The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Yuri, it's okay over there! You can do it on time!

Myalo, who came running on a cakedri, said so when he arrived.

View the clock.

The clock timed with Lyao this morning was referring to a minute before the meeting time.

"How about the bridge!

"I'm done crossing!

"Okay! You cross the bridge first!

"Yes - well, you're safe!

When Myalo said so, he ran towards the bridge.

"Spread the rest of Saring!!

When I screamed, some of them put their hands in their lumbar bags, grabbed Saring and threw them over the heads of their impending enemies.

I used the chicken because of the small number, but it's the last one.

The front of Lyao's charge is downhill toward the enemy, so he can also do flashy things like stick a burnt luggage car in, but this one has no gradient, so there's limited to what he can do.

This one is an overwhelming disadvantage, so if it hits properly, it instantly loses power so that children and adults can compare forces.

If you throw Saring, there will be random foot injuries in the enemy line, so they will be an obstacle, so to speak, and the momentum will be dull.

"All right, we're going back to the final line!! Back off, back off!!

Shout out loud with your hands.

At the same time, I ran out myself.

My leg hurts.

It is a burn sustained when momentum sniped at the enemy general.

The skin on the back of my foot hurts to burn every step I take.

The enemy is also chasing after us with defeat.

At the end of his eyes and nose was a white line that was placed to stand out.

After I looked behind me and made sure there was no follow-up that was badly behind me,

"Cut it down!!

I shouted out loud.

When I look at the wood dust I was standing by a little behind the woods, I look confused.

Relax about what.

For a moment, the intent to kill boiled.

"Fine, cut it down!!!

Saying that again, the wooddust shook up the axe and slammed it into an already large cut in tree.

It didn't seem to fall at once, and the axe was struck down twice, three times.

Everyone stranded the line. Then, after plenty of three seconds or so, the tree fell as Giggy...... and the fiber sounded a thousand cuts.

At that time the enemy was looming in front of him, but the people in the front row noticed the falling tree and stepped on Tatara as they looked up and stopped.

It hurts that I couldn't squash it, but it helps that I don't have any enemies left over here and I don't need to respond.

"All right, we're going to cross the bridge like this -! Those who are wounded, throw away all their luggage and run!!

Running out looking behind me, I saw a fallen tree lying on the road with a crown of branches, Zun...

Upon reaching the bridge, Lyao's squad, who apparently had cut down trees of equal distance at about the same time, had just arrived.

Lyao's squad is also, like this one, worn out.

"Lyao."

Lord Yuri.

He looks just tired, breathing on his shoulders.

When the eyes and eyes met, they felt something that made sense to each other.

"You guys, move on!

When I say,

"Obey Lord Yuri! Cross from what you can cross!

And Lyao also skipped the instructions.

The gesture begins to cross.

On the bridge, as much as the refugee tail remained, most of it crossed the other side.

The other side seems to be largely packed, so I'll just end up crossing it so I can get through, which doesn't mean I'm going to cross it in time.

Measuring this timing was Myalo's role, but there really is no shortage.

It was a good time to say it was the best and we could get there at the same time.

"I'm sorry. Looks like we're gonna be fighting after all."

When I said that, Lyao looked out of his mind.

"I don't mind fighting like this. I just didn't want to die."

Well, you do.

The battle for jade crushing death premise is different from the normal retreat battle.

"Hopefully, I didn't have to fight it either. Well, you couldn't."

There are dead people out there on my side, and one or two victims won't work in Lyao either.

The soldiers, fortunate enough to survive, are desperately crossing the bridge.

Not a single person wants to die.

Especially if it's on the verge of escape from the dead.

"You look a lot angrier, too."

And Lyao said.

Neither Lyao nor this one, not a minute of the time you're making.

Even if we know we've been fitted, no, that's why the enemy is coming to us with blood eyes.

Even though it's still a little far away, it's a good enough visual distance.

I can also see the soldiers attacking up from the climb where Lyao has climbed.

One tree after the other, the tree had already hidden behind the lead, and only the branches above could be seen.

"You too. You must have teased me a long time."

"Sort of."

Huh, and naturally a grin arose.

A freak springs up.

The enemy, death, is approaching as a wall, but it's not so terrible.

Is that because I have the feeling that I'm in control of them, even in some adversity?

"Well, what's he doing?"

"You must be grinding"

Earlier I saw Dora crouching on the side of the road and grinding her spear so hard.

