Hitsugi no Maou

One Hundred and Seventeen Stories: Shooting

Down to the earth, the corpse of a folded snake. The red particles they erupt wind like sandstorms, coloring the world.

Corpses of crushed people and horses peek from beneath foggy snakes, leaving traces of killing and destruction on the battlefield.

Instantly bursting death. Countless serpents have turned into meat chunks, and how many people have taken that path?

On a chaotic battlefield, but each force had put together its surviving personnel and was beginning to take action again.

The Coffins are still challenged by the active Red Snake while rescuing their people. The Separca army also formed an empty formation of holes and began to approach the king's capital of Coffin. Snobber settlers, who were acting in pieces, are finally starting to leave the battlefield when they get here and are about to join a larger group to defend themselves.

Each one is geared towards its own purpose.

Behind those humans, the snobber gods were eating at soldiers in their own countries, sounding all sorts of metal and bone meat chewing.

"You monster - what an outrage!!

In the middle of the marching Separca army, King Separca stared at God as he stepped on the mutilated red serpent's corpse.

Some of the road runners who were pulling the tank crashed to death with flying snakes, and now, on their reins, only a few pieces of meat are creeping in.

Some of the soldiers spanning the road runners get out in front of the jerking tank and connect their road runners to the tank.

Behind the soldiers who started pulling tanks as they were, King Separca waved a giant sword and raised a tremendous growl.

Many thick blood vessels run through the king's rocky muscles, and the next moment, a giant sword rips the air and flies into the sky.

I made a sound like a flame in the wind and the blade spinned, wondering if it was like a little dot... eventually a slight shade of black blood smoke rose from the head of God eating soldiers.

King Separca grinds his teeth hard and meets his left and right fists.

"Hey! I won't stop eating! We need to get closer...!

"O king! Give me that!!

One of the Separca soldiers pulling the tank shouted, pointing to the King's Capital of Coffin. Seeing it, the stone walls surrounding the king's capital glow blue and white, and they are so strong that they push back the light of the snake's red particles.

The first prince of King Separca shouted as he laid his sword on the chariot.

"Looks like the Coffins will do something again! Father, I'll lead the soldiers to the stone wall!

"No, brother! Look at that!!

Before King Separca answered the First Prince, the Fourth Princess raised a sharp voice. Ahead of her sword, God, who had not responded in any way to King Separca's blow, was turning his face to the king's capital as he hung a lump of meat at the edge of his mouth.

I thought something tiny stuck in both of those orbits was awkward...... the next moment I threw out the soldiers that God was grabbing, spilling blubber and dead meat from my mouth, and ran out as I stepped on the snobber formation and crushed them.

A giant monster who rocks the ground and storms into the stone walls kicking through everything. King Separca peeled off his eyes and screamed as he grabbed a new sword flying from my womb.

"All Army Assault!! Attack that bucket thing now. WOW!!

When the king threw his sword again, the road runners' nails scraped the ground even harder and faster, and the Separca soldiers simultaneously removed from behind the saddle an ejector loaded with a short spear.

Shaped like a large cross, it was like an improved bow, capable of handling spears and stones, with a thick rope twisted into a chisel and a weapon that fired objects with the power of a sturdy plate spring.

The Separkans prefer swords, spears, and axes in interpersonal combat, and seldom bring up such elaborate flying tools.

Powerful launchers are only used against non-human beasts and enemies attacked with the same amount of high-powered weapons.

The Separca soldiers dared to shoot simultaneously in a spear, with a voice so tempered that they did not take any credit from the king, toward the immense death-forwarding of their way into the capital of their allies.