Hakai no Miko

"Stop -! Maintain a dense formation! I said stop!!"

Judius is desperately raising his voice, but the collapse of a dense formation that once collapsed does not stop. The dense formations that are supposed to be strong collapse so brittle that the beholder is taken aback.

Among the soldiers thus fleeing, it was often seen that the noble children, this time in their first line, fled in contention for the first time. Now the soldiers in general are not supposed to obey Judith's orders.

The collapse of the Crusaders no longer stopped whoever issued the decree.

Already there was never a victory or defeat, but the Ethereal Horse would not let loose his hand.

Even though we are now defeated, the number of crusaders is still much higher than ourselves. If I woke up from the confusion of defeat and once again they formed an army to attack me, I would have had no great victory over the Ethereal Horses who had put out all the measures. Whether they say it's ruthless now or not, we should thoroughly sweep the defeated and take away the power and energy to just rematch.

On Jaharn Gill's back, the pale horse waved her arms wide and raised her voice.

"You sweep the cripples!

Following the decree of the Ethereal Horse, Zoan's warrior, who was nearby, slaps the drum hard.

Everyone roared accordingly and began pursuing fleeing crusaders.

Of course, at its vanguard are the Zoans, who walk on four legs. When they catch up to the soldiers who flee with their backs turned in an instant (again), they jump from behind and push them down to the ground, scratching and slashing their throats with a mountain knife.

"Stupid! Zoan, you think you can get away with turning your back on your opponent?!"

Darius also held his elbow tight silently again, as Marius exclaimed angrily at the sight.

The most war casualties come out of battle, not when they're spearing at each other. It is when defeat is pursued by the enemy where he has never turned his back and fled.

Not to mention Zoan, who runs like a horse. No matter how desperate a walking human is to run away from it. As it was, I could not imagine how much damage would be done.

In order to stop this Zoan pursuit, we have to put either unit in the garrison (Dengu), but only those directly under Darius are in command at the moment. But no matter how many troops Darius boasts of being elite, he won't be able to stop Zoan's pursuit today, which is totally gaining momentum in just about five hundred.

At least narrow valleys, deep forests, etc. can be used as defensive positions and fought with them, but unfortunately the way out is a plain as far as we can see. The camp we built yesterday was also just a bunch of tents stopping by, and we could not expect it to serve as a defensive position.

It's cruel when this happens, but we have no choice but to kill the runaway and delayed soldiers who have already been devoured by Zoan's pursuit forces. Withdraw to the rear while Zoan and the others take the trouble to sweep the resistant soldiers and disable the surrendered soldiers. So we have to assemble the soldiers who have fled with their flags, regroup their troops, and retreat to the city of Luoma with the Zoans we have been chasing.

Of course, it's a severed thought to kill Darius and the soldiers.

I cannot stop the regret of why such a great defeat has come to a boil.

Until he fought, Darius thought he was a group of rebels.

Zoan and Dwarves and Dinosaurians are all species with much braver and tougher flesh than humans if you look at them individually. In a one-on-one battle, humans will have no chance of winning.

But a battle is not something you do individually. No matter how good an individual's martial arts may be, if they are not all serving as one army, it is a U.N. crowd. If a group of fugitive slaves who just weren't going to go had just turned shoulder to shoulder for fear of the crusaders, they would just put other races at a slight disadvantage and flee with us and destroy themselves.

I didn't mean to underestimate you, but it was reasonable to think so in the rebellious Zoan and the slaves who had just been freed by it.

But if you actually cross the blades, it's a hell of a story with the UAE people.

It's a place where you can call it a beating rather than a curiosity, such as turning the majority of Zoans, the dominant force, from a standing caged position, onto the side of a dense formation. Yet those left in the position endured without escape, and Zoan, in response, showed them by eating through the flanks of dense formations.

If this had been just a group of stopovers, those who remained in the position would have tried to chase after Zoan and escaped, and Zoan would not have been able to storm the dense formation either.

That's not all. Even when he besieged a dense formation and became a fierce temple, he fought and showed just one without retreating, while dealing with enemies several times more powerful than his own.

If you think of a soldier in your own army who prided himself on the advantages of numbers and collapsed brittle when threatened with them, you even regret that it was this one who was rather a gathering.

What the hell is keeping them together?

So that Darius' eyes, which raised such questions, could be drawn to him, and he found, from among the rebels, the figure of one human being.

