Hakai no Miko

No matter how disturbed the formation is, it is reckless to challenge the dense formation from the front by heavy-duty spear infantry specialising in attacks on the front. For this reason, until the formation of the enemy broke down in earnest, Ethereal Horse took bets on crusaders who intended to fight by throwing spears, throwing stones and other throwing weapons, but more sticky than expected.

"Mr. Dvarin, Mr. Jaharngil! This one will collapse first. We have to strike out now!

Jaharngil gives a joyous voice to that pale horse's decision.

"Whoa, whoa! Finally! I was tired of playing with stone throwers!

Shemr spoke to the Ethereal Horse as everyone rushed to begin preparing for the White Soldier War.

"Soma, let's go down with me"

If anything happens to the Ethereal Horse, it's important. Shemr put Zoan's warriors on guard and tried to back down behind the position. But the Ethereal Horse refuses to do so.

"I don't like it. I'm coming with you!

Shemr also lost his word to it for a moment. But protest fiercely, as if to fill it up immediately.

"What are you talking about? My legs are tied!

Shemr was right.

You just don't have the guts or the strength to just lay your hands on people directly yet, or you can't even hurt people by grace, it's just a clump of feet.

But the Ethereal Horse desperately protests.

"But you mustn't let me stay where I'm safe, like risking my life for everyone!

To that, Shemr also gets stuck in words.

To be clear, what Ethereal Horse said is just a blue-smelling word out of the sense of responsibility that caused this battle and the insistence that you can't be alone in a safe place.

But it did poke some of the truth of the battle in this era.

It was normal for officers leading soldiers to slash first into enemies during raids leading up to modern times. This is also evident from the fact that when you watch overseas war movies and so on, the dialogue when you storm the enemy is "follow me". In this way, the first thing the officers can do is show martial arts, so that the soldiers can fight bravely as well.

That doesn't change in this world either. That's why Garam and Zoog, who lead the warriors of the clan as chiefs, are slashing them first.

Of course, those on this occasion do not expect the Ethereal Horse to be able to fight with a weapon, even without grace. But it is also true that when you are about to throw yourself into a battle risking your life, it can involve the morale of the warriors when the commander, Aoi Horse, is in a safe place.

But still, Shemr, who learns to resist taking the Ethereal Horse to a place where it would be a riot, got lost.

"Then get on my back!

It was Jaharngil who said so and lowered his back to the pale horse.

"There is no safer place on this battlefield than my back!

"Thank you!

Before Shemr yells at him not to say anything extra, the Ethereal Horse makes his face glow with joy and jumps on Jaharngil's back. Besides, Shemr leaked his tongue heavily.

"Damn it! Then they'll shake you off! - Somebody, bring me a string or rope!

Receiving a rope brought to him by one of Zoan's warriors in response, Shemru tyes a pale horse abusively on Jahangil's back with frustration. Tied up as he was trampled on the back, the Ethereal Horse nearly had his guts popping out of his mouth.

"Ita! Damn, it's painful......!

"If you don't like it, stay here!

Shemru roared with aspirations as well, but the Ethereal Horse shook his neck sideways, as he blushed into bitterness. The Ethereal Horse, whose face shrugged abominably to it, tightened the rope even harder, screamed more like a frog.

Jaharngil, who said he was also tightened with rope, but had not felt it as hairy, rose loosely when he confirmed that the body of the Ethereal Horse had been fixed. From that movement, it does not seem to be at all intentional, such as the weight of the pale horse on his back.

"Guys, once you stop the offensive hand!

On Jaharn Gill's back, a pale horse screamed. Then the throwing of stones and spears, which had been thrown violently, stops perfectly.

"-?! Enemy attack stopped! Now would be a good time! Attack them all at once!!"

Seeing it as an opportunity, the heavy-duty spear infantry storms toward the Ethereal Horses.

As Judius, the commander of the regiment, directed the defense, it was the bravery of some officers. Moreover, the side of the dense formation meets Zoan so violently that only some soldiers around the centre were actually able to storm.

