Hakai no Miko

Piata swings down a song knife from a running horse.

A pale horse stares at it with a stunned look on its face and solidifies it.

The two intersect for a moment.

The sound of the deafening metal rings high in the air.

Then, as the horse with Piata on him ran through him with his horseshoe blowing, there he was about to fall as the Ethereal Horse swept blood from his head.

There is often a scream from Shemr's mouth.

"Soma!!"

In an extended time to the horror, Shemr desperately tries to stretch her arms and rush toward a pale horse that slowly falls backwards. But in the extended time, my body doesn't move as if I were in the water. Shemr moves his body desperately in an attempt to rush a little faster and a little closer to the pale horse, even though he is about to go crazy about how it is.

As Shemr gazes, the body of a slowly falling Ethereal Horse falls from his back to the ground. And once the body of the Ethereal Horse bounced off the ground to its impact, this time lying on the ground, Shemr's time really went back to normal.

"Somaaaaa!!"

Kicking hard on the ground with hook-clawed feet, Shemr rushed to the fallen Ethereal Horse with four legs.

A laceration runs on the forehead of a pale horse lying on his back on the ground, and a large amount of blood is gushing to match the heartbeat.

"Are you okay, Soma?!"

But no reply from the Ethereal Horse.

Occasionally, the closed eyelids (eyelids) were simply pimpled and spasmodic (convulsions).

"Somah! Somah!! Somah!!"

Shemur's screaming voice echoed on the battlefield.

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It was Piata driving her beloved horse as she received Shemr's scream on her back, but she leaks her tongue pounding on the horse.

"Chip! Was it shallow!

Surely his sword had captured the head of the Son of Destruction. But what came from the song knife wasn't the feeling of slashing the meat and turning down the bones. It was a response when struck with a different hard metal. The Son of Destruction didn't look like he was wearing a helmet, but he probably wore something like a shield to replace it. I was given some wounds from my response, but it shouldn't have reached a fatal wound.

It is regrettable that you missed the opportunity to sue the Son of Destruction yourself because of it.

But...

Piata looks back on the horse as she drives the horse.

Son of destruction while lying on the ground and the woman of Zoan trying to protect it.

And the Golden Wolf soldiers rushing over there.

The life of the Son of Destruction is still in the fangs of my Hundred Wolves.

Piata had a fierce grin.

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"... ugh... oh..."

Shemr returned to me with a voice slightly leaked from the lips of the Ethereal Horse.

The Ethereal Horse is not dead yet.

When anxiety and fear can be pushed into the depths of his chest, Shemr, who returns to Zoan's female warrior from a maiden who just cries out, immediately checks on the condition of the wound on the Ethereal Horse.

The forehead wound is huge. But never deep. I just got a slice of skin on my forehead. There was a lot of bleeding, but the wound didn't even reach the bone. The surrounding bones are also not fractured or submerged. Probably just temporarily unconscious due to the impact of the slaughter. There is no such thing as a life.

The horse's momentum struck him in the head and he was safe.

I thought so. Shemr noticed the pot gold that had fallen on the side of the pale horse.

The pot gold that was rolling on the ground was what the Ethereal Horse wore. The pot gold was in an unbroken state with half of the iron plate on the forehead. Perhaps this bowl of gold took the slaughter of the enemy and saved the lives of the Ethereal Horse.

Shemr stroked his chest down in a ho.

But it is also between bundles.

Shemr looked back at the countless horseshoe blasts that rapidly approached him. Then there were the golden wolf soldiers thrusting toward us. The Golden Wolves already have a short spear for throwing, and the plan is to throw it from close range in order to ensure that it takes the life of the Ethereal Horse.

Can you get away with holding soma?!

It was only for a moment that Shemr thought so. It is still too late to run away with the body of an unconscious Ethereal Horse. You can't escape the legs of a horse and the spears thrown by the knights on it.

Having so decided, Shemr is covered by a pale horse with no hesitation whatsoever, poking his arms on the ground. Then I put all my strength into my body. It is ready to consolidate the muscles in the body and receive all spears in its own flesh.

Finally, the impending horseshoe blast.

When Shemru prayed to the God of the Beast for protection, he closed his eyes all the time.

at that time.

A strange noise reached Shemr's ear, whose vision was closed and sharpened. That's the sound of a rustling like a big cloth in the wind. Along with that, a loud voice goes up.

"Whoa, whoa!

It was Mollard. It was Mollard, the flag bearer of Soma's black flag, who was waving the black flag of Soma in his hand in a mess.

It is Soma's black flag, which is also said to have regretted that the Dwarves it produced were "overbuilt". Its size is out of standard. Morad, one of the most powerful Camaran species in Dinosaurian, is at the mercy of power.

