Hakai no Miko

"Why is this place muddy?!"

It is also impossible that Mambaha was stunned. Somehow the ground around it was muddy, and Mambaha was buried there all the way to his tibia.

It was a mud trap created overnight by Dvarin and the rest of the Dwarves, at the request of the Ethereal Horse.

It's no big deal to say I made it the most. After shallow digging up the ground, it was only sprinkled with water and mud that had been drawn from the swamp. On top of that, if you properly lay down and disguise the weeds that were growing around you pulling through their roots, you won't know it in the distance first. Not to mention that the eyes, provoked and clouded by anger, do not seem to open properly by further sunlight and swamp lighting back.

If Mambaha looked back behind the sound of screaming and yelling, there was a sibling there who fitted into the mud one after the other, just like himself.

He who suddenly falls down with his hands or feet taken by mud. Those who rushed forward tried to stop in haste to get into the mud, but did not make it, so that they could fold up and get into the mud. Those who have stood still, but are pushed by their successors and dropped in the mud as well. He who bounced into the universe like a mambaha, alright, but falls down in the middle of mud. Those who did not get into the mud, but, like that of those who were running forward, did not know what to do, but went right and left.

The Ethereal Horse spoke to Shemr, looking at the appearance of those.

"Zoan is too specialized to run fast. That's not just the flesh. Until culture and life, Zoan has become specialized in running on four legs"

It is, for example, the mountain sword of Zoan. Zoan's Mountain Knife is a weapon of a warrior, while at the same time being a tool used in all of Zoan's life. It is natural to use it to punish prey, but a mountain knife is also used to judge it. And Zoan uses a mountain knife to cut down the bushes, to cook, to break the firewood.

That would be the result of continuing to restrict the tools you carry, in order to run fast, and that is how you were born.

"Zoan can't have a sword or a long weapon that gets in his way to run with four legs. I can't even wear heavy armor. I can't even hold a shield. Even bows and arrows."

Bows and arrows were born as tools for hunting prey from afar.

Why do we have to hunt for prey from afar? That's because many of the animals you prey on are faster legs than people. Instead of getting close if you can escape, you can't even catch up. For this reason, they needed tools to hunt their prey from as far away as bows and arrows.

Zoan, however, was rushed faster than the animals to be preyed upon. For this reason, it was more certain to jump on prey and slash him directly with a mountain knife than to shoot an arrow from afar.

And because he can do that, Zoan uses bows and arrows as weapons used by the cowards and the infirm.

"But if you seal that biggest weapon, the leg, what happens? All that's left there will be soldiers wearing only poor armies."

Shemr was half-witted to hear the words of the pale horse.

Not so deep mud, but as the Ethereal Horses put it, the Mambakhas had been totally killed on Zoan's biggest weapon, his leg. That's all Mambaha and the others try to get out of the mud quickly, but from the sudden situation and the impatience that is in front of them, they push down their people, they fall on their own, unnecessarily in the mud. There is no such thing as Zoan, who was called the hegemony of the plains.

Plus the Ethereal Horse was waiting behind him, sending a signal with his hands up to Dvarin and the others.

"Come on, let's get you surrendered"

The Dwarves, who received the signal, step forward with a leather bag with a long string. And as he took the string and rotated the leather bags, he used his centrifugal force to throw several leather bags at the Zoans, which rose in the mud.

One of the leather bags strikes directly at the head of one of Zoan, who was in a dough state and folded over. But there's no pain or shock like I expected. Instead, the Zoan man wore the liquid that had been put inside the leather bag from his head.

"Hey, what is this...?

Only for a few moments did I wonder so. The man immediately realized who he was.

"You stink! Oh, oily?!"

The others ascertain the smell of the liquid that descended on their bodies, and raise a similar voice.

Shemru frowned in surprise before these Mambahs.

I was supposed to stop the Mambaha's legs with mud, throw oil in there, and then call for a surrender, and yet after all this time, the Ethereal Horse says nothing. The range of mud made in just one night is not as wide as I thought. It's confusing now, but if we don't let them surrender early on, the Manbakhas will escape.

Shemr, who looked at the Ethereal Horse wondering what was going on, opened his eyes a little.