Still, however, more than a thousand heavy-duty spear infantry troops have pushed it like a tsunami that swallows and crushes everything, although it was no longer a controlled, grumpy assault known as a dense formation.

The pressure gathers a gaze at the pale horse asking if he can throw a spear or stone.

"Not yet! Attract more!

The Ethereal Horse himself held everyone back, trembling at the pressure of the heavy-duty spear infantry that pushed him.

And when the face of each of the heavy-duty spear infantry soldiers coming at him reached a distance enough to identify him, the Ethereal Horse shouted.

"Now! Go!!"

Together with the voice of the Ethereal Horse, the spear of Dwarf, the stone of Dinosaurian, the arrow of the elf was unleashed. The heavy-duty spear infantry, who were not satisfied with the shield, received it decently and fell more and more.

"Assault!

Together with the decree of Dvarin, who himself held an axe spear, the Dwarves kicked down the fence and stormed towards the heavy-duty spear infantry.

Even though it's just hard to judge a spike like poking up from under the shorter Dwarves, the heavily armed spear infantry that disrupted the formation can't possibly take it, and hundreds of soldiers are defeated in just a few moments.

But the real misfortune of the heavy-duty spear infantry is that this is the beginning.

A number of giants stepped down among the heavily loaded spear infantry as they jumped across the dwarves poking their spears hard.

At the next moment, the soldiers around them scream and dance through the universe like trees. The heavy-duty spear infantrymen opened their mouths gently to the unusual sight of even remembering the hilariousness (cool) of a comedy act.

"I want blood. You're gonna want my blood! Again, this is not how the war has to be!!"

Jahangil, who blew up the soldier with a wave of that arm, holds his hand to rebut the feeling. Then, slowly, the heavy-duty spear infantry around him peeled off his fangs.

"I am the descendant of the great dragon, Jahangil Hetham Jarouge! Know my wrath! Know how horrible I am!

Unleashed from the lopsided way of fighting, such as the stone-throwing that had been forced to do so, the Jahangils Dinosaurians raised their deaf, tall roar against their throats with joy and excitement for the struggle.

Says the tyrant on the battlefield.

Says, the incarnation of battle.

Says, the dehumanization of the killing.

Among the Dinosaurians feared along with those numerous aliases, the soldiers who bring the Tirano species nearer, known as the fiercest, lose their complexion.

The horrors of them Dinosaurians on the battlefield have never been talked about more than once in barracks and liquors. But I have thought that some of them would be exaggerated, but when I actually see them, I think that they were not able to convey all of their horrors in exaggeration.

"Go on with me!

Along with Jaharngil's decree, the Dinosaurians flew towards the heavy-duty spear infantry in front of them.

What Jahangil is holding is a thick chain with an iron ball on the tip. In order to resist their abusive masters, slaves in some country said they had knitted a martial arts called iron chain technique using iron chains connecting their hands and feet, but in Jahangil's case they were merely "connected all the time, so they were familiar with their hands," waving it at their mercy.

But with Dinosaurian's powers, that was enough.

A swinging, centrifugal iron ball blows up a heavy-duty spear infantry for each shield, and its thick chains, just blur to the body, quietly chooses the meat in that part. In an instant there was a pile of wreckage around Jaharngil of soldiers who were better off saying "broken" than "killed".

And finally, excited, Jaharngil rumbles at the head of the Dinosaurians himself.

On its back, Jaharngil doesn't look comfortable at all when he says that whenever a swinging iron ball or iron chain blushes his hair or a piece of flesh comes down, the Ethereal Horse is pushing screams and killing him with a crying face.

The Ethereal Horse was no longer in living comfort.

Tied to the power of Shemr, there is no room in the rope, and Jahangil's movements are transmitted directly to the body of the Ethereal Horse. Compared to this, it's nothing but a leisureland jet coaster and other kids riding with friends.

"Behold! Lord Soma has left himself in the lead!

