A Wish to Grab Happiness

The clash between the crest army and the archdiocesan army was precisely a combination of fangs and fangs. There is no difference between the beast betting on his survival and roaring.

Especially to the front line, multiple spears intertwine in the meat, causing blood to soil the ground. It was as if he could no longer tell which was the blood of his comrades and which was the eyeball of the enemy soldiers he hated.

If you bite your teeth, the blood will bleed easily. My mouth is full of iron. I can't even rinse my mouth with water.

That's great. This is the battlefield. This is the battlefield. It's a primitive struggle itself, where the ones who wanted and put their heads on heat smash each other's heads.

A man dies, a woman is crushed, and a child is trampled. Absolutely barbaric and nauseating, madness itself.

Even so, the one named Human can't really leave the battlefield. Those who make peace know that there is a battlefield ahead.

I guess that's because the one called Battlefield is sometimes terribly seductive. You don't have to think about anything here. Happiness, unhappiness, hatred and affection are not here. Only equal death lies.

So I'm sure everyone is trying to divert attention from the battlefield and still has to keep staring.

Arm him and wield purple electricity as he makes a noise. I already knew how to wave this sword while it was on the horse. It's ridiculous, but the sword is with my body, but it invites my arms into a true orbit.

- Zogi, wi.

Purple electricity is brilliant, and the treasure sword breaks the enemy's helmet and spins its brains. Something that could not be called blood or bodily fluids splashed all around him, polluting the sky.

The shock hisses like my arm can't stand it, causing pain. Unexpectedly, I distorted my eyes.

Whenever an arm is dragged by a treasure sword from earlier, some part of the body leaks a blemish. It feels like when I was a hungry ghost, when I wielded a long sword that could hardly even be lifted. I'm not waving a sword, I'm waving a feeling. It's not using weapons, it's being used for weapons.

No, you can't. Not yet. It's like it's not enough. If you want to hang your foot on something called a hero, you'll be laughed at with your nose like this.

Helt-Stanley's flash was sharper. Kalia's swing was even heavier than this. Then it is beyond that that we should reach.

"Master Rugis, the front is slightly empty, what can we do?"

Hood neck, is it the effect of cracking one of the commanders, the front line of the Catholic Church slackens? Of course, that's only a few things, and the opponent seems to be getting soldiers from behind, and because of his lightweight clothing, he moves quickly. It's not hard, but it's a flexible soldier.

Besides, even though the opponent is showing a slight breakdown, he hasn't lost this one due to the collapse. Anyway, the front line is no longer in turmoil. It is rarer to lay a decent formation.

And I say unto the soldier that hath heard while turning the tip of the spear red, it shall be decided.

"Regardless, there is only an absolute attack. Naturally, if we don't get out front, everyone in the back will have wings around their necks. Prepare those around you to storm."

I suppose so. Now me and hundreds of soldiers around me are stirring up spears and blades at the forefront of the middle of the battlefield.

As a tactic to gain victory, the crest religion devised a strategy to eat through a point in the center. It's such a tactic to get as many soldiers into the center as possible, and then move them forward even if they're damaged.

That Largdo-Ann leaked a voice that even seemed sad and said that there was only one way to do this or retreat. Then there's only one thing I can do.

The scratches made on the cheeks and on the knots hurt. The chewing tobacco I had planted in my nose was only in my mouth for a moment, causing all the pain to be distracted. My head feels clear.

"Look, don't die so easily. If you don't die, there's a good woman in the store. I'll pay you back."

When I told the soldiers around me to listen, there was a little laughter in Russia. The ones around me were the ones who fully understood the role that would die on the front lines and still be here. Some are older than me, some are younger.

Neither one of us is surprised that he was sprinkled with blood and bones when he next saw him. No, it would be more natural that way.

Take a deep breath, one. About a hundred people around us are ready to storm. And so does the fialert chant.

"Fialert, you..."

When I finished unleashing this blow, I told him to go back to the rear guard, and that's what I was going to do. Whatever you do, Fialert is a valuable magic tactic.

Put him back in the rear guard and let him rest, even in case it helps enough. I thought that was the best way to make a decision.

"- Oh, I'm the only one out there? I don't think that's mean."

Unexpectedly lip the eaten word. I found my cheeks hardened.

I narrow my eyes as I float my thoughts in my skull for a moment wondering what's going on.

But what Fialert says is also the most important thing. You should be here prepared to go to the front with her. If I have to do something, I'll just go home. That would be nothing but an insult to her.

Then I don't mind anymore.

When I said it was bad, over my back, there were signs that I nodded lightly. So Fialert says.

"You can tell me about a good store later, right? I'm looking forward to it."

Its hard voice passes right next to the neck muscle. He was a sharp voice, likely to scrape his back as it was.

It was meant to induce the soldiers to laugh, but does the fialert make sense of that joke? I'm sure it doesn't mean literally what you're looking forward to.

A slight laugh broke out of the surrounding soldier's throat again in my exchange with Fialert. I'll tell you what, this isn't really a laugh.

In that way, he slowly exhales while gently removing the strength of his shoulders. Perhaps you can rest now. One breath later, how far you can eat your enemies, that's all. Soldiers around you for only a moment, I will see their faces. Then he blinked his eyelid and sent a signal to the fialert.

From the front, the Archdiocesan soldiers are finally trying to rebuild their attitude. Just the right thing to do, frustrating the edge of it is the best thing to do. I used to remember being taught that.

- Okay, let's go pinch the battlefield.

From the throat of the fialert, a voice without a voice, a magician's brace sounds. The celebration of sorcery, one of the ultimate in rewriting the reason of the world with your own will. That rocked the world.

Moments, turbulence covers the plains.

Impossible amount of water and pressure in the plains. Enemy soldiers were drank by the sudden appearance of water, and despite being on the ground, they had a strange experience of drowning to death. In addition, the pressure of water pays off people's feet easily. The nearly rebuilt attitude has now collapsed again.

Convenience This is also the third time Fialert's battlefield magic has been used. Though she releases her voice as flat, really, she would almost be the limit itself. Still heading to the front line, Fialert says.

Then there is nothing to tell. Philos, just play the same act you did when you crushed the city trooper, again.

In anticipation of the turbulence poured into the enemy formation, which cut itself off, he said.

"Step on it, let's go - all hands, assault wih!

The frantic barbarism of the soldiers struck the battlefield. Under hectic sunlight, soldiers, run.