Hakai no Miko

"Save the Great Fang!"

It was the shrug who raised his voice. He then rushes to Gallam to shield himself. Inspired by it, Zoan's warriors also flew out one after the other to attack Daraios.

"Miscellaneous fish, shut up!

But even such a decisive special attack, Darios overtakes. Every time he waves an axe spear, Zoan's warriors arc on the universe with the blood they themselves erupt, dyeing the earth red and falling.

Thus while his compatriots are buying time, Shru helps and wakes Garam, who lies on his back.

"Fierce Tooth! Grand Chieftain! Hold on!

Shru shook his body, and Garam groaned low.

Direct hitting was what I had avoided, but still the shock caused by Darius's axe spear was still blunt painful and numbing Gallum's body.

But it was Darios' words that were beating down the gallum more than that.

Darius is right.

Gallum felt so sore.

I was neither determined nor prepared to be a general. I watched sweetly that somewhere in my heart I just needed to move everyone as the pale horse said.

That's why he came forward so lightly to take over the enemy general.

It would be forgivable for the strongest brave man on the plains to cross with his mighty enemies and say he is content to lose and end with it.

But the Grand General is the leader and representative of all generals. If such a general is taken over by his enemies, the morale of all armies will be devastated. The command is disturbed, the soldiers confused. If we do poorly, it will be a situation that could even overshadow the battlefield.

Still, if the Grand General wants to fight a single enemy, he must win. At least that's all I had to hit with readiness and determination.

Yet I went into battle only out of curiosity and interest in the mighty enemy.

The result is this.

Still, I was only the most powerful brave man in the Sorbiant Plains.

Gallum was irritated by strong remorse.

How about Ethereal Horse and Shemr compared to such an unusual self, Gallam thinks.

When I first saw it, the Ethereal Horse, who only thought of it as a weak human kid, did the feat of saving all the Zoans of the Sorbiant plain and reclaiming the plain. All that or in the blink of an eye (again) he led all the way to those of other races to build a huge force that could not even ignore the kingdom of man. And now even swallowed up the mighty Holmeer nation, which nearly annihilated Zoan itself, trying to make even more leaps.

Same goes for my sister, Shemr, who always follows by her side. Shemr's skill as a warrior is such that as a female warrior, she stands up in arms. With myself and Zoog, I don't really compare. Shemr, aware of it, had found a new path, not as a warrior but as a right brush of the Ethereal Horse. Whether off the main road of the warrior who was so adamant or not, he strives not to go about the Ethereal Horse moving forward.

Compared to those two, I can only say that I was not growing at all from the strongest brave man on the plains.

If you wake up with Shru's hand and Galam is beaten down, what you see in your eyes is those who desperately try to stop Darius.

Numerous people are desperately challenging Darius to save such a mundane self. Some of them were not just compatriots of the same Zoan, but also appearances such as elves and humans.

To the sight Garam remembered his anger at himself.

So many of them are desperately fighting to help themselves, who are only generals of this name. And yet, what is this fuss about me that I can't even stand up for?

A nostalgic voice rises to the ear of the gallum, whose teeth look at his flutter.

"Men don't regret failure. Repentance is about turning back. If you're a man, you carry the failures, and you turn to the front."

That is the word of my father, who died five years ago.

My father, Garguz, had a nasty habit of saying things that he dressed up as when he taught his children. It was Shemr who grew up with the Kaoru pottery. If you look at her now, you can imagine what my father Garguz was saying.

And Gallam wasn't as influenced by it as Shemr again, though.

"You got a guy sleeping in a mess! Shut up! Stand with your chest up no matter what!

Garam grinned bitterly at the reprimand of his nostalgic father, who could rise to his ear again.

"Father. Dead doesn't make you sound so loud."

Gallum stood up still pushing his knee laughing. Worried about the fluttering galam, Shru supports its body.

"Stand back, Great Sheikh!

Towards that shrug, Gallum leaks his voice down from his eaten teeth.

