Hakai no Miko

"Finally..."

The Ethereal Horse said so to no one, looking at the Romanian National Army about to finish the formation shortly.

There is no word returned from the hosts, who gather themselves around the Ethereal Horse. But more than that, the fervent fighting spirit was returning as the answer.

With a slight grin on his mouth at that heat, the Ethereal Horse starts on the horse and starts by looking here at the Hundred Wolves led by Piata, the left wing of the Romanian National Army.

"Okay. As we thought, Piata is in formation. After that, I asked you, Adomius."

There was a point in forming a battlefield earlier until I pushed it impossible. Yes, to the words of the Ethereal Horse stroking down his chest, Adomius made a noise and slapped his proud black armored chest to show.

"Leave it to me! Tell your little girl what the war is all about!

Doverine bitterly complains under her beard to Adomius, who is so vulgar.

"Be careful not to notice that you were going through the bottom of the barrel."

From the story that the bottom of the barrel is missing that you can't see from above, and when you realize it, all the important booze is gone, you mouth a Dwarf adage that means it's an irrevocable big failure when you know it is, and then Dvarin goes on in a tone that throws up the bitter stuff.

"Heavy cavalry's coming in, it's worse than I thought."

The words of Dvarin, who actually experienced it in Mirza, are heavy.

"Sure, I've never seen or heard of heavy cavalry or anything like that coming in. That shock, probably more than I imagined."

Adomius gave his consent to Dvarin.

Until now, in the western realm, horses have been precious only to the generals and some officers, and tanks and dragon-riding are all used on the battlefield.

But there's no way that a dragon rider can storm an enemy or anything like that when the wheels on one side just get up on a stone or have to hold on desperately so that they don't shake off even if they just let them run.

For this reason, it was a soldier species previously unthinkable in common sense, such as heavy cavalry storming enemies.

The physical and psychological shock felt by Dvarin, who was suddenly poked at it in front of him, would have been beyond Admiral's imagination.

Adomius, while acknowledging that, turns to the pale horse as he says "but".

"Forgot? During the battle near the Conte River, His Majesty was offered a ram towed by a wild cow. Did we cower then?

To the words of Adomius, the Ethereal Horse recalled the appearance of a "black wall" that had stopped him from happily hitting his body to cattle and tankers for the triumph of his troops. Ethereal horses accidentally draw their licences to the impending sight that still floats clearly behind their brains.

"No. You've come to be resolute."

Says the Ethereal Horse toward Adomius, who laughs niggardly just because he gets my will.

"Then Piata left it to me. You are the shield of the Eldorian nation in this battle. If you don't take the sword Piata, we lose. Few soldiers can keep it, but I want you to stop Piata at all costs."

"Leave it to me!

After a small laugh at Adomius, who strongly agrees, the Ethereal Horse turns his attention to Norzuri, Dvarin's deputy general.

"Norzuri, it's your turn to make it. I have no doubt about that. Use them to work with Adomius to prevent Piata."

Norzuri naturally snorted at the words of the Ethereal Horse with tremendous trust in the Dwarf craftsman.

"Just so you know, not only are you a craftsman's arm, but you're also a warrior."

He nodded small when asked, and then the Ethereal Horse turned to Zoog.

"If the Admirals are shields, Zoog is a sword. That's a skillful sword, too. We must fight a multitude of enemies and expose them to weaknesses."

So the Ethereal Horse turned his attention to the right wing of the Romanian National Army.

"Contrary to my expectations, the Romanian state is lowering its tanks back. Probably to make you deal with Zoan's movements. You will be asked for a more difficult soldier than expected. But I believe you can. If you can't, we're just gonna lose."

Zoog laughs with his mouth wide open enough to see to his back teeth on this.

"Your Majesty is good at putting people on board! If you say so much, you have to do it!

The pale horse shifts his eyes from Zug with a fierce grin to Garam.

"Gallum. You're another sword. Stabbing a stop at the enemy, it's a special sword. Failure is not tolerated. No, it's a hassle, too. Time battle before we can't stand it or before we can stab a stop at the Romanian National Army. Think of your work as putting the lives of the entire army at risk."

"I'll take care of it. Be sure to accomplish it."

Gallum showed his thick chest slapped with his fist from the top of his braided torso armor.

To the powerful words the Ethereal Horse nods one satisfactorily, then hangs the words to Setius.

"If the others are called shields or swords, you are armor. It is the last protection of the life of the Eldorian nation. If you fail, the whole army will collapse. What I ask of you is a soldier who has never had experience before. But you can. No! I believe you can do it."

"Thank you. We will do everything we can"

After answering on the usual Buddha top, Setius secretly blurred, "There's no such thing as a good story because this is it".

He was a pale horse smiling satisfactorily at everyone's reaction, but the sound of something heavy striking the ground in his ear arrives.

When the Ethereal Horse sees who sounds what it is, it is Jaharngil who was there.

He was a Dinosaurian jaharn gill whose expression was unknown to humans, but he looked somewhat grumpy to the Ethereal Horse.

