Hakai no Miko

Still, on a hill where the sun had just risen, there was a sound of cutting air.

It is the sound of a powerful sword. The sound was raised as the mountain knife, wielded with sharp exhalation, cleaved the air many times leaving the aftermath of the night.

It was Mambaha who was doing it.

Removing his braided torso armor and naked upper body, Mambaha was silently waving a mountain knife against one of his opponents, the air.

It is a workout that should only appear bare to others. However, Mambaha's face was engraved with such an insurmountable expression that it was not just a workout.

But that's not impossible either.

What is in the eyes of Mambaha, who keeps waving his mountain knife, is the sight of that duel with Garam.

Mambaha's life, which was going well, drove that day crazy to the border. Until then, they were treated to the strongest warriors on the plains, and in the battle against humans, they led the warriors, apart from the chiefs. But as soon as they lost the duel, many of them returned their palms.

Only attitude is the strongest warrior on the plains.

The strongest warrior ever to lose to a kid.

He even slapped me in the pussy like that.

Mambaha, who evoked it, can put more effort into his arms gripping the mountain knife when he bites down his giraffes and fangs.

Mambaha waves a mountain knife toward Garam in memory.

Beat Gallum in the face the same way he did then. I got caught off guard with this then, but I won't make that mistake anymore. Mambaha wields the mountain knife endlessly, slapping off both hands and feet of the gallam in the back of her brain, scratching her throat off.

Repeat that over and over again.

This has been his routine since he lost to Garam in a duel.

One of my surroundings ran out of breath to such a place in Mambaha.

I was wondering if he had come to call himself because it was time for breakfast, but that guy ran over to Mambaha, and he freshly screwed up like he ate bubbles.

"Ha, my God," Rough Taste "! They're coming!

Before the panicking surrounding man, Mambaha abandoned him as he put his neck through the torso armor, which he had laid aside all the time.

"Also, even the witch-head user came? My demands remain the same. Tell him I won't allow a human kid like that to be king of the clan, or a kid (Gallum) to be chief of the great clan, and drive him back."

"Oh, I'm not. It's a rough rush. Those guys -" Fierce Fangs "and" Angry Claws "are just the two of us here!

"What?!"

It was in an instant that Mambaha had a surprise look on his face, and he immediately rushed out to the entrance to the hill.

When Mambaha arrived, there was already a majority of the comrades who agreed with themselves packed there.

And beyond that are undoubtedly Garam and Zoog.

The two surroundings were surrounded by comrades. But before the two males, whose names were known in the plains, the comrades of Mambaha bow down to see. It's an abomination, but from Mambaha's point of view, the two are different in character from their surroundings, etc.

"This is, this is! Selling human beings to bless the Great Patriarch's throne, and their hipster wipes, came all the way out here."

To start by scolding the comrades whose hips were falling off, and to show that they were not even on their teeth, such as Galam or Zoog, Mambaha cursed them both out loud.

"I thought you were exactly rounding your tail to the point where it was worn out, but I've reviewed it a little bit. - Hey, you guys."

Comrades who were asked by Mambaha to agree tried to mock the two of them, but the only thing that came out of their mouths was faint exhalation.

But that is also an impossible story.

Men who can't complain or speak out if they borrow the prestige of Mambaha don't have the guts to laugh at them in front of the angry zoog.

"Who do you mean by hip wipes?" The most powerful warrior in the Plains. "

Zoog says in Dos' dominant voice, emphasizing the "ex" part. Besides, Mambaha turned her chest against Dawn (like this) without being frightened by Zoog's anger.

"Hmm! I used to think it seemed somewhat promising, but I was disappointed," claw clan chief. "Since when did Claw Families start waving their tails at Fang Fang Families?

Until a short while ago, it was a well known story that Zoog was hostile to Gallum. But when he heard that Zoog had pushed Gallam to the Great Sheikh, Mambaha had a sense of contempt with anger. This is all the more so because Mambaha, who holds a grudge against Galam, also had the unsolicited intimacy with Zug of hostility towards Galam.

But Zoog laughs at that with his nose.

