Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

A man named Largelkvist was only blessed with bad luck.

"Damn... what's going on with the damage"

"Yes... roughly half have been discussed... I was wondering if the only thing left was about 700..."

Because he's still alive in all this victimized ambush.

"I'll get back on my feet right away and chase those subhumans"

However, I can say that there are some problems with judgment ability.

Originally, he has suffered the damage that should have been done to withdraw, and yet he is about to give such reckless orders out of anger.

"Or, my lord!! Unfortunately, I was wondering if we should pull this off once and for all... it is not in keeping with His Majesty's intention to bring the information obtained this time safely back to the King's capital..."

"So you're telling me to stay back!! Asians will do whatever they want!!

"But!! The enemy has also confirmed Dragon Newt!! With this kind of power, I wonder if it's necessary to return the favor..."

"... Damn!! An abominable subhuman!!

Largelkvist gave a look of hatred while being so vicious, after a short push of silence.

"Retreat. I will survive with this information at any rate, and I will necessarily lead the soldiers back. Is it something that you can shut up and pull down while being caught in such a sight like a subhuman?"

"Now, hurry up and gather the soldiers."

"Oh, it's a waste of time, as soon as possible..."

That's when I said it.

It was before them that a giant silver dragon appeared with a roar, knocking down the trees.

<... Well, let's do it >

When Georg found his enemies from above, he set his aim on a man who wore a splendid armor among them. I thought it might be the commander, but it's late.

He entered the descending position at once from the gliding flight, dropped altitude at once, and landed on the ground as he trampled down a tree in the way.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you live alone.

Take the air into your lungs, and growl.

The sound brought the humans on the spot to the bottom of their fears, with the power of shaking the trees and shaking the earth, dropping birds that had finally begun their activities to match the rising sun.

Even if it wasn't, it was a right blow to the stop for the humans who were beginning to remember their fright by intimidation.

Reactions vary, including those who lose consciousness or incontinence, those who flog away on their feet, and those who also lay weapons on their temperament, but what Georg does remains the same.

I don't mind if you resent me, 'cause that's what I'm here for.

With that in mind, I make up my magic with all I can hold. In fire magic, I decided to use wind magic because there was going to be a secondary disaster.

< Well, whatever you use, there will be damage to the forest... >

Nevertheless, we decide that this part alone will not be a major problem and exercise magic. And a unilateral killing begins.

"I can't!! There's no reason to compete with dragons!!

"Damn it!! Why are you dragons here!!

"Help... Somebody help me!!

Hell, the sight that deserved to be called that was spreading there.

It was caused by wind magic, so vicious to call it a sickle, that hundreds of soldiers were simultaneously slashed and carved. In addition to the trees around them, even the iron armor worn by soldiers is as easy as paper.

And the soldiers who were fortunate enough to escape that first blow acted three ways.

Desperately running away.

I won't be able to sit back and move on the spot.

Face the situation if you can't crack it open.

Before those who fled, a wall of dirt suddenly appeared. Naturally, it is due to Georg's earthly magic. Hardened it is neither injured by a coarse sword, spear, etc., but many soldiers have managed to make a leap to break it while mounting there.

"Holy shit!! Why can't it break!!

"Somebody!! Anyone!! Break this for me!!

To the point where such a cry sounded, the wind of death blew again, and then pruned his life.

Those who are unable to move from the spot also scatter their lives without even resisting the blade of the wind that looms as they slash and tear the trees apart. Some of them died trying to pray hand in hand.

Those who stood up to them were a very small minority. But he just had the guts to stand up to the dragon, and he came desperately toward me with his sword to slay the spear while showing off his frightened appearance. But its readiness is vain, neither the sword nor the spear can even be scratched by scales stiffer than its steel, and if you fly an arrow, it suddenly burns out in the air at the beginning. And then he's trampled, he's chopped down, he's chopped, he's carved, he's dead.

There was no emotion intervening there, only an inorganic "death" existed.

Georg denied the existence of the living, but the late end. This is recorded in Gardina as one of the few examples of Georg's use of that power against people. Naturally, it was never known to the human side.

Is this what it is?

After exercising a glimmer of magic and literally annihilating the visible human being, Georg once calmed down and looked around. What spreads there is such a miserable sight that I don't want to think I did it myself.

A man's arm, his leg, his head, his torso, his guts scattered all over him, and many trees cut down, and broken swords and spears pierced the ground.

<... I was ready, but still, I don't feel good >

No guilt or regret for killing. Because having such feelings is tantamount to admitting that what you did was wrong.

"Oh my God... Oh my God..."

Such a voice reaches Georg's ear, who was looking around as he roared his throat. It's Largelkvist. He wasn't unlucky, Georg intentionally kept him alive. That's to pay some respects.

Georg, who slowly walked to the front of Largelkvist, took on the appearance of a person when he went to the front of him, who just stood blindly.

"Hey... was it Dragnil..."

"That's the thing. Dragon blood that lasts longer than the ancient times, that's what you humans call it."

"... why, I'm the only one alive"

Unlike previous humans, Largelkvist looks to stare at Georg with a look that even includes hate. To that attitude, Georg nodded somewhere satisfactorily.

"I told you to pay tribute to you who led this demonic forest to my territory. but I'm not going to let you go home alive, don't put me back on there."

To Georg's words, Largelkvist, who at last blushed his face not only to say angry mind, but still returns his words while desperately suppressing his arms trying to stretch to the sword of his hips.

"... did you do it?"

"Anyway, the ones I brought in to protect and train. How does it feel to be ravaged by those who have called you subhuman and despised you?

"... sucks. Worst of all, if you knew about this, you would have been taken over by the hosts."

Return to that statement, overconfident everywhere, with an invincible grin.

"It's all right, but you don't have a next. If you want the next one, with that sword, you're going to take me now."

Largelkvist also pulled out his sword, as he echoed Georg, who had unleashed two swords while saying so.

"I wanted to discuss you in this way in honor of what I said earlier. If you are a soldier, you deserve to die with your sword in one hand. Wouldn't it be mindless to be defeated in the same way as the other soldiers around?

It is also the inversion of the nerves of Lagerkvist that speaks of things from the sight of the mighty. He waved his sword with all his might, just saying he no longer wanted to talk about it any more.

"... not bad"

Yes, Georg, who shrugged briefly, but with a sword speed faster than his, slashed his sword with the first knife and pierced his chest with the second.

"Heh... Ha...!

Spitting blood from his mouth, but staring at Georg until the end, the moment Georg pulled out his sword, he fell powerless on the ground and stopped moving as he was.

"... Is it over"

Shake off the blood on the sword and serve on the sheath. Morning forest where only the fragrance of blood drifts. There's a world out there that has nothing to do with freshness.

"I can't tell you to clean this up."

Unexpectedly zero into a miserable situation that makes you want to cover your eyes. Without the state anomaly invalidity skill, it's a sight that I'm going to panic about myself.

"... at least be the soil of Gardina"

Leaving it alone does not leave it intact, which could pose risks such as the outbreak of a plague or the proximity of demons. Therefore, Georg decided to bury the body deep in the ground, collectively, including trees, armor, swords and other weapons.

Later, this will be a place where many flowers bloom instead of cut off trees. The name given is "Iron Blood Garden". What a strange name.

Anyway, this is how Gardina's first battle was curtained.

I can't stay immersed in sentiment forever, given that this is going to be a busy day dealing with a full-fledged empire and educating new residents.

Georg sighed slightly as he perceived the intimidation lifted or watched Johanns run towards him.