It is a human child carried by Dinosaurian.

Darius somehow caught it surprisingly vividly when he said he was so far away that he could only see it at the earlier size of his pinky finger.

I am not surprised by that because I heard from the inhabitants who fled the city that it was the human boy who was leading the rebels. What surprised Darius was that it was Dinosaurian carrying that human boy - and moreover, the Tyrannosaurus species.

In the Dinosaurian social system, the Tirano species belong to a privileged class called the Warrior species. This, in human terms, is equivalent to samurai and aristocracy. Moreover, the Tirano species is a great nobleman among the nobles said to have only a royal species on it.

The back of the Tirano species, which stands before it and fights to protect the royal species, is directed only at the royal species. It was unthinkable to entrust its back to anything other than the royal species. Not to mention if that is a person who is overlooked as a "poor monkey" to Dinosaurian.

He's the leader of the traitor! Is this it?!

Darius flashed.

If even the Tirano species of Dinosaurian, overlooking humans and other dust mustards because of their bravery, can be entrusted with their backs, they can also follow the proud Zoan. Let the Elves and Dwarves abandon the certainty of both races and cooperate. Let the whimsical Harpuan risk his life.

The rebels are not assembled for fear of the Crusaders.

The boy is not just a handled god.

It's that boy who obeys me.

That boy is what the rebels want!

At that time Darius's ear will be raised with a nostalgic voice.

'Hey, Darius. What do you think the strongest army is?

That was when the youth officer was still full of hope for his youth and future.

Darius, who was young, as he rolled out to the liquor store with his friends every night, talked about a variety of things as he choked up the liquor, including the end of the country and where the whore was feeling well in his own future and at the end of the day.

And what we were talking about at that time was about what we thought was the strongest army.

Next to Darius twisting his head wondering what to answer, Toshio, who within his companions was called the future general, said confidently.

"Brave heavy infantry like Dinosaurian, sailors with good knowledge of waters like Marman, skillful engineers like Dwarf, excellent archers like Elves, lightweight cavalry like Zoan, quick conductors like Harpuran. And the General of Shirakoshi. This is the strongest army. '

"That's the strongest," the friends, including Darius, burst out laughing at the answer, raising Yaya's praise.

Because that was a joke.

I have a joke similar to this.

It's called, 'The strongest army is an American general, a German officer, a Japanese corporal, a Russian soldier'.

This is a joke about the ethnicity of the nations: the brave Americans for the generals who decide the whole operation, the handful of Germans for the officers who manage the operation, the diligent Japanese for the corporals who carry out the operation and the brave Russians for the soldiers who fight.

But this is just a joke. There's no way that can be real. That's why it's a joke.

But the strongest army that could only be in that joke now existed in front of Darius.

Moreover, it is not of the vague expression "like" or the like once spoken by Darius's friend.

To the brave Dinosaurian heavy infantry, skillful Dwarf engineers, excellent elf archers, light Zoan light infantry and quick Harpuan preachers. And bring them together, human commander.

Still, that was hard to say complete, but the prototype of the strongest army was already about to be shaped.

Darius recalls the contents of a letter from Tutu.

There, too, wasn't it written?

The enemy may be the strongest army.

"You meant this!

It is in the high degree of versatility of human soldiers that the human army has so far prevailed over other races. By switching quickly to a soldier race that the race does not like, it has always been fought to its advantage over the race.

But before this mightiest army, harnessing the characteristics of each race, it becomes just an instrumentally poor army, such as a human army.

Darius is stunned by his imagination.

That was just enough time to count three slowly. But Marius, who has followed Darius on a daily basis, has a length that makes him feel abnormal.

Marius urged Darius to issue a decree, knowing that he was overstepping.

"My lord, that's no longer the case! I need an order to retreat!

"Then no!

Darius refused Marius' advice.

Darius denies even more forcefully that Marius turns his eyes to surprise, even though he never thought he would be rejected.

"Then no! Then no, Marius!

"Why is that?! I've no longer decided to win or lose! Now if you sneak out of shame, come someday and make sure you clear this humiliation!

"Then it's too late, Marius!

The rebels who won this battle will have complete control of the city of Bornis. But no matter how much you ruled the city of Bornis, it's just one regional city. This anti-Semitic crusade failed, but there is still room to salvage it.

