Dungeon Defense (WN)

As soon as the liaison officer finished, Veled ran away. Zephyr and I followed him directly. Seeing the footsteps echoing behind his back, the other Demon Kings seemed to be running late, realizing what the dispatcher had said.

It was raining. The land became a muddy field. We jumped forward, frying the mud. My body was drenched in the rain, but that wasn't the point.

There are troops that make their way through the rain and bloodstream to escape their seriousness. An undead monster.

“Oh my God, Barbatos! ”

I was appalled at the face of Captain Zephyr, who seemed to have made a solemn expression all his life.

“We have to stop him now! I can't believe you just barged into the 1st platoon for five grand! ”

“Let's just attack like this! ”

The Demon King behind him shouts. I closed my eyes in the rain so I couldn't see my face for a moment. Commander Zephyr shouts.

“The enemy is 30,000, and we are not even 20,000! You want me to march on an enemy with an army? Suicide is on your own. ”

Thunder strikes. Commander Zephar's voice is buried. Shit, it was bad weather. I wanted to rest comfortably because I took down any nearby city, but the monsters complained that the city was uncomfortable. They're beasts.

I didn't need to talk anymore anyway. We ran towards the undead monsters. I thought there was some kind of commotion. The monsters were swarming all over the place.

Fortunately, an army of undead monsters has just stopped to get out of the camp. It was interrupted by Brother Veled, who was eating in front of the procession.

Brother Veled was arguing with Barbatos for a long time, but it was worth watching the giant and the girl scream at each other.

Or should I say roar...... A girl was hitting a giant unilaterally. With fists and kicks, Veled's shin slammed into his thighs. As you approach them, you hear a conversation through the rain.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way, bitch! ”

“ ……. ”

“Son of a bitch! Get out of my way! ”

Apparently, Barbatos' numbers were extremely high. Each fist had considerable destructive power. And yet, Veled says nothing and accepts Barbatos' beating in silence. He looks forward, regardless of the rain that flows on his face.

“Yi, yi...! ”

Barbato summoned the sickle. Armor like her symbol. Barbatos screams as he draws his weapon.

“Get out of here, before I soak you up! ”

“ ……. ”

“You think I can't do it? ”

She was really keen to wield the sickle. Commander Zephyr hurriedly intervened between the two of them. He said with his arms spread out.

“We cannot launch, Barbatos. ”

“Did these bastards suck the pills from the group... What, you can't? I'm the commander!”

“There is no army that fights to annihilate. ”

Brother Veled opens his mouth in the back.

“Fight well, even if you fight well. If we keep this up, we're going to end up like that little Zephyr kid. Commander, this is not it. ”

“That's right.”

Commander Zephyr succeeded. My hair is drenched with rain. Not only that. Brother Veled, the other Demon Kings and Barbatos were wet.

“The President was always so cold. Now is the time to cool off. A battle without a plan can produce nothing. ”

“The whole plan is over! ”

Barbato cries out.

“The cause has fallen. Zephyr, all that's left now is a dog fight-what's left for a lost warrior? It's just a slaughtering machine. It slaughters bitches out there looking down on us! ”

“Mr. Barbatos...! ”

“The piglets of the mountain tribe are now upon us for their collaborative arrogance! ”

A girl's scream-like voice echoes through the rain and thunder.

“War is our pride. Bitches are trying to ruin it by stepping on it with their ugly pig feet! Would you allow it? Dearly beloved sons of bitches! I'm asking you. I mean, can you allow it? ”

“ ……. ”

No one could answer a cry filled with tears. It wasn't because I didn't agree. They were all the same. But if you cooperate with it now, it will all be over...... Not the dream of continental bees, not even your life.

Barbato glances around. Knowing that no one is answering, her expression becomes more and more deformed. Barbatos' face, once an impregnable fortress... has been destroyed.

There was rain on the girl's face. But I wasn't sure if it was really rainwater at the moment. Soon, the scythe falls from her clutches. Her armor has never fallen from any desperate battle, plunged into the mud powerlessly.

