Hakai no Miko

Not long before the captain shouted, Glocacos, the slave trader, was turning to see how the slaves were doing.

Slaves exposed to harsh environments and abuse are simmering volcanic anger and dissatisfaction that they do not know when to erupt. Usually, they are held down by whips and chains, but not necessarily when they don't explode into some kind of clap.

And the unexpected raids by the Zoans were too much to trigger.

No matter how silent you are, if you hear the horns and slate wood ringing across the city, the slaves will also observe that something unusual is happening to the city.

For that reason, Glocacos was trying to deter the outbursts of slaves by showing off their slave directors with whips.

A voice is thrown at Glocacos, who take the slave directors and look around the cage in turn with all the extra time.

"Hey, what happened?

Glocacos, suddenly called out, was surprised. There should be no human being who asks himself, the master of this mansion, in such transverse terms.

Who the hell looked around, Glocacos noticed a dwarf staring at himself from inside the cage where the slaves were put.

"... Doverlyn"

It was a dwarf slave keeping from a boy named Soma.

"It's none of my business with the worms! All you have to do is grow up!

To the fierceness of Glocacos, but Doverin moaned his mustache as he jarrarily rang the chains of shackles strapped to his arms, saying softly.

"I'll guess what happened.... Right. Isn't Zoan attacking the city?

Glocacos wrinkled between his brows.

Because I felt something disturbing in Dvarin's tone.

"... what do you want to say?

"Come on, man. If you're a great person, you know what I mean?

"You worm. You think I won't let the slaves I keep eat the whip?

Glocacos laughed with his nose.

"Since yesterday, you've got a much bigger attitude, you worm. Don't get on the diagram! Though deposits, when it comes to disciplining busy slaves, even if they treat them somewhat rough, they don't complain."

But in the cage, Dvarin did not stop distorting his mustache to nigga and laughter. Blood goes up on Glocacos' head in that attitude.

"You worm! If you want so much whip, I'll give it to you!

Grokakos dragged Doverlyn out of the cage by ordering the slave director. And when you connect the chains of Dvarin to the trees in the square, you take the whip that has struck the bodies of so many slaves so far.

"What do you say, worm? I am generous. Now if you crawl around, lick my shoes and beg forgiveness, you won't forgive me, will you?

Don't be hairy with that intention, Glocacos tries to make Doverlin beg for mercy under the guise of generosity. And by whipping me where I have little hope, you make me feel deeper despair and pain. Grokakos laughed sadistically thinking of the sight at that time and waited for Dvarin to react.

However, Dvarin's reaction was not what Glocacos expected.

"It would be a laughingstock to wield the same uselessness as your crude delicacies and do something about this warrior Doverlin. It's only worth it to make me laugh and make my abs hurt."

To an unexpected insult, Glocacos became more flashy than angry.

After a while, finally understanding that he had been insulted, Glocacos turned red and black with that anger's too face through the red.

"A warrior?! This slavery!

The tip of the whip, shaken by the wind, makes the sound of bashing meat.

Slave directors who watched with all the glocacos who whipped at it, or with a humble laugh at it, peeled their eyes at all.

"Look, look. With your crude delicacies, isn't it useless?"

The whip swung by Glocacos was firmly gripped in Doverlin's right hand.

The shackles that should have been on its hands are falling at the feet of Dvarin.

Dvarin handed the gripping whip all at once with its thick arms. Grocakos, who was barbed without understanding the situation that had happened in front of him, is pulled by a whip that can be carried over by hand, and is drawn to Dvarin in a way that allows him to blink.

Grasping that chest, Doverlin slapped a blow of his full right fist into Glocacos' nose.

Grokakos exclaimed as he screamed like a strangled little pig and drowned blood from both nostrils.

"Hey, why?! The shackles? Why? Why?!"

On that Glocacos face, Dvarin spit it out of his mouth.

Throughout that spit, something with a stiff feel hits my cheek and drops potpourrily at my feet. Glocacos, who glanced at his feet, found the rounded wire shining wet in his spit there.

"Our dwarves are clever. With a single wire, you can sleep as long as you unlock it."

