Hakai no Miko

The captain, who led the Holmeer soldiers, could not understand what he was seeing.

"WHY... WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT?!"

What the captain stared at when he leaked his voice out of the blue.

It was a fort.

Marutai's wall that soars in the morning sun that has just risen is twice the length of a person's back. The whole wall, sharpened and pointed at each tip, seemed to intimidate this one silently that it would not be easy to get over.

And what rises within its whole wall is a building built up of stones cut out of somewhere and brought. If you look at the chest wall with the saw-shaped arrow span (yazama) and the small window where the arrows are hard to jump into, you can be sure that's the fort that assumes battle.

"Why, the fort? When the hell did you get something like that? Were you making something like that...?

The commander of the squadron, who was in the garrison in front of him until yesterday, answers the question thrown by no one, with an equally obscure voice.

"Yesterday -- until yesterday, there was no such thing as shadows or shapes."

Besides, the captain yells and scatters like eight hits.

"So you mean you built a fort like that in just one night?! Or have you walked with your feet growing from somewhere?!"

There is no reason for the captain to be confused.

Not so much a wizard as a dwarf who excelled in civil work. There's no way you can build a fort made of stone like that in just one night.

Even the captain was like this, so the confusion of the soldiers who were led by it was greater.

I heard all you had to do was kick the zoans that flock around and burn the bridge, but if you actually come and see it, what was there is a strong fort. Naturally, I haven't brought a siege weapon or anything to drop a fort like that. In the present situation, where there are only lightly dressed cavalry and infantry, it is impossible to strike down such a fort. If we attack badly, this one will be wiped out.

Not to mention the fact that such a strong fort suddenly appeared (clinging) until yesterday, which severely upset the soldiers.

It is a time when God and others still exist and his power is believed. The soldiers were afraid that this might also be due to some unknown and terrible force.

There, I heard Zoan's drums pounding from the side of the crossing. Nonetheless, I saw Zoan and the others moving out at the crossing.

This doesn't even make for a decent fight.

The captain who decides to do so decides immediately.

"Retreat! We're retreating to the fort!

Say no or the captain himself will turn his horse's head and take it back to Fort Garraf. The soldiers led also fled after the captain with a somewhat hospitable look.

Zug struck his hand and laughed as he watched the back of the Holmeer soldier retreating that way.

"Oh! Look, Gallum. They're eating bubbles and running away."

Gallum also says in a delightful and uninterrupted way that he can't see a smile on his mouth when he looks like Zoog.

"Where there was nothing until yesterday, if you think a fort made of stone appeared, then there's no reason to be."

"Not at all. But if we find out who that fort is, we'll see what they look like..."

Zoog made another loud laugh, and Gallum shuddered his shoulders small as well.

"Totally. Oodles are easy and good."

To Zoan's two males, who laughed at the ugliness of the Holmeer soldiers, it was Dvarin who blurred so.

"We've been put to work all night and still have work to do..."

"I'm sorry about that. - But complain to Soma."

It was the Ethereal Horse who came up with all the measures. Yes, Gallum says, Doverlyn puts on a mushy face.

"I've said something to Lord Soma. - You guys, we'll keep getting more and more ingredients from the river! Hurry up and get to work!

The second half of Dvarin's words were directed at his compatriots in the fort. The Dwarves were prepared to intercept the enemy just in case, but at the behest of this Dvarin, we get back to work.

After a while, I began to hear the sound of waving hammers from all over the fort.

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"You coward!

King Walius' fury echoed in the royal palace of the king's capital, Holmenia.

"You just got robbed of the bridge, you said you turned back in front of it while trying to burn that bridge?! What an inertia. What cowardice! Still, you are a proud Holmeer soldier?!"

Lying flat before King Walius, who spits and yells and scatters, was the captain who flew his horse from Fort Garraf himself as a hurry.

As if it were a worm. The captain excuses himself as he endures the wrath of King Walius.

"But Your Majesty. The guarding of the crossing is strong, and the unrest of the soldiers is intense. Instead of burning down the bridge even if we storm like that, this one threatens to be wiped out -"

"Did you deal with about 300 Zoans?! Or even 10,000 enemies?!"

King Walius yelled without waiting for the captain to finish his excuse. It is no longer strange to be told when to behead King Walius' wrath, but nevertheless desperately the captain proclaims.

"I am also in a proud Holmea soldier. I'm not afraid, even if it's 10,000 enemies. But let's not get ahead of the strange things that are supposed to be demonic places..."

