Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Celias-Blood-Mouseg was just down Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, waiting for the Museg soldiers to assemble.

A number of soldiers have already been instructed and have skipped reports to their home countries.

Celias was now waiting for the return of that Mooseg technical-style soldier who had let him go first by mentioning his role as a power reconnaissance.

"I hear you got hit hard."

"Ha, no face"

"You wouldn't be the one who got hit"

One of the Kingsguards was answering Serious's whining words.

A young man.

"Mihai, how old are you this year?

"Ha.... what? Oh, no, I am nineteen this year."

To Celias' abrupt question, the young Kingsguard answered the collar correctly as he was in a hurry, after he raised a bare voice.

Silky blonde shakes left and right as she moves, symbolizing the young Kingsguard's haste.

Celias was laughing funny as she saw it.

"Hmm, you're young. Who is my Kingsguard at that young age?"

Acting deliberately, says Celias.

Then a young Kingsguard in that word - Mihai,

"Dear Celias, it was Celias who chose me...? That would have been all I wish I had been a servant of Master Celias... I really want to be able to get to the battlefield, but I don't know if this is going to be enough for the other soldiers to be here..."

I said it like Mihai was in trouble.

Mikhail was originally an exclusive servant of Celias.

He was younger than Celias, but he had one or two triggers at a young age, and then he took care of himself all the time.

However, Celias recently promoted Mihai, who was working far from such a battlefield, to his own Kingsguard.

The reason was clear.

"Because you had the gift of a rare sword. No other soldier would say such a bad thing. At least in Mooseg, the strong are respected as long as they belong to the state.

- Besides, you already showed the others your sword arm, didn't you?

"So, but..."

Mikhail had distorted his beauty to the point where, at first glance, he was seen as a woman, distorted to his face, and his gaze had fallen to the ground.

"Are you so worried? - Well, if anything happens, tell me."

"We can't let this kind of personal matter annoy (wax) Master Celias' hand. I'll do something about it then."

"I'm not sure if you're weak or strong, you are"

That's what Celias said and laughed again.

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After a while, the captain of the surgical regiment finally returned to the foot (foot).

Celias first twisted the captain, dressed in black clothes and returning with black discolored blood marks on his skin.

"Thanks for your hard work"

"No, there's no face either. I'm going to take any punishment spoiled."

"You're fast. - He's alive, and he's throwing his life out of it. I use what I can use for mousegs. If you still have a life too, use it for Mooseg."

"Ha......! We will always reward you for that mercy."

"Oh."

Interacting like that with a soldier captain kneeling on one knee in front of him, but soon Celias moved on to the point.

"Give me your face, Sergeant. Let's hear the report."

"... Ha"

Celias was concerned that the sergeant's face looked a lot older than it had been before he was sent out to scout.

"... a demon, Your Highness. The summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain was home to demon gods."

"- Demon God"

Behind Celias' brain, a snow-haired man blew out his "King of the Ground Hammer" at that time.

"The man with the white hair."

"Oh! Yes, that's the man!

No, no, the sergeant shivers himself.

He looked palpable and frightened.

"That man, he imitated our white light artillery ceremony in an instant, and he offset it."

"... what?

imitate the surgical ceremony, offset.

Celias had imagined a man in that sequence of motions.

Once upon a time. Long ago, before I was born.

But a story that feels very close.

- It's like an inversion.

Flander-Crowe's skilled surgical technique remains intact.

Precisely, that's not just a technique you're shooting at imitating. It's more amazing than that.

He reads the opponent's manipulation in an instant and knits the corresponding manipulation himself.

The form of the procedure is similar because the corresponding formula is similar to the original procedure, and in fact, it does a lot more complicated than just imitating it.

It is the owner of the Devil's Eye who specializes in seeing surgical events that can do that, above all,

"Are there people in this age who have as much surgical creativity as Flander-Crows?"

Only those who are excellent in the creation and processing of surgical ceremonies in general.

A talented (Saikapa) business.

Nothing suits such a word better than that method.

The Magic Eye is indeed a threat in that it discerns the nature of the surgical ceremony, but the reason why the surgical god could have been the surgical god was because the individual's surgical abilities were unusually high.

Rather, even without the demonic eye, if the opponent's surgical activation is slow, he is the kind of man who predicted the opponent's surgical formula at the time he was knitting and shot the corresponding inversion formula 'knitting first'.

"And before the white light artillery ceremony was complete, I was shot at it..."

"Oh......"

I see, Celias thought.

The captain's voice was the loudest shaken when stating the fact.

"It" frustrated my confidence.

"That's a monster, Your Highness."

If the story was true, I thought it was a lie.

- No way, really, he's the son of Flander-Crowe and Leilas-Riff-Remusee.

I couldn't help but think that the temporal twitch didn't fit.

"... were you really also a spirit"

The only thing I can do is suppose there was something on that 'summit' if I were to force myself to have a basis for that prediction.

"- Were there any other shadows on the summit than those demon kings?

"No."

"What about the spirit body?

"There was not one at the top of the mountain. Just..."

"Just?"

"Something like countless headstones. There seemed to be something engraved in it, but I just didn't have time to read it. We needed to hurry our wounded men down to the foot."

