In this battle, it's easy for me to be entrusted with the management of Baldinak as a Doctor of Demons.
It is to follow the battlefield, manipulate Baldinak, a loving work, and see that enemy soldiers are ravaged by overwhelming violence.
"Mr. Hürluck, what's going on with Baldinak?"
"I've had my first peel, so it's evolving even more. Hey, that's my masterpiece!"
Speaking to me peeking into Baldinak's vision and the crystal that goes through is Gired, an assistant First Corps leader, a magnificent man with gray hair all-back.
Among the many young demon king armies, one of the few elderly, he speaks in a mild tone that makes him feel spared.
"It's a superimposition. If you call it a masterpiece, you can think of keeping the front a little longer."
"Yeah. But I don't know how the other kids got screwed. And skewers, skewers! You're so cruel!"
That wizard who manipulates dirt magic has wiped out a normal-sized baldinac.
Exactly, in the old Baldinac, we didn't seem to be able to react to magical attacks from the ground.
I can't help it, I feel like it, but it doesn't change my regrets.
"Is that better than that? Even if you evacuate Armilla with the Second Legion Commander."
"You two are an important force of war for our species. Regardless, Mr. Armilla will have to be stopped here because Mr. Korga literally fights until he dies. We can't just let them die for nothing."
"... well, I guess I could just do the least I could do to stop the brave"
Koga, the Second Legion leader, and Armilla, his men, the former Third Legion leader, were each fighting with the brave men, but Ms Gired, an assistant First Legion leader, a magnificent demon, had issued directives to avoid and evade the battle with the brave men.
Though they did a good job as a result of stopping the two brave men, the over-eyed stump for us - to the Second Legion leader, it's almost arbitrary.
"At least if the Third Army Commander hadn't been caught..."
"Her captivity was unexpected for this one too"
At a time like this, I think it would be better if you had Hannah, the new Legion Leader, who doesn't seem to have a tearful personality.
If she had a better outside but a blacker inside, the war would have turned better, but she had been captured by humans.
Those who have reported, "The Black Winged Devil has grabbed it!" or "I was grabbed by a healing wizard flying in the sky!" enough to make an unexplained report, so by then I can see if there is so much confusion in the battlefield that lacks a third regiment leader.
"Thanks to you, only the First Corps Assistant Commander is in command."
"No, if you just take command, I can do enough. But you can't say how good the war is now."
"That's right."
Whimpering like other personnel, but now that the brainwashing of the Third Army Commander's opponents' soldiers has been unraveled, the other side is gradually bringing it back together.
"... the forthcoming battle will be a war of attrition. Mr. Hürluck, please tell each captain to hit the demon as much as possible and stand around for as little sacrifice as possible."
Copy that.
When I wrote down the pen on the paper at hand and conveyed it, I bracketed the text on the Glowolf collar I had taught for the conveyance I had refrained from nearby and sent it to the captains.
As I drop that off, I notice that Mr. Gired, who is nearby, is whining about something.
"It would be best if we could win with the force as it is... but if that is not possible, we must prepare ourselves at a minimum before the Demon King can make a cut..."
"What's wrong with the Demon King?"
……
Mr. Gired, who kept his mouth shut with a serious expression.
His gaze was a big tornado emitting a different presence on the battlefield - an eye for the magic of the non-standard wind, made by the First Army Commander.
... I don't think you can answer that, and let me ask you another question.
"Are you worried about the First Army Commander?"
"Yes, it's a battle against the opponent that Nero calls his enemy."
As he meditated his eyes, he continued to whine and mouth the words.
"Probably..."
"Hmm?"
"Perhaps, when the battle of Dear Nero is over, this battle will decide…"
... What do you mean? Only two demons and a human battle are over, and the war is over?
At that time I tried to pursue him with surprise, the footage shown on the crystal that made Baldinak's vision shared sway tremendously.
At the tip of Baldinak's nose, a boy in mixed white and black clothes and a woman with a white spear had landed.
"Hmm?"
The next moment I recognized those two, the crystal that made Baldinak share his sight reflected the sight of a chunk of ice being slammed after a boy had thrust in with unusual momentum.
Vision flips, Baldinak is beaten to the ground, and Baldinak's body is restrained by the magic of manipulating the soil.
... Baldinak is still alive.
I won't be hit to this extent... but I won't...!
"These humans are not too barbaric...?"
When I was shown something that was unrealistic, I had to squeal like that.
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The battle you've been waiting for, when it comes to it, sounds good.
Having fought with Rose in the tornado I created myself, I even threw out my responsibilities as First Army Commander and even concentrated my consciousness on the fight.
The way a healing wizard named Rose fights is terribly simple.
Use everything around you to stop beating the enemy.
... It's like just asking and you know how to fight, but that's a pain in the ass.
"Olah!"
"Mmmm...!"
Rose's swinging fist plunders her cheeks.
Though pierced through his own wrapped wind armor, he flips his sword and tries to cleave an empty torso, but it is bounced with the other hand and diverted.
A technique that allows human detached reflex nerves to form that can strike the belly part of the sword precisely.
Avoid attacks, bounce them, sometimes crush their exits, and continue their offense as they chop up their surroundings.
"You're no different, you are……!"
"Ha, that's a mistake!"
Whenever the wound is healed by healing magic, Rose's body is engraved with a new wound by the blade of the wind.
But that's not because Rose was inevitable.
From the beginning, she doesn't even intend to avoid a blade of wind that would slash the thin skin.
"You must be the one trying to cross with me, relying on an unusual recovery!"
"In the first place, if you think you can kill me with that level of aggression, you're making a big mistake!"
