Hakai no Miko

When the rebellious slaves attacked the East Gate, what was protecting it was about fifty members of two platoons, including the detachment that the Ethereal Horse was in when he entered the city.

When they saw the rebellious slaves coming toward their guarded gates, they built blockades (barricades) and responded with nearby baggage trucks, earthbags, etc.

Firstly, the platoon leader, who was directing the scene even though the dwarf slaves stormed with curse, showered the rain of arrows from above the city walls. The slaves, who were armed with swords and spears, but were not wearing armor or anything else, are defeated with butterflies by this. Some slaves, who kept some calm, avoided the unshielded boulevard and stormed into the blockade from the side of the private house near the gate through the alley. But it is also repelled by the spears of the soldiers who waited for it in blockade.

Plus, the slaves who were just in the mood attacked.

At this time, the figure of the squad leader guarding the gate was in the blockade when the Ethereal Horse entered the city. Dew doesn't even know he was playing a part in this slave rebellion. The squad leader laments his bad luck.

"More importantly, you don't have to come to this gate. Go west, go west."

Spilling so much stupidity, the squad leader, who was eager to see the slaves from the gap in the legs of the desk used to build the blockade, doubted my eyes.

"Hey, what is that...?

It was a single stall.

The stall itself is not unusual. Only a limited number of merchants can set up shops in the city. Pedestrians and nearby farmers who come to sell their crops, for example, are commonplace to trade small stalls side by side in the street.

One of those stalls is what the Squad Leader is seeing right now. It only has a wooden platform with a handmade feel and sun-drenched shelter (hissing). It's not particularly eye-catching.

But that's what I'm talking about if you don't come running down the middle of the street this way.

Of course, there's no way there's a caster on the feet of a stall in this world. Someone is lifting up a stall and using it as a shield to push forward.

"Shoot me, shoot me!

Under the Platoon Leader's decree, arrows can be fired from the city walls, but they cannot stop the momentum by simply pointlessly stabbing at the stalls and shelters (hives).

"Shit, run!

Approaching a ramping stall, the squad leader lays himself down in a blockade, screaming desperately.

Shortly afterwards, the stall, which had advanced without weakening momentum, blew to pieces in every corner of the collision blockade.

"Motherfucker! What idiot...?!"

The squad leader, who was lying on the ground protecting his head from a piece of wood that was about to descend, peeled a little.

What was right in front of him was a three-fingered, shitty leg.

If you look up lying on the ground, supported by two thick legs that stand like tree trunks eating black hook claws into the earth, is a giant beyond Nimelt (about Nim). Its green-gray scale-covered flesh was like a barrier of soaring rock.

And riding on that giant is a head that looks a lot like a lizard. He turns his longitudinal pupiled eyes to Gyorori and the Squad Leader.

"Di, dinosaurian?!"

The squad leader's voice was a voice of despair that preceded his inescapable death.

When the Dinosaurian breathes air all over his chest, he gives a golden cut that slaps through a ton of glass. That's all the soldiers who were guarding the gate lost their hips.

"My name is Jahangil Hetham Jarouge! Know the horrors of my wrath, you little humans!

The Gatekeepers came to know Dinosaurian's ability to fight when he told the Empire's famous general, Inkdias, "The battle with his (or his) race of white soldiers means death".

Gripped in the grown hand of Dinosaurian hook-toenails, named Jaharngil, is a chain with a large iron sphere at its end. If you're human, dragging was the iron ball at last, but if it's in Jahangil's hands, it turns into a vicious weapon.

Jaharn Gill, who swung the iron ball around in the wind, was just a storm of violence itself. Soldiers caught in that storm are crushed like overripe fruit through their heads by iron balls, crushing bones in their bodies with chains.

Some brave soldiers were slashed by Jaharn Gill by diving through a swinging iron ball, but all of them were just blown away like puppets (big) with a swing of their hook-clawed arms.

