Hakai no Miko

When the Piatas and the Hundreds of Wolves rushed into the main battalion, Zoan's drums were immediately slapped to return to the main battalion by the Jahangills and Dinosaurians.

I heard that when the Jahangills finally left the main formation. Whatever the enemy is in front of him, Dinosaurian is a slow-moving species. I was told to get out of the front line, but their steps were not progressing slowly, and as a result, the drums were heard before they moved so much from the main unit.

Jahangil, conveyed the meaning of that drum clap by the Zoan warrior who was accompanying him, first sounded one buffy nose in dissatisfaction.

It's been a long fight, anyway. Moreover, he was usually told from the beginning to intercept the enemy's army towards the front line, even though he eats deposits near the main unit.

Jaharn Gill thought it was great.

For the Dinosaurian warrior species, the battle is for real. Fighting is the very meaning of existence. You can fully enjoy the battle from the beginning. Besides, isn't the enemy a few times as many people here? You don't seem to have any trouble fighting. Oh, how wonderful.

That's how Jahangil slowly shook his thick tail to the left and right and was in a good mood for the front line.

But it is an instruction to go back to saying that you have not seen the enemy yet.

Jahangil was outraged by this.

Not at all, it's a terrible story. The root of the tail of the carnivorous dragon I was about to eat because of it - I felt like I had been exposed to my favorite meat from the side.

That is unacceptable.

Jaharngil pretended not to hear it and tried to keep going to the front line. But I can't help but be strongly retained by my three sons - mainly Pearlshire. The tail, which had been swinging from left to right in a mood until earlier, was also heartfelt, but it made him grumble, and eventually Jahangil stopped his legs and returned his heels reluctantly.

"What?! Hostile to the main force!

But Pearlshire, who had turned to the main unit a little before himself, raised his voice so.

Such an idiot, Jahangil thought.

We have just come here, over the mountains. It's supposed to be the allies behind it, and only the mountains that have been crossed.

Still, Jahangil narrowed his longitudinal pupils and looked at the main formation.

Then it was the unfamiliar enemy cavalry that jumped into its eyes. Zoan and human soldiers who are kicked and ravaged by it.

And he was slaughtered by a cavalry and was exactly what a falling Ethereal Horse looked like now.

At the next moment, Jaharngil was kicking and running out to smash the ground.

Though often misunderstood, Jaharn Gill is never just a warrior of power.

Indeed, Jahangil is the bearer of power among the Tirano species of Dinosaurian. But if we simply compare power alone, the Camara species Morad is far more winning. Also, if you are of a race called the Slave Species among the Dinosaurians of the Eldor Nation, there are many who are stronger than Jahangil.

But overwhelming the bearers of those powers, Jahangil is called the strongest.

That's partly because of Jahangil's temperament in favor of a born struggle. But more than that, it was in the sense of that sloppy battle.

Jaharn Gill's favorite weapon is an iron ball with iron chains. It's meant to hold prisoners who are supposed to be connected. It is not something I use in my hand. From its use, it was never easy to handle.

However, Jahangil uses it as a powerful weapon just because he has been connected for a long time and is familiar with his hands. I can use it.

It was just an amazing sense of battle.

And it is only with extraordinary physical ability that we can embody it.

Jahangil can move more agile and more agile than everyone else thinks, just as the giant bear does, so can the nasty tiger.

Jahangil ran through the earth, violently moving its excellent flesh. I poked my oldest son Mefluzard on the way over and let him fall, but I don't even care.

Thus diseased, Jahangil fed his shoulder to shoulder to body to silver werewolf soldiers who were now about to storm exactly towards Morad.

But the opponent is a heavily armed cavalry. Its weight and impact tries to blow Jahangil's flesh the other way.

But Jahangil barked just wondering if it was something he found out. Skillfully move the thick tail to re-establish a breaking attitude. Strengthen your feet all the way down the earth.

And he blew up every horse a silver wolf soldier, as if it were an act of a funny play.

The silver werewolf crushed by a rolling horse body, no matter what, leaves his flank exposed to a picky, immobile horse. In front of him, Jahangil takes a rough breath with his shoulders up and down hard.

That's just how impossible it was. The pain comes from the right shoulder where I hit my body.

But for Jaharn Gill now, it doesn't matter. It didn't matter.

I'm angrier than that, and I think I can do something about it. Anger enough for my vision to stain bright red. Anger like blood burning up. Anger that's going to rip my chest off. So angry that my head seems to boil.