"Jaharn Gill. What's wrong?

The Ethereal Horse inquired, but Jaharngil only slaps the ground silently with his vita and tail. He was a pale horse confused by how Jaharn Gill was doing, but I quickly realized it.

"Uh... Wanfu (Bamp) Injustice (Fu), Hang in there"

A pale horse, who could not think of a word for a moment, twisted the appropriate word out of his misery.

Exactly, there won't be any of this.

Yes, the Ethereal Horse thought to himself, but Jahangil had a big snort and looked satisfied.

Besides, Shemr calls out to the pale horse who was stroking his chest down with a ho.

"Hey, Soma. Hey, you got a second?

"What's wrong, Shemr?

Shemr wrinkles his nose small and hesitates a lot.

"What you're saying from earlier is that if anyone fails alone, it's our loss?

The pale horse patted his eyes.

If we did look back at what we said and did, we were telling everyone that if each fails, that would be our own loss.

The Ethereal Horse who notices it opens his eyes and solidifies when he raises his voice small "Ah".

Shemr sighs heavily at such a pale horse, saying in a grumpy tone.

"I mean, here's the thing, right?

Shemr grins with a nibble of fangs.

"As usual."

The Ethereal Horse was taken aback.

Silence descends on the spot.

It was the laughter of all who broke it.

"Sure, you always do"

If Gallum laughs like that, Zoog responds to it.

"You're right, if you ask me."

"Not at all. It was an easy fight."

If Dvarin blurs, Setius nods heavily, too.

"Totally agree, let me say"

"What. All those critical battles."

If Norzuri is stunned, Adomius says proudly.

"If our 'Black Wall' were our opponent, it would have been natural too!

And Jaharn Gill wasn't sure how good it was, but he was straining his chest and roughing his nose.

Caught in such a laugh for everyone, the Ethereal Horse laughed again.

One pale horse laughs and then tells everyone.

"Well, then, guys. Good luck as usual. And let's win!

Everyone said to the Ethereal Horse, "Whoa!," he replied in a chant, headed to their respective places of possession.

The Ethereal Horse, who dropped off a reliable companion, speaks with himself to the remaining Shemr on the spot.

"... shemr"

Says the Ethereal Horse to Shemr, who looks up at himself riding the horse.

"You too, as always."

Shemr narrows his eyes.

"Naturally. You're under my umbilical cord."

And they exchanged smiles.

and Zoan, the conductor, rushes from the forward central main unit there.

"Herald! The Romanian National Army is coming this way with Prince Partis and those he thinks are his escorts!

To what was conveyed, the Ethereal Horse and Shemr often looked at each other. Soon afterwards, the Ethereal Horse moves forward, trying to check even with his own eyes. Then, as the Herald said, there was a human being seen as Prince Partiz, who crossed (also) into a horse from among the Romanian National Army, who finished the formation, and the guards who consolidated their surroundings proceeded to the center of the two armies opposite each other.

"Probably a tongue fight before the war"

Before starting a major battle, it is a lesson in the West for those who lead the armies of both sides to step forward and assert their legitimacy to boost their own morale, and to engage in tongue-in-cheek battles that disparage the will of the enemy armies by sounding the opponents' nonsense.

The Ethereal Horse, who decided that it would be, also took Shemru and the flag bearer Morad and the escort Shahata to move forward with the horse he wanted to cross (and).

It is the mastery of tongue warfare that takes place within a distance of each other's voices near the centre of the two armies, but what a march Partis has taken forward the horses by himself even further when he retains the soldiers of his escorts on the spot.

Shahata, the escort, said to this, "What do you want to do?," he asked with his eyes.

"Shemr and the others, wait here. From here on out, I'll go alone"

"Are you okay, Soma?

It is also best to worry about Shemr. If Partis is attacked to harm the Ethereal Horse, there is no better way to beat the Ethereal Horse who cannot fight because of grace.

But I didn't think you'd come here and set me up with even more cowardly surprises. But I'm not even talking about it being completely unlikely.

But if you look like you're going to butt in here, it also involves the morale of the whole army.

When the belly-up Ethereal Horse said, "I'm fine," he moved the horse forward on his own.

The Ethereal Horse stops the horse's leg when he comes to Partis, who stops and waits almost in the middle of the army on both sides opposite him, to a distance where each other's voices reach their opponents sufficiently, even without sticking up.

"Are you Prince Partis?

"How about that? I am Partis Dordea Romanianis!

So barking Partis, the Ethereal Horse was slightly puzzled.

Much different from the imaginary Prince Partis.

How daring and invincible was the appearance of a warlord. But those eyes shine like a young boy, wielding emotions from all over his body that are neither exciting nor joyful. Now and again, he was staring at the pale horse with an exciting face as if he were looking forward to tomorrow's excursion.

Partis, however, whisks his eyebrows in surprise. And finally, he made a grumpy look with his face in his face.

Partis barks at the pale horse wondering what the hell is going on.

"You son of a bitch!

It was a sudden curse.

"Go back and tell the cowards to come out!