Jaharn Gill's awesome rampage leaves Dvarin with a sigh of admiration.

"Well, even Dinosaurians are not the most fierce Tyrannosaurus."

Dinosaurians are, in fact, not a single race.

Nagaraja, a royal species that boasts the largest of the Dinosaurians and looks like a giant lizard with horns and fangs. Such as Radon, a priest species with a distinctive or something on the head, with extremely degenerate and shortened legs and arms that, if spread out, are three times the height of a certain giant skin wing.

Dinosaurians are a mixed race with a unique identity system in which status and occupation are devastated by even these different species in appearance.

But the first thing that comes to mind when many Fae say Dinosaurian would be the Tyrannosaurus, said to be the fiercest and best warrior of species known as Warrior Species.

Dvarin rushes to the gate with a few dwarves, sidelined by soldiers who no longer have the will to flee rather than be wary, but are knocked down by Jahangil like wheat to be pruned by the peasants. And with the exception of the ear sac, which had been piled up, he removed the candle.

"That, open the door!!"

When the Doverines open the gate, they try to screw their bodies into that slight gap, and the red and black Zoan jump in.

"Whoa! I'm the first!

Don't jump in, red-haired Zoan - Zoog roars. But as soon as I glanced back at him, I stuck my finger and complained at Zoan, the brunette, who jumped in slightly behind me.

"Gallum! Tell me what you're up to!

"No, follow me..."

You just backed off. Gallum turns away clouding his words.

Just as they came through the back alley there, Shemr and the Ethereal Horse appeared from among the houses. The Ethereal Horse wore a hooded jacket (coat) from his head to avoid the eyes of a slave at all, but quickly fell apart on the gallum.

Gallum rushes and exasperates to bring a human, the Ethereal Horse, to the place where the slaves are rampant

"Elegant Fangs! Idiot, are you?! Take Soma and walk away immediately!

"I'm sorry, Raging Fangs. But talk about Soma..."

Blocking Shemr's words, which he hastily tried to excuse, the Ethereal Horse bounced off the hood and shouted.

"Excuse me, Mr. Garam! I said I couldn't do it and they brought me here!

If there was a soldier in the face of a dewy Ethereal Horse with even a few breaths, anger and willingness to kill erupted from the body of Jahangil, who had found him and trampled him to death.

A human being who treated himself as a slave cannot allow it to be a boy.

It was a jahan gill that tried to ring an iron chain and dance to the pale horse, but the shemurs move when they realized it.

Shemr stands with the Ethereal Horse over her back, plus Garam and Zug mount a mountain knife in front of her to fang and intimidate her.

Besides, Jahan Gill steps on a bump.

Zoan the woman alone would be able to crush both human children with a blow of iron balls. But there's no way even Jahangil can stop at the temper he feels from the two Zoans standing before him. I don't feel like losing a one-on-one fight, but at the same time, I just don't have the minutes.

"Zoan, are you willing to protect humans!!"

Jahangil is frustrated by the fact that Zoan warriors, even himself, a Dinosaurian, are defending his human childhood.

"Stop, Jaharn Gill! The human child who freed us from slavery!

You can't ignore the words of Dvarin, who just let himself go, and Jaharngil stops. But those eyes, if there was a gap, were those intended to pull off the Ethereal Horse.

But you haven't noticed such a dangerous situation, Ethereal Horse skips one instruction after another.

"Mr. Gallum, hurry up as planned and take control of the Lords' residence! I saw someone with a blue room on their helmet over the west city wall. Probably the commander of the soldiers in this city. Mr. Zug, get that person!

Even though we have to leave the Ethereal Horse before the angry Dinosaurian, Garam and Zug both show stray, but when the Ethereal Horse repeats, he takes his compatriots and rushes to their respective destinations.

"What about Mr. Banukah?!"

Then Banukkah, called by name, rushes out in front of the Ethereal Horse.

"Oh, yes! Here!"