The pale horse in the hand of the burning pine was trembling in small pieces. You're going to call for a surrender, with your mouth half-opened, but you can't seem to speak. I feel blue without heart or complexion.

Shit, I thought, Shemr shouted to the Mambakhas as he snatched the pine light out of the pale horse's hand.

"Don't move!!"

Struck by one of Shemr's drinks, the Mambakhs stop moving.

"I am Shemr, daughter of Garguz, one of the twelve Zoan families! He is the Son of the God of the Beast, who will receive the inscription (Bruised):" Glorious Fangs "!

Shemr pokes Matsuaki like a mountain knife at the Mambakhas.

"Rough Taste" and those who follow it! Drop the sword now! If you don't like it, I can't do it. You know how my "You Under the Umbilical" Xaki Soma here broke the army of men who attacked the village to save our Fang Clan!

The story of the Battle of the Hognalea Hills, in which the Ethereal Horse defeated the Holmea National Army with a fire gauge, among the Zoans of the Plains, is already a well-known fact.

Those and others who were wearing the oil thrown from their heads screamed only at Shemr's threats.

"If anyone resists, let them know with their own strength! Also, if you don't want to see your compatriots burned in front of you, throw down the mountain swords, too, the others!

As the comrades looked at each other, only one man, Mambaha, twitched.

"You're frightened! Kill these guys! Whatever, it's haphazard! Kill him!

But they are according to the name of Mambaha. If Mambaha is indeed burned to death, there will be no one to put them together. Those who did not get into the mud, even if they were to burn their people to death because they turned to the blade, it is not something they could fight if they told them to.

First, a man wearing oil from his head dropped a mountain knife at his feet. And he cut it to pieces, and the others dropped the swords one after the other.

"Okay! - Dvarin, I don't think you have the shame to resist once you admit to losing, but I've left these guys to you"

Shemr, who left the latter to Dvarin, called out to the Ethereal Horse when he stuck the pine light into the mud and put out the fire.

"Hey, Soma. Are you okay?"

to Shemr, who speaks to herself in a hurry, but the pale horse becomes a decent face.

"Hmm? Huh? - Yeah, I'm fine, though?

Shemr frowns at the appearance of the pale horse.

"That's right. Thanks, Shemr. You got nervous, I didn't hear anything. I'm glad you called for surrender instead."

Shemr stares at the face of the pale horse, who says a word of openness and gratitude, often jiggly.

"Duh, what's wrong, Shemr...?

I don't see how you're hiding it. Sounds like you're serious.

Yes, Shemr decided.

"... no. Nothing. It's my fault."

Perhaps the wounds in his heart when he burned down his enemies with a fire gauge have not yet healed.

The Ethereal Horse himself should know best that he doesn't actually burn to death just by threatening him, but as soon as he tries to threaten to burn to death, his heart wound is so deeply and strongly engraved that it can no longer be said. Moreover, the person in question has no awareness of it.

I hope this doesn't turn out good later.

Shemr couldn't help but hope so.

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"This surprised me. Really, I thought you were going to get rid of the rough stuff so quickly."

The witch's head laughs with Kerakera in front of the Mambakhas tied up with ropes and taken to the knees of the Holy Land Lolo.

Before the witch's head, Mambaha and the Zoans who agreed with him sat quietly down.

They have not only lost and been taken up the mountain knife, but the whole body remains muddy. There's nowhere he could have exhaled pneumonia if he hadn't stopped the festival rundown but admitted the Ethereal Horse or Gallum.

Among other things, Mambaha seemed terrible at first sight.

Since only one Mambaha never surrendered, the Ethereal Horses quickly threw ropes from their surroundings to seal their movements and then dragged them out of the mud. As a result, Mambaha was wearing mud from his head, and it seemed difficult to find areas without mud on them. Its proud furrows and now there is no shadow to see.

"But you didn't want me to mess with that water field too much. It's an important water field, isn't it? Besides, the catfish you get there is an important treat for the festival."

Besides, when the Ethereal Horse apologized, the witch-head, originally unwilling to blame him for it, did not pursue it any further.

"So, how do you guys feel? This is how Cotempan beat me to death by people who were fooling around."