“Ah, ah... ”

At that moment, I grabbed hold of the cloak, just as Brother Veled and Brother Zephar had promised each other. Then you surround Barbato. The cloak flutters like a tent, blocking Barbato from being seen.

Beyond the red cloak, you hear a girl crying.

“Ahh, ahh… ugh…. ”

The leader of the Flatfish should be the strongest Demon King at his own expense.

The greatest Demon King is the first Baal of the sequence.

The most powerful Demon King is the second-place Agares.

The wisest Demon King is the third Batago.

However, the most sturdy Demon King, always on the front line ― never breaking his flag, never stopping his footsteps, and never ceasing to shout frequently, was the eighth Demon King, at any time, who pushed all the magicians' backs and led them to the continent.

Barbato, the immortal king.

“Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... ”

That's why Barbato shouldn't cry. She shouldn't be crying. She was a former warlord who aspired to conquer the continents before she was a warrior, and a Demon King who still aspired to become one. Crying out of desperation means that all the magic systems that have bled so far are frustrated.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh, ugh… ah…. ”

Veled and Zephyr glance forward, shrouded behind their cloaks, as if they didn't see anything. Neither were we. We turned our backs on Barbatos. I just looked outside.

First Veled and Zephar, then us Demon Kings, and finally the monsters. Eighteen thousand of them turned their toes. It was raining everywhere. Yes, we only heard the damn rain.

I couldn't hear anything else.

Nothing.

* * *

“That's strange.”

The ninth rank Demon King Pymon mutters. She dodges the rain under the tent. Pymon, who hated the gridlock on all sides, preferred the tent over the barracks. You can see the outside like you do now.

“What's wrong, Sis? ”

Citri, the Devil King of Sequence 12 and Pymon's concubine, said beside her. Citri was wiping her armorless quadruplet sword with a towel. We were preparing in advance because we didn't know when the 6th Army would attack.

“It's Barbatos. He must have lost his mind by now and stormed in..." ”

“Huh? He's got a head of ice. ”

Citri tilts her head.

She joined the Moon Blind Army several times as well. He fought in the same army as Barbatos, but he always led the troops calmly and calmly. Unlike other troops full of screams and roars, Barbatos was also characteristic of marching silently without any noise.

“I often get the wrong idea, but in fact, Barbatos is a hothead. ”

Pymon chuckles.

“I just use my reason to achieve my emotional goals, but I'm always ready to have a violent and vicious nature. If you look at the wild dream of the original continental bee for 2,000 years, that's right. He's very emotional. ”

“Heh. You know Barbato, don't you? ”

“…… because he was a colleague. ”

My most trusted colleague.

Marvas is in command of the Central Army. Pymon commands the left wing. Barbato leads the right. That was the true use of the 2nd Monthly Blind Group 1. 1,700 years ago, they boasted of the myth of doom and destroyed two human kingdoms. They would have marched all the way to the end of the continent if they hadn't cut off supplies from the rear.

Since then, the Monthly Blind have regressed the way they lead and invade 100,000 troops, operating only 10,000 to 30,000 troops, and supplies have emerged locally. The 100,000 troops were nightmares when they didn't know when they'd be cut off.

Marvas, Pymon and Barbatos were surrounded deep within the continent in the Second World Armed Forces and had to retreat for three weeks without supplies. Due to the lack of food, ogres ate Orcs, Orcs ate Goblins, and allies. And the knights rushing from all over like wolves without even trying....

Three weeks later, the first platoon, which reached the 130,000 troops, was reduced to just 20,000. The best success has fallen to the worst failure. The three Demon Kings, who represented Mutupa, had a serious meeting with the Moon Blind Army. What are the moon soldiers for? A sacrifice for what?

Marvas, the fifth Demon King, founded the Neutral Faction. He thought stopping the selfish struggle between the Demon Kings was his first priority. Marvas is also the host of the Demon Kings' rally. It's a political solution.

The ninth rank Demon King Pymon founded the mountain tribe. Conquest bees are an impossible romantic. So we must live in compromise with the human race while minimizing the damage to the Demon Prince. It's a realistic compromise.

