The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Angelica Sacramenta was at the rear of the Tirrerme Divine Imperial Army, wrapped in a military outfit concealed with a thin cloth from her eyes down.

There are elites around that Ange painstakingly raised.

They are the elites who taught them from scratch, from how to shoot artillery to how to storm.

They were handed out backwards, so they didn't show up inside even when the attack was ordered.

Alfred was afraid that if the suspicious demon pulled its tail after that meeting and left Angelica at the forefront, he would cite the battle merit of breaking through the central front, handing it out to the rear.

Thanks to that, I can stay without a fight.

It was exactly what Ange planned.

"Please position yourself on the front line. I'll give you an extraordinary battle effort," he said, in order to be placed in the rear where you can escape at any time.

From the top of the horse, even though his gaze is difficult to get through, he can get a pretty good idea of the war situation.

I could see Tirrerme's army attacking the carriage walls.

Well thought out.

Normally, a gunman can no longer fire if he is approached by an enemy.

You will use the sword you are equipped with, or a long gun, as a blunt weapon, to fight a white soldier.

But with that carriage, I can shoot even if they get close.

It fires at almost zero distance, so in some cases it would be possible to penetrate the body and assault multiple people with one shot.

I thought I should go into the blind spot and let the number of people say things and flip them over, but even if I fall over, I still won't stop firing, so it can't end.

Even if you ignore it and try to penetrate it, if elite troops are holding back behind you and you leave that kind of fire base behind, the assault will be dull.

In such a situation, they push me right back where I went once.

It was a blockage.

"Dear Ange! It's a decree."

One of my men brought in a man dressed in a missionary dress.

"Process it."

"Ha!"

My men return the salute.

Alfred has been issuing orders to send Ange to the front line in an effort to see if the enemy is strong.

Ange has already killed three preachers.

On the battlefield, it is common, for example, for a missile to die and a directive not to be delivered.

Nevertheless, to kill would be the limit up to three times.

If you kill him four times, he could just be held accountable.

I couldn't show Alfred my weakness.

Ange was praying for Yuri Howe's victory.

Either way, if it doesn't succeed, I'd rather...

Not yet, I think.

If Yuri Howe doesn't win, we have to move forward and fight.

Not yet.

The horseback riding squad hidden in the woods was supposed to go out when they saw fit.

If an ambushed right-wing cavalry appears in the Royal Ciyalta Army, storm it and deal with it.

If you don't show up, go out here and fight.

Right-wing and left-wing are rigid, the center is attacking, and the front is stagnating, repeating itself finely one by one.

The input of either main cavalry would be a turning point in the battle.

Then, enough has passed.

"Dear Ange! Once again, we have a transmission."

He's here.

"Let it pass."

When Ange says, the decree is brought in.

"It is an order from His Majesty Emperor Alfred! His Royal Highness Angelica's team is to move forward immediately and join the front line."

"- Wait."

Ange was troubled.

It was the time of decision.

Ultimately, it's a decision whether to bet on Yuri Howe's win or lose.

If this one wins, this order disregard will be held accountable.

But if you lose, you'll have no yew.

Ange thought and made up her mind for only ten seconds.

That could have been the densest ten seconds of my life to date.

"Slash."

"Become! What is slaughter -"

All without question, a sabel pierced the belly of the decree.

"Grrr..."

A pathetic preaching died and fell to the battlefield.

Was this a good idea?

It was good.

Calmly, I felt clear if I stood at the sight of a third party who was not on anyone's side.

After all, the goddess of victory is on Yuri Howe's side.

The flow is over there, and this one didn't roll out a knife cutting off the bad flow.

At that time, an arrow flew in response to Ange's decision.

Pur -, and I heard a tall noise in the distance.

Epitaph Palazzo, in the army, numbed the ambush cavalry of his enemies, who would never appear, and finally made his decision.

It was an arrow to send out the main cavalry lurking in the woods.

Ange stood up so that she could not stop stretching her legs, floating her ass on the saddle, and see a little farther.

Hold the reins loose with one hand, put up a telescope and look far away, I could see the main cavalry marching out of the woods.

