Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

The night sky is covered in thick clouds, and the brilliance of the stars never falls to earth.

I wouldn't even have seen a large stone falling to the ground if it were normal.

But the watchtower of the Levelling Royal Army - where Baal stood - looked behind the main formation. There are massive bonfires burning beneath your eyes, so bright that you can see beneath your feet.

There were many soldiers placed there, their eyes glorifying the creepy light by the flames. Only one thing is the outfit that looks out for the darkness that cannot reach the light and awaits the arrival of the enemy now or now.

"Well, I think it's about time..."

"Are you sure they're coming? I don't think they're gonna set you up when you're on guard like this."

Next to Baal - said the man in the hood. Although it is not possible to see the expression, only a limited number of people can weave its fine silk.

"Prince Flaus is worrying. The enemy will definitely come. Look, you should see it."

Baal pointed to a place.

The gaze of the man in the hood, known as King Fraus Prince, is pointed at you.

Some of the soldiers were seen bickering before the blue eye looked down.

"Well, there may be enemy night raids coming, but what a tranquil air. Besides, they're not the only ones... there are a lot of other people who are less alert."

If Prince Fraus says so, Baal only laughs unexpectedly and pleasantly.

"Dear Left, this is their measure. The purpose must have been to make this soldier just exhaust, abandon vigilance, and be alert by smelling night raids many times. And tonight is the gathering."

The opponent has struck many measures in this battle.

The first is the provocation made on the first day.

Repeated looting, the Demon clan, who was proud of his strength, led the way and lost many soldiers. You can tell the other guy did this to you. It was also effective in stirring up our vigilance.

The second hand was to rush this one.

Restoring the gates of the fort will hasten this one. I guess I was going to flip there, intercept it and defeat it, but Baal couldn't possibly fall into a discerning trap and ended up failing.

The third is to exhaust and alarm this one.

We're going to make a night raid. and make this one look very vigilant and exhausting.

By repeating it over and over again, I have relieved this guard.

If we count other wasteful measures that are not enough for small and medium-sized people to take, would eight be exceeded?

If you summed it all up - you could have lowered the morale of the Levelling Royal Army, so I'd say you succeeded first.

And the last measure remains. This is what's going to happen.

They should be launching a nightmare raid to make it look good first.

"The opponent will come from the front with a flashy sound."

"Hmm... what's the meaning of this?

When Prince Flaus inquired, the sound of a horseshoe burst from the front.

Enemy attack! and the voices of soldiers stuffed with cut wings can be delivered to the watchtower.

However, when Baal quietly shaped his grin, he instructed him to release a pre-prepared transmission unit everywhere.

"It's an invitation. It's a clear trap. You don't need to be danced."

"So you're saying this sound doesn't have to bother you?

"No, this is also considered in mind again. The next thing you know, it's a fabric stone to live."

And the next hand is to use this sound as a signal to attack backwards.

These are probably prisoners of the Jucker army - that is, sooner or later, they will be executed in accordance with the laws of the Grand Empire of Grants. There is no room for sympathy if we look at the ruthless actions they have taken in the North. The opponent will not hesitate to use it as a token.

"…… enemy shadows from the rear!

"Look, you did what I said, didn't you?

"That's amazing...... Can you read the opponent's movements so far?"

And thanks to the massive bonfires that were burning, it was easy to discover enemy shadows.

"Let go of the arrow! And don't get on with the opponent's measures. If you deal with it calmly, there's no problem!

Arrows are released from archers as directed by Baal. That hits one after the other, but some of the horses seemed to have escaped the rain of arrows, and those didn't come true to break in by crashing into the horse fence. Baal immediately sends some troops to check on the rider's identity.

In the meantime, Baal went down from the watchtower with Prince Fraus.

"Next comes a powerful attack from the front"

"I mean, make it think forward, backward, even that's false - does that mean that fate is frontal from the beginning?

To the words of Prince Flaus, Baal deepened his grin with skill.

"Dear Left, if security strikes a tight rear, it's a lower measure. Even those who do not know the law of war cannot strike such a bad blow."

"That's something even kids can understand. What I can't figure out is why they did it."

"I guess you wanted to disperse the power a little bit. But if you read what they think, it's easy."

A decree rushes over to the Baals who rode it.

"Dear Baal, I checked the bodies of the enemies that appeared in the rear, and they were from the Jucker squad. Not only was he tied to his body with a rope, but he was bracketed by a horse to keep him from moving."

"Ugh, you don't seem to have the range of expectations. Okay, blow the horn as planned! They're coming at us from the front. We're gonna smash the enemy!

If I told the transmission that, the horn was blown from the area in no time.

At the same time, the anger coming from the front begins to rage. A full-scale battle must have begun. After all, the main fate was avant-garde, Baal decided so and tried to give orders to move on to the next action.

"Come on, slaughter it. There's no one left to lose their neck.

The dialogue was interrupted. At the same time, Baal's face is illuminated brightly.

For some reason - a number of firehands erupted into heaven from all around us.

At the same time, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" - the sound of impatience seeping from somewhere.

"The broken castle hammer seems to be burning!

Baal shouted as he glanced at the panicking side and sank the rising soldiers.

"Don't move! This is also an enemy ploy to disperse power! We don't need siege weapons anymore! Keep the fire, don't get lost and head to the front line!

Ready to go - I'm trying to confuse this one and disperse a little more power.

Perhaps it was the work of the operative who lurked with this upset gap when he smelled the first night raid. Brilliant, to say the least, but only a bad scratch.

I've already decided to win or lose. Baal had an unwavering victory in his hands.