"Demon Place?! Strange Things?! What, is that?!"

To King Walius's fury, the captain leaks a small scream. Then I said something with a blur and a squeaky voice in my mouth. But that reverses King Walius's nerves.

"Clearly! Or should I have been charged with death?!"

I was still a half-hearted captain when I said it was a sight I saw myself, but if this happened, I had to say it without covering it up.

"It's a fort!

The damned captain raised his voice as it sounded during the glance.

"The rebel slaves built a strong stone fort in front of the bridge in just one night!

Besides, King Walius kept his mouth shut, often with his eyes open, but immediately mocked. The captain, who guessed that this would be said to be a mistake or a mistake, hastily carries on the words.

"It's not a mistake or a mistake, Your Grace! Not only did I see my men's soldiers. In front of the crossing, a strong stone fort that didn't exist until yesterday soars up in the morning sun!

You sue so desperately, it doesn't seem to be a lie.

King Walius, who thought so, laid down his hips on the throne somewhat as he delivered the spear of anger. Then he looks around at the faces of the chief ministers and the marquises who are in line between the sights.

"It's hard to believe, but what do all of us think?

To King Walius's inquiry, for some time the heavy ministers and the Horsemen spoke with a whisper, but I have never heard of such things as building a stone fortress in just one night. Also, I could only say that it would not be possible if asked if it could be done, and everyone would just snap their necks.

In it, one heavy minister moves forward "fearfully".

"I give it to Your Majesty. Those who call themselves' Sons of Destruction ', led by rebel slaves (from Ya), are not so sure as to be true or false, but they hear that they are chosen by God and sons. Then aren't we bestowing some power as a grace?

To the words of his chief minister, King Walius puts his hand on his chin and contemplates.

"Hmm. Do you think I built a fort overnight by virtue of that grace?

"I was wondering if I could throw that possibility away, too. Or maybe a favor to show such illusions."

Sure, if it's true that we built the fort in just one night, then it's more convincing to think it was due to some kind of gracious force.

Then, to see there, a good (cool) minister named a martial artist raises his voice.

"Your Majesty, if that is true, it would seem to be a situation. If one fort after another is built and invaded, there will be madness in this strategy."

"Sure, you're right."

When King Walius rises from the throne, he says to all those who are in the midst of sight:

"Immediately release the scourge. The enemy is a son of terrible power. Never be alarmed."

And the chief ministers and the lords raised their voices, saying, "I will."

But at this time they didn't know.

In the last few days, King Walius turned a bright red face and said, "I was deceived!" and I don't know if I'm going to step on the group tai -.

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When everyone was seriously discussing the terrible grace of the "Son of Destruction" at the Royal Palace of Holmea, the main unit led by Aoima was finally arriving at the crossing of the Conte River.

Firstly, he usurps the labors of Gallum, Zug and Dvarin, who welcome himself, then the Ethereal Horse asks.

"Sounds like the plan worked. Wasn't there any damage this way?

Gallam answers as he looks up at the blue horse on the horse that Shemru takes.

"Mm-hmm. Holmea only came here once when she just attacked down here, too"

"I ate bubbles and ran away. I wanted to show that to Lord Soma."

Next to Garam, Zoog, remembering the sights of that time, said with a grin in his belly.

In contrast, it is Dvarin on the top of the Buddha.

"Keep us working a lot, it's a lot slower."

Some of the Dwarves that preceded us are still driven by work. Exactly. I can't help but want to complain about one thing.

It was Shemr who answered instead of the Ethereal Horse, who would face trouble with it.

"If you're complaining, tell that stupid lizard, to that stupid lizard. Because of him, I'm late."

When it comes to people called idiot lizards, the only thing that comes to mind is Jaharn Gill.

It is a strange story to not see Jahangil here, even though he was left to the SS of the Ethereal Horse, if you ask me. To the three of them looking around looking for Jaharngil's appearance as to what the hell is going on, Shemr said after making his mouth a letter to.

"He's got his face stuck all over the place when it comes to patrolling. That's how you got in the way of everyone's work while you were here."

And the Gallums will be convinced.

It must have taken longer than I expected because Jahangil, entrusted to the prison army as a strange dragon general, strained too much and looked around saying it was patrolling more than once despite being in the march.

And the imagination was crazy. And now he's taking two men, Nieusher and three men, Pearlshire, and he says, "I won't forgive the undeserved for disturbing the military code! And he walked with his bosom.

