Hakai no Miko

It is now up to the people of the King's capital, Holmenia, to the Dinosaurians, who once again wave outrage.

In the Wang capital, Holmenia, there were originally 30,000 to 50,000 inhabitants. There were tens of thousands more refugees and defectors coming from the east fleeing the brutality of the Romanian National Army, and the number of those who were in the King's Capital at this time swept up to nearly 100,000.

Even if the ratio of men who can fight in it is one fifth of the total, that alone makes it nearly 20,000.

Moreover, some of the people who, if we look closely, are attacked by the Romanian National Army even looked like old women and children.

When this happens, the number is 20,000 or 30,000. I'm sorry. The number of human beings in the Holmeer country who were attacked by the Romanian National Army at this time had reached more than 50,000, even if it was estimated less.

In contrast, only about three thousand Romanian National Army soldiers were left in front of the king's capital, Holmenia.

The difference in numbers was more than ten times greater than anything else.

However, many of the people of the Holmeer country, even when it comes to large numbers, are mostly civilians who have never fought or otherwise fought. If we hit each other properly, we wouldn't even have fought a Romanian National Army soldier with proper battle training.

But now the fatigue of the soldiers of the Romanian National Army had reached its limits. It is a Dinosaurian assault from the front, in addition to Zoan's interdiction from the side to such a place.

By this the Romanian National Army had lost control and was in havoc. There's no way this is going to let you take advantage of battle training or anything.

The Hormenian people who were attacked there were also unusual. The momentum would have been different if it had been ravaged, land and family possessions taken, family friends and acquaintances killed, and turned into a mob burning in retaliation.

In an instant, the Romanian National Army was swallowed by that mob wave.

One Romanian National Army soldier after another is defeated by the Holmenian people who ran their eyes bloody. Soldiers killed with swords and spears are lucky. Soldiers slashed with shredded, blunt farm tools and rarely beaten with a hammer are still better. Inside, even soldiers were beaten, kicked and dismantled alive by hands stretched out from all directions by those who had arrived.

Also, even knights in fine armor are pulled down and slapped. Besides, some of the people who join it were just young men or even old women and children mixed up.

They beat each other with sticks, farm tools, pots and cauldrons, screaming indiscriminately resentment and hatred for the Romanian National Army.

And the Romanian National Army, left behind if you realize it, had been killed without a single one.

And behold, it is a heap of dead corpses. Besides, there is nothing that holds the prototype in place as one. Both bodies were torn to pieces, smashed to pieces and mixed with mud.

That appearance shows how much anger and hatred was felt by the people of the Holmeer country.

But to that tragic sight, the Hormenian people also returned to me.

In the first place, they are ordinary people who are not originally associated with battles, etc. If it kills all of its hateful enemies and cools its temporal fanaticism, it stands back at me. And what spreads in front of us then is the sight of the massacre that we have created with our own hands.

In the foothold, what was a human being rolls into a mass of flesh, and the earth sucks the blood that has been shed and turns into mud (not to mention), so much that the feet sink beneath the candle.

Besides, the people of Holmenia have now lost their complexion that they have done a tremendous thing.

If anyone here were to divulge a word of repentance alone, it would spread all at once and be left alone and crumpled on the spot.

Such an atmosphere was beginning to drift around the area.

And a dark grin appears in the palate of a pale horse looking down at it from above the gates.

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The Ethereal Horse set the people of Holmenia on fire, incited and fought, not least because they wanted nothing of the power of war. If the emphasis was solely on force, it is rather better not to have a majority of the people. In an amateur who is easily disturbed in his calculations by a little resistance or intimidation, it is instead called a toe clump.

If that's the case, it's better to sort out only the defeated soldiers and knights and incorporate them into their own armies.

But even though he was aware of it, the Ethereal Horse had to fight as many Holmenian people as he could.

Because the fact that we fought together is the basis for the countries that will come to mind later.

I have once been criticized for not bleeding, even if Japan contributed enormous war expenses during the Iraq war. He also said China won't let go of the rampant North Korea because there is a "blood friendship (yugi)" that fought along with the fold of the Korean War.

Fight with, bleed with, and die with.

That is the simplest and clearest expression of faith and the form of covenant.

During the five years in which he ruled the city of Bornis, the Ethereal Horse had been painfully distressed by how deep-rooted and difficult it was to remove inter-racial firmness.

Even if it doesn't matter, the trivial (minor) differences between the different races and the resulting misdeeds still persist. Even if they are unconscious, such as "humans after all," or "Zoan anyway," it can make them feel separated from the opposite race at each end of the language they speak.

But neither that nor impossibility.

Cultures and customs are just different in the first place, or they are different races to their appearance. I'm more and more incapable of telling you not to be aware of that at all.

The depth of that separation would not be buried at all, merely saved from the atrocities of the Romanian National Army, saved.

Instead, non-human races led by Ethereal Horses may remember the unconscious superiority of saving humans and doing it. Even if it is unconscious, the side to which it was directed is something that makes you feel sensitive. Even if I initially thanked them for saving my life, one day I would become disgusted if it continued.