Compete with a small cavalry in time.

And I saw a cavalry, somewhat unnaturally fleeing in a southeasterly direction, being caught and leaving the battlefield.

Oh, was that the kind of operation?

Ange was a sincere falling thought.

Indeed, knights in full body armor have excellent but heavy defenses and run out of horse legs immediately.

That's where I put it.

"Tell them to retreat by the top ten."

Ange said, pompous.

"Fly Ultima's city flag and retreat at the same time. Sicker than any army, leaving this battlefield faster than anyone else. Tell him so."

"Ha! I'll tell you"

Ange's preaching runs.

Even if you are certain of defeat, you will not escape, partly because you cannot wear the stigma of escape in front of the enemy, but also because the reserve is holding back behind you.

Ange's armies - rather than the Tirrerme Divine Imperial Army - were lined with about a thousand papal leaders as reserves.

They were, in a true sense, the Superiority Squad.

Of course, it would also act as a reserve. But there must also be a mission to attack an escaping ally.

It just wasn't made public, but it was also the manifestation of Epitaph Palazzo's obsession to bet on this battlefield.

They must be defeated by Yuri Howe.

"You're here -"

As expected, from Shibjak's boulevard, enemy Grand Cavalry troops suddenly appeared and began to run like fury.

Run through the back of a blunt heavy cavalry like an arrow and leave it behind.

Lord Kweltz-Wellingen is also a stupid imitation.

I shouldn't have distracted you for a moment, but I didn't expect you to chase me in the whole army and open that gap.

One seemingly trivial error of judgment came at too great a price.

The main cavalry rushes through the battlefield at an arrowy speed.

But with the blades that cut off the formation, they may enter the part where Ange is.

At that time, they will have no mercy.

Ange was located slightly on the right wing of the Tirrerme formation, but if the papal reserve did not react quickly, the possibility existed to take a direct hit.

But the papal army reacts brilliantly and starts a rapid movement.

"Heaven is on my side today"

It was a word I didn't even know what I was talking about.

But if we succeed in retreating here and Alfred dies - the Tirrerme god empire will belong to Ange.

No, I'll try.

It was a devilish idea that crossed my mind at this morning's meeting.

"Father..."

Father King Lenitzcht Sacramenta would not be pleased with such a seizure.

But this is the shortest path for Ange, who is neglected by her brother and is not given the opportunity to stand up in battle.

And -, the main cavalry of the Royal Army of Siyalta struck directly behind the Tirrerme Divine Empire.

Cut off a bunch of soldiers so that the cutting-edge pierces and cuts the butter with a hot knife for each Pope's army that rushes to shelter.

"Fly the city flag!

Ange screamed, screaming.

Ange's squad went through the back of the papal territorial reserve put in and into the woods.

By that time, the Crusader main cavalry, which had been lured southeast, had caught up with the enemy main cavalry, which was an ambush.

Scolding a horse who ran out of legs, Kweltz Wellingen tried to get his own faulty ass stuffed, but by the time he arrived, the central battalion had already broken through, and he was in a situation where enemy elite troops were breaking into formation and creeping in.

The battlefield was no longer decisive.

Without seeing any subsequent developments, Ange's squad went into the woods.

He then recovered the food he had hidden after the meeting and began withdrawing away from the main street.

But what we waited for was obstinate pursuit.

"They're breaking through! Squad 1, Squad 3, prepare to fire! Aim for the riders so they don't hit the Spearmen!

Ange, who took direct command, screams.

"Squad one, shoot (te) Ye!

Baba! and the gun was fired simultaneously, and the bullet raised its temper and flew away.

A cavalry who has broken through the center of a spear soldier guarding the road is slaughtered.

The enemy cavalry on the bizarre bird, not even shooting, pushes the body of his companion away and runs in as he steps in.

"Squad 3, shoot" Te "Ye!

Once again the guns were fired simultaneously, and the men fell.

But the cavalry is still coming.

"Spear Squad Five, forward! Bounce in, hurry up!!

Squeeze your sore throat and keep screaming.

You can't die here.

Night, night yet?

Ange expected the sunset forest to be even shady.