It was a bit - pretty strained, and I was a little worried about the Ethereal Horse instead of letting everyone atrophy. However, it will not be a bad idea to thoroughly discipline the first time, leaving it at your disposal. Besides, when it seemed like too much, I had the expectation that my two sons would stop me.

Aside from Jaharn Gill, the Ethereal Horse asked Dwarf's deputy general, Norzuri, to set up a formation, and took the Gallums with him to the fort. This fort is what will be needed in the forthcoming battle against Holmea. I wanted to check it with my own eyes first.

"Wow. You look like a fine fort."

To a pale horse who raises his admiration in front of the fort, Dvarin squeaks his nose all the time, just to be sure. But just to do so, the fort looked small but tough to attack.

But if you take a step inside the fort, the sight changes.

The walls of the Round Tail, which seemed so difficult to overcome, turned inward, and all the Round Tail was just what the core seemed to creep through. Besides, instead of sticking it out on the ground, Marutai just put a platter over the root area and let it stand from behind with a grasping stick. Instead of being easily breached by just a little poked by an assault car (shisha), if even a little strong wind blows, it could just fall.

And the fortifications that appeared to be made of stone are even worse. The walls of the fort, which looked like they had been built with cut out stones, were painted with paste on the surface of a thin wooden plate. And the plank looked as if it were a sandstone in the distance. When it was further shaded by the walls of the Round Tai and invisible from the outside, there were still no walls, and the frames formed of wood were stripped out, in which many Dwarves were waving the wood against their opponents.

"Totally. I only made fake fort elements beforehand, and I used the river to carry them all at once, and to assemble them here is as funny as ever. Wow"

As Dvarin said in tones like Half Impressive and Half Impressive, this false fortress processed all the members on the spot of wood cut out in the mountains upstream, carried it up to this point on a raft before assembling it - if you say so in modern style, it was built with the prefabricated method.

This is the magical trick that led to the emergence of a stone fort just overnight.

Of course, this is a measure that Aoima came up with from a famous story said to have been done by Toyotomi Hideyoshi after being called Yoshiro Kishita at the time.

The Ethereal Horse said this when he put his chest up well.

"This is my overnight castle in Minamata."

In future generations, it comes from the words of this time that the area around here is called Snomuta.

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A pale horse who flirted with the Holmeer country beautifully.

But he's not a god again, he's just a man. There are limits to their own power, and the knowledge they bring from modern Japan is not omnipotent, and they cannot know everything about this world.

And in the darkness of the western realm, which the pale horse could not know, something was now beginning to groan.

opposite shore land across the Holmeer country and the Rabian River. In the land near the border of the Romanian state there was a figure of the conscription western army led by the Romanian king Dordea. The great defeat on the crossing of the Rabbian River led to the supposedly disintegrating Western army, but the position still saw luggage carriers carrying food in rows and even the reinforced soldiers who came with it.

The chest of Dalios, the Great General, patrolling inside the Romanian army position, which should be called such an anomaly, was filled with bitter thoughts.

An army is a monster with an infinite stomach. Even if we just keep the army this way, we're consuming huge sums of money and food. More than a massive defeat, we want to quickly dismantle the West Army - at least return the conscripts to the village and reduce the burden at all.

King Dordea, on the contrary, had just ordered food to be brought in, flying to lords everywhere for further reinforcements.

Darius also wondered if King Dordea had been distracted by too much great a defeat, and advanced the dismantling of the conscription West Army, even knowing that it was disrespectful. But instead of being distracted, King Dordea says, "Believe in the rest" with faces such as upbeat mood.

If my lord tells me so, as a minister, I just don't have anything else to believe.

I had to push all my doubts into the back of my chest and obey.

That and this, all since the coming of that one.

As Darius was irritated, thinking of the face of a certain man, the person just appeared in front of him.

"Hello, General."

As if to a close friend, he raised his hand gently and spoke to Darius, a white, skinned gentleman (Yasaoko) who reminded him of something more pathological than white. The outfit is not flashy, but the taste of fine embroidered fabrics is good. But in a formation full of generals in armored helmets, let's say different colors.

To this decadent atmosphere man, Darius praises him by hiding his inner discomfort.

"You won't have trouble walking in my line on your own, King Cesar."

"I'm sorry about that"

Cesar Barzibor, the young king of Barzibor, who said words of apology, hung his lips up and laughed.

"But this brings good news to King Dordea. Take a big look."

To that laugh, Darius, who was supposed to be a warring warrior, somehow his spine was zombie.

Unknown to the Ethereal Horse, the worst viper in the West Side stood at the feet of an injured old wolf.