The Ethereal Horse could not even afford to deny the voice of Dvarin heard from behind.

If you listened carefully, you would have noticed that the voice was trembling slightly with laughter. Naturally, Dvarin was also wondering what the Ethereal Horse was all about.

Whatever the reality, however, it is a question of how it looks to others.

It is the Ethereal Horse, the child of a weak man who commands himself, and from their point of view, who is not enough to take it, who is cutting ahead and storming the enemy. There were no warriors who were not excited about this.

"Whoa! Continue to Lord Soma!!"

All men of all races roar and storm.

I think this may have been a lot quicker, but it is a later festival. All I could do was cling to Jaharn Gill so he wouldn't at least be shaken off.

Instead, Shemr curses when he finally catches up with Jaharngil.

"You stupid lizard! Where are those idiots on the front line with Soma on their backs!

But Jahangil is happy to concentrate on the fight and has no sign of noticing Shemr. He was half serious about killing Jaharngil, Shemr, but turns to you for signs of sword swallowing directed at him.

There he was, a dinosaurian who seemed to have slightly smaller jaharn gills. That Dinosaurian, who duplexed a curved single-edged sword like a shamseal, raises his anger as he walks alongside Shemr's right neighbor.

"Don't complain about what your father does when you're the daughter of a beast!

From those words, Shemr looked to her surprise as to whether this Dinosaurian was the son of Jahangil. Did it pass on, its dinosaurian seemingly grumpy and snorts out momentum.

"My name is Mehrzad Hetherm Jarouge! That's my brother Nieusher over there! Behind you is my last brother Pearlshire!

Caught in the words of Dinosaurian, who named him Mehrzad, he looked to the left, and there was Dinosaurian swinging a thick iron stick with countless protrusions. Further behind, this is another Dinosaurian swinging a great axe spear, and when he meets Shemr, he bows down small.

"Only the royal species (Nagaraja) will keep our backs! Don't complain about it, even though it's disproportionate to say that a poor person like that is on board is a business belly!

It was his youngest, Pearlshire, who ran behind him, who beckoned Melfzard.

"Brother. That's because my father recognized Lord Soma. It's more rude to complain about it."

Besides, my second son Nieusher nods silently and gives his consent as he wields an iron stick.

"Don't worry, Beast Daughter. It's up to our brothers to protect our father's back when he slashes into the enemy. As my father said, there's no safer place on this battlefield than my father's back right now."

If Pearlshire told me, Shemr realized there was no enemy around him.

At this time, if you looked down at the spot from above, you would have seen a kite-shaped blank zone created by Jahangil and his three brothers in a battlefield where enemy allies would get into a mess and fight.

Shemr couldn't help but marvel at the Dinosaurian strength that made it possible.

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"Here, let Dinosaurian in"

Darius also knew enough about the horrors of the Dinosaurians. It can be said that the combat power in that race of white soldiers is no longer of a different dimension. That's like living violence, so to speak. There's no way I can beat that thing head-on.

It was painful to be suddenly brought into the Battle of the White Soldiers, even though we would have to shoot them from afar with bows and arrows if we had to keep the spear tips in alignment to keep them away from us.

As its Darius concerns, a number of rows of heavy-duty spear infantry are devoured by the rampaging Dinosaurians.

But besides, Darius had a fierce grin.

"You rushed to win, you rebels"

If the troops you lead arrive, that will determine the victory or loss of this battle. Before that, you wanted to break down the dense formation at any cost.

It is true that the pressure on the dense formations was increased by Dwarf and Dinosaurian fighting the White Soldiers from the front.

But as far as I can tell, the number of Dinosaurians is about fifty. With that number, it's not hard to knock him down if you surround him with soldiers from the protruding and poke him with a spear, no matter how many dinosaurians he may be.

Instead, now that the rebels have abandoned their defense of position, it is a good time to regenerate.

Darius, praised with Holmea's best general, does not miss this slight opportunity, brought about by the rush of the Ethereal Horse.

