A Wish to Grab Happiness

A storm and thunderstorm twist up and envelop the battlefield. Clear sunlight pierced the earth as clouds temporarily cleared and forgot death and snow.

The eating of giants and dragons that have manifested themselves again over time. The result, apparently, would have been if it had ended in a giant victory.

It is no joy in itself. Karia's good face seemed to float.

But to be honest, I can't imagine this happening in itself.

A thunderbolt dragon that burns that universe too. I didn't know any more mages were on the enemy's side steering all that grand magic. At least back in the day, I've only seen about a fialert.

It sucks. I didn't know I was chewing my back teeth. I miss chewing tobacco.

Sorcery is convenient, but not easy enough to handle on the battlefield. Whatever the devil's crusade the adventurer would have done, in a massive setting called Battlefield, magic should have been only a sidekick.

At least not until a transformer of the era called Fialert shows up in the world.

I don't know what this is about. Apparently, Volvato morning wasn't just warming his nostrils when he was soggy in times of peace. I'd like my demonic co-opponents to demonstrate their diligence anyway.

I didn't know, there was a sigh. Open your mouth while keeping the soldiers behind you from understanding you. Whatever happens, it's not when you're leaning down.

"Come on, the enemy's collapsed. Let's go. Hit the sorcerer's nose pillar and break him!

Gallu Amalia large front. Put the treasure sword on your shoulder as you lead the soldiers in front of the gate. The breath coming up my throat was so hot that I didn't want to. The tension that spreads to the battlefield covers my skin.

Karia fulfilled the role I asked for, to the point of twelve minutes. Then it's my turn to respond to it. I will beat the collapsed enemy avant-garde to the point where he can't recover.

There are eight hundred defensemen led, and enemy soldiers are beyond sight. Oh, what a rush.

Keeping the treasure sword on his shoulder, he runs with the enemy avant-garde exposed to agitation. The name of the hero killer was illuminated by the sun.

A soldier's barbaric voice follows his back. It feels terribly odd that I was once the only one chasing someone, the one being chased by someone.

It didn't take long to make contact with an enemy that was close enough. I lose my sanity to the flash of a giant and wave a treasure sword at the head of a confused soldier. Lightly the man's skull crumbled off, and the blood popped out into the sky to even stretch.

Next, plunge the blade into the belly of another enemy soldier, then choke his throat off. So next, and so next, every time you take a step forward, you are blessed with the opportunity to kill someone. Cheeks and ears had already tasted many blood.

The confusion on the battlefield is horrible. An army is a controlled group, which makes it difficult to control it as soon as its footprint breaks down. None of the Volvato army's organized counter-attacks attempted to carry out more assaults.

But that doesn't mean there's no resistance. A soldier of his own army, who was sticking out a spear beside him, is abruptly slit in the throat and spits out blood.

It was casual to the extent that I spit a little. But he stopped talking about anything.

If you turn your gaze to the front, you'll see soldiers running away from their normal uniforms. Wearing strange armor, the behavior is agile to the point of being unusual. Nor does it belong to a regular soldier to deal with weapons.

Magic armored soldiers. They're already starting to get on the front line, which is supposed to be withheld from Zhongwei. Apparently, the commander decided that the avant-garde could not support him.

Magic armored soldiers, while dressed in a wide variety of uniforms, many of them possess the same arsenal as ordinary soldiers.

A magical armored soldier who did all he could to create a piece of magic. It was ironic because its best means of combat they choose is a flesh-bomb battle that scatters the same blood, meat and brains as normal soldiers.

Magic armor makes them lift their athletic abilities and at the same time make them forget even fear. Just a common soldier becomes a monster with no teeth, such as a regular soldier. The higher the mage the owner, the greater the effect.

He was a wonderful, terrible petten. So much so that I want to clap my hands and drink.

Breathe in and stop breathing. In front of me, I saw a magic armored soldier waving up a battle axe. I opened my eyes, stepped out to keep my body in the treasure sword, and that's how I drew a line in my sight.