"Wow! Once upon a time, a man of a certain degree knew a great deal about Kraga Bigana Zug, the Angry Claw whose one Zoan XII clan is the chief."

From Mambaha, no matter how old a young man is like his own son, Zug is the chief who keeps one family. Even Manbaja, formerly known as the strongest warrior on the plains, such as ramblings against it, is not acceptable.

Not to mention insulting a chief representing a family is tantamount to insulting that family itself. If they are bad, Mambaha and the others could turn everything against the enemy.

Still, Mambaha scoffed (bruised) without his teeth.

"I'm Menuin Nurga Mambaha from Rough Taste! Since you were still sucking on your mother's breasts, I've been fighting as a warrior! Don't be shrewd, you hairy young man!

Besides, Zoog also returns with a full smile on his face.

But that smile, a fierce beast laugh. The Zug giant was greatly felt once and twice by the anger and willingness to kill that flowed out of him, and the comrades of Mambaha put their hands on the mountain sword of their hips without my knowledge.

Zoog steps forward with his fingers pounding.

"Wait, Angry Claws"

It was Gallum who lifted his arms and controlled him before such a zoog.

"Don't forget what we came for. We're here to discuss it."

"Ha! What more do we need to discuss"

But Mambaha laughed it off.

Still, Gallam preached Mambaha as a comeback.

That the current situation in which Zoan was placed is no longer the sole story within the Sorbiant Plains. If Zoan is to survive, he must look outside the plain himself. And that the power of the Ethereal Horse is indispensable for this.

Gallam explained each of these things to Mambaha, searching for his own words.

But Mambaha didn't even have the ears to listen, and he truncated all of it with the paranoia of an inert man.

"Can't I say this much?

Still, Galam flirted with Mambaha, but Mambaha refuses to do so.

"It's awful! Tell that human kid. If you want me to admit it, I want you to come this far. If you lick my ass hole and plead, you'll have nothing to admit."

That's what Mambaha said. He opened his big mouth and laughed. Comrades around also follow Mambaha and laugh.

"Gallum, you're the same. If you want me to admit you're a grand chief, you're gonna lick my ass hole. Come on, get your tongue out!

Mambaha stretches her tongue herself and moves it to show it.

Even being so insulted, Gallum didn't even feel angry.

Sighing as if to pity Mambaha, he extended his right arm and looked from the hill with his index finger to point to the plain on the east side.

"Look over there"

Mambaha, who saw Gallam pointing at him, narrowed his eyes.

In the plains lit by the sun that had just risen, a large swamp, a precious water field around here, lit up and shimmered in the morning sun. And I can see about thirty people in front of it.

"There, Soma's waiting for you"

Besides, Mambaha laughed with her nose.

"A human kid even wants to discuss this with me?

"No. It's not -"

It was Gallum trying to keep the word going, but Zoog puts a big hand on its shoulder.

"Well, wait, it's Raging Fangs. I'll explain it to you instead."

What Gallum saw, turning around even though he didn't bother to say so much just to convey the words of the Ethereal Horse, is a zoog with a very happy face.

Zug, who floated full of joy, tried to push the gallam away and came forward, he said to Mambaha.

"It's a rough rush. It's Lord Soma and the Dwarves over there."

"Damn it! I don't have the right to discuss it with a guy like a cow's shit!

"That's a mistake," Zug waves small at Mambaha, who refuses to discuss it softly. In front of Mambaha, who was trying to make no sense of what was a mistake, Zoog put on an arm and showed his face like he was even in trouble.

"But hey. Can I say something about this guy? Well, what's the matter..."

To put it deliberately and reluctantly, Mambaha, who knew that was what Zoog was after, was frustrated.

"Yes! What are you trying to say?! Let me get this straight!

Besides, Zoog said with a full grin:

"'Don't say four or five, call me'"

For a while, Mambaha becomes a shuddered face without understanding what she was told. Zoog says it over and over again to Mambaha like that.

"Don't you see? Lord Soma tells me to come and beat you up."

At the next moment, anger erupts from Mambaha's body.

"You! It's so sweet when a human kid beats me up!!"

Zoog gestured to calm down to Mambaha, who was still grasping his chest barn.