Stick more fists in Glocacos' face.

It is then that the slave directors who finally understand the situation are about to slap Dvarin with the stick in their hands. But they shrugged themselves to the roar that went up behind them.

The slaves of the Dwarves, one after the other, shackled and unchained, jumped out of the cage in which Dvarin was placed. They wield with chains of wooden shackles that were tying them up, and they are attacked by slave directors.

"Take the key! Release your people!

At the behest of Dvarin, when the Dwarves took the keys from the hips of the slapped slave directors, they opened the cages one after the other and took the shackles off the Dwarves' slaves.

"Come on, warriors! Now is the time to fight!

All of a sudden the freed slaves were turning right and left with anxiety and perplexity as to what was good, but when they hear that doverlin cry, they realize once again that they have finally been freed.

"" Whoa whoa!! "

Those who were slaves shouted from the bottom of their bellies at the joy of liberation and the wrath of all time.

"Hih no!!"

Glocacos and slave directors screamed at the cry.

But it resulted in the attention of those who were slaves. Speechless fury and cursing, everyone is attacked by the Glocacos and slave directors. Glocacos and slave directors were to be paid collectively for the atrocities they had done to their slaves until then.

Having seen that tragic revenge play, Dvarin speaks up inside as he walks over to one of the cages that has yet to be unlocked.

"Whoa, Dinosaurians. We're about to break into the human race, but what are you gonna do?

In the words of Dvarin, a giant rose up with a sleigh of heavy chains in the cage.

"Let us go, Dwarf. I was just bored, too."

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"Hey, what's going on?!"

What the captain saw was a firehand rising out of a magnificent mansion, even in the city, and a black smoke rising out of it. If you gaze further, you can see a large number of people jumping out of the mansion with a cry out.

Initially, the battalion captain wondered if the inhabitants, who panicked at the news of the Zoan raid, had put an end to the fire. But even though those who came out of the mansion didn't even try to quell the fire, they started to move around the city destroying little dewstores standing on either side of the road, etc., I realize that's a more serious matter.

The commanding soldier was sent by the squadron leader who was just there to force the city's inhabitants to recruit.

"Slaves rebellion?!"

In the contents of the decree, the captain learns the shock of a broken foot.

It is an even more slave revolt on top of the worst that the Zoans have raided the city. The captain wanted to hold his head.

"If the Zoans outside responded to this, it would be a big deal! Lead the squadron and suppress them immediately!

One of the squadron captains, ordered by the battalion captain and held back by his side, descends from the city wall as he calls and gathers his men.

After a while, soldiers slaughtered into a group of slaves rampant in the city as they roared to suppress them. In an instant, screams and blood fly, and many slaves are slaughtered down.

But it was only temporarily that the soldiers prevailed, and the sight of the soldiers being defeated one after the other by the slaves who quickly regained momentum could even be seen from above the city walls.

"Those heartless people! What are you doing!

One soldier rushed up the stairs of the city wall under a frustrating, regional-type battalion captain.

"Orders! Orders!

The soldier, who came running screaming so loudly and disturbed his breath, kneels one knee before the battalion captain.

"The resistance of the slaves is intense and cannot be easily suppressed! He wants backup!

Besides, the captain yelled back unexpectedly.

"Don't be ridiculous! What are you doing to the slave revolt? Still, are you Holmeer soldiers?!"

No matter how many, the opponent is just a slave who rambled out multiplied by confusion. At best, it is unacceptable for a fully armed soldier to take delays, etc. against slaves armed with fire sticks and farm implements there.

But the captain was stunned by the next word of excuse issued by the soldiers of the decree.

"That's where the slaves got their weapons from, armed with swords, spears, etc. I didn't know I did, so I got a lot of casualties here!

I expected as much as I was attacking soldiers who were on their way to escorting slave traders and forcibly recruiting residents to take that weapon. However, from the mouth of the soldiers of the decree, the number of weapons brought up by the slaves does not seem to be to that extent at all.

The Great Captain was confused by the utter unimaginability of where the hell he had acquired so many weapons from.