At night, that book of darkness is supposed to help us retreat.

"Damn, it's him again!

One of the spear soldiers screams.

Damn, I missed the time again.

There was a cavalry in the enemy that looked like an evil brake, and the man was probably the commander, but he was strong enough to think it was a nightmare.

Wearing a strange side to the lightweight costume, he stood on the bird, and whenever he waved a slender spear, a patter and a soldier were killed.

And you're reading this attack, and you don't show your face when you're simultaneously firing a gun.

Because of him, the spear soldiers, especially those in melee combat, have lost their morale dramatically and have their hips crushed.

"Dear Ange!! It's dangerous, stay back!!

Gustave shouted.

"No! We have to contain it!

"- Excuse me!

Gustave was forced to pull the horse, holding the reins of Ange's straddling horse.

"Gustave, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?

Ange screams as she pulls the horse on her own.

"Not with that spear soldier!! They will take it away!!

"Silly - Ugh!

So Ange's beloved horse wasn't big enough and raised his forefoot high.

Ange, who wasn't holding the reins hard, falls for it.

"Gu - Yikes!

Ange rolled to the ground reflexively taking the passive, raising her face and first seeing a spear pierced her beloved horse's ass.

Apparently, that odd-faced man threw a spear.

And when I stood up, I saw Gustave and the odd-faced man confronted there.

Gustave stands in between to shelter Ange and holds a familiar spear.

I know Gustave is a warring warrior, but can he win?

"Princess! I'll stop here! Please run!

"Stay!

Ange said, Gustave looked like Hatena.

Because it was Shan.

"Huh, can you speak these words?"

A little time after Ange's fall, the spear soldiers had already been overwhelmed by the subsequent cavalry.

The cavalry still has about three pieces left, and the number of gunmen has not decreased.

But they were rigid before desperate power, and Ange's place was at the forefront.

"Please, don't miss me"

Ange said something like that, even though she thought it was futile.

'I can't do that. You missed out on our species that threw up a similar dialogue. "

It was an argument that could not be disproved.

I've only missed the mother and son of the average citizen once, but I've never missed a defeated servicemen.

'There are a few gold coins here. Take this-'

"This is how I look, and I am a grandfather beyond a hundred. I'm not interested in gold. '

Hundred!?

Are you saying you're a hundred-year-old man at this job?

Such an idiot......

No matter how many Shans you speak of, it's impossible.

'This is how we look and are strong soldiers. You won't bother fighting a strong soldier. Are you going to fight each other till we're all gone?'

Ange put up a vanity.

"The samurai can be fulfilled on the battlefield, but be praised."

Ange doubted his language skills rather than his own ears.

"I am a martial artist who has continued to miss the hour of death. A soldier like you might kill me somehow. Please don't surrender. '

A lunatic.

What is "heaven is on my side"?

What a terrible day to be able to keep your eyes on something like this.

"I 'm-I 'm going to be king! You can't die here!

Become king.

Become king.

Once every fifty years, no, if Alfred had an heir, chances would be gone.

This could be our last chance.

"I'm glad it's a negotiated breakdown."

The odd-faced man shook the white blade of the spear and approached Gustave.

Apparently, the spear you threw was what you had as an accessory uniform.

"One hit. Everyone's got to stay out of the way.

The odd-faced man stood up on the saddle and put up a spear.

It is an odd and odd structure, yet it enters the hall.

To Ange, that odd figure looked like a reaper spreading black wings.

"Dear Ange, if you shoot this man, you'll clear the way! Every Gustave with an iron cannon!

"Stupid! Can you do that!

"K-hmm."

Shimmering spears approached Gustave, spears staggered on horseback.

Bassi! and there is a fierce noise and the pattern bumps into each other.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

Gustave barked and was continuously slashed by a strange man.

The blade and blade bump into each other, and the sound of beating the pattern against each other sounds.

Gustave looked like he was crossing with a strange man.

Strange story is, the odd-faced man is a chase battle after he fought scatterly on the battlefield today, while Gustave has not fought particularly just for retreating.

Maybe that was affecting it.