"No, no, I don't care if you tell me. I'm just here to tell you what Lord Soma said."

Besides, Garam shrugged back listening in silence behind him.

It is true that the Ethereal Horse has told me to come. But the Ethereal Horse just told me to provoke Mambaha, and all the dialogue I just said is Zug's improvisation.

There is no doubt that this is a return of interest that was ridiculed by Mambaha earlier as hipster wipes, etc.

If he can't grow up, in front of a sluggish gallam, Zoog goes on to become a nori and provoke.

"'It's just a light exercise before breakfast, such as the person you're dealing with. I want to eat breakfast made by Elegant Fangs early and take it slow. It's a hassle to deal with each and every one of them. Everybody put it together and I'll twist it gently, so call it a day.'"

Besides, it's all mambaha, and the flames of anger erupt from among the warriors around us.

Speaking lightly about their power as warriors, more than that, the story of Shemr, the son of God the Beast, stirred their anger.

If you look from them, the great beast god-recognized son who worships humans as "you under the umbilical cord," even if he serves it. Moreover, Shemr is a daughter so famous as a beauty of the world that they also hear rumors that her family is different. They hear that such beauties of their own race are used for the good of men of other races, and do not enrage men, etc.

And Mambaha cried out again with her fangs not gushing in anger.

"Right! You want me to kill that bull shit!

Mambaha is a man who has been able to obey the warriors around him by letting his arms say things. For such a man, such insults would never be tolerated. Assuming Mambaha endures, he will instead be underestimated by the warriors he has been able to follow with his strength. As for Mambaha, this is when he had to go mad, and he wasn't willing to curb his anger again either.

"Come on, young builders! I'll tear the cow shit out of your sacrifice and prove your stupidity!

That being said, Mambaha ran out with four legs.

"You guys, follow me! We're gonna go tear the cow's shit apart!

When the comrades raised their voice of anger to the call, they ran down the hill after Mambaha at best.

After a while, only Garam and Zoog were left on the hill.

Gallum leaks one big sigh at Zoog, who looks like an evil kid whose Kaishin prank has succeeded, waving and dropping off Mambaha.

"Zoog. Whatever it takes, it's too much."

And Zoog showed it with his tongue out.

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"Soma, the rough rushes are starting to run down the hill."

Shemru, who was making a rustle out of his hands and looking over the hill, said so.

"Is there a man named Mambaha, you know?

I asked both Garam and Zug to provoke the Manbakhas, not just to take calm judgment from them with anger and cloud their eyes, but to let Manbakha himself cut the lead. Based on the character of Mambaha as we heard from the Gallums, he definitely expects himself to lead the way, but still, just in case, the Ethereal Horse confirmed to Shemr.

"... I wouldn't know if we weren't a little closer. - I just want to say, the guy who cuts ahead and runs is probably Mambaha."

Shemr has never seen Mambaha directly into its eyes before, but his arrogant temper of overconfidence in his own power has long been heard in rumors. I don't think a man of that character can get behind someone.

"Then let's get ready to welcome this one too. - Mr. Dvarin."

When the Ethereal Horse speaks, Dvarin slaps the ground hard with the axe spear (Halvard) stone clash in his hand. Then he lined up like a wall the shield the Dwarves had in their hands, waiting behind him, sticking a spear out of it and creating an interception posture.

"Totally. All night long, I thought I'd let you jerk off, and now I'm not fighting Zoan. Are you going to crush us?"

So blurry, Doverlyn let her swoop up probably all the time and waved an axe spear.

"Well, this time, it doesn't look like this guy's coming..."

"It's best to be, just in case,"

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, Doverlyn showed her chest stretched just as she understood it.

There is still some time for the Mambakhs to get here. Until then, Shemr, who was shabby, asked about the words of the Ethereal Horse the other day.

"Hey, Soma. You said there were as many ways to kill Zoan as you wanted. Is that true?

Despite the words of the Ethereal Horse, "you under the umbilical cord," Shemr asked in a shanky tone to the content that belittled Zoan.

"That's right. 'Cause I always figure out how to beat Zoan."

"Don't get me wrong," the Ethereal Horse said to Shemr, who looked at us wondering if we were going to turn to the enemy.