I saw a line like that, bouncing off a battle axe to be swung down and choosing the enemy's neck muscles as it momentum. It will never be easy to do, but the sword is really easy, but it sounds like a blade.

Really, I'm wondering if the treasure sword is talking to me with a will. I want to give you back even one of the jokes, but if you're exchanging swords and words on a boulder, you won't be spared the freak's slander.

To such a selfish imagination, my cheeks loose. Next thing I knew, I was waving the blade through the lines I drew in my eyes. The cutting edge of the treasure sword eats away the neck of the magic armored soldiers. The armor was pulling funny.

When the end demon of the Magic Armor covers the battlefield, the enemy forces stop again now with a slight upset. I exhaled and then headed to my own soldiers to tell them.

"Oh, run! I'm going next. If you stop the leg, you think you're gonna die!

The next step was to withdraw to Daimon while harassing him. Things are like that. The Volvato army is quick to regain control of what should be called a boulder elite. To the extent that it collapsed once, it didn't seem to be a total collapse.

More than that, it's dangerous for boulders. Soldiers in their own armies will also die one after another.

And if you cut off the front line somewhat, it will take some time to move to the siege. That was also supposed to cover the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu, who was moving for me as a guerrilla force.

Too much effect as a first fight. Undisputed, that's what I could have said. A treasure sword made violet electricity jump to react to magic.

- In the eye, a slight blunt light plundered. Vision. Fast demon bullets fly wild. None of them are one, more than one. Try to crawl my blind spot and come closer.

One size at a time is slightly larger than the fingertip. It was running through the hollow, emitting a dull light like iron. Some are on straight tracks, some are on curved tracks, just common.

As a target, I guess it's just that you're targeting me.

Definitely, a hand-worked magician.

Even with a tongue pounding in my chest, I had a sort of relief from the sight. No, I even thought you used to come here.

Whatever, it's what I do. I don't feel good about it being so easy. I'm in the mood for invisible pitfalls.

Then I'd still feel better if you were behaving grandly, maliciously or otherwise.

Grab the treasure sword and slash off the demon bullet in the front. Multiple of them plunder their cheeks and bellies, but for some reason, they couldn't get zero blood. On the contrary, the muscles in my body were terribly hot. It's as if the blood that runs through your whole body gives you a growl.

In the midst of a barbaric voice on the battlefield, I hear a singing voice.

"- Don't be a wolf! It's downward manoeuvre. Not enough to take a few assaults or anything!

The Lord of voices was a thin, then sharply contoured man. Soldiers around us, and military outfits that are different from magic armored soldiers. Besides, the sound of his voice on horseback is exactly what the commander does. To see the decorations, it would be a general, or a human being with the right status.

The moment I put the man in my sight, I decided to be ready instantly and let my legs run. The clogging place, the readiness to die and the lowest readiness to spit to kill your own soldiers.

- Kill. If you could kill an enemy commander here, you deserve ten thousand dollars.

Even if I die, Gallu, Amalia still has Kalia. He is not the enemy of Kalia, such as a large army that lost one of its commanders early and was shattered in morale.

This is the best. This is the least of the dead. I'm sure of that.

Assault, five of the troops died as soon as possible. Before the threat of the magic armored soldiers, it became just an unspeakable piece of meat without even being able to cope.

But you can't stop. Stops breathing, slaps and slashes purple electricity at enemy soldiers as they open their eyes.

When I tapped into the skull of a magical armored soldier, believed to be a guard, at the bottom of the pattern, something mixed with black and red broke through the universe. My face is dirty again and I no longer know what's on it.

The soldiers are getting less confused. The commander's voice is heard right there.

At the end of the rain of blood, I saw a man sitting on the horse.

- I'm sorry, but you have to die here once. You just have to kill me next.

He tightened his armpit and waved the treasure sword up in a straight line, and then shook it off in a hanging manner. An enemy horse gave him a hiss equal to a scream.

Large amounts of blood wet the surrounding soldiers, the ground and the universe as well. A wonderful battlefield masterpiece, there it was.