- Hmm.

Celias looks up at the summit from the foot.

White Kasumi (blush) has fallen on me and I can't reach the summit of the mountain.

Now I can't climb again.

Not to mention the testimony that there are only tombstones there.

But speaking of personal aspirations, I'm also concerned about that headstone.

I don't have time for this right now, but maybe I can come and investigate sometime.

"- Okay. Thank you for reporting. Now, I'd like to hear from the other captain's men, okay?

"Of course you are"

"Okay."

Celias was waiting for an answer to the decree he sent to his home country.

I've already run some regiments east and have the demon kings chased.

I was going to go after him myself, but he was somewhat different from the rest of his men.

While waiting for what is key to that somewhat heretical way, Celias decides to pull as much information as he can from his men.

Thereafter, Celias discerned a certain material fact from the appearance of other men.

It was a fact, an observational eye for a sharp enemy, by the way, the origins of what was known as the spouse of the wartime.

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Celias listened with excitement to each and every one of the wounded operative soldier's words.

In particular, I carefully heard from those with 'undesirable wounds' how they were put on it.

"- Those who have been severed have died instantly."

There are not many 'raw' people on this scene who have undergone cuts.

Apparently, most of those who were cut died at the top of the mountain.

There were no bodies on the spot, as the captain decided to leave those bodies, thinking that the bodies would be luggage when he lowered the other wounded from the spiritual mountains.

"The Warlord is right in his judgment. their condolences, sooner or later, from me."

Serious said so with a slightly sunken look on his face.

Celias basically didn't break his (probably) flashy expression, but at that time, he had the colour of his only sorrow on his face.

For the captain of the surgical regiment who was in the vicinity, it was salvation enough, even if only for the fact that our venerable Celias had thus grieved for his men.

He prayed that this would also be the case for those who died.

After a while, Celias returned to interrogation again after returning his usual harsh (rough) expression to his face.

"If it's a cut, it's a sword emperor."

"Yes. That woman, descended from the Eluiza family, was also quite a user. The technique is also chopped with the devil's sword, so when it is approached, it is troublesome..."

"I sent a surgical regiment to control it from a distance in the first place without making it close, but it didn't work out so well because of other demon kings"

Celias roared as she spoke to one magician who dyed unnaturally black around her jaw.

"I still want it. The Devil's Sword works great in just one swing if you let the user hold it. How much power would you have if you used event amputation? Besides, they say the Seven Imperials have bigger, hidden abilities."

A long time ago, during the war, such demonic weapons spread to the world at one time.

When individual human combat power, strategy, collective tactics, and such things became luxurious where they went, and went, and that part alone made it harder to show a clear difference in power, the war-developed countries began to elaborate on 'weapons' in an attempt to create new differences.

Otherwise, the pattern of the evolution of the war became peripheral.

Fist to stick, stick to arrow, arrow to sword. The warrior's consciousness was once again directed at the element of the weapon that humanity first evolved during the battle.

It was around that time that the clan of "Sword Emperors", who inherited the Devil's Sword from generation to generation, was born because of the special abilities granted to them.

Among them, the clan, which created a particularly excellent weapon called the Seven Imperial Instruments, went through a period of time, went through a case, and was flirted with - eventually all certified by the Demon King as the Seven Martial Emperors.

Currently confirmed in Mooseg are four houses: the "Sword Emperor" Eluiza family, the "Spear Emperor" Casalice family, the "Hammer Emperor" Goes family, and the "Bow Emperor" Seal family, of which the "Spear Emperor" Casalice family was crushed.

Although it cannot yet be said that the weapon properties of each of the Seven Imperial Instruments have been fully elucidated, they are all similar in terms of performing 'event interference'.

The Devil's Sword was severed by events, the Devil's Spear was penetrated by events, and the Hammer was struck by events and could also counteract the surgical ceremony by being a weapon but just wielding them, 'the more the surgical ceremony thrived,' which became proportionally valuable.

"I'm also interested in how that was made, but even the demon spear I have now doesn't know how to use it other than event penetration..."

Celias took that demon spear when he killed the Spear Emperor.

I use it from time to time, but I still didn't know how to use it when it comes to my abilities other than event penetration.

As mentioned, I knew there were other abilities.

There's a lot of literature like that.

But none of them gave abstract representations, which did not help to reveal the full contents of the Seven Imperial Instruments.

"The Spear Emperor didn't break his mouth until the end either. - Well, let's keep it there. I don't have time to look into it right now."

That's how Celias switches his mind.

And around it Celias was concerned about the blackness of the surgeon's jaw in front of him.

It's like a burnt mark.

"What about that wound?

"To that white demon god..."

……

Celias got uncomfortable there.

According to stories I've heard so far, that white demon god is a considerable surgical capable man.

In addition to stopping and showing my "King of the Earth's Hammer," what I heard even made me thunder.

Besides, he showed a very good body even in close proximity.

When I remembered such information, certain words were coming out, like jumping from Celias' mouth.

"You..."

That was a pure tone of doubt.

"- Why are you alive?

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The magician opened his mouth and seemed to blunt Celias' words.

