The World of Masks

There is a pair of eyes that observe an allied group advancing with a long tail. I put my hands on the snow at the top and posed as if Chloe had made it through the army.

"Here he comes!"

The murmur that was created in the heart seems to be going down at once. The difficulty he endured passed before his eyes like a panorama. My tears seemed to cover my eyes.

I hunted and clothed the constantly dispatched expedition as if I were going to specify the Demon King's stronghold. I could never let him get to the dark wizard's eyes and ears. I really put a lot of effort into it. I often sent them clues so they would know where they were staying.

As a result of such a tearful effort, a large coalition force was marching one step towards their site.

"How many are there?"

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the army that looked like black ants. But I just felt like there were so many, I couldn't even fathom how many. I've never seen such a great army as this before as Cloerro. Even in the daytime, it was impossible to guess.

"Well, it doesn't matter. A lot is good."

I smiled brightly and muttered. I was looking forward to a big battle, so I came up with goosebumps on my back.

Do I have to tell you? '

I wanted a magnificent large-scale battle, and I didn't really want the fall of the Dark Wizard, so I started thinking that I should tell the twisted old man about it. Even though we were bad, once that old man died, I almost had to go through all the trouble. It's time to let them know they're ready for battle.

But then I shook my head.

It may do something trivial, like trap and guerrilla warfare, rather than a massive slalom in the plains as seen in the movies. I thought it was best to stop informing them.

Chloe turns her back and slowly leaves her position. Now all that's left is to 'guide' those troops to their sites. Following hard below the ground, he now felt the skeleton to be sacrificed as a 'guide' and laughed at Chloe.

* * *

The first time the Allied forces encountered the Demon King was the fourth day of marching. On that day, several shapes approached from afar from the Allied forces that were still marching quietly. At first, I thought the soldiers were stupid monsters trying to attack again. However, as the shape became clearer, the faces of the soldiers became stiffer. A shape that moves only on bone without skin or muscle. It was white terror, skeletons, that grandparents sat them on their knees and talked about.

The number was only a few. It was just four phrases. However, the impact spread across 100,000 troops. Finally, I could see the Demon King's army.

The commander moves his troops carefully. You have to do it. It's an ordinary skeleton with no personality. However, the value of the Demon Lord's name made the entire force extremely discreet. Skeletons, who are running with weapons, are united and pushed against 20 soldiers who are acting erratically according to the commander's orders. The soldiers were able to defeat the Skeleton without any damage because he was not more powerful than the regular soldier in the first place. But their armor is soaked in sweat. It was because of the horror engraved on their minds, the Demon Lord's Army.

"· · · · · · · Really, · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Really, the Mahwang Army · · · · · · · · · ·."

Kris, the Duke of the Kingdom of Caledum and Lord Commander of the Allied Forces, said pitifully. Toolsner, who was listening next to me, poured out a drooping castle to replace the answer.

It wasn't that I didn't believe in the presence of the Demon Lord. The information gathered inside was clearly showing that the Demon Lord was active. However, even though I accepted that it was true, there was still a bud of doubt in the corner of my heart. No, you're probably right not to. However, the moving skeletons in front of you crushed the last of their suspicions with brute force. The entire Allied Forces, including the Duke and Toolsner, have come to truly accept this unspeakable fact.

"The skeletons came from over there."

The duc casts his gaze at the horizon from afar. Toolsner rolls his arms around you and unfolds the map.

"The same direction that the traveler who was guiding the way saw the Demon Prince's army."

"Do you think the Demon Lord's army is there?"

"The odds seem high."

"That's a relief."

Even the environment is more likely not to be bothered by the thought of dragging this troop around looking for enemies that aren't on their side. The duc is fortunate enough to give another march order.

Behind the event was the outcome of a visible observation of the Democratic army, and the Allied forces began to advance again.

* * *

The Allied forces marched steadily. Often, the onslaught of monsters and the whimsical and cold weather caught the Allied forces' ankles, but it was not enough to stop them from shouting the Demon Lord. In just three weeks of forming an army, the Allied forces were able to arrive at the area Jack taught them.

Jack takes a quick look around. A tall mountain that stands in the middle of the plain. No change at all

What you see is a barren wasteland. The sound of the wind is drying up. All I could feel was the cold in my bones.

You can see the commander shouting something from the front. Following your orders, the soldiers begin to build their barracks and encampments, all distracted. A group of troops advance forward. It was a unit tasked with the search for the Undead, just in case.

"Bring it!"

The soldier who was in charge of the group shouts loudly. Four horses approach slowly from behind with a large cart. On top of the cart was a sculpture containing the blessings of the great gods. The oil borehole seemed to shrink to a fraction. Several soldiers stream in and carefully lower the sculpture to the ground. A few wizards attached themselves to the sculpture and began to lead the life force that was full of the blessings of the gods to the sculpture.

Whoo-hoo!

The blessing of the gods containing the sculpture resounded in a faint tone, giving a rough glow. At the same time, a long rod descends from the borehole and begins to penetrate the ground slowly.

Queek, queek!

The bar, which had dug about 3 meters, suddenly stopped. The life force within the blessings of the gods slowly climbs down onto the ground on a stick.

Two o'clock!

I felt something under my feet with great energy passing by. The pulse continued two or three times.

At a distance, Jack squints at the sculpture.

It was a seeker. Once upon a time, an alliance at war with the Demon King faced tremendous embarrassment because of the undead ambushing from the ground. The sharp blade protrudes from under your feet. Even elite soldiers couldn't respond properly. That device was devised by the Allied forces, who had suffered tremendous damage in the early days of such an Undead attack.

It was like a real-world sonic detector. After putting a magic tube in the ground, the principle was to spread enormous life force around and sweep through the ground. Of course, mass production was impossible because it could only be operated with the blessings of gods with a certain amount of vitality, as the vitality required was vital. However, the use of that device in suspicious places could greatly reduce the damage. Thinking that the Demon Prince had been resurrected, the one who had been stuck in a warehouse and lost his existence appeared again in the world. Since Skeleton first appeared, the Allied forces have been using the device in strange or ambushable terrain.

Honestly, when I first heard that there was such a thing, Jack's back was covered in cold sweat. If I had kept the skeletons nearby for any reason, their forces would be the first to fly into the Allied forces. Fortunately, I ordered the Allied forces to follow us at a distance.

The rest of the battalion remains steady and moves while the army detects undead at all times. A slow, heavy tension starts to build up in the dry atmosphere. Animals also grumbled roughly to see if they felt anxious.

"Huh?"

The first thing I found was a soldier who glanced around like he was escorting a explorer to the front. I narrowed my eyes and looked at what it was, and the soldier's face turned white. I slapped my colleague on the shoulder right next to me. An annoying colleague turns his head in annoyance. However, when I saw where my colleague was pointing with his finger, I opened my eyes wide. The soldier who was embarrassed and unable to speak with his father, hurriedly put his hand inside his chest. I took out a small flute and blew as hard as I could.

Peek-a-boo!

At the sound of an emergency, all eyes of the army are on the soldier. Then he turned his gaze toward the place where the soldier was pointing with his finger.

It was turning upside down like an earthquake in the middle of the plains. The white skull flew out onto the ground and slowly pulled out the rest of the body. It was not one or two. With the plains dense, the forces of the Dark Wizard finally revealed themselves to the world, emitting a ferocious naturalization from the hollow void.