Anger, anger, anger, anger.

A fierce rage dominated Jaharngil.

At that time, he said, "What am I so angry about?" The question arose.

I don't know.

But if you notice the sound of the horseshoe, and you look at it, the same cavalry that you blew up will come this way.

Oh, these guys.

Jaharn Gill thought so.

These guys interrupted the fight I was looking forward to. These guys are bad. These guys come to mind.

Jaharngill breathes heavily, turning his throat wide against it and roaring toward heaven.

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

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Jaharngil's roar was just the violence of sound. He kicks a wolf who can also be a natural enemy, and even a horse who bites him swings his front leg up in fear, shaking off the silver wolf soldier he was riding.

"Frightened! The enemy is one of them! Defeat him and name the Son of Destruction!

Demetria looks back on the horse and hangs a blast on a subsequent Silver Wolf soldier. And the silver werewolves put up their spears and rushed into Jahangil.

"Son of Destruction, behind him! All of them, put them on the spear!

Silver werewolves stormed Jahangil, who stood as an obstacle to taking over the Son of Destruction.

Let's say it again and again. Jahangil is the strongest warrior.

That is not a story confined to the Eldor country alone. Looking around the entire western region, instead of lining up in Jaharngil, there won't be any warriors in its footsteps. It is precisely the warrior who deserves the name of 10,000 injustices.

Definitely, the strongest.

But not invincible.

Jaharn Gill first struck down with an iron ball that eagled his first ride. The second spear that was thrust out there managed to get rid of it. But I take it with my right shoulder without being able to get rid of the third horsemen spear protruding further. I managed to avoid a direct hit because I twisted myself on the brink.

But the spear rips the flesh off Jahangil's shoulder. It was unluckily in front of the fourth horseman where he was able to disorient himself to the shock and pain. The giant Jahangil, who soon collided with the Silver Wolf Soldier, is flown. Rolled like a round too rolling down the slopes of the mountain, Jahangil stood at once with his hands against the earth and his body stopped, waving his tail wide and vertical, with its recoil.

But poking his knee gaggly on the spot.

The clash with the heavy cavalry could not be safe with Jaharn Gill, who boasted of his servant strong flesh. The impact and pain of the collision prevents the force from entering as if it were someone else's from the knee down.

A fifth horsemen of silver wolves went in there.

Jaharn Gill barks in frustration with one knee poked.

"Dad, are you okay?!"

It was Mehrzad and Nieusher and Pearlshire's three sons who jumped in there. Mephulzad's song knife flew the silver werewolf's neck, Nieushire's iron rod smashed the horse's head, and Pearlshire's long spear cut off the horse's leg.

With silver werewolves and horses sidelined rolling up with dust, Pearlshire speaks to her father.

"What's wrong, Dad?! It doesn't look like it!

Pearlshire, who has always defended his father's back on the battlefield, knew exactly how to fight his own father.

My father fought more freely, more flexibly, more joyfully.

That's why it's fast. That's why I can't read the movement. That's why you're the strongest.

It is never an unusual way of fighting, like earlier, when you just let your strength rush you.

But Jaharngil was like his son's words were not in his ears.

That's all I'm saying. I'm even raising an unspoken anger at my sons trying to protect me.

The three sons as well as Pearlshire were puzzled by this fatherless attitude.

It was Jaharn Gill trying to push those sons away and force them to stand up on their trembling knees, but a voice flies on its back.

"Jahan giru!!"

Jaharn Gill turned around.

A narrowed longitudinal pupil makes a noise and opens it round.

He was there as a pale horse standing on his own feet with a shoulder to Shemr, even though he still shed blood from his forehead.

Jaharngill stiffened his eyes often patchy.

Then, sooner or later, when he stood up, Jaharngil opened his arms wide and raised his voice.

"I'm strong! Me, the strongest! Me, bamphu!!"

To put it that way, Jaharn Gill throws the iron ball over his shoulder with a leech.

Jalajara and the iron ball flying off the iron chain broke through the midst of his dazzling sons and crushed the head of the silver werewolf soldiers who were now just rushing this way.

Jaharngil turned his back on the Ethereal Horse and turned back forward, "What do you say!" I just whisper my nose out loud.

The wasted force earlier disappears, and Pearlshire leaks a ho breath even though he returns to his usual father.

"Dad, let's beat the crap out of them."

