Makai Hongi

With the magic that flew from the enemy formation, the heads of the fellows who were in front blew away.

He was the one who interrupted me before the march.

There's blood and brains on my face.

Plug your face with your left hand, raw warm slap it to the ground.

(Foreword mother, your son is now on the battlefield of the demonic world)

As the explosion struck his ear, he heard a cheerful voice from behind saying, "Hang on, move on, move on".

There's a guy on his left who's waving up a stick with a voice about "uh-oh".

I alternately moved my legs mechanically across the body of the guy with his leg blown off and groaning.

This is the battlefield of the demonic world.

If you don't want your body blown away by the magic of flying high in the sky, you just have to move on.

"Move on! Move on!"

All you can hear is one stupid word of remembrance.

Magic has been targeting us since earlier.

So you're right to move on.

If I stop my legs, that's where my life ends...... no, are you a ghost raw?

As long as the magic creeps, the enemy's position, built of stones and trees, is right in front of you.

That's the same thing we don't have that's an Auga.

Shake up the stick and destroy it after the march.

"... but I don't know"

The lead group that made the assault was disturbed. See you later.

From the gap between the giants of the Auga tribe, the figure of the Reis tribe was seen chilling.

The enemy placed a group of Reyes in front of the position, waiting for us.

Those translucent guys, if they don't move, are pretty hard to spot.

If I lay still on the ground, I'd hardly notice it on the battlefield.

"Proceed! Move on. Eh!"

I snuck out of breath listening to an order that would be several times today.

(You're still losing today anyway)

A group of Orcs emerged from enemy positions in an attempt to stifle the confused Auga tribe.

It's not like there was a line anymore. "Marching? What's that?"

Once you get confused, you can't clean it up.

The battle ended at sunset, and we retreated.

I couldn't drop the enemy position today either. I mean, I haven't gotten that far!

My name is Goran. It's a ghost orgasm.

I've been here for three days - coming to the hills of sight.

He is fighting as a general soldier under the command of the Gudden Squad Commander.

There is no magical brain muscle for the Auga in the magic world. It's just a consumable.

Because he has only physical strength, he is destined to be used as an assault personnel on the battlefield.

I joined the war this time because I was too dead on the front line to count enough.

There was a reconvening in my village, and a bowl came around for me, too, who was a three man.

Anyway, my two brothers are already flesh pieces.

I might have stepped on it on my way to march today.

There is no custom in the Auga tribe for their oldest son to inherit the house.

Every house goes to the battlefield in turn from those who have reached the age at which they can fight.

Sixty people have been re-conscripted from three villages this time, but in just three days more than ten people have died.

So is the guy who got his head plucked in front of me today.

I didn't even have time to remember the name.

When I was in line, he broke in before.

I didn't care about the order in which they lined up separately, so I left it there, but if he hadn't interrupted me then, it would have been me who got blown off my head.

Anyway, the Auga warriors are brain muscles. I'm not saying it twice, but it is, so I can't help it.

Besides, there is no gentle system for training people not to die on the battlefield.

They don't even pay for weapons and protective equipment, so all the gear is falling apart.

Everyone's favorite object - an iron stick, or a tree stick is the lord, but with it we storm the enemy formation.

Some of them run with big rocks in their hands.

My hands are blocked overhead, so I usually feed on the Oak spears.

In my case, I have no weapons, no protective equipment, so I'm wrapping the wire that was falling around my arm.

There was a destroyed horse fence nearby, so it would be the wire used for it.

Better than not, what a shield.

Anyway, I survived today. No, I survived.

"Goran, tired"

It was Edbus, who has been a comrade of war for three days now, who has spoken with a well-done face.

I'm from the same village.

"You're not tired! You're a loser, what a clear face!

Edbas looks at my words wondering why I'm angry.

"Tomorrow I'll win."

"Not good! I'm gonna lose tomorrow!

"Then you can win the day after tomorrow."

"... Huh."

This is why the Auga are called brain muscles.

Even if they are handy pawns that can be crushed, they will not complain.

It makes me feel completely pitiful.

"Hey, Goran... where are you going?

Guy from the same village talked to me again. The name is only Remobo.

"I can't stand it any longer, so I'm going to the Captain of the Gooden Squad."

"Hey, Goran, what's that?

"Could it be down there?

Both Edbas and Remobo get tinted.

I said, "Yes, I am!" He yelled back, "Hiccup," he heard cheerful from behind.

Don't be happy, you guys.

There are no strict codes (rules) in the demonic world.

All there is is is the simple thing that a strong man rules a weak man.

The weak man challenges the strong man to fight and tries to take his seat.

Stronger guys challenge stronger guys.

Such a sequence within the demonic realm, that is, a battle that determines the relationship between up and down, is called down.

"Golan's going down!

"Out of the way, clear the way. It's a beginnings on the bottom."

Residents of the demonic world like to go down without exception. You can say you love it.

I'm sorry, I just lied. I don't like it.

It's good to do more and more of that stuff where I don't know.

If you don't get me involved, I won't say anything.

"Here they come -! It's Captain Gooden."

You're early. I already told my superior officer.

From the other side I heard a laugh of "wahaha".

"You're the downtrodden challenger. haha."

"It's Golan. If I leave you with the Force Leader, there will be a dead man in vain. Therefore, I will apply for a lower jacket."

"Let's be good. Squad Leader Gouden, I've got this battle!

"Done!

"Down comes the top!

"Yikes!

It thrived like the surroundings exploded.

(Foreword, Mother, I've been reincarnated into an orga, and I'm about to challenge a strong man to battle)