Besides, this is how I lost once. We can no longer show the authority of King Holmeer in the country by attacking and destroying enemies once and for all with large armies, as we have done this time, but then we no longer need to have such a large army in place. It's good with the right amount of force. So over and over again, as if waves were pushing against the seaside, you just have to attack them repeatedly and exhaust the rebels.

Of course, this one will be exhausted, but the local power is completely different from that of one local city and country. The power of the rebels runs out far before Holmea. After that, you just have to attack the city of Bornis carefully.

If you think normally, that's good.

It should be good.

But...

So is that really good?

Behind Darius's brain, anxiety strikes me.

You can even think about it. Until just a few months ago, wasn't Zoan on the verge of doom? Its Zoan burned down eight hundred soldiers, dropped a fortress of impenetrable defeat, and plunged it all the way to the city of Bornis, where it could not have been attacked. And finally, with just over a thousand soldiers, he defeated more than seven thousand crusaders.

Who could have imagined this? Take one of these battles, and whoever commands the rebels has overshadowed all this common sense.

What the hell would happen if those guys got the vast Sorbiant Plains?

What happens if you give those guys time?

"Don't give them a slight respite either! - Hey, do it!

Not them (...).

It's him.

"He's the one who commands those rebels!

Darius poked his fingertips at a pale horse halfway across the impending enemy.

"He's the only one who has to be killed here! He's the one who needs to be killed here now! If we don't, he'll bring disaster to Holmea! Inevitably, it will bring great disaster to our Holmea! He's the only one who has to kill here at all costs!!"

It was Darius' instinct to be sure.

If you miss this opportunity, you become a powerful being beyond your control.

Defeat him here and he will be a terrible enemy of the Holmeer nation.

Darius' account, who had been forged up on the battlefield for a long time, complained so.

"So, what do you say we try and take him out?!"

To get the blade to the head of the rebel, we must first break through the Zoans, who are pushing in momentum. Even if it could, it is the Dinosaurians known for their bravery who are around the heads of the rebels. Even though breaking through Zoan would lose many soldiers, it is a very impossible story, such as defeating them further and raising the head of the rebels.

But Darius let go of his stunned words.

"I will lead my chariot and storm for him!

"What?!"

"Okay! Don't let anyone else see you! It's on that Dinosaurian's back, just aim for the head of the enemy!

Marius was stunned.

Then it is a special attack ready for jade crushing.

But that Darius himself knew a hundred things.

"Give up your life and take him away! If we take him away, Holmeer will win if we die! Holmeer!

Marius, who felt Darius' determination so stiff, no longer defended himself.

"As Your Excellency wishes!

That's what he said. Darius stopped Marius from trying to turn the horse's head to convey it to the rear of the unit.

"Marius......!

"How have you been, my lord?

To Marius, who looked back, Darius said as if to spit blood.

"I'm sorry, Marius. I thought you were bound to be the next general, and I've been working out. But this is where I lose my qualities, resenting my incompetence."

It was Marius, who was slightly surprised, but soon a full grin on its face.

"What are you saying, my lord? I am more proud to be able to fight with Your Excellency in this way than to be a Grand General!

"... forgive me, Marius"

Not only Marius, but the troops directly under Darius, are the elites in the elite who have been fighting with Darius ever since. And when they knew that Darius was ready, they also began to belly themselves.

Having felt the resolve of such a subordinate, Darius is convinced that this would surely lead to the head of that rebel.

"Good! Aim, that Dinosaurian's back borne man is the only one! Whoever falls, don't stop your legs! Just aim for his neck!

The soldiers are silent, meet with swords and spears in their hands, and show their will to fight.

"I'll clear my way! Step over my corpse and take him! I will go to the entrance of the underworld one step ahead and wait for your rising kai!

"" For Your Excellency's sake!

The soldiers chanted.

Darius formed his troops into a formation. And when the commander was supposed to be at the end of the line, Darius dared to lead his own chariot. It is to make the most of the penetration of the tank, while paving the way with its own life, as declared.

Those who have followed Darius for a long time cannot help but be exasperated.

Every soldier became a dead soldier who cared less for his own life.

The five hundred soldiers who have formed the formation of an arrow are transformed into exactly one arrow. It is a deadly arrow, which, if unleashed, will necessarily take the life of the enemy.

And when Darius' heavily wielded right arm was about to be shaken down now, and the arrow of death unleashed against the pale horse, his voice lifted up,

"I can't do this anymore! Run away, run away!