Hyaku Ma No Aruji

- Stiff.

Merea was experiencing the stiffness of that scale as she flew around the earth dragon at a fierce rate and put a blow of restraint into the movement.

- You have to shoot pretty hard.

The ground dragon is distracted by the Elmas rushing east, resulting in a motion that is neither way.

Is it the Ground Dragon that is lost, or the Dragon Cavalry in its back riding instructor?

All in all, the reaction was half happy and half unhappy for Melea.

- Turn this way.

Naturally, I would like to keep the ground dragon on this occasion if possible.

However, if there is a gap, I can hardly see a gap in the simultaneous processing of the other two heads as decoys and trying to rush to the Elmas.

You can't even let one get away with this.

- Look, this way.

In that, Merea was waiting for a good opportunity.

I had a prediction.

When all three heads of consciousness are directed at you, perhaps this one can turn to a thoughtful offense as well.

Once you give up on chasing the Elmers, the moment you decide to slap down a loud fly flying around the near field first.

The idea of distancing others at once is bounced out of their brains.

In just a few seconds of being born that way,

- Drop it.

"You're a loud one!

and the voice of the dragon cavalry on the back of the ground dragon wore Merea's ears.

It has some noise because it's a voice from inside a full-faced black helmet, but calmly captures the irritating colors there.

- A little more.

Melea waited for that time as she blushed in front of her eyes as little as she could.

- Come on.

Then, just after several beatings and ambushes.

One of them was on the right side of the ground dragon.

I was pointing that dragon eye at Melea.

I wasn't looking at the Elmas anymore.

- Coming.

Plus, now my ears catch the roar.

At different speeds and pressures that smashed the space from wind to wind, something like a red and black round too was flying from the right edge of the sight.

The ground dragon's - tail.

Melea is in the air.

"I was just like... ugh! - If you want to die so badly, die first!!"

A dragon cavalry on the ground dragon on the right was finally screaming to explode his emotions.

By the time I heard that, the tail of the ground dragon was approaching just a few meters beside Merea,

- Avoid it.

Melea was moving again, too.

Rather than beating the atmosphere with its wings, it lets the body bounce downward in a way that explodes a storm with its back.

One turn and a different move of intent.

The tail of the earth dragon flies when the Sickle of Death overhead Melea, but Melea is blind.

Fly the gaze of observation to the other two heads as you travel to the ground.

- Right here.

Convinced.

Merea did not miss that the dragon cavalry had meaningfully slapped the back of the ground dragon's neck with its hands.

Soon afterwards, as I indicated...

The eyes of the three earth dragons turned entirely towards Merea.

At that moment, Merea waited.

My body moved at last.

Fine-tune the landing point further using the wind wings while plummeting with as much flow as just now.

Flipping from a state of restlessness that was flying around like a fly, landing at the feet of one ground dragon in a straight motion.

At the same time,

"Art Expansion -"

Merea showed a strange demeanor.

- Left flank.

It's like pulling a knife out of a sheath of swords on the left side.

I was about to blind myself to a real sheath of swords on Merea's left hip when she wasn't supposed to be carrying a weapon.

Merea stops the movement slightly as she stands on the brink of pulling out the knife.

From its back, the wings of the wind disappeared, and even the white thunder disappeared.

But soon...

"The Sabre of the Water God (Seurat-Euras)"

Another change happened.

In your right hand, standing around your left hip,

A brilliant sword appeared in the sky.

With a sharp, single-edged sword, it had a beautiful air bubble that emitted light inside the body of Merea, gracefully carrying three long pieces of her body.

Wrapped in pale pale light - a water knife.

That's the next moment,

"One Knife -"

He even swung a moment in cleavage.

It was like living together.

A pale colour appears in the space, and the remnants become trajectories.

And the pale pierced the feet of the earth dragon,

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There was a scream.

One leg of the ground dragon left a slippery cut surface by the time it was unusual - it was cut off.

A giant body (momentarily) loses one support, loses balance, and leans to the side.

But Merea's movements still don't stop.

He is already sick to the 'second head', faster than the body of the ground dragon leaning sideways falls to the ground.

The dragon cavalry still don't understand what happened.

But the second ground dragon body to which Merea turned, he had first perceived that his compatriots had been wounded in some way, and further realized that the enemy who had caused such wounds would come at him.

That's a natural enemy.

In an animal inquiry, the Grounddragon had so determined Merea.

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Merea loaded the razor blade, which disappeared after an earlier blow, into her hand as she ran again.

In the meantime, avoid being stuck in the pocket or watch the ground dragon wield its fore and right arm and long tail.

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Merea avoided it in her own way, which she could even describe as graceful, and she couldn't run through it.

