Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The dark cave was a terrible environment.

No matter how many magic barriers you develop, you can't prevent burning smells and heat. Sprinkling oil, releasing arrows, and continuing the dark magic you commit from your body, why don't you stop?

This is the only way. I just have to kill him.

We have to burn the demons that jumped in all round and tell them that reinforcements are useless.

The soldier wears water as he tells himself so, and takes on the crossbow again.

Looking down through the peephole was hell too.

In the passage where the sacred oil is sprinkled, the flames dance, and on the walls is developed a magic that produces large quantities of spores.

The screaming of ears and the smell of nausea were the same, and the soldier shouted his face before releasing an arrow.

They are specially trained in the Second Hierarchy Hall and develop skills (skills) appropriate to each. This could have been groundbreaking in a way.

It has always been the norm for the military to "all learn the same skills". With books, it's simply easier.

But there are many powerful men who specialize in this land, who teach them free and precise. sorcery, sacred art, witchcraft, swords, spears, bows, shields, language, tactics, etc. Some people also seemed to learn cooking and farming as hobbies, but they purely enjoyed refining their moves.

Without trying, I guess that was starting to function as a learning ground over there.

As a result, he tore the air and the arrows flew, aiming for and piercing the demon's eyeballs. No matter, it couldn't be fatal with a single arrow, and he looked up like a crushed tomato.

"Those guys, you're not afraid to die!

The more I accidentally spit, the demons were a swine rush.

They say it's a flame-drinked tunnel, but there's no sign of an enemy army stopping. Step on your rounded companions and scatter flaming scaly powder all the time.

The guy with one eye earlier opened his mouth full of fangs as he got over the corpse, and shot something like a pile at the rock wall.

Babang! and bursting sound, the soldiers lurking around fleeing with their heads. I didn't think it would be catastrophic if it collapsed.

"Whoa, whoa! They're flying over here!

The spit pile was his fangs. The nerve yarn is connected, trying to pull it all at once and land it on the wall.

Interceptions and so on. It was as if they didn't make it, crushing every magic barrier. The crumbling rock is sometimes mixed with high screams, and bright red eyeballs glimpse through the back aisle. The intimidating sound of chickens echoes in the cave.

Seeing it, quietly Commander Hakam issued an order.

"Demon Stone Squad." Industry Flame (Hound). "Begin Action."

Being broken into puts a hole in the magic barrier, and doth overflow the heat. Instead of soldiers who were burned by the air and fled, those who emitted red light passed by.

It's a giant wolf who kicks a rock and shivers his eyes. The exhaled breath is mixed with blood smoke, shaking to the flames and dancing around.

Demon Stones are those connected to the stones that give birth to demons.

You can choose those who have passed through empathy magic and manipulate them as you wish by connecting (linking) your will directly. I used this about six months ago, and there were instances where I took out the traitors.

"Go, go! Get rid of him!

The demon wolf nods at the soldiers on the road and turns his polar-colored eyes forward.

Disgustingly, the demon was planting eggs around him. It's a white, pointy-shaped egg. Had this hatched, it would have been worse.

He splashes on demons and pierces his fangs and sprinkles white body fluids. Realizing that the eggs were stuffed to the inside of its body, the Demon Wolf was frightened by the decadence.

- Oh, shit! I'm gonna burn this guy down right now!

Goo! and the flames spit out of his mouth, which slowly stabilizes and turns even purer red. Bake the demon's body to lick it, and the other one that rushed it stunningly planted the egg.

Gao Oo! and a tremendous scream, scratched by tentacles around the rampage, but apparently this place is going to make it through.

Hakam, who was watching a series of disturbances, secretly exhales relief and returns straight to the holding area.

No matter how many hands you exhaust, there will always be such a breakdown. I knew that if there was any overlap of bad luck, the front would collapse.

And again, the ground rocks in a tiny way.

This vibration, which echoes from the depths of the earth, has been going on for some time. Sand falls from the ground and there is also a risk of collapse.

There was a crisis all over the place, and I held my face up to the frustrating mix.

"What is this, Aja? It's not just an earthquake, is it?

"I don't know. Dragon fights and so on are beyond human intelligence. There's no way I can understand."

The old man with the wand was slapping the ground.

They make noises and spreading ripples capture the demons around them. The Demon Army is so numerous that it is likely to cause dizziness, mainly in the pit. And far ahead, there was a figure of a dragon spreading its wings.

Hakam peels his eyes at the magic of the old man, who glowed blue and white over the map.

"You're capturing me! The giant dragon! I don't care what you think, you look more horrible than the Demon Army!

"May, I haven't even lost my ear yet!... I don't just want to see where you are."