"Mr. Banukah, hurry and suppress those who were slaves who were rampant! You can't hurt the city any more! It could be a little rough!

"What?!"

I just couldn't miss asking Doverlyn to crack down on my people.

"We're here to get this city! I'm not willing to hang out with you guys in the depression!

But that's just what this word for a pale horse was bad.

"This human kid. Ah! Let our legitimate vengeance be gloomy!!"

Jahangil was so angry that even the Zoan warriors around him accidentally lagged behind on the angry Jahangil.

But only the Ethereal Horse comes forward the other way.

"Shut up! Shut up, Iguanah!

Jaharngil doesn't know what "iguana" is, but he only found out that he was insulted anyway.

Whatever it is when you are in captivity, Jahangil is distracted by the fact that he has made himself a free and weapon-held Dinosaurian and has never even imagined such a rambling other race.

"What's wrong with saying it's depressing to be rampant without thinking later! Kill the people you see, break things, so what?! Then what are you going to do?! Answer me!

To the question of the Ethereal Horse, Jaharngil gets stuck in the answer.

Jaharn Gill just wanted to get busted. Naturally, there was no way I was thinking about what happened after that.

Plus, the Ethereal Horse screamed to fold.

"We have to move on! Don't interrupt that!

That's when a little wind blew through.

The forehead, which was on the forehead of the Ethereal Horse, is in the wind, and the inscription underneath it is exposed.

"! Is this your son?!"

It was Shemr's suggestion that the Ethereal Horse had removed the bowl roll.

For the people of the Continent of Cerdeas, where God exists, even if he is a god of other races, he is in awe. When I encountered the slaves who became the mob, I expected that if I found out that the Ethereal Horse was my son, I might hesitate to attack him.

And as its aim was, Jahangil lets the almost shaken hand wander into the universe.

Still, Jahangil, who was also shy of just lowering the hand he shook up, said in a vanity.

"This human kid. You don't know us that this Dinosaurian has Tyrannosaurus!

It was a great pride for Jahangil to be himself one of the most feared Tyrannosaurian species.

But only this time, the person I asked is bad.

"I don't know that!

The Ethereal Horse slashed Jaharn Gill's complacency under one word.

There's no way the Ethereal Horse, the dropper who came here from another world, knows that.

But Jaharngil, who knew nothing of such a thing as dew, was stunned.

If you ever knew you were a Tyrannosaurus, everyone would be scared. But was I mistaken for that? Maybe the Fae didn't get the brave name of the Tyrannos? If so, I said confidently, aren't I a clown at all?

Banukah cried out in horror when she felt sorry for Jaharn Gil, who was bored by such shame.

"Um... Lord Soma just really doesn't know."

That understated explanation of Banukkah was a stubborn blow to Jahangil's pride, which he had managed to hold out.

Jaharn Gill, when he groans small, drops his shoulder disappointingly.

And when Banukkah panicked as to whether he had spoken rudely, the men of his family,

"Come on, young lady. Let's go play our part."

He had a subtle look that didn't make him smile or smile, and he took Banukkah.

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"All, all! Beast flavor!

Above the city wall the battalion captain was raising his voice of anger.

When Zoan broke through the East Gate and entered the city, one of them went to the Lords' residence and the other to the city wall where he was.

Besides the fact that the retreat of the soldiers confused by the fall of the city did not go as far as they thought, the mobility of the Zoans, who could be described as astonishing, finally allowed the Zoans to raid where they had not even lined up to go down from the city walls.

Down the stairs, humans and Zoan are disturbed, playing a fierce semblance. I can't even cover you with arrows in this riot.

"We're going down from somewhere else! Follow me!

I don't know which way, how long I can hold up on the city wall. The foot of the battalion leader who tried to take only a few soldiers to the other stairs stops.

"Have you finally got lucky for me, too? That helmet room is the commander here."

It was Zug who stood in front of them.

The captain immediately searches for other escape routes, but even far rear there was a look of the Zoans rushing up another staircase to the city wall.

