A Wish to Grab Happiness

Perhaps the world of the great hero Ultia was ideal for the human king Medic.

Humanity builds a nation with its own hands, and it is not enough to wake up the great river of civilization and become the hegemon of the continent.

Sing the song of life with dignity as a human being, not as a magical animal.It is up to you to decide whether you live or die.

There are no parents who lose their children from hunger, and no children who survive eating their parents' corpses.

Such a hypocritical world was the future that Medic dreamed of.It's part of a dream that everyone had when they were kids.A world of freedom not encroached by magic.

Many overlap with the dreams that Ultia once had.For example, if she was just a powerful man of the devil, and she was just trying to save him.

I'm sure Human King Medic supported the world she watched.Whether it's stupid or stupid.Because I believe that human dreams are not impossible.

But that future has disappeared.

"It sucks, it sucks, it's confusing.This is the world you dreamed of. "

Medic drops his spear on the ground without knowing.Disgust so much that my eyeballs were twisting was attacking my whole body. I even had nausea.

Fort Medraut in the North. Somehow it was covered in people, no longer visible to the army.

Man, man, man, body, body.

Wrists sticking out of the ground, stripped guts, and a lot of blood that can't be scratched by dead snow.

There was no sound of life.As if the snow of death had swallowed up everything that had been done, life had disappeared from this place.

I don't know how they lived.But I know how they died.He was slaughtered without even being able to resist.He was crushed and crushed.

The fingertips of Medic trembled.Small movements became convulsions, convulsions became impulses, and impulses turned into tears.

The wind roars loudly enough.After a few seconds, the medic finally murmurs.

"----I won't let you live."

Medic's words were a historical homicide of the people who caused the tragedy in front of him, as well as a remorse for himself.

If only I had noticed the anomaly of Baronus on that spot and been stopped.If I hadn't played a part with Lugis.Maybe we could stop the tragedy.We may have been able to move things in a better direction.

Everything was just a delusion, but that's why Medic decided.

I will surely slay those who have done this.

I snorted. Dense, brain burning magical residue.It tasted unforgettable again.

Baronus spoke of the Great Demon Ultia, and there is no doubt that the owner of this magic.

Medic raised his spear silently.

--The ground bursts in an instant.

The King of Man jumps first.Who is no longer on your side and who is your enemy.I didn't even have to get lost.

Those eyes haven't changed after a thousand years.It was only the eyes of a man who was born to devour magic with all his heart and to stand as king of men.

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Oh, shit.

On the walls of King Garrison's capital, Archer, Blooder chewed back his tiresome teeth and stopped shaking.The smell of biting tobacco from my employer calmed me down, but soon the fear grew.

"What do you think that is, Vez?"

It wasn't the usual male tone, it was the language used only among the sisters.I couldn't afford it that much.

"What, whoa, whoa, sister."

Standing beside him, Vestaline-Guerre managed to return his words with a battle axe.I thought of returning a slightly clever word, but it came back alive.

"... if you don't want to see anything, just close your eyes and you'll be gone."

It may have been a miracle that Blooder said that with a trembling voice.Standing still, he stepped back on his scaffold.I was worried that there was really a ground at my feet.

I've seen a lot of magic, whether it's Brooder or Vestaline, as a mercenary or belonging to the new kingdom.

I wonder if I ever opposed Magus or Magic Eye Beast with a magician.Compared to the general soldiers, I have experienced intense magic many times.

That's why I know. There's something wrong with the sight.

Among the armies of eighty thousand were the foreign bodies.I can see it from afar. Only one of them has more power than the entire army.

An unusual, irrational, brutal, out-of-standard appearance.

My knees tremble. I was desperate to keep my teeth from ringing.Soldiers lined up on the walls cannot hear such a sound.Bruder said again to avoid trembling.

"I understand. That's the enemy."

In a moment, the soldiers on the walls made a noise.A roar shook the ground from nearby.Brooder soon realized who he was.

Fighting magic in Fiale-La Borgograd destroyed the void.

The flames that melted people and ate up the air did nothing to incinerate the magic around them.The flame strikes.A witch with a dragon's heart will never release a demon.I will not forgive him who runs in the air and blocks the way.

At the exact same time, Finn-Eldis cast a spell of origin into space.A true black curse that devours the universe and does not allow life and light.

The beloved son of the Great Spirit inherited the name of the fairy king and embodied blessings and curses.Destruction is lukewarm. He says rape is the end of life.

Both demons were poured into one spot only.If it were just a human hand, it would blow up without even leaving a shadow.

This is a reproduction of a myth.A power that symbolizes an era that only heroes can achieve.

But, but...

― ― The great hero of the gods is there.

She stopped sitting in the carriage.I stopped dressing up in the Virgin's dress.

I'll wrap your long blonde hair in one.The edge of the wrapped hair stretched to the waist.A sword, not a magic wand, is held in one hand.Shake aside the steel, which was a symbol of her kingdom.

She shaken her lips while wearing pale white armor.Immediately there was an imminent industrial flame and black curse, and he gently spinned the words.

"What a pity, my dear heroes.I still love you. [M]I love humanity. Living or killing is nothing but love.Love and hate are one thing. "

At that moment, the golden eyes were opened.She is the only one who knows whether what is in her eyes is true love, madness, or faith.

Because her words were devoid of emotions.Her expression seemed to be laughing and she didn't tell her anything.There is only isolated calories.

She raised her sword.Neither battlefield magic, which melts the air, nor magic of origin, which devours the living, can kill her.Just hold her magic for a few seconds.

A sword with great magic is cut off from the world and shaken down.

"― Sword of God "

Altia ravaged the world with a single sword.

At the same time, a flash of light rising in the open sky breaks down the walls of the castle as pillars of light.More sparkling than thunder, more devastating than turbidity.

There was nothing but shock.The wall, which was supposed to have been robust, collapsed her swing.It no longer means anything like defense.

It's only natural. The true lord of the kingdom is her.Why should she be stopped from returning to her throne?

Eighty thousand troops begin to advance.There is no more magic to resist a city that has lost the meaning of a castle wall.

But only Altia murmured.Shake off the sword and lower it toward the ground.

"Oh, I'm here."

In an instant, the old Royal Army, which had been killed at the collapse of the Wall, was blown away.A part of a mixed army of magic and people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

A loud voice echoing through the battlefield.Everyone stopped and saw them.A giant body dances far above the lost walls.

They spread their wings out into space as if they were trying to stop the river from flowing.The brass queen dragon was in the sky with a helpful power.

"You don't want me in King's Landing?Naturally, of course. "

The sword is in Ultia's hands again.

"You know what turning me into an enemy means, the oldest creature.Do you really want to go extinct? "

A lot of people were just paying attention to two.The battlefield of dragons and saints is no longer within the reach of soldiers.Only a small number of heroes moved.

Perhaps this battle no longer makes sense, such as the number of soldiers.They are not the protagonists in the battlefield that will determine victory or defeat.

Battlefield life and death, victory and defeat, fate. It is the heroes who decide which balance to swing to the left or the right.

The heroes who follow the Great Heroes are the heroes and brave men of silver.

The twins who developed the ceremony with the Red Copper Dragon were the Dragon Witch and the Fairy Queen.

The end of jihad, in which the new kingdom and the old kingdom waved their swords together, was left to the heroes.No one can stop it anymore.

This is the last battle to shine a glow in the history of mankind and record it.

--A meltdown transformation. A mythical bloodbath opened the curtain.