"Strike the big drum! Alternate" Forward "and" Attack "!

Sharpening from the front is the pinnacle of dense formation by heavy-duty spear infantry. It was eaten from front to several rows, but the layers of dense formations are still thick. If we turn all that forward, we will surely be able to defeat no matter how strong Dinosaurians and Dwarves are.

A great stream arises within the heavy spear infantry regiment so as to meet the expectations of that Darius.

Until then, they were attacked from the front, left and right, and the heavy-duty spear infantry was not sure which way to set the spear. But strays disappeared from the heavy-duty spear infantry who came here and finally showed us the direction to take, and everyone began to move in one direction.

It is a sight, from a distance, as if the water in the barrel, which had been slapped around and the liquid surface violently and irregularly waved, erupted at once into a single stream by being plucked out.

One of Holmeer's best generals was trying to change the course of the battlefield.

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Dinosaurian's assault was awesome and instantly the front row of the heavy-duty Spear Infantry Regiment was pushed backwards about twenty steps at once. But just as the layers of the heavy-duty Spear Infantry Regiment are thick, from which they encounter intense resistance, and the just Dinosaurians, without pushing through, are in a step-by-step situation.

No longer did the battlefield show a comparison of willingness or patience.

In that, while swayed by Jaharngil's back, the Ethereal Horse has a somewhat unpleasant feeling that he noticed a change in the clap of the drums he was hearing from General Darius' led troops.

Unexpectedly, Jaharn Gill, who had even pushed forward until then, took only a few steps back. Jaharn Gill, who leaked a regrettable groan, immediately tries to forcefully step forward, but is instead pushed back.

What happened and the Ethereal Horse with his neck stretched and his face over Jaharngil's shoulder was seen as the heavily armed spear infantry soldiers who had hit and changed, lined their tips neatly and laid their shields.

Besides, the Ethereal Horse regrets it. It was still too early to bring it into the White Soldiers' War.

The Dwarves and Dinosaurians, who remain in front of dense formations, are plunged apart. All that or if the heavy-duty spear infantry that broke through the front takes it back, the Zoans, who are attacking the left and right of the dense formation, will now be in the shape of being poked at the sides and rear.

I look around quickly, left and right, but the Zoans, led by Garam and Zug, also came here and came under intense resistance from the heavy-duty spear infantry, looking like they haven't been attacked in just a few moments.

While doing so, Jahangil was forced to retreat even further by the heavy-duty spear infantry, which became a tremendous pressure to push.

There are no more hand tags to cut into pale horses.

After all, it was a reckless battle against a lot of people. Everyone dies. Because of me, everyone dies.

With such guilt and fear, the Ethereal Horse froze his whole body of blood.

At that time, a nostalgic voice rises in the ears of the Ethereal Horse.

"If you're so scared, you won't be able to do anything, Ethereal Horse."

That was the voice of my dead grandfather.

It was when the Ethereal Horse was just a little boy, practicing riding his bike. That's what my grandfather said to Ethereal Horse, who was afraid to fall off the auxiliary wheel for the first time to practice.

"Are you scared? Hmm, then try to speak up. Hmm? Whatever. If you shout out loud, you'll blow something up that scares you. Come on, try it. You're the one who can. He's my grandfather's proud grandson."

I remember the warmth of my grandfather's hand placed on my shoulder with that word. As pushed by its warmth, the Ethereal Horse was raising his voice.

"Guys, speak up! Shout out loud!!"

With that in mind, the Dwarves and Dinosaurians, who were desperately fighting, join together to raise their voices. Subsequently, he also heard voices rising from the Zoans, who were attacking the dense formations from left to right.

"" Whoa whoa!! "

The voices that overlapped one became loud voices that rocked heaven and earth.

The Ethereal Horse also cried out as far as his voice was concerned.

"Collapse. Whoa!

And finally, the time came.

It began with soldiers who were in the centre of the dense formation and in places that hit its rear. They still haven't seen the enemy in person because they were at the center of an overcrowded formation with shoulders touching each other. I just had to extrapolate the existence of enemies by the noise and anger of the fierce sword trident I could hear.

