Hitsugi no Maou

Gidlett's attack on the giant skeleton is essentially like a fire attack, something different from a fire attack.

If you just put a ton of oil on it and light it, that's the same as the example of the rustlers. As a result, you may be able to burn your subject to death, but you will run the risk of raging and driving a giant that is no longer on fire and unattainable.

Flames alone take time to kill enemies. That's why after the oil and fire, I prepared a water barrel.

Speaking only of oil fires, adding water to a burning fire gives the fire momentum an explosive boost. Because the hot oil that burns is caught in water and steam and sprays up in the air as it burns. Every grain of oil that brings the fire together flies over the rising airflow, adheres to every object, and tensions the flaming membrane (maku).

That is no longer a pure fire. It's a flaming storm that adds stickiness and lightness to the flames. The black-belt flames will take in the surroundings as soon as they are handled and burn instantaneously.

Thus, the body of a giant skeleton engulfed by swallowing a water barrel turned from the inside into a mass of flame (heap) while blinking one.

A wind of flames and oil that blows the gap between the skeletons endlessly burns all the bones, licking them. Even the lower body, which was not originally oiled, was forced into an adhesive flame.

The waves of flames spread over giant skeletons and surrounding towers, as if they were butterfly feathers. Sabitoga and the others barely escaped the fire, looking for Giddrit, who was protecting himself low at the top of the tower, and Raymond, who was supposed to be fleeing the ground.

In a battlefield of chaos, the giant skeleton remains empty and silent. A monster burning his whole body with great momentum spilled a boiling (plump) peachy fluid from his dark orbit (cancer).

"If it's true, you can't win."

Sabitoga looked backwards unexpectedly at her muddled up voice. Raymond, covered in soil, coal (soot) and blood, is breathing on his shoulders with his hands on both knees. This man came running through the chaos of natural disasters without stopping. Otherwise he was in an unexplained position.

Breathe deeply and Raymond raises his gaze. I spilled a madman's laugh at Sabitoga and Charcoal and Straw staring at me.

"That skeleton was no match for us to defeat, no matter what we tried to do. If you fought an intact skeleton, it was definitely us."

"intact..."

"If you were fighting a hundred years ago, you must have lost"

Sabitoga saw the numerous (and also) blades protruding across its entire body of giant skeletons burned by flames. The remains of swords, spears, and weapons that once were excellent Gentiles must have stood up to the giant on their own and struck in exchange for their lives.

A stacked blow and the holes and cracks it wore. A fine scar engraved on a giant white bone invites burning oil particles into the depths of bones that are not supposed to reach them, burning them up.

Oil follows the path of battle in the past, causing the skeleton. There is flame damage on the extension line of the blows of people who have lost in the past.

"In the battle of the brave, there will be no consequences for death in vain."

Raymond stretched out his back and looked up in the sky just like a giant skeleton.

"I can't win. I challenge my enemies, and the minor (minor) wounds they put on me while I was dying. That's what our ancestors left behind. That's our best hope. Recklessness and barbaric courage accumulated on the Island of Demons, for approximately a thousand years. The bitter loser's foot scratch makes us cross the wall."

……

"We can even inherit death and defeat. That's human strength. Can they do the same to the devil..."

I doubt it.

When Raymond closed his eyes, the black oil flame slightly loosened, decreasing momentum. The instantaneous wild rising airflow subsides, and particles of burned oil become firepowder and mist. A giant skeleton that frees itself from the flames just a little bit slowly drops its gaze to the ground as it drips boiling brain fluid out of the orbital and tooth gaps.

In a slow (kamman) movement, but certainly to the monster who tried to hold his fist, from the top of the tower, a mass of moss (hedging) jumped.

Giddrit, waving a gillhammer over her carburized skull, raised a mad cry behind her fellow's astonishing voice.