To the words of the witch-head, those who had agreed with Mambaha uniformly shrunk themselves to shame.

"I won't admit this!

Still, Mambaha put up a vanity and condemned the Ethereal Horse.

"It's a bad habit, rough temper."

Galam taught, but instead Mambaha is fierce.

"Don't be ridiculous! I can't admit such a cowardly battle!

Then Mambaha turned her gaze toward the pale horse and barked loudly.

"The human kid! Fight me! It's a duel! If you beat me, I'll admit you!

The Ethereal Horse gets in trouble for Mambaha barking at herself.

"When they say duel, I can't fight..."

I thought Mambaha was on the run for cowards.

"You coward! A man escapes a duel!

So mocked Mambaha, the Ethereal Horse smiled and showed.

"No, I can't hurt someone or break something because of grace."

Besides, Mambaha scolded him for being an ugly excuse. There is no such thing as a curse that the grace God bestows on the Son of the Admitted.

But when the Ethereal Horse actually made me demonstrate, I couldn't possibly not believe it. Somehow, a mountain knife swung down at me full of strength didn't even hurt like a hairy scratch. If it's not a supernatural force like grace, it's impossible at best.

To Mambaha, who is round his eyes to the power of the grace of the Ethereal Horse, Shemr told him to teach.

"It's a rough rush. You're pulling those who can't fight out to a duel, and you're telling me to win with it? Is that supposed to make a warrior proud?

It is the word of Shemr, my son, whose pride was preserved by the grace of the God of the Beast. That's right. Neither could Mambaha still insist that we make him duel the Ethereal Horse.

"Well, then, stand up for me! Give me the strongest warrior you'll ever know!

Instead, Mambaha painfully told him to duel because he could stand for him.

"Are you the strongest warrior...?

The Ethereal Horse put his arms together for a while and thought about it before asking Zoan's bowman Fagle Grashata Shahata for something.

Besides, I usually look disgusted with Shahata taking on Ethereal Horse's favor in two replies. But Shahata, who was asked to lay on top, headed somewhere with a heavy foothold.

To the rear of that shahatha, Galam, who perceived something, shouted at Mambaha.

"It's a rough rush..."

Mambaha abhors her voice to Galam, who has spoken with a stubborn face.

"It's a good opportunity, Garam! Let me clear up my previous remorse here! Now you can't be alarmed! They remind us who really is the strongest warrior on the plains!

To Mambaha, who lies and laughs so loudly, Gallam will have the kind of eyes he sees even in the painful.

"No, it's a rough rush."

Gallam spoke in a serene tone to Mambaha as he assumed he would stand for the duel.

"Just because you can't run faster than a bird is no shame. Just because you can't smash a rock with your bare hands doesn't mean you're inferior in strength. Rough temper, don't miss the time to hang your warrior pride."

"What are you talking about, you...?

Without attempting the sincerity of Gallam's words, I heard a strange noise in Mambaha's ear, which frowned.

That's the noise of jalajara and metal touching each other. Along with that, I can also hear the sound of slamming the earth with something heavier, Zunzun, ringing regularly.

Suddenly, a wall appeared before Mambaha, who looked surprised by what the hell it sounded like.

No, that's not a wall.

Thick chest plate covered in green gray scales reminiscent of a strong wall. A giant over two melts (about two meters) like looking up. And the head of a reptile who can't read the emotions riding on it.

When he opened his mouth, lined with fangs reminiscent of that sharp knife's blade, the man raised his name.

"I am the descendant of the great dragon, Jahangil Hetham Jarouge!

The Zoans who were there were uniformly drained of their liver.

Everyone knew Dinosaurian existed as knowledge, but it was the first time anyone had ever seen him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jahangil. All of a sudden, he called me up."

To the Ethereal Horse, who apologizes so, Jaharngil said with joy that instead of caring, he called me rather well.

"That's right, it's soma! I didn't expect you to nominate me for the duel!

And Jahangil, whose blood boils before the duel, raised his roar with his arms wide open.

"I want blood! There's too much blood!

Jaharn Gill starts making noise and swinging around the chains with the iron balls in his hand. Along with the strange noise of Jahangil, the chains swung like large wheels made noise and wrapped around the bushes (kambo) that were growing nearby.