"I would have lived a little longer if I had caged a castle and done a small trick."

Prince Flaus opened his mouth in a grumpy manner to Baal, who gave him a frightened look.

"You still don't seem to have my turn here. When will we be able to test this power?"

"We're not fighting yet. You don't have to be sorry."

Shouldered Baal kicks his horse's belly and begins to move forward.

When he joined the rear units on the front line, a heavy offensive appeared to be mounting as the enemy was attempting a forceful central breakthrough. But thanks to our readiness for the night raid, more importantly, it is easy to push the Grants back if this one is also advantageous due to the difference in the number of soldiers.

There seems to be no disturbance in the chain of command, and there seems to be collaboration with each unit, and the Leveling Army was bravely and courageously slaughtered by the enemy.

Pushed by the momentum, the Grants retreat.

"Damn, I would have wanted anything to succeed, but that's it... I'll keep crushing you"

Soon the enemy front will collapse. All we have to do is ensure that we slaughter the enemy soldiers who flee.

"Notify all troops. Crush the enemy!

If you give an order to the side you refrain from on the side, the drums and horns will sound flashy.

The neighbor, Prince Flaus, had his eyes on the front line, which reeked of death to his satisfaction.

"This is the end of it…" It doesn't seem to have been a big deal with the descendants of the military gods. "

"No matter how many descendants, descendants of people with short life spans. The blood is extremely thin."

Clapped out, and said so, Prince Flaus clapped his shoulders and opened his mouth.

"Fair enough..." If you defeat the descendants of the military gods, you can let the world know about the resurrection of the demons "

"Yes -"

Baal's body was blown forward as he opened his mouth to reply.

Baal couldn't react to the sudden events, and when he got up unable to understand the situation, a cry was echoing from all sides.

"What the heck - huh!?"

Baal lost his sense of equilibrium after shouting, kneeling one knee, and if he turned his gaze down, the arrow was piercing his flank from his back.

"Where does this come from……………"

Confusion more than pain accounted for Baal's expression as he passed on his arrow butt and his blood sucked into the ground. Prince Flaus rushes over to him like that with a surprised look.

"Sir Bitenia, are you all right!?"

"Yeah, to this extent, it's no different than a scratch. I just wanted to say that I don't need to check the situation."

If you noticed, the soldiers around you were similarly wounded by arrows. Are some of them dead or not moving with Pickle?

Baal stood up when he bit his teeth, turning his arm around his back and pulling through the stabbing arrow.

Then I slowly look back at my failures.

"Ha-ha-ha, I see...... fate is backwards!

A large number of horseback rides were coming in from the rear. There is no way for soldiers in the rear to stop the turbulent momentum.

Many horse fences have become useless at the beginning. From that broken spot, enemy soldiers were entering the main unit. And there are massive bonfires in enemy hands and the curtain hall is burning.

Running infantry was crushed by enemy horseback riding.

"…… I didn't know you were going to choose the next step."

"Dear Baal! The enemy has just launched an attack from behind."

Even though the decree rushes over with a look that seeps into a sense of impatience,

"Huh!?"

Pierced by a Grants Cavalry spear coming from the rear, he disappeared from Baal's sight when he bounced off the ground many times. At the same time, the tone of the sword trident can be played from left to right with the screaming of the allies.

"Horizontal strike here…… brilliant"

Completion of the siege. This one's just a soldier concentrated on the front like he was floating in heat, and he won't be able to afford to deal with attacks from all sides.

Enemy horseback riding arrives in Baal, which looks like a bystander at the battlefield that has become a snort cry.

"Well, that's a trick."

Baal released three arrows in succession when he held the demon bow (failnote).

It succeeds in killing an enemy soldier precisely by piercing his throat.

"... it looks like you're here."

Baal grabbed the shoulder of King Fraus Prince, who was upset.

"You think it's time? In this situation!

"Dear Left, we can't turn the war upside down, but let's get out of here."

Baal tells Prince Fraus as he slaughters his impending enemies lightly.

"Now think about surviving and returning to the king's capital. Once again, gather your troops and consolidate your defenses."

Drop 20,000 soldiers here and return to your country.

That way we can gather soldiers while the Grants are sweeping through the defeated soldiers.

"The backlash of the Grants Great Empire is about to begin. Leveling space will blow like a storm."

To Baal, who said somewhere else like HR, King Fraus dyed his face red and inflated his anger.

"You……. I thought you said you could win!

"Calm down. Now think about getting out of here as soon as possible."

Reacting to Baal's words, King Fraus roared with regret as he slashed and abandoned the enemy soldiers around him to explode his anger.

"The main unit is leaving now!

"That's fine."

The two attracted horses. Stay here any longer and you won't be able to sharpen your enemy's momentum.

Losing 20,000 soldiers is painful, but it still doesn't change the plan. It's going as you wish.

"Let's leave the rest to Gallius."

At that time - the sound sounded.

Very, very, very small sound.

But it emitted a sticky tone everywhere without leaving my ear.

It's as if you draw into the everlasting darkness, creepy, bruised laugh-,

"Heh... sounds like an interesting story. I was wondering if you could mix it up with me.

There are no ups and downs in that voice, yet there was a weight that penetrated deeply everywhere.

When Baal and Prince Fraus stood on their feet, they turned their gaze in the direction of their voices.

"I'll give you one piece of advice."

Surrounded by many corpses, a boy stood with an eyelid covering half his face.

"Don't even think about running."

The soft face flips and tightens sharply.

"You're going to die here. So I hope you look happier."

The boy clenched the silver sword gently,

- Because it feeds me.

I smiled furiously.