It is a rough grinding wheel to see and is grinding with momentum that is likely to gush and smoke as it sprinkles water from the water bottle.

Anyway, I just need a blade. Feels like it.

The appearance was unusual.

If you have received the sword many times, and the helmet on the side is also scratched, for some reason, the clamshell that is woven in double (lid) is also chopped like a borough cloth.

It was wrapped around a cloth like a bowl roll so that it could be worn around the brow, and this was stained bright red.

He's probably got a head wound, and he's wrapped his blood around it to keep it out of his eyes.

How much have you fought for?

"Dora, are you happy?

When I spoke that way, Dolla speared the water from the water bottle into the finish, dropped the grinding dung, and when she stood up, she drank the rest of the water bottle.

Throw away the grinding wheel and water bottle at the end of the road.

The grinding wheel is so valuable that it cannot be thrown away lightly if it is also a fine finishing grind, but the rough grind is just sandstone that it is fine to throw away.

"I was resting for that"

Dolla said.

As he approached the spear with one hand, he had a unique odor mixed with a dry, dark body odor of sweat and a bloody odor.

I just didn't see it a little bit, but the pressure is different.

You mean people have changed?

Is it because you have experienced the battlefield, even if?

"Can you ask?"

"Ooh."

"When the cannon comes out, stop by the column. I'll do something."

I put up the cannon I had and showed it to him.

This is what the first enemy scouts had, worse stuff than what I imported from the Albio Republic, but shorter barrels and better rounds than that.

"All right, then, let's go"

"Oh."

Lyao started walking.

Try to follow me too and put my foot on the bridge.

The enemy is almost there, but this soldier has not crossed the bridge.

After all, the other side seems to be grabbing it.

When I got to the middle of the bridge, I put my back on the trunk and started preparing artillery.

I only have two more lead balls.

"Eight people from behind, ready to go!!

It happened that Lyao's soldier was at the rear of the line, so Lyao gave instructions.

"You too, Garney!! Keep the spear up!!

Skip directions to soldiers I don't know.

Me and Dora are left behind, so I don't mind spears, I guess I'll keep them up.

It would be tough if I stabbed you.

"Come on!!

I heard Dora's tear "Due to Want" shout.

The enemy has caught up.

When I looked up at you, in front of the eyes of a group of enemies, Dora stabbed and stood in heaven as she took charge of the spear.

The bridge is wrapped in a hustle and bustle, mixed with the anger of enemy allies.

A voice that sounded vivid, even among them, would have been enough to intimidate the enemy.

but where the front row was frightened without fear, there was momentum from behind.

When it never even stopped, the enemy pushed over.

The moment I was in time, I said, "Olaah!" Dolla's spear swung down with tremendous momentum, along with the honking.

The spear, forged by training and rolled out of the giant body that remembered the moves, crushes without bitterness the shield raised by the knight.

The tip of the shaped ear that penetrated from his shoulder cracked the torso of the enemy with each claw so that it could tear even with a thin rope net.

Dolla moved unceasingly after seeing enough slaughter to wonder if she had been cut open in two.

He stood back to crawl as he spun on the spot, gaining momentum and taking small steps.

A spear ran, as a quick breeze stroked his feet.

With the ease of breaking even bamboo, four legs fly over the bridge.

Dolla shook her legs wide and when she was in position to dance, she kicked the cobblestone and made the distance.

Extraordinary.

He was an artist who could do it because he was Dora's privileged physique, and I couldn't stand around.

For a moment, feelings similar to admiration come to my chest.

but there was no such thing as a narrative emotion on the battlefield, and the bridge was not a single altar for one hero.

The enemy pushes without stopping.

A knight with his legs slashed is rubbed and flowing behind him, or trampled over with his head covered, and the flow of enemies does not lag much.

I looked behind.

The line still leaves about a quarter of the bridge.

Dolla is at about the middle of the point, and she's down in a jittery.

Oh, shit.

Last flame bottle, should I have taken it?

"Come on! Could you back off faster!

Lyao shouted.

Dolla is retreating but rolling out spears and slaughtering enemies, but the pressure of the group is hard to come by.

It wasn't long before we took one step back, two steps back, and that was ten steps and approached the rear end of the line.

I took off my feather-woven clothes and threw them outside the columns, in other words, into the river.

"Whoa! We haven't crossed yet!