After several rounds of clashes, as Gustave rolled out the poke, the odd-faced man twirled the bird on the spot and avoided it.

Rotating without moving is a difficult walk on a horse, but a long-eared bird made him do it lightly at the foot of a dance.

With the momentum of spinning, a spear is rolled out and hit! The moment I thought, Gustave went into unexpected behavior.

He jumped off the horse, stretched out the spear he poked all over him, and ripped off the legs of the bird on which the strange man was riding.

Ke-!! There's a bird screaming, rambling.

The odd-faced man did not panic and took his foot off the ledge, jumped and landed on the ground.

"Don't you do it"

And calmly restart the spear.

"Ha, ha... Dear Ange! Get out of here!

"I'll do it!

Ange pulled out her sword.

It was a stab sword given by my father, easy to handle by a woman.

"Be an idiot, run away!

"Run here and what's king!" "There's no complaining where I joined one woman!

"Funny."

The odd-faced man waved his spear.

Naturally, he was strong even down on the ground.

Ange uses a spike to intimidate a strange man as he constantly turns to blind spots in support of Gustave.

They don't just have eyes behind them, and I could manage to avoid Ange if it was a restraint to an invisible blind spot.

No matter how skillful they are, if they are centuries-old people, there must be no reason why they can't be killed by two people.

Why are you fighting like this?

"You can't die of old age! I can't face my son who was killed by you in the afterlife!!

'If you want to die, just die!

"Hate, no battlefield will let this old bone die!

The man continued to sift through the spear as he ignored the attack between the two men.

Ange shows so much concentration he has never experienced in his previous workouts that he keeps avoiding them at the critical point.

But when we matched a few times from there, the odd-faced man showed a gap.

Ange was approaching her back to threaten her back when she turned her torso away from Gustave.

A man's back was coming to a place where he stretched out one arm and if he rolled out a stab sword, it would reach him.

I intuit that this is no longer inevitable, and my body moves on its own.

It was when Ange rolled out the stab sword.

The odd-faced man waved his spear as he kicked the ground in that position, shaped like a landslide in the air.

Ange's prick sword was inhibited by a thin hand, and a spear approached that did not pass and was swinging diagonally down his face.

He was Ange, who moved his face backwards reflexively, but he remembered the feeling of a wind running on his forehead.

After the flash left, when I put my hand on my forehead, there was a twitchy overflow of blood and part of my detached forehead attached to my hand.

The vale that was hiding his face also seemed to have been severed and separated from the one part he was fishing for.

but the odd-faced man looked at Ange's face, which had become dewy, and strangely stopped moving.

"You - heh! That face - '

Don't miss a moment of amazement, Gustave pokes in.

"Gu -"

What happened.

A man on the odd side, so much trickered so far, was exposed to a momentary but deadly gap, with a spear thrust through his flank.

"Dear Angelica!

Gustave, who accidentally confirmed Ange's life and death, was being grabbed by the collar at that moment.

"Woo."

Gustave was drawn to a strange man, and I saw a spear popping up on the other side of his belly, zuzzling longer.

A spear released by a strange man rolls to the ground.

In that hand, a short knife was held instead of a spear.

"I'll take you on the road to the underworld."

"- Stop it!

A short knife of a strange man slipped into Gustave's belly.

"Guuuuuuuu"

"Gustave!!

It was Ange who tried to rush over, but Gustave clearly rejected Ange with his eyes, distracted by pain.

It was the eyes of a loyal minister who blamed you for being a fool.

"Run away!! Are you going to waste this Gustave death!!

"Both of them! Because of the assault! Take this woman, Lord Yuri, with you at all costs!!

Folding two shout-outs echoed the battlefield, and Ange distracted from Gustave after spending a moment in bewilderment and ran to a smaller number of self-formations.

"The enemy general has taken over! Gunners, firing squad! Night visits are no longer close! We're gonna get out of here!"

When he reached the battle of his own, Ange exclaimed in an all-out voice, and the bullet of the gunmen pierced every Gustave and odd-faced man, a flock of cavalry advancing.

Two people who were shot are killed, and a cavalry storms them while avoiding it.

Ange didn't look at Gustave.