A Wish to Grab Happiness

Today, the sun is shining. In a dead snow-covered sky, the sun was showing itself slightly closer to just looking down at the Volvato capital.

In the sunlight, the poison Junelba widens his wings and looks down from the sky to the lower boundary.

There was a struggle between man and the demonic flock. Life-eating fangs and spear rage.

But from the sky, they're all tiny. I'm even going to stretch out. You can't even get battlefield specific music or barbaric voices.

The sky is good, but the truth is Junelba didn't like flying that much.

The sky reminds me even if I don't like it. That in the past all this sky belonged to me.

Those days when the sun reigned and stroked the earth with the wind. Glory that had faith and power as ours.

Too much homesickness is about to pass Junelba's heart. So whenever possible, I didn't want to imitate the blades.

But the sky is always an advantage over the earth. A muddy beast crawling on the earth can't catch a falcon running through the sky.

Things always fall from top to bottom and never crawl up from bottom to top. Theorem never moves.

So what was about to start was a massacre, not a struggle or something.

For Junelba to see the lower realm, apparently humans prevail in the battle between the armies. Raptor's eyes narrow in fright.

In just a few hundred years after Altia abolished the Great Demons, the Demons, it seems that a lot of demonic intelligence has regressed. They didn't even know their race, such as right after Junelba woke up.

No, maybe I even forgot the concept of race.

I can't help it either. In a world of diminished magic, the Warcraft gradually degenerates into the Beast and the Demonic Nation turns into a mass of magic. The nature of intelligence is corrupt. They exist to corrupt.

I knew exactly what the battlefield was like from above. On the right wing of the human side, the Demon Army is attracted too much. They also had the instinct to devour the weak spots of the enemy.

It was used properly and the center was thinner. Now the center of the Demon Army is devoured by human disobedience, and it is the Demon Army that will be pinched.

Those who command mankind are obviously used to fighting. And good. Junelba even showed a kind of admiration. It seems that mankind, which considers the army as a single unit, was sometimes outnumbered in terms of tactics, rather than the demonization that makes use of the performance of a single unit to form an army.

But still. It doesn't make any sense.

Because mediocre chunks exist to be crushed by an intense one.

As soon as Junelba quietly opens his mouth, the loud voice pierces the surrounding space. A grand echo of Junelba's demons spreading.

Shortly after it was over, the end came.

- The sky is rotting and falling.

A dull sky mixed with white and ash eroded into poisonous black and herd blue. The disgusting mud of colour sways and expands the universe around Junelba.

Junelba's magic becomes poison, corrupts and melts and invades what he touches. Without giving one, he descended into the earth as a fierce beast only to be scattered.

A drop of the demon falls to the nearer roof. One drop becomes a hole and runs straight through all the roofs. The walls and bricks were all flooded with drinks.

I didn't even have to imagine what would happen if that vicious demon hit a human being. That's how it was done.

Only a few drops will kill humans in bundles. In a crowd of dense people, it's not so easy to escape.

"- Huh, back off! Get out of here! Don't give up your life!

But humanity reacted quickly. The Volvato army in particular sees them once and for all. I know what that poisonous blue mud air is.

Cut off the least amount of damage, and throw away even the superiority over that place or the Demon Army lightly, and mankind retreats from the formation. That was a brilliant word. They have no hesitation whatsoever, even though it would be the sexuality of the creature who wants to chase after their advantage.

In an attempt to form a pursuit, Junelba distorted his eyes, spitting poison.

- Whatever it is, the retreat is too brilliant.

No matter how you train, creatures can't cope with the scene of agitation. It is usually something that leads to stray, even if the demon was ordered to back off if he came. Even so, it was as if the current retreat had been known that demons were coming.

The roar plundered its lateral cheeks so as to clear Junelba's suspicions. No, not just one, two, three, four - countless demon flashes cover Junelba.

Simultaneous shooting by the magicians who were still lurking in the immortal house. This is the only density of demons whose bodies would bounce and fly if they were serious demons.

Regardless, this stuff doesn't make sense to a demon. Just something to the point of being blind. And good for the magicians.

- The Demon Spear is good for buying time between aiming.

Boom, boom. Boom. A thunderbolt of violent or otherwise demons penetrates Junelba's entire body.

Mastigious-la-Borgograd's brunettes jumped and were visible even from above. Junelba looked familiar to me. A brave warlord who lived on the battlefield.

Some of Junelba's feathers burned and lowered their altitude. Calories that just scratch the demon. After all, I'm definitely a hero. I am no longer stepping off the rank of humanity and half-step on the devil.

But neither did Junelba think that he could successfully direct the Great Sorcery so far. Probably prepared quite a bit, including the magic team. As if I even put up a bet.

"... let's not. I'm the one who's ignorant. Kuha, kuha."

So I finally thought. To the quick soldier's behavior, I targeted the demon's intensive shooting, and so great a magic trick that it caused the demon to suffer a hand wound.

I mean, I was invited. This battlefield itself is a trap. If we created an advantage in the center, we knew we would come.

And if you know you're coming, you're a monster and a prey.

Junelba breaks the face of a giant bird. And he laughed out loud. Fold slightly scratched blades. The demon poison only weakened the invasion.

Some kind of simple, then epic trap. The human side also knew. This is not a battle between the army and the army. That it's a battle about how to squeeze each other's strong individual.

"No, no. Awesome. It's been a long time since I've had pain."

"Then it would be cuter if you looked a little bitter."

Standing in the earth with each other, just one faces the devil. This was no longer a battle between the army and the army, but between individual and individual battles.

Junelba says, opening his mouth after a grin loosened up.

"I don't know. I'm glad I enjoyed the rest of my life in the garden."

"I'm going to. Now we're getting rid of the birds that destroy my garden."

Mastigious was still full of magic. There is a thunderbolt coming from my fingertips. Ambitious, no longer as a general, but as one magician, he stood before the demon.

Mastigios thinks. Even if he's dead, there's a hero behind him. I've transformed that figure for a long time now, but in the worst case scenario, he told the soldiers to pull the front down to his sight.

Then let's have an occasional battle. Just as a person.

Junelba saw the majesty of Mastigious, again with admiration and a little pity in his chest.

One magician named Mastigious, who stood before himself by provoking war with the devil and striking over the fear of death. He is equipped with the skill, the ability to command soldiers, and the courage to bring himself in.

From now on, we must kill such wonderful men, and all their soldiers.

A little bit, the demon also felt pity.