The eighth Demon King Barbato founded the Plains. I can't trust any more allies. So only trustworthy Demon Kings gather together. They united under the charisma of Barbatos like knights, and moved on from the Third Monthly to their own. It's going from the turbulent to the more turbulent.

1,500 years have passed.

Those who were once in an army are now the captains of the 2nd, 1st, and 6th legions, walking their own paths. Besides, Pymon himself marched to bite your neck...

‘Now I'm doing what the Demon Kings behind me did in the Second Moon Blind Army. ’

Pymon himself. Who would have imagined this would happen?

She suddenly falls into a sense of self-esteem as she recalls the laughter of Barbato's little girl. Barbatos was innocent. Pymon knew. The reason the Moon Blind Army failed was not because a single Demon Lord was good or wrong. All of the Demon King's desperate survival instincts came from fearing that if the Moon Blind Army succeeded, he would lose his will…….

Therefore, the Moon Blind Army will never succeed.

Pymon was already convinced 1,500 years ago. The victorious races on the continent are not Maine. In the end, you will become human.

Then it will be too late. The best I can do is to give myself to a city on the continent where the witches can live.... Pymon believed in his beauty and charm. It was not a job to bake human beings.

But it's humiliating. No faction should have absolute advantage over another. All races must have a subtle average. We must also respect each other's words. …… to do that, we need a truce agreement.

Only the 1st and 6th legions enter into a treaty with the Habsburg Empire. This will be the beginning of the shrink. Other Demon Kings, and humans, realize that each other is a 'potential match for a deal'.

‘The age of battles is over until either side is extinct due to life and death. No, I'll make it go away...! ’

Pymon believed in man and his selfishness. He was betrayed by it once and for all, and ironically, even more so. A war between Mine and Humans will make as many deals as possible if they want to disadvantage them. Step-by-step, people and minds get used to each other.

It may take a thousand years.

It may take another two thousand years, like the lunar army's 2,000 years.

"It doesn't matter."

Pymon was getting ready for it. The body has already lived for 2,000 years. I was not afraid to live for 2,000 years. Above all, there was hope for him now. A world where humans and minds live equally.

The first step toward that world is to trample Barbato down.

‘Barbatos, you are too violent. You don't just scare people, you scare Mine. ’

Pymon wishes Barbatos had lost his mind and attacked instead of being calm. Even if he remained still, he would do well, but it was much more attractive to eliminate the plains.

She stares down at the front of the tent. You don't seem to be covered in heavy rain, but you find Barbatos out there.

‘I won't kill you for old times' sake... but I'll make sure you never regain your senses again. ’

But Barbatos didn't attack that day.

The rain hits both sides of the camp hard.

Pymon delivers a letter with provocative comments to entice Barbato. It was full of ridicule. An ultimatum about what happens if you don't pledge a truce within the next two days.

Pymon's strategy was simple. First, the third princess informs Barbatos, 'If you step away from our territory, we will call a truce.' Barvatos will accept it. The third princess says, "Protest" in order to ask us to leave our territory.

Horse demonstration is actually an attack. Here, the Sixth Legion of Barbatos will fight.

The First Legion of Pymon is now engaged to "serve" the truce agreement. After all, there is a truce. The reality is, of course, a blueprint, and it aims to drive Barbatos' sixth legion to the brink of extinction.

The sixth legion, which has lost all its ability to fight, forcefully pushes for a truce.

It's a typical political war.

Pymon waits at ease. There are no holes in this scheme for Barbato to escape. It was only a matter of a day or two before going into a demonstration of force.

But Pymon made a mistake. There was one person who had already pierced her scheme a long time ago ― unfortunately, he was a plains, not a mountain tribe.

As the Demon Kings were cautious about whether the Demon King would attack the same Demon King directly, Pymon was not aware of Python's plan, he was cautious about whether there was a Demon King who would try to penetrate the Demon King directly. Of course I did. It was almost impossible unless I saw the future.

The price of his carelessness was enormous.