To Pearlshire's words, Jahangil naturally strained his chest.

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Piata, who was finally about to return his horse's head and chase him to the Son of Destruction, accidentally leaked, "It's sloppy."

Those Dinosaurians, who were blocked in front of their own hundred werewolves when they said they had their necks raised with one more breath. Among other things, when I saw Dinosaurian with that iron sphere.

"I can't do this"

Piata had that instinct.

How Dinosaurian and human. If you let the proud silver werewolf penetrate, you should be able to take it away. I think so with my head, Piata's suspicion has been complaining that that guy shouldn't have fought properly. At least let the numbers say things and surround them in faraway windings, and it is unlikely that you will be able to get your hands on them unless you weaken them with bows and arrows or long spears.

The only thing that makes me think of this is the late General Daraios now.

"I heard rumors, but that's more than that, that one. Son of Destruction, you have a good general. And slippery scales on that shitty body. I'm jealous!

Having imagined the touch of a sticking scale, Piata rushes off her head to shake off the thought that was derailing.

"It's time for the tide."

It was taking too long.

There has been a continuous gathering of ourselves trying to take over the Son of Destruction and enemy soldiers trying to stop it, and the surroundings are beginning to show a look of turmoil.

But this doesn't take advantage of the speed of horseback riding, the biggest weapon of the Hundred Wolves. If your leg stops, the giant Dinosaurian can't even use the height interest against you. If they are further encircled, the Hundred Wolves on horseback, where freedom is not advantageous, are more disadvantaged.

Piata puts a small trumpet (trumpet) hanging from her neck on her mouth. And when I breathed in my breath all over my chest, a tall sound popped out of the horn.

"Retreat! We're retreating!

Slightly later than that, a number of horns came up from all over, along with which the cavalry of the Hundred Wolves flipped their horses and began to retreat.

Piata, who rendezvous with his deputy Demetria in it, instructs him to select from among the Hundred Wolves the knights who are particularly good at equestrianism. And when Piata ordered the Hundred Wolves squad to fight in conjunction with Prince Partis, he himself led only a select few knights to turn horses in another direction.

Along the way, Piata looks back at the enemy formation on horseback.

There he looked small the Son of Destruction, who stood up with a shoulder borrowed from Zoan's woman.

"Now we have to retreat. But his neck is still within reach of my sword."

Piata turned the face towards someone with Romanian National Army headquarters.

From there you can hear the drums pounding hard from earlier.

"You've decided to fight this battle!

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"It's an opportunity!!"

Partiz raised his voice as the Hundred Wolves led by Piata crushed the Dwarf Heavy Infantry and stormed for the main unit where the Son of Destruction was located.

"Let the whole army storm now!!"

The generals who were surrounded by this were bewildered.

They didn't see Piata's Hundred Wolves as a force of war in the first place. My best troops are Princess Horse's. The surroundings that accompany the princess's play.

That was the assessment of the Hundred Wolves in them.

Early in the war, even when its hundred werewolves made use of their horse legs to protrude, they thought the princess, who had no idea the timing of the war (Kibi), had stormed out.

But within the meaning of that, he crushed the Dwarf Heavy Infantry Corps in the Eldore Country. All that, now we're pushing from the empty side of the gala to the enemy formation.

Still, however, the generals were worried that the princess's rampage should be stopped.

In that, the only thing that moved was Partis.

"Hurry, all armies work with Piata to move to total attack. If Piata puts the enemy formation from the side, it is imperative that the enemy is confused and collapses. What do you want me to do, miss this opportunity? Let them storm the entire army immediately!

But the generals cannot move in confusion.

Partis, who boiled the business, orders directly to the drum drummer.

"Strike the drum of an all-arms assault right away!

Though the drummer's heartbeat startled by orders from Partis, who usually can only speak out via the knights in the near future, he rushes to start beating the drum.

After some time after the clap of its big drums rang on the battlefield, a wow (when) voice rose from amongst the Romanian National Army, which had until then stood guarded against the assault of Zoan's warriors and pushed his big shield against Jiriziri. Along with that, soldiers of the Romanian National Army break down the line and start the assault.

Partis nodded satisfactorily to the sight.

"All right! The enemy foolishly carries the mountain, and there is no escape. This is the perfect opportunity to destroy Hate Eldore! Don't miss this! My lords, wield your power to the fullest!

Ahead of Partis staring, Romanian forces were beginning to push like a tsunami towards the confusing Eldor National Army.