Lyao says in a hurried voice.

"It's all right! It won't all collapse!

Probably.

Following my signal, two archers emerged from the upstream woods, transferring the pine flame they had to the arrow and shooting it off.

A fire arrow pulls its tail and releases it to the center of the bridge, to the leg of the bridge.

I stepped out of the trunk and saw the fundamentals of the bridge leg.

Placed on the other side of the burnt bridge is a pile of dead branches with plenty of burning dead leaves.

When one of the fire arrows went in there, it set aside for a moment and burned up well.

"Put that fire out!

The voice was heard from the enemy.

It's Kra.

It was more of a scream than a familiar woman's voice......

Of the shouts emitted by the men, only slightly audible, but a heterogeneous voice that passes well, oddly lingered in his ear.

The woman seems to be standing on the other side of the bridge and shouting hard.

"Whatever water in the water bottle, water the fire!!

What a guy to say.

I mean, you noticed the fire a lot.

Well, but you can't.

The fire is burning at the root of the bridge leg.

From the top of the bridge, there are many.

I just sprinkled the water from the water bottle, and it scatters while it falls, and it just blisters.

"Dora! Don't get involved!!

That's when I screamed.

Bomb, at the same time as there was a creeping explosion, I trembled like the bridge made a big (...) kick (...).

Collapse well or nervousness runs for a moment.

I crumbled all the fundamentals of the bridge leg into a masonry and stuffed it with gunpowder.

At that time, a wedge (wedge) was also placed so that the roundstone was divided by an explosion.

A stone arch bridge requires a wheel stone to shape the arch.

The neat, ring-shaped stones make a semi-circle in the form of leanings from top to bottom, supporting the weights of tons and dozens of tons of stone blocks piled on the arch.

Not only is it supported, but its weight prevents the wheel stones from moving sideways by pushing each other against the cucumber, creating a strong friction resistance on the contact surface.

Break it down there, and what will happen?

The bridge is loose (...).

The bridge began to lose its shape with its own weight, with gaps in the cobblestones that did not move while being laid down and eliminating the mechanical margin.

"Hey, Dora!

Dora didn't hear me, put up a spear on a swinging bridge and didn't pull a step.

No, no, pull it.

Let's pull over there.

Is this a weird tension?

A valedictorian at Okinawa Heiquan.

"You can't hear me!

I put my foot over the bridge and grabbed Dolla's waistband and pulled it out of my mind.

"Whoa."

Dora made a weird voice.

"You're gonna die!

I remembered the feeling of flutter and terrible nostalgia after rolling the dolla that stepped on the buckwheat like throwing heavy baggage.

It's like when the elevator goes down, or when the plane goes down, that feeling.

Wow, it's crumbling.

I kicked the collapsing cobblestone, but instead of the hard ground, I only felt kicked something that would probably move against it.

Still, my body moved a little, and I reached out my right hand.

Someone grabbed my hand as I fell down to my lower back.

Grabbing some hand back, I put my foot on the wall of a stone's throw from a broken bridge.

Relying on his gripping hand, he stepped up the wall as he stepped up and climbed the bridge with one foot.

Stand up again, pulled by powerful hands.

"Are you okay?"

It was Lyao who was taking my hand.

"Oh, thank God"

It was dangerous.

With the excitement and the fear I had done by now, my body trembled.

Dumbly enough, there are still artillery guns left.

I should have thrown it away, but I kept it.

Well, if it helped, okay.

I looked back.

The bridge had vanished.

Looking down, the rubble is washed in the river with a slight rise of fine sand smoke.

Some enemy soldiers mount on debris that has reached the river level, but like the shoreline on the day of time, cold water is pounding on them.

Now, it will be flushed quickly.

Surprisingly, there was momentum when it collapsed, and there was no one left on the island in the middle.

Enemy soldiers, who were so full of bridges, seemed to have become algae chips, mostly of rivers without the sea.

There's no way to get through here from the other side.

And I was no longer in my country.

"Is it over...?"

I accidentally spoke, and the words were out.

Since leaving Siyarta, the challenges that have been softening the spirit and rubbing the mind for so long have now come to an end.

I had that feeling.

Though war is over until I get home, I guess I can think of it as over.

"Oh, you won"

Lyao said.

I won.

It resonated in my ear, as if it were the first concept I'd ever heard.

Sure it is.

Right, did you win?