The old man looks back as he bends his mouth to the letter "he" and looks troublesome.

He may have a slightly disheartened look because he forbade the exercise of extensive witchcraft. I can't use moves that can only be used once, though, at this stage.

Exhaling one sigh, Hakam walks over to the old man.

"Is something still going on out there? Don't feel like a flying sand mountain if you blow all the pits you've done."

"There is no other way to believe in the future prediction of the example, the words taught by the people of Xingzheng (Hou Ra). I'm sorry to hear that, but you're going to die here. He'll be a man who lives longer and keeps supporting his country."

So don't worry, the old man told me with a smiley face.

But few will be convinced by that. Wrinkled between his eyebrows, Hakam roars.

"Does prediction hit you? Thanks for the brow spit for me."

"Don't ask me that magician! We have long hated such a theory and nothing - no, there is only one hand? This could be a good opportunity to put an end to a long dispute."

Turning his gaze at what it meant, the old man grinned mean.

"Walk in a dangerous place like you did earlier. If anybody dies where you are, the predictions of the future must be true. And when he dies... the two old men he loves will be fooled by his daughter."

Making the bear-like faces decent, and blowing each other out.

"Ha! If I die, tell the sorcerers so. Don't believe in future predictions."

"Oh, wow. The day has finally come to solve years of doubts. And let the bumpy soldiers use their demon stoned arrows. I don't care if you don't let me acquire skills by this time."

Hakam looks up at the ceiling and returns to the battlefield, wondering if he had been spotted. I've rarely had a chance to defeat so many demons. He certainly thought that if he acquired skills at the same time as leveling, he would be a great power of war.

And, as he remembered something, Hakam looked back and made this declaration.

"Oh, I'm gonna use the third pawn. Tell him so."

"You'll be happy to do the tongue nodding. Now let's put a lid on the entrance to the pit."

So leaks, the old man moves the pawn on the tabletop.

The exit of the pit is held down by old soldier Gaston, and another pawn blocks the entrance. There were surprisingly demons pushing in there, trying to dictate the whereabouts of the fighting.

More and more, Doro......

An ominous vibration is still transmitted from the foot.

Beyond the mountains, there is a battle going on beyond intelligence. Though a belt of organisms is not remembered by anyone because of its withering statutes.

The battle of the Magic Dragon, and the Tenryu, was extremely harsh and no longer far beyond a natural disaster.

But this time Hakam exhaled his nose without disturbing his mind.

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Naked Biholda.

He is the Force Leader of the Ahead Squad and is highly intelligent and combative.

Widespread recognition by countless eyeballs, which wield particular vigour in combat. Magic strengthens the flesh and wields a sword, and there is nothing unstoppable. Enough to chop and chop a flying pebble into space until it's sand.

But now, there were two things I didn't recognize.

One is the sound that resonates from far away, blunting his legs all the way to the main formation, which should have begun to go all the way south.

And the other is Gaston, the old man standing right in front of you.

He cut the area around his forehead thoroughly, causing one eye to turn red. But like it's nothing, don't blur. It doesn't change coming close in footsteps.

Unexpectedly, the blade is approaching the present, Kakuri! and sprinkle a beautiful spark to stop it...... but suddenly the palate disappears. And the sword approached me from the exact opposite side, and I jumped it up with my fist... but now it's no use at all.

And one of my sights was diagonally dimensioned and I could play it all the time. That's when I finally realize they cut my eyeballs off.

You're supposed to be seeing it, but you should have taken it, but I don't know why they cut it off.

"What are you doing!

"You know, if you don't just grab my abilities, you're gonna lose all those eyeballs."

I'm angry at that floating attitude.

Your body is small around you, and Naked is so good that you can't compare your former muscle strength or speed. But even if I moved quickly enough to leave a vestige behind, the pain ran roughly to my forehead.

"Huh...! What the hell is this!

I pulled it out. It was a short knife wet in blood and a substitute that seemed to sell everywhere.

Where the hell did this come from? No, it's not, why did they know exactly where we were going? He said he moved to an unrecognizable location without any preliminary motion.

A fierce demon, but whoops! and breathe deeply.

Look. Look. Look. Maximize your vision and spot the old man's moves. No one else can, but if he is himself, he can accomplish it.

Naked maximized his perceptual abilities so much that he could see Aura, but the man who greeted him looked in a direction that was not.

"Oi, what's going on over the mountain? It's the end of the world."

To the delightfully distorted old man, the demon does not reply. He put the knife in the front and concentrated on the pins and surroundings.

Don't let his words get you down, just watch the sword.

In that attitude, the old man raised a single eyebrow, "Oh," and slapped him on the shoulder with his sword.