"Oh... no, the..."

Did I say something that would disturb Celias?

That's exactly how the magician looked at it.

Celias' words were words that contained only truly pure colours of doubt, without any particular reproach, but the sorcerer did not receive them so.

"How did you come back alive exposed to such an ugliness," he wondered, now that there was anger in Serious about his subordinates' impudence?

It was also caused by the fact that Celias did not break his stern expression and, although he was unconscious, he was emanating from his back an unspeakable sense of intimidation from time to time.

Celias' beautifully shaped Buddha top surface (blah blah blah) had both helped and helped drive the magicians' fears at this time.

"Oh, my lord, as soon as this guy's hit, I'm in between..."

Then the captain said to Celias, hastening to pass the time.

"- Right."

Celias stroked his jaw with his fingers and still looked unintelligible.

But soon his gaze fell off, and now he heads to another magician.

Celias' eyes were looking for a magician with burnt scars just like this one.

While the other magicians freaked out and peeked at Celias, Celias quickly found the person he wanted.

"- You, why are you alive?

It was the same word again.

Celias pointed out that he was one of the magicians who was following a burnt burn around his neck.

There comes the captain again,

"So, Your Highness..."

"Wait, this is all weird. - 'Impossible'"

When Celias told me that in advance, the sergeant just didn't spin any more words either.

The fingered magician is frightened and frightened, and waits to swallow the words of Celias.

The look was like a frog stared at by a snake.

"Let's still believe what the captain has to say about the jaw blow. Or maybe the blow to the jaw was a prerequisite for slapping the second fatal blow. But how about that? -" Neck "? It's like grabbing a neck (and then). That can be fatal with a single blow. A monster grabbed me by the neck so I could use lightning, and yet - 'Alive'"

Marks like a clenched neck (and more).

Guess from the story of lightning, it's probably a wound worn by that white demon god with his lightning hands.

"You, the demon god grabbed your neck, didn't you?

"Yes..."

It's a good idea.

"But soon my allies helped me..."

The words were not already in Celias' ears.

Even if it was in there, I would have smiled (f) "Impossible".

The moment they grabbed me by the neck, I should have been crushed.

There is no longer room for help there. A few moments will suffice. If you're a god to listen to, that's how much you can do.

When that happens, something is wrong at that point that I put you in help.

Celias looked around at the other magicians, and similarly, he found that there were more than one "deadly enough wound if attacked that part" on him.

Moments, one answer floats up behind Celias' brain.

"No way -"

Too many black scars.

It was also a proof of the menacing nature of being alone against a large number, but for Celias it was a proof of another fact.

I left the body.

Originally, such a man's blow would most likely lead to death, and few of them should live and exist on this occasion.

But apparently he doesn't wonder about it except himself.

Perhaps the shock of seeing the demon god's overwhelming fighting power straighter than that still prevails in his chest.

But Celias identified.

"This guy..."

Celias' mouth angle was up at some point.

That was in the form of a laugh.

The magicians who were there, including the captain, saw the brutal grin of Celias indeed.

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"Can't you kill...!

◆ ◆ ◆

It was the eye of the beast.

A grin that found the enemy's weakness and was preceded by victory.

It was a grin.

It's not as much the grin of a man who screwed his men until just now.

The grin that was on there was' The Warrior's Grin '.

"This monster has no 'fangs'.

- Ha-ha-ha! "The Fangless Monster" or... ugh! Hahaha, hahahahaha!

Once again, his men had stuck to the face of what they called the spouse of the times of war.

"Ha -"

That's how I gave him a little laugh (this way), Serious, but the laugh stops.

"- No, wait. On the contrary, does it also mean that the force was so different that it could be reduced?"

Celias was a Shigeru admirer of human animal survival instincts.

In other words, 'If I can be hunted down with a human, I will strip my fangs'. That's what I thought.

So at the same time that I realized that the monster had no fangs, I somehow expected that monster to reign around which part of the hierarchy of powers.

- Upper level. I'm in "Pretty Upper Hierarchy".

Even if he's not an elite squad, he can do this to a squad opponent in his own handkerchief who thinks he's really good.

This surgical soldier couldn't even let the monster strip his fangs.

……

If I chase the monster, will the monster strip his fangs?

If I stripped it, how on earth would I show off my huge fangs?

I can't imagine - I can't.

- It's dangerous.

I thought I had found advantages, Celias, and at some point I was feeling like I had found a mine that I should never touch.

"Your Highness, I'm here."

And, as Celias was starting to think alone, Fumi Hai's voice rang in his ear.

Apparently, here comes the thing I've been waiting for.

"Oh, I'm going now"

- And then, after you actually see it.

Celias is going to catch up.

I was naturally going to catch up with those demon kings who fled east.

The calculation is applied.

And then, which is more strategic than that.

"But don't think the Twenty Demon Kings can fight my Mooseg kingdom."

I was just a little afraid of the incomprehensibility of the demon god's specialty, but Celias offset it with a triumph.

Even if that's a demon or a monster, I'm not going to fight head-on and lose.

- I'm carrying a nation.

That was Celias' pride as a warrior, and as a prince.