A Wish to Grab Happiness

Mount Befims, the patron saint of the Volvato capital.

Now there was a legend there. Fangs and nails that crush even giants on black glossy scales. The majestic wings cover the heavens themselves.

Heavenly Castle Giant Beast Vrilligant. Honored King of Dragons, only a pillar of the Great Demon alongside the Giant King, the Spirit King.

But the body here and now was just a shell out. Once Altia broke the heart of his man, stripping him of his magic and soul from this body. Now he breathes, and if he accumulates magic, he is just unwilling to move with hatred for humans.

Standing in front of it, the gear Labur widens its legs shoulder-width apart. Rather than overflowing with confidence, it seemed natural to do so. The doll-like appearance is more sharpened and exudes beauty.

It is a woman with long dark hair who is held up with both hands. Fialert-la-Borgograd, whose very body has become the nucleus of magic.

Not unlike when she was human in appearance, Rabour carefully rebuilt her magic structure, from the tip of her hair to the toes of her feet.

That is, so that the dragon can circulate as much magic as it possesses, so that it can perform the functions necessary to reign as a great demon. A new magic vessel is being created in her body.

It is good to say that her body is no longer human. Consciousness is buried in magic and never opens its eyes.

Rabul shrugged in front of the dragon's loose shell, holding his heart in. It's a voice with no emotions but a trance of shades.

"Dragon King Vrilligant - No, my Lord. The time has come for rebirth. Pleasure. Once again, the world will be instantly repainted by the fate of the right mechanics you weave. My thousands of years of grief will be fulfilled here."

My body, my heart, is ready. The demon Rugis gave it to humans, but nothing is wrong with Rabul.

His role is to continue supplying the heart with the Laboured Primitive - Gear. That way the original is poured into the shell through the heart as well.

Later, if the poison Junelba moves well on the tail, there's no problem. If many humans are killed, the magic will devour the air and the concentration will increase.

- Plus, I'm putting a trick on Junelba in case it sucks. There can be no failure. The purpose will be accomplished no matter how much Kiriko turns. Extremely wonderful.

"Toxic Junelba. I expect you to work immediately."

Repeating the words he also told Junelba, Rabour lowered his gaze in the direction of the capital. To his eyes, his emotions seeped slightly.

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The human army was to partake and resist the three main parties against the demon army, which swallowed everything and invaded the streets. Right wing streets, left wing streets and the widest central streets.

On the right wing are two thousand soldiers led by Heind and Eileen, and three thousand soldiers led by giant Kalia on the left. And in the center, Rugis stands in five thousand soldiers led by the Magic Guide General Mastigious.

Opposite is the army of demons that say let's go over 50,000. They came as they covered the sky and crushed the earth.

But despite the differences between the warriors, it was the human side that initially prevailed.

Though the Demon Army has approached from the sky and the earth, sorcery and archers will strike against the Demon Birds approaching from the sky, and the Demon Beasts who drive through the earth will be held back by the positions built in the thick trees.

Narrow streets are narrow streets, if you say so, and the advantages of numbers do not fully work. For the Demon Army, which has a thin concept of organization and chain of command, there is no such idea as to efficiently detach part of it and use it as a guerrilla squad, just to push and repeat the assault.

That's why they're forced to have a temporary disadvantage. However, this simple assault is not an error either.

The difference in the number of soldiers between the Demon Army and the Human Army is overwhelming. I don't need an army. If we continue to bump from the front whether we are helpless or not, apart from the large amount of damage, the human army will invariably fall. Even if the demon Junelba doesn't show up, that's clear.

As a matter of fact, the smallest right wing, led by Eileen and others, was gradually forced to retreat.

Eileen shouts out as she looks depressingly sheltered her right arm fixed to her body with a bandage.

"Throw away the first wave! Leave the front-line unit behind and evacuate to the second formation. Get ready to change formation!

In response, the soldiers quickly pull in formation and retreat to the rear.

For those warcraft that had not missed but had slain into their backs, the flame of witchcraft was poured in with brilliance.

Meat and a distorted odor mixed with blood and chi. A soldier makes his face gaze at the smell of melting mud and iron.

But nevertheless, the Warcraft steps over the dead flesh of his compatriots, sometimes eating scattered and continuing forward.

A warcraft is, in other words, a ferocious dehumanization, man said. He said that the magic in him runs through his veins and spills out of his skin to invigorate his thinking.