"Shall I give you a special tip then? After you slash them, you'll see them properly with the remaining eyeballs. Let's go -"

I'm an old man who tells jokes.

But Naked looks simultaneously at the sword waved. The whole body is so focused that you don't miss any visual information.

Slowly approaching sword as the word goes.

So I finally realized something strange. There was no old man's sword in the shadow that fell to the ground.

This is it. This is what he's capable of.

He's making it look like he waved his sword in hallucinations or something. And it's a soothing hand to target a disfigured spot.

To that proof, the knife and sword intersect without any help - the cucumber! and stunned with a slit throat.

"Geaaa! What the hell is this? Aaaa!

Bleeding black blood, Naked was fierce. I purposefully wave my long hairs, and turn my anger eyes to Gaston all at once.

The old man laughed "heh" and walked slightly in between.

The two swords in my hand split with Mitsuzu, and I wonder if they would each come slashed from a different angle.

I don't know what it is. What is this sword move?

I bounced the sword in an inch, and the unshadowed thrust pierced my throat, but there was no pain - and in a place of relief, severe pain runs deep. My chest was cut crosswise as it was.

"What is this...!

Because of the mutilation of his lungs, the buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The numbing eyeballs were finally noticed there. Only the old man's sword had no blood on it at all.

When I look him in the eye again, the old man looks "ooh".

Gaston slowly walked over to the monster that collapsed with Dosari. Keep your sword to the present, and straight through the sand.

Lifting again...... there was no sword there.

"Did you finally understand that during death? I've had a sword since the beginning. Careful, I'm blading it. I call it a fighting blade (solid) - well, I don't care. You lost it because of your weirdly good eyes, too. A"

To put it well, Naked laughed. I opened the lid and repeatedly said, "Look properly," and this is how it works.

No, have you been guided from the beginning? He was showing a sword that didn't exist and was leaping to expose his abilities.

I was winning at speed and muscle strength, so something I wish I had cut to the grump.

"I don't know if it's time for that kid to remember. Look at the qualities, but can't you do it while you like the toy sword? Rather, Zella seems faster."

"Say what... Say..."

"It's none of your business. He's an old man's little pleasure."

The old man, seemingly, throws the pattern away and crouches in. I can't see much of my expression as a backlight, but I can only feel my sharp eyes.

"Whoa, why did you aim for such a despicable (heppy) place? If you're a demon stone, you'll find something unusual, but it's strange to go first in a war."

"To welcome our king..."

"... the king?

I looked suspicious, but there was something floating behind Gaston's brain.

Heritage that it has vanished to the end of the battle between the Demon King, the King of the Night, the Demon and God. It was also left as a painting and literature everywhere in this labyrinth.

He laughs that it will be a joke, but tells me that the previous obstruction of the maze's offense, and the war leading the country, are "facts".

"No way... were you screwed already"

Gaston whispers his jaw as he drips fluid and looks at his numb, creeping eyeballs.

I don't know, I didn't know the big guy slept all the way down at this foot.

"Well, then I don't mind. Well, well, well, well. Looking forward to it. A"

Finally, the way he had in mind became realistic.

Definitely, this is where I died. That's what I think, and the old man with the grin gets up. If it's an ancient heirloom, I'd love to see it with this eye.

And looking around, my men were desperately fighting at the exit of the pit. Cut down the overflowing demons, the surrounding sand turns into a bright black tar. Whether or not Gaston, the captain, was absent, they seemed to have done their job exactly.

Leaking this shouldn't have happened, Gaston turned his leg - it stopped perfectly.

Shiru......

Something was stumbling at my feet.

That's the fluid that just poured out of Naked's body, the captain of the unit that just knocked him down. No, the blood of demons scattered around me is also starting to move in unison as it drifts.

It slowly gathers to a point, and sweat flows down Gaston's forehead at its force.

Zuzuzuzuzu......

Zuzozozozo......

An unpleasant sound snaps into the back of my ear, emanating from a corner of the battlefield. My skin pops at will and I can't keep an eye on those who stand up. It's as if death itself embodies itself.

Soon the sky will fade and cold air will flow through your feet.

The scent I've never smelled is probably my own death stench. Stimulating the back of my nose with a twinge, I'm telling you your death is already close.

- Blood buildup (Borzoi)

Its displayed demonic name had bloody letters on it.

The old man Gaston grinned in disdain and said, "If you think you can finally have fun, this is it".

He picked up the pattern that had fallen, and filled his body with a fighting spirit (aura) that was not commensurate with his old body.

Next up for the Troop Leader, he challenges the battle against the Demon Army executives.

But he already felt his instincts were his own unbeatable opponent.