If the slaves found out that the weapon in their possession was the weapon that had been illegally brought in by bribing the Gatekeepers of the East Gate, the captain would have slaughtered and killed the Gatekeepers of the East Gate himself in anger.

"Battalion captain which! Zoan, let the people move!

Looking back out of the city, the Zoans, who until then were just pounding drums and making a scene, were starting to move. The Zoans, who raise up their earthly smoke and run through the earth, head towards the north side of the city.

Besides, the captain had a pale expectation that he would give up dropping the city and return to the plains.

But the Zoans, who betrayed it and came to the north side of the city, jump into the river one after another, trying to swim across.

To the sight, the captain finally perceived the intentions of the Zoans.

"Trying to turn to the east side of the city?! So, why?!"

Behind the battalion captain's brain, a terrible thought flashed like a thunderbolt.

The battalion captain, who looked back into the city again, quickly turned his neck and looked around at the rebellion of the slaves.

The slave revolt that first arose from the mansion of the slave trader Glocacos was one after another attacking the mansion of the same slave trader to increase its strength, heading east on the city as it destroyed nearby houses.

Even though some of the attacked slave traders' mansions were close to the West Gate, for some reason the rebellious slaves are headed to the East Gate without looking to the West Gate.

…… No way, not if they call me Zoan, but they already do?! "

The majority of the soldiers in the city have been concentrated on the west side. There won't be a hundred people protecting the east side right now.

If they attack the East Gate at the same time from within and out, it's not very, but it won't last long.

I thought I'd head to the East Gate rescue now, but the slaves who have already rebelled are pushing against the East Gate like a bunch of black ants swarming with sugar.

Deciding he could no longer protect the East Gate, the battalion captain decided to abandon the city.

"All hands, move to the Lordship's residence! That's where it was a fort. Even if the city falls, if it's there, we can prevent it until reinforcements arrive!

"How do the residents of the city feel?!"

"I can't, give up!

The captain cut off the inhabitants under one drink.

"No longer, this city will crash!

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"Why did you take the trouble to attack the East Gate?

Shemr leaned his little neck wonderfully and asked the Ethereal Horse.

By the river that flows through the center of the city of Bornis, you really have to cross the river once to get to and from the east and west of the city. This time I had to cross the river during the night to make a yang move on the west side of the city, and then cross the river again to make two hassles of saying I was going to attack the East Gate. Even without such hassle, it is natural to question whether we should have set up a yang move on the east side of the city and attacked the West Gate.

"We entered the city with Mr. Hopkins because it was the East Gate."

Shemr was convinced that it would have been easier to attack the East Gate, which he confirmed with his own eyes, to the answer of the pale horse.

But the Ethereal Horse attacked the East Gate because of a completely different intention.

Its purpose is to kill all the soldiers guarding the East Gate.

Hopkins' position would be worse if it became clear that he was cooperating in dropping the city, no matter how many hostages he was taken and forced to take. It is promised that he will leave the land and give him as much cohesive gratuity as he can to relaunch in other countries, but that is not enough.

The interests of collaborators must be thoroughly protected.

If you don't, you'll lose your collaborators because of it. On the contrary, however, if we defend the interests of our collaborators, it will not only gain the trust of that collaborator, but also make it easier to gain new collaborators.

Protecting the interests of collaborators leads to their own interests.

But behind the chest of the Ethereal Horse, a darker and darker thing was rising.

Naturally, you have to open the gates between East and West to take down the city. It is also, at the same time, to kill the soldiers who guard that gate.

We took into account our own interests in the ultimate choice to say which gate to guard the east and west would kill the soldiers.

For it was as if a man's life were to be put on a scale, and a pale horse could not seem to behave in a humble manner to put gold coins on one side thereof.

A demonic girl's voice whispers in the ear of a pale horse with a self-derisive grin on her mouth from such thoughts.

"Oh, my lowly (no) pale horse. Now you're trying to make it easier by denigrating yourself, being merciful and disdainful? How ugly. How shallow. You seem to have floated a little and forgotten to be ready. My dear Ethereal Horse."