The Golden Wolf soldier is also drained of this. The Golden Wolf soldiers hastily pulled the reins to evade Morad. He was a golden werewolf soldier who split to the left and right, but a few unlucky rides who were slow to pull the reins were hit hard with a flagpole that was also thick in a person's arm, and his body was caught by a black flag and he fell horse.

Still, even the short spears that some had managed to throw did not reach the Ethereal Horse, wrapped around the black-flag.

"Thank you, Mollard!

Shemr speaks to Morad, whose golden werewolf ran away and finally stopped waving the flag.

However, Mollard distorted Dinosaurian's face, which other races said he could not understand the expression, to the point where he could tell it was still going to cry out, only to raise and lower his shoulders wide with fear and excitement and take a rough breath.

Shemr would never despise such a mollard.

It is a mollard originally entrusted to the black-flagged flag bearer because of his temper, which is not suitable for battle. And yet well done. All I could say was a deep thank you to Shemr for doing this.

But I can't afford to put that into words.

Countless more horseshoe roars approached us towards ourselves.

Shemr, with his eyes on you, has a stronger feeling of death than earlier.

It was those horseback riders - heavy-duty spear assault soldiers - who found themselves there before the war and whom the Ethereal Horse showed strong vigilance.

"There he is! Son of Destruction, over there!!"

Demetria, who leads the Silver Wolf soldier and leads the way, pointed the tip of that spear at the Ethereal Horse.

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That's Her Royal Highness Princess Piata.

Demetria was so admired as she speared towards the Ethereal Horse.

Embroidery, sewing, etc. which is the hobby of the royal nobleman's children, seems to have more needles in their fingers than cloth. Motor nerves are good, but when it comes to dancing, those nerves fall asleep as well. You can do the courtesy in court, but you usually act like you want to be a pain in the ass.

Demetria thought it would be nice to be a princess of such a great power, but it was a trustworthy general on the battlefield.

Anyway, it's a good idea. You can call it a wild look. You can quickly determine what's going on around you, make an immediate decision, and take the best action instantly.

And it still unfortunately manifested itself again, pushing without straying to the Son of Destruction.

But Piata also has a sudden personality and a little bit of a side. It gets to a good point, but it often fails at the end.

This time again, I broke it while I was so close to the Son of Destruction.

But that's not a big deal.

Yes, Demetria thinks.

Because His Royal Highness Princess Piata's butt wipe of failure is his part.

And it was still my role to stab a stop at the Son of Destruction, who broke away again in the next step, and to give his neck to Her Royal Highness Princess Piata.

That's why Demetria speaks up with excitement.

"Behind that Dinosaurian flag bearer! Kick his ass and name the Son of Destruction!

"Lord Demetria, stand down. The spear is on me!

One of the silver werewolf soldiers who were walking with him accelerated by putting a kick in the side of his beloved horse when he said so.

His intentions are clear.

We intend to storm the Dinosaurian, who is still standing in the way of his own path to destroy the Son. How can you be safe with a giant Dinosaurian and a heavily armored human horse? But that's the same for the Silver Wolf Soldier again. The silver werewolf is about to clear his way, ready to meet his enemies.

That's why Demetria laughs too.

"All right, go. Pass away! Together with His Highness the Princess, I will celebrate your name with honor!

"That's an honor!

Leaving that to say, the Silver Wolf Soldier ran into Mollard at once.

That knight will risk his life and pave the way for himself. Then they shall go through the way, and surely they shall consider the Son of Destruction.

So determined. Demetria held the spear firmly.

But right after that.

Demetria was frightened.

Suddenly, Demetria's instincts have complained of danger. That's also the biggest warning of your own death.

It could have been her instinct as a general, sensed and awakened by Piata. Or maybe it was a hazard detection capability conceded by my grandfather, General Daraios.

In any case, Demetria pulled the reins and changed course.

That saved Demetria's life.

A huge shadow jumped in from the side to the silver werewolf who was about to storm Morad.

It is the next moment that I thought so.

A silver werewolf blew straight to the side.

It was an unusual sight.

It was a sight too different.

A silver werewolf in heavy armor with a human horse. Its total weight is not to say, and even more so, it was traveling at full speed for the assault. It blew straight to the side, not in front of it.

I don't know the laws of inertia.

Overwhelming violence just saying so.

"What the hell is that guy?!"

Demetria raised her dismay as she made a big detour and ran the horse.

As that Demetria gazes, he breathes heavily against his chest.

The only people who can wield sub-standard violence like crushing a diseased heavy cavalry are the men, speaking of western extension.

"Kill them! Kill them all! I will kill you all!!"

Jaharngil Hetham Jarouge, the strongest warrior in the Eldor Nation, let the roar of anger roar.