The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Day of the showdown.

Turning back, twenty-eight king eagles were flying in formation.

The formation is obliqued on both sides with stardust as its apex, writing the word "to".

This is a formation created to mimic migratory birds and others doing it, which, academically speaking, utilizes the wing tip vortex produced by forward riders to reduce the load. That would mean.

In fact, the effect is visible and subsequent eagle fatigue is much reduced.

However, the formation tends to spread compared to its half-side, dense formation, with the disadvantage that it is poorly communicated.

So if you say so, this was cruise formation, and if you get to the battlefield, you were going to unwrap the letter to and turn the formation into a dense one.

Looking at the lower realm, it is apparently close to the battlefield.

From the front line, where the infantry of both armies were colliding, white fired smoke was about to rise, as if it were even wild burning.

At the same time, you can hear the sound of firecrackers squealing smaller.

An infantry in line would be shooting and releasing artillery.

Are you a little late?

Nevertheless, even if you swirl energy-saving in the air, it doesn't mean you can stay longer than ten hours.

Even if you come too soon, it can also mean it's time to go home when it starts.

It would have been just as good.

But what is it?

Don't get more attracted to me than I thought.

Oh, I'm fighting. I feel that.

If there is a God in this world, maybe this is how we look forward to seeing human strife.

I always wanted to watch, but I had something to do first.

Peep! And when I whistle, I raise the flag to signal.

The flagpole is a spear, with a flag attached to a spear with an ear sheath.

The truth is, I didn't want to bring a useless long piece of spear, but I broke it better because the opinion prevailed that I should take the spear as a minimum preparation because I was heading to the battlefield.

When I changed my wings, five eagles followed me, as I had been meeting in advance.

When I looked back, I saw Carol at the head of the group and reorganized the formation smoothly so as to make up for the missing hole.

Keep going, head for the back of the enemy.

Further behind the battle line, passing, a few kilometers rearward, was the main formation that pulled away.

It's here to aim.

Everyone doesn't like being bullied in the back, and now that soldiers are paying, there shouldn't be any attacks from the ground.

In addition, when it comes to the trouble of being burned, it would be supplies.

I've been staring for days, pointing my neck at a point where supplies were packed with mountains.

Remove the lighter from the pocket by dropping the speed to near stall and reducing the resistance of the wind.

When the lighter is wrapped in both hands with leather gloves while being pressed against the saddle, it ignites, opening slightly between the fingers to see the fire, while transferring the fire to the three conductive wires.

Only a lighter that's just big creates a flame that won't go away even in the wind and burns the ignition wire.

The tip of the ignition line leads to a handmade flame bottle attached to the side of the eagle.

Even if it is a bottle, the container is just a pottery with a tight mouth, so it is uncomfortable, but it is also a bottle.

Inside, there is plenty of light oily liquid, which is completely separated during the process of separating the oil.

And in the mouth of the bottle was a cloth stained with oil, and a wire of fire.

The ignition wire was wrapped in oil-stained cotton thread, covered with gunpowder on a pasted paper.

Normally, just lighting the cloth would cause the fire to scratch out due to wind pressure during the throw, so I made it this way after a trial and error.

The fire on the cloth is extinguished, but the fire on the ignition wire inside it is not extinguished, so there is no obstacle to the ignition.

I immediately returned my feathers when I saw the ignition of the ignition wire that contained the three pieces, and began descending on Maasa.

We take manoeuvres that are almost free to fall, and the speed increases as we look around.

Momentum like jumping and suicide looms the surface, and instinctive horror dominates the mind.

And as I approached the ground, I untied the string that was tying the flame bottle.

At the next moment, pull the reins vigorously.

It takes a G all over the body for a long time, and the eagle changes direction from sudden descent to horizontal as it sheds air on its feathers.

The flame bottle, which lost its support by the string, failed to keep up with the change and fell loose and down to the ground.

Subsequent people, especially those who are good at handling eagles, also throw down flame bottles one after another.

But this one's not on fire.

Because I could only prepare one lighter.

Turning from horizontal to further upside, taking enough altitude before looking down the boundary, the fire was burning with excitement.

The spark seemed to be enough for the first three bottles I threw down.

The flames are also burning one after the other on fuel scattered with bottles that hit nearby.

On top of the supplies gathered like a hill, a sea of fire appeared, burning a strip.

I took altitude again and set the course for another target I was staring at.

What about the flame bottle? I have three more.

I lit the ignition line again and returned my feathers.

Slightly smoother than earlier, into the ston and descent.

The approaching ground is slightly clearer and frightening just because it has a good eye.

Throw down the three remaining bottles, cause stardust and return to horizontal flight.

He further pulled the reins and moved to the ascent.

At that time, heat, explosion and pressure came at the same time.

At the same time as the sound of Dogga!, the neck muscles were exposed to the fire like heat of the fireplace, and the swollen air pressed his back.

My back was pushed, which also meant that the big feathers of stardust moving up were pushed all over, and I felt slightly confused signs of stardust from the reins.

But it didn't stall, and when I reflexively pulled one of the reins and gave the flip instruction, I honestly followed it.