"I want to show Lord Soma the good things about me and the Claw Clan. You can't let them get away with this."

At the same time as sending most of the warriors directly to each other, Zug raised a handful of warriors, including himself, from another staircase to the city wall and refused to leave. It was only with Zoan's mobility that he quickly found another staircase and was able to circle from it in just a few hours.

"What are you doing! The other one's a beast!

He receives the battalion captain's voice and two of his escorts are slashed by Zug.

But Zug, with his fist and kick, dropped the two escorts inside and outside the city walls, respectively.

"For once, if you surrender, I will save your life."

"This beast flair! I'm gonna slap a big mouth on a human!

Zoog's words, instead, stirred the battalion captain's anger.

But then again, Zoog laughs with a heartfelt joy.

"This, thank you"

Zoog blushed his lips with a slender tongue.

"They tell me not to kill you as much as possible, but if you're a scumbag like you, they won't complain about killing you. And..."

"O God of man, illuminate!

Before Zoog finishes his words, the captain wields a blow all over his body like a sword out of his hips.

That was one of the premier slaughters of his life.

The slaughter, however, is taken from hand to hand holding the pattern of the sword by Zoog's large palm, who stepped in time with light footsteps, as if even for a walk.

And flash (at best).

"Besides, you'll have a piece on you soon."

The captain hadn't heard that Zug already.

His body split into his neck and torso, each falling inside and outside the city walls to follow after the earlier escort.

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Gallum, who took the warriors of the Fang Clan and ran through the city with four legs like a disease, instantly came to the front of the Lords' residence.

The perimeter of the Lordship's residence in Bornis is protected by a moat that draws water from a nearby river and a baked brick (brick) fence provided with saw-type narrows (hazama) (outposts for archers to attack enemies while hiding themselves from walls, etc.).

If you do it properly, it's hard work to take it down. We must attack and drop the gate at once before it arrives and is caged.

"Everybody, don't be late!

When Gallum says so, he increases the speed at which he runs even more.

Coming all the way to the front of the bouncing bridge that was mowed, Gallum noticed one of the soldiers waving up something like a stick inside the gate still open.

"We're going in!

Gallum kicked the ground forcefully with his back leg, leaping himself into a bouncing bridge mowed.

Shortly afterwards, the bridge jumps up with the noisy sound of a chain called Jarrajara, wondering if the soldier waved down the stick and slapped something.

Behind the gallum, which slides down the obliquely raised bouncing bridge like a slide, a number of fierce water sounds rose as the fellow countrymen fell into the moat in time.

But that's not the end of it. Even though a thick plaid gate made of wood is about to be dropped in front of you.

"Jump!!"

With that screaming, he himself jumps into the inside with a glimmer of ground. My fellow countrymen, who lagged behind in it, burst from their heads into the dropped lattice and screamed.

Rolling down the ground with the bouncing momentum, Gallum slashes and dumps the soldier, surprised and barbed by the intruding Zoans, with a mountain knife as he rises.

"How many people did you let in?!"

"Including me, about five!

Glucaca, who is slashed by soldiers equally close, answered.

"Somebody two...... no, you can do it alone! Follow me! The rest, open the gate!

It was Gurkaka who took it and tried to nominate one person to cover Galam, but earlier than that, someone gave him a name.

"I'll go!

It is Zug's niece, Shru.

Gallam was surprised that she was not late enough to tell us that she was just a woman or a girl. Moreover, the eyes are overpowered, and I don't see any shards of fatigue.

"It would be good. Follow me!

With a mountain knife out of each hand, Garam pushes the Lordship's residence back. Along the way, the guards are challenged many times, but all of them are knocked down under a blow by Gallam. Exactly what I said about the armor and sleeves.

Some of them attacked from behind, but all such arrangements are eliminated by Shru.

Gallum thought so, still slashing down one of the guards, easy to do.

