A Wish to Grab Happiness

turns on, and a strong sound sounds. A heavy rage echoed in the Kingsguard Hall in front of the Royal Palace of the Volvato capital.

"Restructure your troops immediately! Engineers build a protective fence and narrow the march path! There's no temporary respite!

Mastigious continues to raise his voice with the momentum of not swinging his shattered arms as he lets his dark hair poke and jump.

As he was pushed by the momentum of one, Volvato, a coalition of crests with the headquarters of the Kingsguard, continued to move.

For everyone here, the wrath of Mastigious is even salvation. Because as long as you keep following his voice, you don't have to be aware of the monster that keeps you roaring.

Hynd, the deputy secretary, says in a voice that pushed and killed emotions.

"My general. The restructuring of Units I and II has been completed. The other half of the 4,000 soldiers will be here in two hours."

"Hynd, it's an hour. I don't have time. The Demon Army will soon come to this capital. Let them fight."

"Yes, I did. We'll have the minimum in an hour."

Mastigious nodded sweating at his neck muscles saying that was good.

Even so, I don't have time. The resurrection of Vrilligant is indeed a threat. At the same time, however, both the demonic sexes who were temporarily in love were beginning to breathe momentum back into the resurrection of great beings.

If there are only small and sporadic attacks, they can be pushed out by the difference in the number of soldiers.

But not if the opponent becomes an army. Yes, the army. Over thousands of demonic armies were beginning to assemble near the capital.

Whether they were worms or not, they weren't worms. The demons who were still attacking and vandalizing the surrounding villages gathered to absorb the warcraft defeated in the capital offensive.

Apparently, some of them are close to the commander. Otherwise, demonization cannot gather soldiers. Because their instincts don't have that much of a concept of flock as an army.

The Commander is strong enough. As I was speculating on this deadly opportunity, the Improvised Demon Army was hiding what it has been so far. I don't know. Mastigios flaunts his expression. My heart was deep in my chest.

How could I have waited for a time like this?

But I didn't have time to throw up stupidity. There are many things that need to be done.

"My lord, there are constant deserters! Permission to perform the show!

Deputy Eileen rushes her legs with her breath rough. He didn't seem to unwrap his hanging arm. A frustrating, hidden voice echoes into HQ.

deserters. Hearing the words, Mastigious showed no impatience. Escaped soldiers are tough in the army. Especially like this one, the more visible the threat of the enemy, the greater its number.

All the surrounding reactions I've heard are similar. Everyone was beginning to think that they had no choice. I'm even suspicious that something like morale still exists.

"Allow. But before you do, make a declaration to the entire army - Lord Doha Sura! Lord Rugis is still waving his sword!

Doha Sura was sitting back on the couch with her hands suppressing the flank pierced by poison Junelba. Though carefree, he opens his demonic eyes to the inquiry of Mastigious.

Her cheeks were slightly raised. It's as if he's amused by the sight in front of him right now.

"Yeah, yeah. What madness. Or are you really a big guy? You're gonna stand up to that evil dragon head-on. Our Lord Rugis."

That's not false. It's the truth. Doha Sura actually sees the sight through the demonic eye. An ex-human is unlikely to face the Great Demon. What a nostalgic sight.

In the words of Doha Sura, the humans around the headquarters are enlivened by Russia. I even cheered slightly. There were little lights in the dark eyes that were about to be killed by demonic air.

There's only one thing in their minds.

Ano Monster opponents have those who are still fighting. There are enough heavenly dragons to look up to as enemies. It is also in mankind.

If he's a hero, he might be able to kill that dragon.

That was all they wanted. That's why they can still move their hands and feet. I can move even if I crawl.

Ring your fingers, says Mastigious. The wounds of the nodules were swollen.

"Here's the wording of the proclamation - everybody, face up, look at the dragon. There are still those who are fighting ahead of me. Who is he? He's a garrison, not a magician, not even a Volvato. That he's fighting for his life right now!

Every word of Mastigious had a fever that was about to burn. As wounded, as cursing the impeccable self who cannot go to battle, and as speaking to the hearts and minds of the soldiers with madness.

"Once we were deprived of our country and our dignity. If we escape here now, we will lose our country forever - our hero is still waving that blade. You're gonna stab a spear in that back! Fight. For the first time, we can return from demonic cattle to humans. Fight!

It was wonderfully voice-coloured with qualities as a general. Words that drive and run others. I caught a glimpse of the harsh nature of a human being named Mastigious.

Orders and platoon commanders rush out to speak to the Legion. Those eyes were inhabited by a kind of madness given to them by Mastigious.

"Are you sure, my general? Our lives and the lives of our soldiers, everything, are in the hands of Lord Rugis."

"Not a pleasure. If we were supposed to take soldiers, we should also be relative to Vrilligant. That's why we can only provide passive support to eliminate the Demon Army from the capital."

Mastigious himself is well aware that that is not the answer that meshed with Hynd's inquiry. Perhaps that's what Hynd told him. As a deputy, should I say what I have to say?

Sure, no matter how much Mastigious intercepts the Demon Army, if Rugis becomes the dragon's bait, it will all be over.

If, on the contrary, we have fulfilled the crusade of Vrilligant, we may be able to recapture the capital even later. Then it is also a matter of hand to take the soldiers and the citizens out of the capital once.

- But if you do that, you won't be able to call Rugis your ally again.

Besides, the battle against Vrilligant must have been a dead end. Even if you defeat Vrilligant, the Demon Army may capture you afterwards.

You can't possibly allow such imitation.

Heroes are risking their lives. Then we must do our utmost to protect the capital. Without the worry of hindsight, so that the hero can wave that sword.

Mastigious opened his mouth again and flew away.

"Eileen! Allow the use of infectious witchcraft. Together with the Improvised Demon Army, teach them how to fight magicians!

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Mount Befims. Only signs of resolute destruction were left there. Shattered rocks on the shattered mountain skin.

It is as if the mythical giant waved down its hammer.

Dropping silver-haired hair and breathing, Karia wiggled a black scarlet.

"- I told you I can't add or subtract. Your fate and your actions couldn't have been imitated to distort everything."

With that in mind, the amber eyes blinked that had become only one. Laboul, who was devoured half of his body and no longer left only his upper body and part of his face, raised a voice that was not a voice.

"... Flim, of Surat... in the original, faint. Immediately…"

Gear Rabour was trying to whine about something with a body that could no longer even breathe. Karia listened to the voice as she held back both hands and feet remembering the paralysis.

"Kalia...... Bird...... It's no longer... everything, it's too late. He... looked at it, so"

Kalia's silver eyes were slightly opened.