A Wish to Grab Happiness

Two days have passed.

Gallu Amalia Great Castle Gate. Eastbound, it brushes its fangs as much as possible to intercept the Volvato army from the front as it continues westward. Reinforce the walls, build a fence, build a position, and wait for the soldiers to exhale their white breath.

But how meaningful would that be? The great army wonders if the enemy will reach 40,000. That's also just elite with witchcraft. To any servant of the soldiers, I had such thoughts.

A large number of hearts are punching, punching and pulsing. If you bring your body closer to the ground, isn't that the only way you're going to hear footsteps?

The soldiers had a hunch. It was reported from the scouts a few hours ago that he was about to show up.

A few minutes later, in front of the castle gate, was the moment when everyone in the soldiers so deployed at the castle gate hurried and swallowed their spit.

And with the rising sunlight, came his. Try to crush the earth full of light.

"... I'm here, I'm here. Here they come. Wow! The Volvato invaders!

I don't know whose voice it was. It was because so many things shouted. But the words the voice uttered are true.

A magic vet drives a heavy body, cutting ahead and roaring. The magic armored soldiers drove the battlefield in a hellish manner, followed by the elites.

The undisputed foremen of the nation. They are not mercenaries or the kind of guards that are treated between urban states. A group good at eating and killing others, not in self-defense.

Volvato's Demon Leader.

"Dear Kalia! Enemy, they're here. We're about to catch them.

One of the Troop Leaders raises a report to Commander Takaria. He himself knew very well that his voice was anxious without any help.

I have no choice. No matter how much mindset you have, if you have a great army in front of you, it's not a story. The battle begins now betraying the lives and deaths of themselves and their soldiers. Kill enemies and your allies are killed. Naturally, his mouth was dry and he had a paralyzing tremor on his spine and fingertips.

However, the Force Leader sees the side of his own commander and forgets his paralysis.

Karia-Birdnick had loosened his cheeks as if to see something loving. No, you might as well say you were looking at it.

Let the silver hair gush into the wind. From above the castle gate, Kalia looks down upon the enemy army. I didn't know, I was sighing. Cover your mouth and hide your grin.

For the Kingdom of Garrist, the Volvato Morning is also a virtual enemy. Kalia and I learned a lot about the species and the nature of military action.

According to this, the Volvato army is not extra adept at neat marching and marching due to the presence of its wide variety of military species. It was also common to have corporals who sometimes carried out arbitrary detachments.

But the march now before us is more beautiful than any army inscribed in the record of the past. The marching speed is so fast that I think it's unusual, and even if we continue to win, the morale of the soldiers will loose, as if it were a censorship ceremony.

It was just great. If it's something that involves the military, Kalia thinks he wants to lead a soldier like that once.

Volvato Morning Demon General, Mastigious-La-Borgograd. I've never met him face to face, but Kalia is convinced that he's so full of leadership.

That's how I thought at the same time, I'm glad Fialert wasn't here. Karia also had a degree of compassion that she didn't want to show like your father died.

"... Dear Kalia, the enemy"

To the words of the troop leader, Fukalia regains her sanity. I said with a silver eye glowing and a strong tone of voice.

"Oh. This is all the march. Not just from the front. Send out a signal to keep the other side on high alert. And stay away."

The overwhelmed troop leader takes a step as he tilts his stern face. At the same time, Karia laid out the sword. Black scarlet is illuminated by the sun and shaken by demons. Scarlet wrapped its black, which seemed to be a crucible of chaos.

Squad leader, that's how everyone in the soldiers took their breath. I don't know what this is, but the way it looks is too demonic. It doesn't seem human. First, that great sword itself, which Kalia wields, was not as human beings wield.

The captain had heard of it.

The upper echelons of crest teachings, especially the three maidens who follow the heroes, say that everyone has powers beyond human intelligence. That's what it's like to be a myth.

A glimmer of light falls on the Volvato army as Kalia waves up the Great Sword. Falling zero from heaven, it roars as loud as lightning, and I bark as the champion of the sky.

The most important factor that caused the cities to fall. Mastigious opened his jaw that the spirit of witchcraft had become a thunderbolt and swallowed Galuamaria as well.

From the soldiers' point of view, it was like a dragon of indisputable heritage. roaring thunderbolts that only God can handle, and attacking them as thunderbolts.

Many have a feeling of death before lightning. The sight was too cruel for people to resist.

A demon thunderbolt approached the Garou Amalia Castle Gate. The great sorcery becomes the dragon of thunder and devours the soldiers, roaring that they will not penetrate the castle gate intact.

But from a giant's point of view, dragons and other big lizards.

"- Sorry, but there's a guy behind it. I won't let any of you through."

Karia leaked her exhale and no longer rattled her teeth with a grin of the demonic nature itself. The principle of sleeping on the inside, pulsating and responding to its voice.

A primitive is an endless desire, made the supreme desire of that person. It is close to instincts that are inherently tied together in rational chains.

I want to be stronger than anyone else, I want to protect my people, I want to make you mine. For the first time, the primitive is born when such a rooted desire crushes chains and locks and even distorts the reason of the world.

Kalia shakes up the black scarlet and identifies the thunderbolt dragon with her eyes. The Great Sword roared the surrounding space and roared after a moment.

"O my ancestors, king of giants. Beat the dragon to the earth with its feat - the original unlock" The Myth of the Giant "(Flimslat)"

Shortly thereafter, the black scarlet is shaken. Ancient myths themselves flashed against thunderbolts.

That is exactly, a reproduction of the Divine Age, where giants and dragons still existed on the earth. A thunderous dragon twists open his jaw at the blow of ruin unleashed by the giant.

clashes and a moment of antagonism that seems forever. There was such a shock that the heavens tore apart and the cloud sky of death and snow could fly as it were.

But sad, I guess. Now these two are just one true myth, one human imitation. That way there is a pure history that can go on more than in ancient times.

Man can't beat God. Whoever breaks God, whatever time it is, is God himself.

Decisions come naturally. The flash of black scarlet became a torrent and ate the thunderbolt, controlling the sky as it was.

A giant is the ultimate in arrogance, yet has the power to be allowed to do so. The flash of black scarlet roared wildly, eating a corner of the Volvato army.

Volvato soldiers, and even Galuamarian soldiers, were so blinded by the sight of that moment. What I would not have experienced in my lifetime is happening now in front of me. His heart palpitated violently at the shock, and his thoughts stiffened.

That moment when you no longer know what's right and what's even the devil. Only one thing, silver barked.

"-Go. Tell them which one is on the hunting side and which one is on the eating side, my valiant!

A giant blows the decree as he treats the blackscarlet sword like part of his body. Only the order entered the blank soldier's chest.

The Volvato army, devoured of some of the formations and pitifully disoriented, is visible in front of us.

An indisputable opportunity. The captains couldn't have missed it. As the Gallu Amalia soldiers raised their voices, they made their legs run and bravely began the assault. To crush and scatter enemies, even if it's a small solution.

A little bit of this would also allow us to eat the Volvato army. Karia, thinking so, lowered her hips on the spot.

A large amount of sweat is covering my forehead. Physical saving was lifting. There were signs of systemic blood flow causing paralysis. My throat is terribly hot.

Even so, Karia just cared about one man in her thoughts. Blood is telling us what he's doing.

My lips, I missed you oddly. Karia was calling out the name of the man, exhaling in glossy exhalation.

Demon Wars. Among other things, the Gallu Amalia defense battle, which adorns the fierce battle, made the sound of the beginning here.