If that happens, even if you are interested in the country because of it, it will instantly collapse away like a sandy cabinet.

What is required of the kingdom of the Ethereal Horse is not an upward or downward relationship between saved and saved.

What we need is a reciprocal relationship.

We fought together, bled together, and risked our lives together. On top of that, there's no point unless it's a country we've all been interested in together.

That's why we need "blood friendship".

But the result of throwing the people of Holmenia on the battlefield for this is this.

It's my fault.

The Ethereal Horse thought so.

The majority of human beings in Holmenia are ordinary people who do not even know the military code or the minimum courtesy or implicit understanding in the battle. This is what happened because we put them on the battlefield after securing such an overwhelming advantage.

With his hands on his chest complaining of the pain of remorse, the Ethereal Horse turns his gaze again in an attempt to burn to his eyes the place of the massacre he caused.

And in the chest I put my hand on, my heart beat harder.

Because it was in the midst of the people who were nagging in the blood mud, and only one of them could see him looking up at this one.

It is a girl wearing a piercing coat similar to a pure white piece that catches her eye at first sight.

With so much distance, the Ethereal Horse could clearly see a gleaming engraving on the girl's forehead.

It is the same engraving that is still painted in the center of the black flag that flies behind the Ethereal Horse.

The girl's lips move slowly to separate the sounds from each other as the blue horse stares in surprise.

"Liar," he said.

In fact, no girl's voice has reached the Ethereal Horse.

But I can hear the voice of a girl who can't possibly reach me as a phantom in the ears of a pale horse.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you? You knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?

The girl slowly opened her arms to show the sight of her surroundings.

"This is the pile of corpses you let pile up. This is the river of blood you let spill. Everything you made me do"

The Ethereal Horse clenched his fist at the marks of the massacre spreading beneath his eyes and at the appearance of the people who nagged him as if he had been struck in it.

Oh, I suppose so.

The Ethereal Horse is in his chest, so he throws up.

I knew from the beginning that this would happen.

What would have happened was predictable.

It also proves the history of the planet. It is not the powerful who cause truly terrible massacres and persecutions. Those who were once weak.

The strong are the strong, but therefore know the fear of strong power. I know how to wield strong power.

But those who were weak do not know it.

I'm suddenly intoxicated by the strong force that has been brought on, wielding it without any restraint. In order not to return ourselves to the weak again, we try to beat thoroughly those who were strong. Sometimes it causes more horrible massacres and abuses than the mighty.

And I set myself up to be.

If we throw the Jahangil and Dinosaurians, who should also be described as incarnations of battle, among the enemies that divided and confused the siege, it is more obvious than seeing fire, for example, what happens. If he had been in the wars of Jahangil, which should also be called the madness, it would have been obvious to the Holmeinese people that he would have disappeared from the excitement of the battle, which he could not even have been.

To that end he commanded Marcronis and incited the people of Holmenia to associate the Jahangils. Instead, it was designed to intoxicate those who would fear in advance of the Jahangils' outrage.

He continued to besiege the slightest enemies who dared to divide the Zoans, his main force, who should have allowed him to pursue the wrecking Romanian National Army headquarters, also in order to dedicate himself as a pitiful sacrifice, before the runaway Holmenian people.

We are still not lifting that siege and keeping the people of Holmenia in a place of tragedy without themselves, in order to poke the tragedy without them in front of their eyes.

And just as I wanted it, the hearts and minds of the people of Holmenia are shaking right now.

New values that can be pushed into a dizzying and shifting situation. The excitement of a battle that cannot be further, and the fear of the barbarism that I did not visit afterwards.

People's minds are now greatly upset by the changes that strike them one after the other. And that's why there was a gap there. I gave birth to it.

It's all for a wedge in the hearts of the people of Holmenia.

"Then what are you afraid of? What do you need to shy away from?

The poor girl's lips hung to tear to her ears.

"You're a coward in a hero's mask. A mass of self-bias that holds together the clothes of fraternity. Self-absorbed egoists. Redeemer who builds up his sin department. Massacre talking about mercy. Tyrants who list benevolence. Transformers without philosophy. And my darling fierce poison"

A glimmer of wind blows up from behind the girl towards the gates where the Ethereal Horse stands.

Stirred by the wind, the girl's long hair spread like a large circle of flowers. Only the two eyes and forehead engravings of the girl stained with the colours of joy and abuse appear gleaming in the face of the girl, obscured and shady by her spreading hair.

"Now, on the heap of corpses thou hast made pile up, in the river of blood thou hast made flown, lift up the ideal that thou makest clean."

The Ethereal Horse is under pressure.

This guy, he always does.

Poke the truth in front of you that you want to turn away. They whisper the fact that they want to block their ears.

I feel anxious that he was what he thought he was. I feel disgusted that this guy is going to do what he thinks.

But you can't just leave now.

Sai was no longer thrown. No, he threw the race with his own hands.

The Ethereal Horse moves forward as if trying to get rid of Aura's intimidation. Then he raised his voice as if he were going to embark on more than the trunk of the Gate (Rankan).

"Good job!!"