That's half correct, half false. Magic certainly activates the activity of their bodies and improves their performance.

What can control it like demons, demons, and some warcraft is good.

But the inferior Warcraft, who cannot, become intoxicated by magic.

The flavour of magic is too dense and aromatic. If you continue to drink it without enough, you will no longer be able to control it.

Magic in the body seeks to become enlarged and sooner or later becomes an organism that is deprived of even thought by magic and only attacks others.

The Warcraft soldiers who were on the front lines in this battlefield were. I'm intoxicated by magic, and I don't even know if I'm sane anymore. Just keep walking forward, being attacked by the fierceness you expose.

If you eat your enemies and drink up blood, your thirst will heal. That was enough for them.

Before the fierce beast, the archer of the demon bullet stood. The five fingers of both hands are filled with color light.

"- Outreach and you're going to figure it out, Eileen. They don't seem to have tactical eyes."

Hynd shakes up both elbows, and pays. (i) The exercise of witchcraft was completed by motion. The first demon bullet he deals with is so simple.

Still enough to kill the beast.

Ten beast heads fly between moments, scattering skull shards and flesh. Moments later, the legs of both beasts stopped. The carcasses and blood of his compatriots become muddy and push for momentum.

And the end of a soldier stopping on the battlefield is always one.

Archers and sorcerers lurking in the left and right houses and ruins slam down the stopping Demon Army. In opponents of people dense across the street, arrows and sorcery hit just by dropping.

If you don't even have to aim, a skilled archer can release ten arrows a minute. Hundreds of arrows, and a storm of witchcraft, were poured in during the minutes when the Demon Army stopped on its feet.

Hynd lets his lips pull as he retreats with the soldiers to the second line, behaving in large measure. The bows and arrows that had originally entered the barracks and some merchants were used for this battle. The archers will be thrilled if they don't have to think of arrow counts.

Decades of leisure time before the Demon Army approaches. Hynd meditated his eyes as he smoked up at the end of his mouth. On the battlefield, sometimes even blinking can kill you. I took a breath moisturizing my dry eyes.

"You're sticking around for a long time. You think I was impressed by that guy, like the soldiers?

Eileen said as she entered the formation and continued to look at the front. This right-wing general is like her. Hynd was totally effortless.

That's why I say it like it made me feel good.

"That's right. Sensitized."

Eileen accidentally turned her gaze to Heind. Heind is a man who was intuitive but proud to be strong about himself. Eileen didn't think that he was impressed or anything.

On the contrary, Hynd would have predicted Eileen's reaction. I grinned bitterly as I grabbed the cigarette with my hand and folded my elbow.

"Can't you? In fact, it's not just crest instructors. There will be many in Volvato, even Garrist, who will see him as a hero."

Heind's finger squeezes the smoke out of the fire. There seemed to be a strong and powerful cage in his hand.

"- An orphan who lived in a slum crawls up with a single sword and doesn't step back against a big country garrison opponent. That place or even the demon kills and now he's a hero to mankind. This will be the hero story, Eileen. Everybody admires you, soldiers and me."

Eileen felt a moment of impatience at what Hynd looked like. The words felt more powerful than usual, and there was something breathtaking about them.

"... I don't know how you feel. But I don't. Is that what it is?"

"That's what it is. It may be difficult for you to understand who grew up in a famous family. Think about what it's like to be just a soldier."

Being a man who is not a magician, just a soldier fighting with a spear or sword, is no different in Volvato and other countries.

The majority are the third son, the third son of a farmer, who has no money and no land to inherit. Many people grow up poor, like Hynd.

Such people were rarely affectionate to their parents or given enough food or a place to stay. Literally, they don't have anything.

What happens when such people become soldiers, become companions, and have a battlefield where merit is dictated only by martial arts medals?

"Most of all, the soldiers think they want to be the stars. I want to get a compliment, be recognized, be a hero. That may come true on the battlefield. Everyone thinks of it. Neither do I. You think I'm crazy for risking my life?

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Eileen did not respond. Eileen thought that the enemy was no longer starting to develop an attitude, and that she would surely not be able to fully agree with Hind's words.

But I've figured it out.

The point is, everyone wants to be that big evil. For this reason, I even think it's good to risk my life.

Now on this occasion, that was enough.

"The end isn't bad. After sticking for an hour in the second inning, we retreat again."

"Copy that. Let's hope their culmination isn't entirely unthinkable."