"Don't call me..."

To a groaning, small voice, shrug confused, not knowing what he had been told. Pushing him to thrust such a shrug, Garam said to bark as he stood firm on his own feet alone.

"Don't call me the Great Sheikh! I'm the general!

He became a grand general, albeit nominally. And I couldn't put my life on hold, and what's a man?

But what am I supposed to do?

I don't have the talent to work out an army like Ethereal Horse or Darius and move soldier horses to attract victories. But even in martial arts, Jahangil is not to say, and inferior to that Daraios.

Or so you can't run away. This is how he got into battle once, exposing Darius to ugliness against him. If you run back round your tail now, you will not only be mocked, but you will be turned into a laughing tanget that all those who are fighting now are led by such pitiful generals.

I'm not the one who can win. But I can't get away with it.

So, what do I do?

His father's voice rises again in Garam's ear asking himself.

"A man is what he talks about with his fist and back"

To be pushed by the voice, Gallum ran out all at once with four legs.

Darios laughs when he sees such a gallam.

"Stop laughing!

Darius, who had forgotten me in his anger and saw that he had made a reckless assault, put up an axe spear to crush it.

Gallam takes that blade, waved by Daraios, who is once again as huge as a mountain, with a crossed mountain knife. But once again, I was blown away by the power.

But Gallum lands with a twist of his body in the universe. No, he jumps at Darius again.

"Shit!

Darius intercepted Gallam's assault with a forward kick, not long before returning the shaken axe spear. But it's just a kick and an insult. The kick of Daraios, who calls his bravery the equivalent of ten thousand armies, has the power to crush the sternum from the top of his chest.

Gallum, who ate it decently, is blown upside down. But still, when Gallum landed as if he were going to turn back, he jumped once again to Daraios.

Just like that's all I know, I hear a screaming voice from my side in the gallum that just foolishly challenges me to Darius.

"Great Sheikh! Stand back! He's a monster!

Gallum in that voice stops his leg, which was about to be challenged to Daraios shortly after he breathed.

And with his back to his compatriots, he spread his arms wide open.

But it is also only a few moments away. Once again, Gallam went on to challenge Daraios.

He gets blown away with an axe spear, kicked in with his leg, thrust around his body, and still Gallum keeps trying.

For the first time in such a battle of galams, the allies were puzzled.

I don't think I can win at all. And yet, why do you keep attacking me foolishly?

And the behavior you showed just before that. What the hell did that mean for a trick like making your back look bigger to ourselves?

I just felt like they were saying this somehow.

Look at my back.

If he turns his eyes to his silent voice, it is the back of a man who fights first and foremost against an enemy mightier than himself. It is the back of a man who tries to clear the way for his people. Even if they say it's reckless, it's just the back of a man who tries to push forward foolishly.

Everyone held their fists by accident.

And I don't know. I hear voices coming out of my throat.

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gallum scolds himself as he receives that enthusiastic voice on his back and is further fiercely challenged to Darius.

You're gonna lose!

Holding down the neck of a mighty beast called war is nothing more than a delusion, such as a direct link to actual arm power. There's no way you can only be strong with the temper of intercepting a large army on one horse.

If so, tens of thousands of enemy allies will be deceived and the flirting Ethereal Horse will become the bearer of tremendous power. In a world that has been dropped without any dimension, the Ethereal Horse becomes the strongest man to fight against the Great Powers.

But I don't actually do that.

At last, I am complacent and temperamental.

The immense pride of Darius himself being a grand general capable of obeying tens of thousands of generals. It becomes like self-allusion, letting him exert his power beyond the limits of the flesh.

Also the overwhelming temper that that complacency brings. That is what unknowingly atrophies enemies and prevents them from exercising their original power.

But besides, Gallum challenges head-on.

To the momentum of the gallam, Daraios, who decided that this could not be defeated by a small hand move, swings an axe spear at once.

"You won't eat a blow all over the Admiral!