"The greatest power I have is the Zoan warriors. Zoan's warriors will always be my strength in the battle against Holmeer."

Besides, to Shemr, who roughed his nose muffled, the Ethereal Horse spilled a small laugh before continuing his words.

"So the enemy who wants to defeat me will surely come up with a way to defeat Zoan. If Zoan breaks, that's my loss. So I have to protect everyone in Zoan from the enemy. In order to do that, we have to figure out how the enemy is going to take you down."

And the Ethereal Horse smiled and showed it to Shemr.

"So I've always figured out a way to defeat Zoan."

I see. In front of Shemr, who is convinced, the Ethereal Horse scratches his nose head in the light.

"Well, even though the witch head told me to kill someone named Mambaha because of that, I soon came up with a good way"

So the pale horse changes his tone to something serious.

"Hey, Shemr. What do you think Zoan's biggest weapon is?

Shemr answered the sudden question of the Ethereal Horse with a strained chest.

"That would be, of course, foot speed"

For Zoan, a foot that is run like a horse is a pride of the race. The speed of Zoan, the four-legged enemy, is about as good as Harpuran, who can fly through the sky.

"So what's Zoan's weakness?

But Shemru, questioned so heavily by the Ethereal Horse, mumbled and contemplated. I've been thinking about it for a while, Shemr, but if I don't know, I shake my neck small and sideways.

"You don't know. Proud, but not accommodating, or something like that?

Besides, the Ethereal Horse joked and replied:

"Zoan's weakness is that he can run fast."

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The angry Mambaha was running with his comrades on four legs down the plain.

If you look at it, in front of the swamp, a human kid like Soma has the Dwarves laying down shields and putting up spears to create an interception posture.

Besides, what they have is the terrain that I was able to put out in the swamp behind them. Now, the only way to attack from here is to really go directly in front of the opponent.

It is an unforgettable memory that about thirty years ago, when I was still young, the warriors of the Zoan All-Family Coalition, who stormed into a similar army of men, looked painfully in the eye.

A human lad like Soma is a tenacious one, just saying he has driven back more than twice as many human armies as he has.

But Mambaha decides that there is nothing to fear.

Only less than thirty dwarves line up compared to that time. Besides, a human lad who says soma or something stands relaxed in front of him. There is no such thing as taking the neck of that human lad and breaking down the Dwarves' ranks.

And it came to pass when Mambaha, thinking so, went round about directly in front of the Ethereal Horses.

The light burns Mambaha's eyes.

That didn't just turn to the front of the Ethereal Horse, so it also fronted with the rising sun. The swamp behind the Ethereal Horses was shining brightly, reflecting the light of the sun.

"Don't be such a pussy! - You guys are frightened! It's just a blind eye!

Mambaha barked as she narrowed her eyes to her eyelids.

Using terrain, the sun, etc. are the hands that the "Black Beast" flagged humans were good at. Mambaha is also dug up the memory of the "black beast" who was forced to lick the bitter juice over and over again, which stirs up even more anger.

"Don't be frightened of such a coward! If there was such a guy, this guy would cut my neck off!

To the scolding of Mambaha, the comrades following him said, "Oh!" I responded.

Already, the unknown human kid who says soma or something is right in front of you.

In less than two breaths, it will be a flying distance. Then all you have to do is push him down to the ground and scratch his thin neck off with a mountain knife.

It was Mambaha, who was running along the plain with four legs thinking so, but when his right hand, stretched out a long time ago, touched the ground, it felt strange.

Again, Mambaha is not just a warrior either. As soon as I realized that odd feeling, I kicked the earth harder with my feet than I weighed in my hands and jumped forward.

"Whoa! What is this?!"

"Wow! Oh, my leg?!"

While you're jumping into the universe, there's one surprise coming up from behind.

He was a Mambaha who bounced in an impossible position, but with that excellent sense of equilibrium, he regained his posture while in the universe. And down to the ground from both legs.

In the meantime, the mudslide hit my face, along with the tidy and damp noise.

"Ko, is this...?!"

Looking down at his feet, Mambaha was stunned.

My feet were buried in the mud near my shin.