It's just a little strong.

That proves the existence of black, which could not do anything about this world.

That, I should have thought a little deeper.

I don't care if you think about it, it might not have helped.

Still, I regretted it.

I should have known.

Something called a man's malice.

How nasty the humans in this world are.

He says it's people's emotions about how cruel they can be, not about simple strength or something.

I should have known, but I took it lightly.

It was sweet.

That's already sweeter than eating straight sugar.

A Fourth Army led by Chimpilla assaulted the Seventh Army.

The Seventh Army, who thought it was the side of the plot, would, on the contrary, be ambushed by themselves, responding as they stood.

As a result, it allowed a light breakthrough of the defensive walls covering the city without being able to build much of a defensive net.

At this point, the majority of the defensive advantage was lost and the battle became a riot on the same mound.

When that happens, the high morale is reflected in the results as it were.

The Fourth Army, well prepared and attacked with the same degree of force, and the Seventh Army, which is attacked and confused the other way if it was ready to attack.

The difference was historical.

Nevertheless, that was just the beginning, and by the time it plugged into the middle, the Seventh Army had also rebuilt itself.

Can I even call him a boulder pro warrior?

Well, still, there's a huge loss of soy, so no matter how much you rebuild, they're going to be hunted down.

The Fourth Army has also not done anything to attack Muli once and for all, switching to battle while carefully avoiding wear and tear.

If the Seventh Army had rebuilt it but continued the offensive it left to momentum, it could have suffered a painful loss of hands.

The commander is holding the heat in the scene and letting the instructions go properly.

Chimps, do it.

I saw the outcome of this battle.

The rest will change depending on what the Legion Leader Workkis of the Seventh Army does.

The Seventh Army will be wiped out if there is total resistance.

If you surrender, it ends at that point.

Either way, there is no life for Workis, the mastermind, but you'd better surrender in the sense of helping the soldiers.

The problem is, a masked man.

As far as the split searched, there's no sign of that man on this battlefield.

Did you detect the danger and get away with it as soon as possible?

The prediction was half hazy, half hazy.

There was a group trying to break through the Fourth Army siege net.

Though small in number, he managed to escape by drilling a hole in the siege with skillful magic.

The hallmark of that group is that they all hide their heads with hoods and such.

Definitely a bunch of elves.

I make that decision and let the split go there.

You can leave it to the Fourth Army, but I'd like to hold on to one or so of mine if possible.

Let's isolate ourselves in different spaces so they won't be noticed in the turmoil.

When I approached him thinking so, I found the person.

I found it.

It was a little kid, strange to be on the battlefield.

Even smaller than the brave one when it was.

Smaller than the current bloodsucker.

Such a small child was desperately fighting in the battlefield.

Strangely enough, the elves seemed to be fighting around that child.

The skill of a child is high in its appearance.

But some adults have higher abilities than that in the elves around them.

Still, the center was that kid.

Cover the kid, he's fighting.

I heard voices.

"Don't give up! Now you run!

"Ha!"

From my eyes, clearly, there is no chance that they can break through the siege.

As far as each person's abilities are concerned, it is impossible to break through this scene unless it is also a hidden ball.

They must have noticed that too.

Yet, with a glimmer of hope, we are trying to make a breakthrough.

I don't feel the will to surrender.

I'm going into a dead place myself.

Fall down with one person, again, as if to prove it.

"Quinun!"

"Oka, go!

"But!"

"Go! I can't do this anymore"

"No!"

"You're saving the students! Don't stop here! Go!"

A seriously wounded man squeezes and pierces his last force.

It is also lightly pierced by the blade of the interception and desperate.

No amount of readiness, no belief, can be accomplished without power.

They are elves.

But I'm sure they're not.

It's not like the people I was after.

I don't know anything, I'm just trying to pierce the justice I believe in, Dodo.

The demon king called them bokehs, the ones they despised.

But I don't care about that.

"Oka," "Student," I said.

I knew immediately what the word meant.

Because the child at the heart of the elf, his soul, was a heterogeneous one incomparable to other elves.

The feeling of that soul resembles a bloodsucker.

What they mean is one thing.

I use space magic to evacuate a bunch of elves.

Then, I'll retrieve the body as well.

The remaining Fourth Army voices confusion that the opponent has suddenly disappeared.

The elves who threw them in the right place are also in love without understanding their current situation.

But you understand that I was helpful, I cheer.

Take a breath.

But the next moment, an uncontrollable rage boils down.

Damn it!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Oh, okay.

All right, enemy thoughts.

The enemy didn't care if this coup succeeded or failed.

Just as long as you can do one experiment.

What will it do when the Demon King's Army discovers the Reborn?

To see how it reacts.

If there was surveillance, you know the Demon King is protecting the bloodsucker.

The enemy wanted to see what we could do about the reincarnators.

Depending on that, he was going to decide whether to consider it as a hostage to the Demon King or throw it away.

Originally, I guess that bunch was going to hit the Demon King directly.

That way, even if I don't like it, the Demon King has to deal with it.

That was rescheduled by an ambush by the Fourth Army.

If it had stayed that way, those bunch would have been wiped out there without any achievements.

But I helped.

Humiliation.

Why should we send that man, who once held this hand, back under the enemy again?

I could see another soul shard attached to that man's soul like a parasite.

If anything, I can take over that man's soul.

If I had taken that man away like that, the enemy would have executed it without hesitation.

That man had been taken hostage.

I dared to let the enemy know that I helped make that man worthwhile as a hostage.

Now, the enemy shouldn't be able to do this to that guy in a detour either.

Hostages are worth living for.

While it's worth it, the enemy can't get it out with that guy either.

If you do something far-fetched, I will not forgive you.

See how a bunch of people helped.

That guy, he was crying.

I was throwing up, crying.

I don't know what was blown into my enemies.

Anyway, it would be content like a student being abducted by a demon king or something like that.

I came to save it until I stood on such a battlefield.

There, I don't know how prepared or grizzled I was.

I don't know, but from that look of crying, vomiting, and suffering, I can understand that it was a pretty hard journey.

I can't do anything to someone like that.

If you do, the enemy will follow you there.

Become God, I thought there were no more enemies.

It was sweet.

That's already sweeter than the taste of blood spreading in this mouth.

Let's admit it.

Potimus, you are my enemy.

And I'll let you know.

Who has been turned against the enemy?

I won't allow it.

I will never forgive you.

I will kill you in regret and despair.

So, Doctor.

Wait a minute.

I will definitely help.

One day, I'll definitely help.