And that gave rise to an unthinkable imagination.

Before the battle began, the number of the rebels was taught to be much smaller than they were and to kick them off easily. But if the battle begins, will you hear the terrible roar of the enemy from all the front or from left to right? They were bewildered and terrified by a completely different situation than they had been asked beforehand.

Wasn't it a mistake to be heard that the rebels were a minority?

Weren't there enough enemies to surround this one?

Maybe it wasn't the rebels who were inferior in numbers, it was ourselves?

Twitching black anxiety and fear were beginning to erode the morale of the soldiers who were supported by the advantage that they were numerous.

If I had actually crossed the blades on the front line, I wouldn't have even been able to afford to think about that. But the soldiers, who had not yet put their enemies in front of them, were frightened by an imagination that they could only afford to think about.

The loud voice aroused by the decree of the Ethereal Horse to such a place violently shaken the heart of the soldier who was shaking anxiously.

And it was by that that some of the soldiers who were behind the only dense formation not besieged began to fall back, disrupting the formation.

It was one or two at first. But I'm caught by it, and I go back again with one of you. The number increases with ten or twenty.

The Ethereal Horse, who found it as soon as possible, exclaimed.

"Look! Behind the enemy collapsed!

Those around them who hear the voice of the Ethereal Horse turn their eyes to the rear of the enemy, but are discouraged even though they have not collapsed as much as they dare to say. But the Ethereal Horse screams even more.

"The rear of the enemy is crumbling! Guys, tell it out loud!!"

"Ooh! Ok!"

Jaharn Gill screamed in his ear, bewildered, but repeated the words of the Ethereal Horse.

"The rear of the enemy has collapsed!

Moreover, with it, those who were around began to scream orally.

"The enemy has collapsed!

"The rear of the enemy is starting to collapse!

As that voice spreads, a twist also rolls between the opposing heavy-duty spear infantry. The soldiers in the front row, who were desperately fighting, could not measure their authenticity because they could not see the rear, and stepped on the spot to look around themselves.

As a result, the Ethereal Horse shouted even more, even though only for a few moments the pressure from the enemy had stopped.

"It's our win! Raise the Kachidori!

The Ethereal Horses hoisted up the weapon in their hands into heaven, and raised their wings.

In front of such pale horses, the soldiers also forget to attack and become obscure.

Right now, we're just about to strike back. Yet I didn't understand that the opponent suddenly started to raise his wings.

But you can't even tell them all that their Seung-Joon is a lie. Either way, the battle that was initially won and commonplace, but if you open the lid, the proud dense formations are flanked and worn out, besieged by an enemy that was heard to be a small crowd.

In the minds of the soldiers, it is also impossible that the suspicion has boiled down.

"... you lost?

And leaked from somewhere in the dense formation, the words were derisive, and the soldiers began to raise their voices no less similar to screams.

"Want to lose?!"

"Are you sure?! Did I lose?

To the anxiety voices of the soldiers, Judius and the other officers are confused without knowing why they mentioned such a thing when they say that it is precisely where they are now starting to push back their enemies. Anyway, Judius and the others, desperately denied it, but it was no longer too late.

The voice instantly spreads to the entire dense formation.

In addition, one of the soldiers who was looking back noticed the Harpurans flying over the heads of troops led by General Darius. That was a sight that the Harpuns were more aggressive, but the soldier didn't take it that way.

"Look! The General is being attacked by the birds!

And that stopped it.

"Run away! We lost!

"No more! Run!"

"They're gonna kill me!

The soldiers of the Crusaders threw down their weapons, shouting so loudly at each other, and began to turn their backs and flee.

It will no longer be an unstoppable running stream, and the dense formations from which the soldiers fled will collapse.

To the sight, the Ethereal Horse rejoiced, and Darius, in despair, the exact same words leaked out of the two mouths.

"I collapsed!