At that next moment, I wonder if the muscles in Jahangil's arm, which grips the iron chain, have risen, and the shrub is pulled from the ground by its roots. The shrub, which was hand-flown to fly through the universe scattered with dirt, was snapped in two by the right fist of a swinging jahangil.

Jaharn Gill, who was not satisfied with that alone, grabs up with an empty hand a stone that is as good as the head of someone who was nearby, wielding an iron ball with his right hand again. And threw it at the sky as if it were a pebble.

The roar broke.

The iron ball thrown with its roar strikes directly at the stone that was in the air. The stone, which was hit directly by an iron ball, was pulverized to explode.

The Zoans, wearing small pieces of stone from their heads that descend with a sound of paralysis, uniformly open their eyes and stiffen their whole body hair with it upside down. Even the witch's head had solidified with an eye for surprise.

The exception is that Jahangil's rampage is the only ones that are familiar to see: Garam, Zoog and Shemr, and the Ethereal Horse.

"Come on, who is it?! Who is my duel opponent?!"

Jaharngil, looking for his duel opponent, first eagled the head of Zoan's warrior, who was nearby, and hoisted it with one right arm, bringing his face closer.

"Are you my opponent?

"Chi, chi, no! It's not me! It's not me!

The warrior denies it in its desperate form.

Jahangil, who lost interest when he found out he was not the target of a duel, threw the warrior aside, as if even at the edge of a tree (kopa).

"Who is my opponent?!"

To that cry, the Zoans turned their gaze to Mambaha at all costs.

Besides, when Jahangil finally figured out his duel opponent, he hoisted his mouth to a laugh so much that he could see his face, which was hard to understand by other races, he walked over to Mambaha with high footsteps.

Galam called out to Mambaha, who opened his eyes and was stiff with his whole body hair upside down.

"It's a rough rush. I'll tell you what, I'm sorry about him and me and Angry Claws."

Next to it, Zoog also nodded with a strange look.

"... never mind"

That's right. Mambaha also broke into the looming figure of Jaharn Gill with an iron ball.

"Duel is good for my loss..."

From Jaharn Gill's hand, the iron ball fell with a stirring sound.

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Jahangil, who said he had gained momentum because of it, but the duel was over before he fought, was completely rotten. Anyone can fight, so I tell Jahan Gil to step on the estate. "That's right, Mr. Jahan Gil! It's amazing how you beat your opponent without fighting!" When the Ethereal Horse praised him, he finally went home with his nose roughed.

As if the storm had passed, those who were on the spot were equally ho and relieved breath.

"But I haven't recognized the power of that human kid yet!

Jaharngil's appearance became invisible, and again Mambaha yelled. But I was shivering at Jahangil until just before, which is just hilarious (cool) too.

The Ethereal Horse seriously thinks about calling Jaharn Gill again.

"So what the hell are we going to do?

Gallum is also half frightened and asks how he feels, but since Mambaha is unwilling to admit Gallum and Ethereal Horse in the first place, there is no way he has a proposal to admit what he does. I'm just being firm and in denial.

Besides, where the Ethereal Horses were all troubled, the witch's head broke and went in.

"Don't you have to fight? Finally, we just have to show that kid the courage to lead the warriors, right?

It's just an emotionally unacceptable Mambaha, but it just takes a mouthful to keep it that way. At first I nodded, acknowledging what the witch-head said.

"Then I have a good idea"

Everyone paid close attention to the witch's head.

I was asked what kind of means that was, but the witch's head peeled off with a pranky smile.

"Well, that's fun later. To do that, you have to go away for a little while. Tomorrow, we'll all go out together."

With that said, whoever asked what, the witch-head didn't try to answer.

And the day after that, the Ethereal Horse was led by those of the witch heads (the family of the eyes), and departed from the holy place Lolo eastward. It is accompanied by Mambaha, who, in addition to the three Shemr, Garam and Zug, was untied as a seer of the trials. Jaharngil also wanted to accompany him, but he left a message at the Holy Land Lolo along with Dvarin and others at the strong request of Mambaha.