Gallum does not avoid the axe spear of Daraios waved by a large horizontal giraffe. I crossed a mountain knife with both hands and dared to take it. Once again, Gallum's body is about to be splashed without the power of an axe spear. But Gallam stood up his toenails, which stood upon the earth, and managed to do so.

Gallum grins nibbly, stripping his fangs.

Darios' body, holding the axe spear he had received, was no longer the size of a giant but could never have been earlier.

Darius was also surprised that he was taken by the blow of his proud axe spear.

I didn't flush it avoiding a direct hit, I played it, I did it. He took the blow of his body head-on. Enemies like this can only be counted by the fingers of their arms, which have been only one in Darius's long history of warfare. None of them will be able to worship the Great General.

And all the more amazing about that is the gall power to rip your authority outright. On the contrary, a temper was spraying up from Zoan's body just trying to overwhelm this one.

It's hard to extrapolate that age from Zoan's appearance, but he looks like a pretty young Zoan from what he's doing.

Have you lost it!

Daraios looked out.

Some young people who are still growing have something to trigger and undergo remarkable growth and change as if people had changed. But no way was it the first experience for Darius to see the moment in this eye. Though that's exactly the enemy that's crossing the blades now, Darius can't help but have a deep admiration.

"Young man! I'll miss the name tag on that decapitated neck blank. Name your name!

In response to Darios' question, Garam answers as he plays and flies the axe spear he took.

"There's one Zoan XII family. Garguz's son, Garam! The word is" Fierce Fang "!

When Gallum breathes softly, he lets it slip from his throat as his voice with determination.

"And be the general of Soma's army!

Daraios kept an eye on him for a while and then laughed niggly.

"Its intentions and goodness! Do it with Gallum and give me that neck as one of my medals!

Darius swung that great axe spear like a twig and hit the gallam.

"Everybody, back off!"

For the first time in a very intense battle between the two, Banuka let everyone down. Gallum bouncing hard to deflect it to Darios, who wields an endlessly long axe spear. If I wanted to get close enough, I could have gotten caught up in a fight between the two of them.

The battle had eliminated the overwhelming difference until earlier.

However, the situation is still unfavourable for Galam. Though they bounced Darius' temper, they were somehow overwhelmingly different from each other's weapons. All that can't be filled by temper alone.

Still, Gallum flips the blade of Darius's axe spear, sometimes not with a mountain knife, while filling in an intermission with Jirijiri.

And the servant Darios is also irritating.

"He's gonna chop off those legs moving around right now!

Garam jumped straight up and squeezed Darios' axe spear as if to pay for his leg.

Before Darius, who swung through the axe spear, looked up, Gallum's body, which jumped as high as a person's back length, spins around as if it were a forward rotation in the air. Then, with its centrifugal force and full weight on it, Gallum shook down the mountain knife in both hands with both necks of Darios in sight.

Severe metal noises and scattered sparks.

A piece of hardware attached to an axe spear pattern pulled up at your disposal was stopping Gallam's mountain knife.

Garam, who stood down on the ground, was once again stuffed with pieces that must not be taken. The pattern of the Dalaios axe spear and the mountain knife, which meshed like a twist, scatter sparks.

The axe spear pattern and the mountain knife were sandwiched between them, and often the two stared at each other.

It was the voice that flew from the Romanian National Army that broke into those two confrontations.

"His Excellency General Darius! Ready!

To the voices of his men heard from behind, Darius thrust Gallam with all his strength in a loud mood. Gallum's body is spun backwards along with the kind of shock that has struck the bull's head from the front.

But the name of the strongest brave man on the plains is not Dada. As he circled in the air, he descended from both legs to the ground with cat-like lightness. And he tries to jump to Darios without being able to hold his hair in between.

But what an axe spear Darius threw at him, as he jerked off his nose.

Gallum steps on this unexpected attack. The axe spear thrown at its foot stood, and the pattern shivered fine to indicate the magnitude of its power.

