Hitsugi no Maou

"... in the minute of Guess, what do you look great!

With Yuk's left hand, he takes the sword of regression from his sloppy, dripping right arm.

A lot of blood flows through it, polluting the blue and white clothes. Harbatos snorted hard and laughed at Yuk, who glanced up at Mariela slightly.

"Want some help? You're gonna cry on your little girl!

"Who...!

To Yuk, who peels his eyes slightly, Harbatos wields an iron sword. A snobber soldier who was about to hit Harbatos on the shoulder fell with a decent slit in the throat. Go over the convulsive (convulsive) soldier as other soldiers step on him and kick him.

"If I'm a Guess, you're equally Guess. We can't even penetrate me if we use each other and rely on each other. It's not the kind of vessel that's supposed to be on the surface of history."

"Don't fuck with the bullshit, you scumbag! You're not even allowed to stand before me! He said he was sloppy at the end of the line... he sat in my sight...!

"Try to get me out. On your own."

Halbatos took it a step further. Yuk leaves his right arm hanging, pointing his regression sword at the enemy with his left hand.

Between getting stuck and going. Two people in each other's blood explore opportunities among the waves of soldiers.

Then, unexpectedly, a soldier cut out by Halbatos earlier was kicked out by his buddy's leg and rolled out by the two of them. Apparently, the red snake that was clinging to him was crushed as he crawled out of his mouth, dripping his squeaky head loose and already beginning to melt in the air.

For a moment, Halbatos cautioned against it. To the enemy with his gaze on the poor soldier, Yuk jumps at once and sticks out his sword tip.

Halbatos' sword immediately rises to prevent the spike, but Yuk pressed the blade as it was and kicked Halbatos' ankle.

Kick the shaft leg of the Halbatos multiple times by pushing the blade out from body to body.

"... are you playing"

From overhead, a chilling voice descended. With a ghost look on his face, Harbatos is also staring at Yuk with a harsh face...

"Can a person kill with such an attack!!

Halbatos' leg, which was being kicked, instantly lifted and crushed Yuk's axial leg in reverse. Thin ankles make unpleasant noises and severe pain runs up to the brain.

I barely caught my knee, but this time I was kicked in the stomach without putting it between me.

The arms of the sword were probably mutual. But clearly there is an unfilled difference between adult Harbatos and still teenage Yuk in stature and weight.

That makes a fatal one-handed weight difference in primitive fleshbullet warfare.

Yuk, who blew up behind him with momentum, once again looked up at Mariella as he pushed and killed the scream.

The divine caller at the top of the human ladder is still not looking to notice the commotion under his eyes. "Stupid bitch!" and slamming the ground, Yuk escapes into the waves of soldiers as he drags his legs intact.

Moments later, countless soldiers surrounded Halbatos from all sides.

The snobbers are marching only to avoid their lords, Yuk and Mariela. Harbatos, more than a certain distance from Yuk, is no different to those pebbles there for the soldiers. Without bothering to avoid it, I try to push it away with my body.

"Damn! Let him go!!

Harbatos does not defy the flow of the soldiers and pushes his silver helmet away as he moves in the same direction, screwing himself.

Where Yuk is, I can tell right away because of the broken wave of soldiers. Plus, he got his ankle smashed. He shouldn't even be able to run.

Make sure to put up an iron sword, and Harbatos goes for an empty hole in the soldier's line.

From afar, I could hear someone screaming who sounded familiar. I can't remember if the Lord of that voice is a Coffin or a Snobber, but in any case not one who favors Halbatos.

Harbatos is now in the war he has invited.

The collection of acts he stacked was a hell of a spreading in front of him.

Why challenge Yuk now? What's the point in that? There was no clear answer.

The prospect that Halbatos believed to be just is no longer completely broken, and all that remains is a trajectory of betrayal that I can only describe as sin. If you say that fact isn't horrible, it's a lie.

But now, fighting alone while buried in enemy soldiers is not about being terrorized. Of course, it's not to serve your beliefs or justice. Now that I have killed one Euk, I also know that there is no more redemption than the threat of God remains.

I don't regret it. I don't apologize.... Above all, don't give up.

The accumulated sin of betrayal is The Coffin Path of Salvation, which he has walked with the father of the Speaker of the House of Lords. It's all about leaving a people called the Coffins in the world.

It is only in the interest of the Coffin Nation that all spiteful snitches and palliative behavior contrary to chivalry are made. Save the people by dyeing their hands at dirty work that no one wants to do. That is the path chosen by our traitors.

Then it is unacceptable to fall, knowing that all the people will be killed.

If the people don't survive, it means nothing. Even if the prospects come off, you will never be allowed to give up.

Neither does Halbatos deserve to repent nor apologize. One is obliged to go to hell laughing high, convinced of the survival of Coffin's bloodline.

The killing of Euk will not be a fundamental solution, but this situation will certainly be a factor in changing the course of war.

And now, the assassin closest to him was Halbatos.

That's enough. That was enough. If we could contribute at all to stop the extinction of the Coffins, it was enough for the reason that Halbatos would now give up his life even more.

Funny, ugly, back-fingered and deserved death battle. But I dare you.

The division of the line looms in front of you. Injured Yuk is right there. Raising his sword high, Harbatos got out of the group of soldiers at once.

"The valley of despair."

From the chest of Halbatos, the bloodshed rises. From the inside of the armor, the sound of the splash and the flesh ripping.

Yuk is in front of him, laughing in a sword-shaven position. But it is not the sword of regression that is in its hand. Longer...... blade with vicious light.

"Hey Halbatos... mixed up among the soldiers of the dying corpse is something you don't like, right? They don't have any hope. They are destined to be deprived of their physical freedom, to be deprived of their freedom of thought and to continue fighting for me forever. It's a totalization of despair."

The moment the laceration of the wound reached the heart, Harbatos noticed the figure of a soldier being pulled down behind Yuk.

The soldier, with both arms on the ground, put together a silver plate armor and an iron mask that mimicked Yuk's face… he was just not wearing a helmet and had long dark hair hanging on his hips.

"... Sun... te...!

"It's a valley of despair. It's a valley of despair, Halbatos. Being parasitized by a red snake and taken into the army as one of the snobber soldiers falls to the bottom of a dark valley where you can't escape... so I disposed of Sante like this."

To the falling Halbatos, Yuk turned a shitty high laugh as he grabbed Sante's hair.

"No more, I didn't know that was going to turn with blessings in this way! I didn't know Sante, who was buried in thousands of soldiers, was going to pass by me in this situation!! I didn't mean to bring a flesh-fucking sword!! Hope rises only for the chosen among the bitter despairs! It's like...... don't you seem to imply the end of this war!! What, Halbatos!!

Harbatos falls and lays down, causing the black blood to suck into the soil of the battlefield. The pupils opened in the laughter, and all the muscles began to relax (but not).

"In vain death! There's a terminal!...... you can hug and cry with your father in the afterlife!!

The winner's voice said that the traitor's last exhale would never reach anyone's ear.