It was also Mambaha, who was concerned that if accompanied, it would also cause disturbances, but at least only the upper side was quiet. He had lost the Ethereal Horse's measures and admitted defeat in a duel he had challenged himself, and just like that, Manbaja seems to have learned some weight. It is also great that when you leave the Holy Land, you are threatened by a witch's head, "If you waste any more, I will not guarantee the destination of your soul after death". No matter how confident you are in your arms, Mambaha darkens from the head of the witch who conducts the sacrifice, "Can I let my soul be dropped into the swamp of Genovanda's manure after death?" I guess it wasn't a hoarding thing, "he said.

As a result, the destination remained unknown, but the journey was relatively calm.

But that is the original story.

Every day, two days and after the day, things were going wrong with Shemr and the others.

I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but the Shemls seemed to feel some great anxiety. Even if the Ethereal Horse notices that asks, it only returns "no way" or an ambiguous answer. To the Ethereal Horse, that only seemed to dare to deny the possibility.

And leave the Holy Land Lolo, on the evening of the third day. When Shemr finally reached the limit of her patience, when they were all about to have dinner, she questioned the witch's head.

"Witchhead! Come on, tell me what you're trying to make Soma do!

"Oh, that's crazy. Aren't we all aware of this?

To the words of the witch-head, Shemr gets stuck in words.

After all, they seem to realize something, the Ethereal Horse was convinced.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Wouldn't you be able to tell me if possible?

"Oh, well. Didn't your son tell you? You're so flirtatious."

When the witch's head tells her to behave, Shemr argues in her mouth with Mogomo, "I wasn't sure, so I just didn't tell her." She must have noticed something because she was so lucid.

"Boy, come here for a second"

Asked by a witch-head who rose from the spot, the Ethereal Horse followed him to the outskirts east of the camp.

"Look, there it is. You can see it in the boy's eyes now, can't you?

That's what the witch's head pointed east.

There is a mountain range surrounding the Sorbiant plain. In the midst of the night darkness, the rugged mountains rising black lined their shoulders to the north and south as if they were a single giant black wall.

I wonder what the hell is in those mountains. I see a strange sight in the eyes of a blue horse with his neck hanging from it.

It was a blue and white light.

In the shadow of a black mountain, a blue and white light was rising.

If you stare, the light looks faintly shaken. It's like a flame. No, there's really a blue flame on fire.

Naturally, the Ethereal Horse swallows solitude in the first blue light seen in this world without electric decorations or anything.

To such a pale horse, the witch-head said like a child revealing a secret to keep.

"You're going to climb that Maha Genovandra and have her reveal the night by herself."

Once that happened, an invisible shock ran between the Zoans.

"Stupid! You're telling me to spend the night in a place like that?

Gallum, who did not show the enemy's army before, changes his blood and stuffs it in the witch's head. The voice felt an unseen fear.

"It's not impossible. I also revealed a night to be a witch's head."

"But if you're a witch under the patronage of the god of beasts and trained for years, you'll hear that's not the kind of place the living go"

The Ethereal Horse was taken aback by the way even Zug, who knew no fear, protested against his whole body's hair upside down.

"I have also been asked many times by my wife. Over there, it's not just about rumors and legends. Aren't you telling me that a bunch of fearless warriors actually went over there to give it a shot and never came back!

"Oh. That's true. As far as I can tell, the number of warriors and witches who didn't come back from there won't be enough fingers on both hands."

Shemr eats and hangs, but the witch's head says terrible things all the time.

"Interesting!" cried Mambaha. "- If you're brave enough to reveal a single night over there, I'll convince you too!

Even Mambaha, who denies the name of the King of the Ethereal Horse, will admit it if he does it, so the difficulty lies.

Exactly. The Ethereal Horse also became anxious and asked Shemr.

"Hey, Shemr. What's everybody talking about, a mountain?

Shemr mumbles, but after a while she notices, she opens her mouth reluctantly.

"The land where the mythical abomination of a great sinner was dropped. Drawn by its filthy soul, the mountains gathered by ghosts wandering through the land. A mountain of death burning with blue flames. It's also scary to say the name. This is what we call the mountain -"

Shemr said in a trembling voice to the pale horse swallowing his sarcasm and spit.

"- The mountain of Genovanda (Maha Genovandera) and"