Zoan's warriors have the highest honor to raise their martial arts medals on the battlefield. For this reason, there are also those who try to fight instead of chiefs.

However, Shru has no desire to take a handle on himself. Gallum was able to concentrate only on the front because he was only dedicated to protecting Gallum's blind spot.

Through a narrow passage that leads through the gate as you kick the soldiers, you go out into the square.

Once there was a residential building there worthy of a fort to fight, but now it had been replaced by a mansion like a villa used by nobles or merchants. Once inside, a red cloth appeared to be laid at his feet, gently guiding Garam to his lord's place.

Gallum kicks through the heavily made door at the end of the red rag and goes inside.

Two soldiers were slaughtered upon entering, but Garam and Shru each slashed one without difficulty.

Inside the door is a large room with only one chair placed a step higher in the front as you enter.

(i) For the lords of regional cities to sit in lavish (shabby) chairs, Garam is the chief of this city (?) I assume it's the room you use.

I quickly turn my gaze around the room, but I don't see people.

But Gallum's ears move pickly.

I heard a faint noise.

That's what I heard in the back right of the room. If you look closely, a cloth draped in the right hand of the chair placed, but it was slightly shaken by the wind.

When Gallum paid for the cloth with his arm without making it, he was advised that there was an entrance to the adjacent room.

Looking inside in alarm at the ambush, it was a shitty interior room. A pale horse would describe it as a gold hobby.

On a huge sleeping table placed behind such a room, Garam found the person of interest.

"I have one Zoan XII family, Garguz's son, Garam! You're the greatest guy in the city?!"

But against the name of Gallum's warrior, the man didn't even name back just a scratch of a hanging cloth from his head and tremble.

Besides, if you're going to be hiding, that outfit with its round, fat ass rounded out reminds me of a pig looking for food with his head in the hole, and Gallum gets sick of it.

You can't fight or call for surrender if you're not listening to this one.

Soon Gallum grabbed the man with every hanging cloth and threw him into the room at his disposal.

The man who rolled around with a table or something, making a huge noise, this (is) on the floor with agile movements that you can't imagine from a body that has accumulated plenty of fat. When.

"Ko, I surrender! I'm a lord! It's great! If you take hostages, you'll get a full ransom! So don't kill me!

In its ugliness, neither Gallam nor Shrew could be dismissed.

"Lord Gallam, what is this fat rabbit like?

Even though the rabbit is timid and runaway, if he's fat, he loses it, too, and only becomes a prey. For this reason, "fat rabbit" in Zoan is the greatest disdain for the infirm.

Garam sighs one thing after grinning at the exact representation of Shru.

"Still looks like this guy is the greatest. Tie me up with something appropriate."

Until then, I was a shrug who was happy to follow Gallam's instructions, but I just got a fed up look when I thought I would touch a lord like a fat rabbit.

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Zoan and the slaves were cheering all over the city.

I took over the battalion captain who was commanding the soldiers, and on top of that I was able to secure the identity of the lord, so I'm pretty sure it's a great victory.

The Zoans, who had always been hit by human soldiers, regained confidence and pride in the feat that allowed them to drop the human city and were excited.

And the slaves, who until now had been kept whipped and rambled by their abusive masters, were trembling with the revenge they could have fulfilled and the joy of being freed.

But in the midst of such a whirlpool of joy, the Ethereal Horse had his face distorted by remorse.

"Not this, no. Then you can't..."

What Ethereal Horse was watching was neither Zoan nor the slaves boiling in joy.

What he was staring at was the destroyed houses.

The bodies of the city dwellers who lost their lives.

And the big problem I saw with it.

Zoans proud of their warfare.

No. Then no.

Dwarves delighted with liberation.

No, no, no, no. I can't.

Dinosaurians shouting for further revenge.

No, no, no, no!

"What can I do? What am I supposed to do?

I even heard a girl laugh from somewhere in the ears of a pale horse who repeatedly asked herself.