Darius shouts out to Gallum, who throws his only weapon and sees what he intends to do.

"Young man! Let's keep that axe spear! Keep it a little more sophisticated!

If you say so, Darius turns his back and turns his coat (cape) and runs away.

Gallum was also surprised by this.

It is something that a man so brave never thought he would hit the run for nothing.

"You're running away! A great general representing the Romanian National Army shows his back to his enemies?!"

Garam provoked Darius before he could escape.

Besides, Darius, who was about to enter the other side of the fence, stops and turns back to the gallum.

"Young man, I will teach you one thing as the first of the great generals."

Darius laughed nicely.

"It also depends on time and case!

And he made a big laugh.

It was a flashing gallam for a moment on this, but I immediately tried to follow it. But as Darius sappily shook up one of his arms, the firehand rose from the obstruction. Was it even sprinkled with oil beforehand, its firehand burning at once, and instantly the entire obstruction was engulfed in flames.

"Ha ha ha! Thanks to someone here, I'm only good at running away from losing! The fun is extraordinary when you win and you get out of the palm of a guy who thought you could grab everything!

Gallum grinds his teeth at the laughter of Darius, heard from the other side of the blazing flame.

"Call Harpuran! Hurry up and let them look for a detour, chase them!

Though instructed to do so, Garam himself already thought it would be in vain. If there is a path that can be bypassed immediately, I am not staring at the Hall Army here in the first place. Also, I guess that's why Darius stomped here and held many enemy troops here alone.

He let the Romanian National Army escape without being fatally wounded.

Gallum gets a critical look at his teeth when he misses the opportunity because of his own lapse.

And he collapsed buttery as it was.

"Fierce Tooth!

Gallum lost his mind as he heard the shrieking voice of Shru.

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"My lord, I have a horse for you"

A young squire came to Daraios, confirming that he had set fire to the blockade and stopped the pursuit, pulling the reins of his beloved horse.

Dalaios, who replied small "um" to it, pulls his body up to the horse in a single breath when he puts one of his arms on the horse's saddle. Then he tried to receive the reins offered by his squire.

But the reins spill out of his hand.

"My lord...!

Besides, the young squire changed his blood phase.

Serving the Great General since he was a child, he knew that Darius was being attacked by intense fatigue and suffering after the battle was over, at the price of exercising his power beyond man. But still, there was nothing like retrieving the reins that had been handed down before.

Besides, Darius reprimanded him small enough to "make no noise". Then when I take the reins I was offered again, I run the horse.

On a swinging horse, Darius' consciousness was poured into his right hand, enduring the severe pain that would now grip his hands and feet and the tiredness that would make him want to poke at the back of his horse.

"Young man..."

Reminds me of Zoan's warrior with black hair earlier, Darius laughs.

"Darius ran away, and I thought I no longer had anyone to play with, but what?"

Darius grabbed hold of his hand, now complaining of further paralysis, after the last intense blow of Gallam.

"There are still strong men in this world."

I don't think it leaked out of the mouth of a defeating army general, a bright laugh at the bottom.

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When Gallam and Daraios were crossing the blades violently, Piata, who had taken his wounded father king and had hitched the plain of Calilea one foot earlier than his defeating friend, raised his voice.

"Stop -!

Besides, the brave men of the Baihua Squad, led by her, stopped their horses as they let the earthquake rise.

Next to Piata, who herself pulled the reins and stopped his horse lover, Demetria, a deputy who is also a milk sister, leans over the horse.

"Your Highness. How's it going?

And Piata says, pointing to the front.

"The streets are second-hand divided"

As Piata put it, the streets were a little further apart into two strands. Immediately Demetria spreads it on horseback when she receives the map from the soldiers.

"Go left, the city of Gatzen. On the right, it's a little farther away, but it looks like a direct route to the Masarca Gate Fort."

To Demetria's answer, Piata replied briefly, "Well."

At this time, Piata doesn't know.

That this was just her or for the Romanian country, it was one branch.