A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the battlefield, the light drinks, and the thunderous noise rings. As soon as the dazzling light wrapped around him, a thunderous dragon shaped by magic was opening his jaw.

The Demon Army doesn't have the maneuverability to just avoid it. All they know is to move on. Therefore, lightly, many soldiers were devoured by the power of thunder.

Concerto of colour and roar. With an unlikely output to man, he beats his enemies to death with the murderous intent he has created. All I'm saying is this is the battle of true magicians.

Mastigious-la-Borgograd's vigour was amazing. Swallow the Demon Army with its jaws, and be driven back and crush the Sang enemy.

It is good to say that the outnumbered Demon Army was attacking the Mastigious Army precisely because of one of his generals. How brave were those around you to wave the arms of a thunderstorm on the front line at times with soldiers and deputies?

Everyone in the Demon Army even began to terrorize a magician named Mastigious. Repeating the battles of the day, Sang-gu does not have a shortness of breath of magic.

Maybe if everything stayed the same, humans would have won over the Demon Army.

That's all the threats the Mastigious Mage had.

- That's what even demons have to look like. Everything could have worked out. Good.

"... oh, oh. Do it, Na. If only I hadn't been born human. Nah."

Demon Man, poison Junelba sees his prey as he eats in with the eyes of a raptor as he looses his bird face to a full breeze. With the bird's hand, he was grabbing the neck muscle. Blood has fallen from the prey, breathing, but he is no longer conscious.

Yes, I still have breath. Junelba admires it unexpectedly. With the exception of Altia, he was undoubtedly the highest magician in sight.

"Ga...... ah, g"

But that doesn't mean we're going to fight demons. Mastiguios is wounded and bleeding all over his body, but on the other hand Junelba only left some burnt marks on his feathers.

No. Still, it would be commendable for Junelba.

It is impossible to tell a demon who is inherently devastated that even a human being will be slightly scratched.

So that the sword does not make sense to the typhoon, so that it cannot withstand the flood. The fact that he scratched it is no longer out of the realm of man and closer to the devil.

In other words, since the age of mythology, I have been conceiving the mystery of the ground in my body. Something like, for example, a sword created by God, or a glory of the brave.

Junelba laughed a lot with his mouth. A vivid grin that is not a mockery.

Perhaps the humans had not forgotten their fear of the great demons and demons even after Altia's death. It is for this reason that we have created brave men, drilled magic, and carefully and politely performed the art of fighting demons.

Considering that Altia was the only one who was scratched by demons in the past, I'm sure that could be called progress.

That's why Junelba laughs out loud, and that's how he growls his mouth like he's tired of it.

It is a sign of abomination. It is good to say that the worm spit ran. Apart from admiration for Mastigious, it was also a contempt for a species called humanity.

Yes, he would be the highest magician. There is no mistake in that. If I told you, that didn't even extend to a demon like him.

Drop it. Stacked with hundreds of years, it still doesn't even take a fingertip on Altier. Even so, I kept enjoying peace for a long time. Aren't the humans who live now like the featherworms that many of them gather in Altia's carcasses?

That was tough on Junelba. Because I was defeated and that's how there was the only person I respected. I can't help but look ugly with all the people I don't have enough to take now.

Junelba hated humans more than he did before, but the feeling of running in his body now is another thing apart from disgust.

"Dear Junelba, May I?"

A man like that, who simmered ugliness, called out to Junelba. Junelba could barely hear the human voice, but with that attitude someone knew.

"Oh my God. I don't want to die. Oh, you don't have time for this."

Just one magician, who was pushing the front back? Junelba says to poke his faults and moves the Raptor's eyes slightly. It's irritating, so much so that I'm likely to wear my skin just because of its gaze.

But at the end of his sight, Keel-Bazarov opened his mouth with a strange grin.

"As I said. I can't even argue with that. That's why I want you to have the opportunity to recover from your loss."

"Aha?

It was only a moment when Junelba opened his eyes to a keel that did not break his attitude like it contained something. Numerous bird sounds split my ear.

The birds for reporting were a sign that they were beginning to fly over Junelba. A few discuss a unique language, one sums up the story, and that's how he tells Junelba.

"- Report, report! In the Volvato capital, a new demon manifestation, a demon manifestation!

Of course Keel exposed his reaction to that report, even Junelba, who had even shown some frustration. The feathers twitch slightly and the blood veins jump.

Demon Man manifestation. Now, was there such a man in this day and age? Junelba shrugged so honestly in his chest.

A demon is simply a man of the original, if you will. Those who, with their tremendous desires and spirit, can distort even the reason of this world. Monsters eroding the real world through their own spiritual world.

A formerly divine Great Demon is a being that binds its demons and sometimes gives them the original and creates demons. Great demon. Many demons must have been created by the Great Demon.

But now, there's no way I can afford to create a demon in Vrilligant right now. That's what Junelba the Demon understands best.

That said, it is hard to imagine that in an age when demons are so thin, demons occurred naturally. Then the answer was already one.

My beloved demon - Rabul used the original. That's most likely. Though I don't understand all the Rabul scriptures with Junelba. It is very likely that she is the cause of something called karma or fate.

"... I don't have a choice. Oh, man."

Junelba returns his gaze to Keel emotionally. Really, it was a gaze that looked down on something that didn't matter. Keel received that gaze like he was used to.

"Whatever you don't know. So if you can't return the stigma, die."

Junelba shakes up his big wings as he throws out the mastigious on the spot. There were no more shards of interest in this place. He leads his own people, flying in the sky with our faces, without omitting the battlefield.

The leftover battlefield was miserable.

The Mastigious army, which continued to brave warfare against its demonic opponents, a third of them dissolved in the poison of Junelba. There was no time to retreat, swallowed by a tsunami of poisons coming from person to person one after another, and many magicians and beasts died.

If that happens, most of the bodies will no longer be left. The stench of rotten meat and the odd smell of burnt bones continue to linger on the battlefield.

That's how the three magicians kept the front.

Magic General Mastigious and his deputy Heind, Eileen. They are no longer safe. The flesh and magic are crushed by the demon Junelba. It was a miracle it wasn't deadly.

That's how this battlefield ends.

Ode Warfare in the Battle of the Volvato Great Demon. The clash between the Demon Army and mankind ended in defeat on the part of mankind just because of the presence of a united demon.

The Lord Army of Volvato, the Mastigious Army, will suffer the havoc of half destruction, and the Magic General, Mastigious, will also become captive.

This is where the Volvato morning is said to have lost a massive resistance force and to have fallen completely demonic.

This report was also to be delivered to the Catholic Church, and thus to the new kingdom of Garrist, led by Philos and Mattia.