A Wish to Grab Happiness

The roaring thunderbolts and the roaring sounds of demon bullets. Flaming Terminator that disappears to spare.

The joyful roar of demonic coexistence came, as to be confused by that concertation.

Some subhumans are like adding a human body to a bird's head, while others are aliens who have made the eagle immense as it is. Some even spoke ancient languages through lizard scales.

Instead of fitting into the unity of the whole thing, we gathered strong individuals. Maybe that's right to call it a herd, not an army. There was a wide variety of demonic warcraft here.

But if we obey the name of future generations, there is one way to call this.

Oriental Demon Army.

The Demon Army stormed with a tall roar from the hill. It was against the village, and against the Volvato army led by Mastigios.

I can't tell them the difference between military personnel and those who don't. Especially the demons gathered in the presence of the great demon Vrilligant, hate the species of special humans. It can be an inborn habit or an acquired one, but only in common in that respect.

That's why I have no prospect.

"-Ga, ah!? What, whoa!

The most sacrificed was one of the sorcerers who was on the side of burning the village. There is no magic here that can judge him for being one of us. All enemies, kill them all. Good feathers.

I kill you because I hate you. I'll kill you because I passed right in front of you. Only that degree of thought was enough for them to bring to the battlefield.

Next, dozens of nearby Volvato soldiers were killed. Humans were not strong enough to easily take an unintentional demonic assault. People's flesh is eaten away like a blubber cloth, screaming on the ground.

In fact, there are few things that humans excel at than demonization. If you look at it only in units called individuals, it would be demonic to call it an outstanding race.

If there is a stronger side to human beings than demonization, then it is not personality, but its militarity.

"- I command thee. Madness is madness, madness is sanity. Come on, be a monster."

Behind the body of a Volvato soldier who died in one breath as a result of demonic assault. Trying to step over the corpse of his comrade, the magic armored men stepped out simultaneously and set up arms. The formation was already in place.

Covering the perimeter is the infectious magic of the sorcerer Eileen. That place that burns the bottom of the soldier's heart and doesn't even make him remember it as a piece of fear or anything. My companion was slaughtered in front of me and his steps remain the same.

Besides, the strength of infectious witchcraft was not the same thing. If we see it in the framework of war, it is mobility that is worth it.

As long as the Concentration and Orientation compass is held, the Commander can immediately move the Army with one of his own will, which is also like a limb.

It is easy to imagine how much advantage it will create on the battlefield. Exactly. Whatever her skill as a magician, she is one of the leading talents in Volvato as a field commander.

That doesn't change when you deal with demonization.

There are no different formations, just demons who storm with a single force. No one is stronger than an army that can surpass it.

A magic armored soldier crushes the thick skin that even seems to be the iron of a warcraft with multiple spears. Witchcraft veterans chase down the devil birds with their fangs.

It is the heavy rain of demon bullets unleashed by a team of magicians led by Hynd that greets them, as there was something that broke and protruded the formation somewhat.

Hynd knows exactly where Eileen is strong and where she is weak. It is only then that we will naturally know where it is easy to break.

There will be damage to the Mastigious army, no matter how long it takes. But it is overwhelmingly insignificant compared to the Demon Army. Demons can't break through that time, even if the numbers are numerous.

If that's how you got hold of him in front of you for even a moment, it's synonymous with death.

- Thunder fires scatter. The roar of the heavenly gods took the shape of a dragon and roared.

Flashing. An indisputable flashing blink that is not a metaphor.

Before the great sorcery, some burned to death, and some vanished.

A soldier takes an enemy army and a squeezed big bow kills the enemy. It is good to say that all collaboration was perfect.

After the first wave of demonic nature was eaten and killed, I saw a human on a horse. The voice of Mastigious sounds.

"I wonder if you are the Warcraft Commander. The devil ordered you to come and kill me! Be good, just like me."

Unsurprisingly, the magician on the horse returned his voice against a voice that could be thrown away.

"... the Magic General. Mastiguios-la-Borgograd!

The tight eyes seen from behind the glasses stared at Mastigious only one person, not anyone else. That's not just because the opponent is a commander. Mastigious intuited the matter.

That is a gaze he has often felt in the royal palace himself. A feeling of jealousy, envy, or being infused with malice that you don't remember. An unreasonable luxury.

I guess status is a garment for simultaneous receipt of bad feelings from someone unknown by name. Even a high-ranking mage serving the royal palace sees Mastigious with that gaze. So I knew right away. He resents himself. And his target is on his own.

Mastigios' chest is filled with something terribly unpleasant.

I have a grudge. It's not uncomfortable to be seen with your eyes. Mastigious himself has lived a life of utter resentment. No.

That's why I knew exactly how to give it back to someone like this. I couldn't help but hate that.

"Mastigious. Just because you're there, I'll have a reason to kill you"

Put down a beat, Mastigious said. I put my hand on my mouth and pretended to think.

"- Unfortunately, I don't know you. I don't even remember buying a grudge. Who are you?"

A deep wrinkle was engraved between the eyebrows of the enemy commander, and after his white eyes broke their shapes, he turned to kill. Anything that has lost its calm and reason, it all looks like this.

That's what I'm saying.

"- It's Keel-Bazarov. Die here. Spread your talent. You're not the one saving this country, you're me."

Mastigious shakes up his right arm with magic in it. The fist was filled with enough authority to kill every human being.

Let the thunderstorm bounce, and Mastigious opened his mouth.

"Wasn't it a mistake to destroy it? Little villain."

A flash smaller than earlier, then as sharp as an arrow. It was supposed to blow its appearance with glasses on, as it were. Those who have lost their calm due to provocation cannot cope with a flash of surprise.

But one step ahead. The demon bird suddenly causes its body to jump and take a lightning strike. As it was, the devil bird cried out loudly and became desperate and ashed.

Unexpectedly, Mastigious opens his eyes.

The Warcraft sheltered the humans. Such a thing cannot have been possible.

No. Is there such thing as shelter between warcraft? Such things are rare even if they were parents and children.

If so, about the time to protect the head of his own flock. When I think of it that way, the look on Mastigious's face changes. It became more rugged and vicious.

What is in the eye goes from pity to scorn, from anger to hatred. That's what I said.

"Have you sold your soul to demonization, my lord? You can't even put it on the magician's end."

"I don't think it's superior to rot and die as a human being. It wasn't Volvato who didn't choose means or ideas and told me that power and talent were everything! Someone would have done it if I hadn't done it, then I'd just do it before someone did it!

With eyes that no longer became demonic in themselves, Keel said.

A moment passes and the Mastigious army is forced to withdraw to the next demon army offense that will be poured into the next. The Demon Army continued its pursuit of that army in search of just one figure, to the point where it seemed intransigent.

That advance, day and night alike, is as if it had lost its sanity. Humans were no longer in that army.