The Ethereal Horse glanced back at the fear of having his heart pierced with a long needle from his back.

"? What's up, Soma?

But Shemr was the only one behind it.

The voice like the girl I just heard, was it an illusion?

The Ethereal Horse wondered if the guilt in him had pointed out his weakness by becoming the voice of the unlikely girl, but still unspeakable anxiety could not be plucked off.

He was such a pale horse, but he returns to me even though Shemr pointed to the sky and shouted.

"Look at that, Soma! Fire hands are up!

Shemr was right, I saw black smoke rising from the center of the city.

The Ethereal Horse throws away the phantom from his head and turns his consciousness to what is happening now.

"Mr. Doverlyn couldn't keep everyone down!

Slave traders buying the grudges of many slaves had no choice but to do harm to the inhabitants of the city otherwise was something they also wanted to avoid as pale horses.

For this reason, it is only natural that Dvarin should not be attacked by the inhabitants as hard as possible, and he strongly included the slaves in urging them to turn their consciousness from the inhabitants to the East Gate by forcing them to keep yelling out loud to open the East Gate as soon as possible to draw Zoan into the city.

But it was painfully regrettable that the Ethereal Horse had a sweet look at the hatred of the slaves, even though he could hear screams that seemed to belong to the inhabitants as far away as possible, rather than just the fire.

"Shemr! I'm going to the East Gate too!

"Stupid! That's where those who were liberated slaves are rampant. If Soma, a human being, goes to such a place, I'm just sorry!

Shemr was also aware that the uprising of the freed slaves was a matter out of the thoughts of the Ethereal Horse. Shows difficulty in taking a pale horse to such a place.

"Oh, still, I have to go! We need to rendezvous with Mr. Gallum or Mr. Zug at least as soon as possible."

With regret and impatience, Shemr felt endangered by the Ethereal Horse, who now complained with a crying expression.

It was the other day when the Ethereal Horse found a plant with small red fruits on the plain. Falling from different worlds, the Ethereal Horse was curious about the various things in this world, and even then he was observing the plant with interest.

However, the red fruit was so highly toxic that eating it led to the worst death, that Shemr told him to watch out for the pale horse.

Then, until then, the Ethereal Horse, who had observed the plant so close to his face that he touched his nose, stopped trying to ever come close to the plant to say that if he rushed off, he would have no problem even eating the fruit.

As such, the Ethereal Horse has an unexpectedly dull side to danger. But that's because you're unaware of the dangers of this world itself, or because you trust people cheaply. However, there is something so timid about what is obviously perceived to be dangerous that, from Shemr's point of view, it is also hypersensitive.

Yet it is the decision of the Ethereal Horses and others who say they want to go to the obviously dangerous place where the slaves are rampant, as they are now.

But Shemr had a reason why the Ethereal Horse said so.

It's that battle, later called the Battle of Hognalea Hill.

It is new to my memory that I feared that the Ethereal Horse would suffer a severe "warrior's cold" and be mentally crushed for a time because of that battle that burned down 800 enemy soldiers using a fire meter.

Maybe the Ethereal Horse is extremely afraid of people dying in the fire he invited. It could be driven by the desire to try to prevent it and join the Gallums and do something about it without regard for their own perils.

Shemr got lost.

The Ethereal Horse is the key to Zoan's counter-attack operation. It's something that's not normally allowed, such as endangering someone like that.

Shemr dropped his shoulder wide, moaning and showing it.

"Damn, Soma is selfish. The challenge is to get through the crashing places of slaves who resent humans and get under them safely."

Shemr's words were also understood by the pale horses of today. He was a pale horse who tried to apologize for poking at his outrageously irrational demands, but before that, Shemr laughs and fangs nigga.

Shemr admitted the Ethereal Horse to you under his umbilical cord, not because he was worthy of use.

Because I really wanted to support a pale horse who was so gentle that no one could hurt him, but who was deeply hurt for Zoan.

Then it's decided to do it.

"But if that's the wish of" You Under the Umbilical, "there's no denying this" Elegant Fang "!