That was the case in previous battles.
Attacks by the Devil's Sword and without avoiding anything other than an attack deemed dangerous --rather trying to launch an attack while being subjected to it.
That, too, is what we do shortly after we decide that magic via the Devil's Sword has no special effect.
Until now, I don't know anyone else who's horrible.
"Huh...!"
Approaching such a distance that the movement of the sword is restricted, she persists in rolling out her limbs and attempts to break through the armor of the wind.
The fact is, if you take her offense in a row, even the armor of the robust wind will be torn.
But it wasn't dawn on training without thinking about it with me.
He wraps the magic of the wind around his left hand and waves it to pierce it --but before that, Rose crushes the onslaught with tremendous momentum.
!
"Shiraku...! Shiraku! Hey, it looks like Temehe still only uses small moves!"
The cheeks cut with the knife heal in an instant, zeroing a self-derisive grin on her as she roughly provokes.
"Little tip, don't tell me...!"
The impact went through but no scratches.
As he glances back, he creates multiple swirls of small-scale wind waving his arms and sends them from his cheeks to Rose, who is bleeding.
But Rose just said she didn't want to go through with it, and the kicking up of her leg made it all go away.
That healing wizard - a move that worked for Usat, but doesn't it make sense for her opponent?
Switch your thoughts and make a run for it before she sticks her fist out.
Reinforce with all your might the wind armor that wraps you around as you clash and move on to hitting each other's forearms, competing directly from the front with Rose's suspicious power.
"Again, you're strong"
"Did you come here to say that?"
Rose, who forced her to push me only with her arms, raises her right leg high and slaps her heel straight to the ground.
"Olah!"
Along with a misperceived vibration as an earthquake, the ground where Rose shook her right leg down cracks into the spider's nest and the scaffold disintegrates.
While maintaining balance with the wind, Rose, who was diving into her nostrils at some point, waved her sword across her side, slammed her heavily squeezed right arm against her chest.
———!
My vision flips and I dance in the sky.
Were you launched into space with your fists...!
"Why, no!"
Position yourself in the air, rose under your eyes, releasing successive blades of invisible wind.
In contrast, Rose runs on the ground avoiding an attack, as if he were seeing a blade of wind.
A blade of wind slammed to the ground chops the ground in blocks, lifting it by the magic of the wind, transforming the battlefield.
"How dare you avoid me!"
Perhaps we avoid it only with a slight flow of air and a sensation.
As if, driven by the mood relative to the beast left to instinct, Rose realizes that she is about to approach this way, throwing something, and responds with a sword.
"... rubble!"
It should be child deception and mockery, but the rubble was thrown with Rose's arm power, even the rubble.
A direct hit would pierce my wind armor and empty the wind hole.
Seriously, it's scarier than magic.
As I continue to land the impending debris with my sword, Rose punctures my magically raised fist on the ground and throws it straight at me with only his arm.
"Oh, my God!"
You have to crush me or I'll break it both ways.
Ahead, Rose, who was responsible for an even bigger rock mass, jumped and was about to slap this way -
"Crush it."
……!
A rock mass strikes directly so that it is completely punched into the void and crushed from the top.
Rose, who expands and defends the wind armor to its fullest, but builds up to beat even more rock masses, all in vain, punches in with his fists.
"... you can't beat me just by force!
Free the wind armor only for a moment to create a gap, wave the sword into a horizontal fist, and chop up the rock mass.
Rise from a rock mass that has been turned into rubble so that you can play it.
"You really are a shitty bastard."
"Isn't that mutual?"
Return sarcasm to Rose for landing on the ground.
A feeling sharpened by physical abilities far above the Demonic Nation, combined with the element of healing magic, creates a presence that transcends the boundaries of man: Rose.
"Is a disciple named Usat the same (...) as you?"
"... oh, I guess so. You've grown a little different from me... but you'll outgrow me one day."
To stop me, the boy who came forward by himself, Usato.
He found out what he was trying to buy time for, but still, I made up my mind.
If you feel like it, you won't be able to compete in an instant.
Although immature, he was, indeed, a disciple of Rose.
……
I had an apprentice, too.
Armilla Bergret.
After being driven by obsession, he was unable to carry out a busy training, a gifted apprentice.
How strong would she have been by now if she had coached and done so, not abandoning her role as a master, to her talented enough to meet the same skill as me almost on her own?
I know it's too late for that, but I had to think of Rose that way when I saw her apprentice.
"Don't you hate me?"
"Ah?"
"I'm the one who killed your men and took that right eye. And despite that, hatred doesn't feel dust from you."
Since this battle began, Rose has not seen any feelings of hatred.
You must be angry. Well, she's always like angry while we're fighting.
But against me for all that trouble, she was fighting without disturbing her heart. That was incomprehensible to me.
"Sure, what Temehe did is unforgivable. Anyway, you let my most trusted men die the way you joked about it."
"Nevertheless, why did you..."
"Ugh."
The response to that word was so intense a fist that it was impacted through.
The shock resulting from a piercing blow penetrates the wind armor and causes dull pain in the abdomen.
"... ugh!?"
"You're not in love, you mess. This whole thing with Temeh is over in me. Don't involve me in Temé's desire for a reason to fight."
Rose, staring sharply, lowers her fist, drifting the magical power of healing like smoke.
What's the blow? Even though the blow was prevented, only the impact came through. So...!?
"I don't know. That's it for the questions. Come on, come on, Nero Argens. That pitiful face will be beautifully dented."
Soon Rose, who paid for the blood on his hands, turned to a caged eye of strong will that was no different than before.