Fluffy, the feathers gain power like they grabbed something solid, and when they grasp the powerful upward airflow that the heat source seems to have created, the rest climbs to heaven with little movement of the feathers.

Looking at his back, the boulder only improved the elite in the elite, and all five bureaucratic rides were following him.

But you can just see the feathers rushing and the eagles confused.

It was dangerous.

What happened, when I looked at the surface, was terrible.

Even the explosive load that was inside the supplies exploded, the burned supplies are scattered, burning tents all over them.

That was dangerous.

It was an explosion after a while moving up, so there was no damage, but if it was an explosion right after the drop, it could have eaten the blast pressure to the moro and crashed.

I'm safe, but the next thing I know, I'm going from head to head into an explosion, so there might have been a dead man out there.

I just got a cold sweat.

Nevertheless, this is really the end of the extra work (extra mission).

Let's get back in formation, and I waved the flag a little better, pointing the spear in the direction of the main unit with Carol.

There, a different sight was spreading.

For a moment, I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me, and the rational thought was, "Is that a dream?" and cast doubt on it.

It was such an unlikely sight.

Over slightly further afield, a giant dragon was attacking the main unit.

About three times the size of an eagle, a feathered lizard-like dragon (dragon) is rampaging around in the middle of the squad and the neat formation disappears as early as possible.

Everyone was dancing and scattering like spider children.

I was directing full speed to the stardust before reason ordered.

Powerful wings that don't care about the stamina accelerate the two life forms.

Why is the dragon here?

What hasn't happened since history, why is happening at this time now?

Full speed, which I feel even lighting over the saddle, did my job, and I finally got to the main unit.

There was a sight that I couldn't even see.

The eagles are still going to bump into each other, so they can't do anything.

And the dragon and the dragon knight (dragon rider) across the dragon's neck were definitely after one eagle.

She is wearing white armor and golden hair from her covered skin helmet.

It was Carol.

Did you put your eyes on the blonde hair?

Well, then yes.

The other eagles seem to be trying to escort Carol.

However, it seems to be repeated that dragons with more than double different statuses are scattered in the way of their path.

In the next moment, thoughts move.

Oh, the blade movement of the clear storm (Seylan) is dull.

The slow movement is probably due to the dragon scattering me and losing my stamina to roots.

If you manoeuvre unscrupulously to avoid an attack, and if you're on the verge of stalling, you're invincible, and you manipulate like you earn speed, it's natural for the eagle to heba.

If clear storms are targeted intensively and this happens, it will not be possible to escape the dragon, even if we turn to escape from this.

No matter how much you run away, in the hefty eagle, you get caught up.

I mean, it's packed.

To that conclusion, my body was moving on its own.

Take even higher altitudes than dragons and take advantage of positional energy.

Thus, from the flagged spear, he removed the belt that had been attached to prevent it from falling off.

I twirled the spear half a turn and held it backwards.

I pushed the dragon forward and into momentum.

In the concentration, stretch the guide slightly and adjust the orientation.

As the dragon grew bigger and collided, I pulled the reins twice and gave instructions to land on the stardust.

Starscraps honestly put their feet forward without confusion as to whether they understand the meaning of that instruction.

As it was, the stardust impelled the dragon well into the air.

Stardust claws stood at the base of the dragon's wings, breaking meat, and at the same time, I stuck a spear through my torso.

The spear penetrates the dragon's scales and goes into the back.

In the blink of an eye, the feeling of tearing through the stiff epidermis and tearing through the soft meat struck his arm.

As the stardust crossed and left the dragon, it transmitted the shock of being pulled out of each arm, letting go of the spear.

Feel the response.

I devoured a deadly blow.

I don't know how tough an animal called the Fei Long species is, but there's no way I can be flying with all those wounds on my wings.

Starscraps, on the other hand, have not been scratched and are now in the process of stalling and falling, but it is not difficult to recover from stalling because the ground is far away.

I won, in the sense of accomplishment. In his eyes was a giant tail of dragons, full of scales offered.

I guess the Dragon Knight (Dragon Rider) didn't instruct it.

Whether the dragon had forgotten me in anger or the attack carried out by a creature living in the sky more than the original was somewhat accurate.

The deviation in relative velocity in the air has also been corrected perfectly, and I intuitively assumed that it would "hit".

Manoeuvre in the air is greatly dominated by the law of inertia, and little can be done with a trivial effort.

The tail of the dragon captured the stardust feathers, as it had been predetermined.

A bash of feathers was struck down, and I could see the feathers bent in an unnatural direction like a dead branch was broken.

I felt like a bitter, black juice had been poured into the blood vessels in my brain marrow.

Oh, no.

One can't help it.

Me and the stardust stalled as we hung out in the air.

The broken feathers, completely unreliable, bend over the fuzzy as they try to grab the wind.

This is how the feathers that grab the air, even if all the speed increases with the fall, there is no way to recover.

Looking overhead, the dragon was falling again too.

Was it still a fatal blow, or the dragon feathers, unlike eagles, which were like membranes, had the most area of delicious membranes torn apart in tears.

Still trying to accomplish his purpose, the dragon seemed to fall and bite into a slow clear storm feather...

That's all I could see, buggy, and I could hear the branch leaves breaking, and the next moment, the shock was hitting my body.