"Two swords."

I waved a razor blade.

Merea's ears, the dragon's screams were crushed.

Listening to the sound of a slight flutter in his head all over the sound, Melea takes the next step without worrying.

The third head - it's still there.

When Merea turned her gaze, the third earth dragon seemed to perceive the situation with the dragon cavalry, and was about to take her gaze off Merea and rush to the other demon kings.

Almost at the same time Merea ran off and Grounddragon lowered herself in preparation for the disease.

- Let him go...!

Merea perceived that her biological disease was unlikely to catch up with the ground dragon.

At the same time, interrupt the summons of the third razor blade to convert the procedure.

Applause (with wrinkles).

It causes that action, which is never decorative, and evokes white thunder.

A second more dry sound, wind wings.

Merea reloaded her body and played herself with a composite surgical form that symbolised 'the fastest' of her usable surgical ceremonies.

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Within a moment Merea broke the legs of two ground dragons and completely shredded their mobility.

Two shots of ground dragon scales, said to be not even easy for a permanent person to break, cut with the ease of cutting butter.

I'm still not satisfied with Melea while I do something I can talk about in the alley or get done with "You're kidding".

However,

This series of streams actually represented Merea's certain weaknesses as they were.

If the well-informed had watched this flow, or might have been uncomfortable with Merea's behavior.

I just realized that 'there's nothing I can do about that' was a good idea, but it wasn't the only reason for a special (thing), a certain man.

The man was still running far from the War Department at that point.

across the distance that it would take a few dozen minutes at the Junma.

Still, the man was definitely approaching the War Department.

As if attracted to the smell of the battlefield, at a fierce rate...

- I still don't see that.

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Eyes was flying 'normal sight' looking forward completely out of consciousness, clinging to Elma's back.

What appears in the back of Eyes' brain is "The Sight of the Celestial Devil", which looks out over the area.

"Right...... eh!

"Next!!"

"Diagonally left immediately! Cut through, dude!

It was like hell there.

There were enemies everywhere.

We collided with the enemy.

If Eyes had looked around him with normal vision, he might have just made his body tense (frightened).

That's how close the horse is.

Immediately after the clash, the demon kings had their share.

A squad of Mooseg cavalry, who had penetrated with the greatest emphasis on speed until using the acceleration technique, had a slight disturbance in the line just before.

Still, I guess the Mooseg side predicted too much turnaround on the Mooseg side. There was no hesitation in the disturbed formation, and he stormed in disgust with a spear in his hand.

Whereas the demon kings intercept it.

The demon king of the surgical system solidified in the direction in which the Mouseg cavalry stormed, pushing back the cavalry as he spun the surgical ceremony to build a wall.

The number of opponents goes up many times this one, and that sticks in like a tsunami, but the demon kings don't retreat with the demon kings.

If not a unified group of procedures, each highly capable technique was released as densely as a wall, it would have been effective enough to eliminate the assault for a first time.

Whether you hit it or not, a wave of people is coming from next to next, but the Demon Kings are definitely pushing forward as well.

In this case, it was rather the leading part that was at issue.

I mean, that's where Elma is.

Not so much a riot, but the Mooseg cavalry has slipped in before Elma as well.

A line of demon kings rushing through in a convex shape really has to 'cut the way' if they get around.

Its role is not that of a surgical demon king who is preventing cavalry intrusions on the sidelines, but precisely Elma who is leading the way in cleaving the enemy formation.

"-!"

And the eyes that were looking at the beginning of it from the point of view of the devil...

- Wow.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Altogether, it was the horse fighting power of Erma, the (sword emperor) who breaks the lead.

He wields the Devil's Sword Crishura at a squeamish speed, cleaving only the exact enemies he needs.

Even though the other person has a long object, Elma doesn't take it for a thing either.

He struck the Devil's Sword with a sword pressure that seemed to cleave from space to space, playing all the spear bodies to be poked at.

Moreover, while caring for Eyes.

"Rusty Rusty the Devil's Sword but get out of the way!!"

Elma roared when she was a god of war.

Intimidation and inspiration voices.

You can also hear Salman and the other demon kings shouting from behind.

"A little more......!

Eyes was from the heavenly demon's overlooking perspective, making sure the rear demon kings were safe.

Salman is riding himself out of his horse and punching his fist with strange purple particles against the Mouseg cavalry.

Marisa is sliding a dagger into the cavalry's armor gap in a crooked motion.

I originally expected the two not to be co-powerful, but when I actually saw the fight up close, I was barely pressured by its force.

Also, it was the horse power that Zayed arranged for me to work plain in in this riot.

He was a stunning horse and a 'war horse'.

Exactly when I was relative to the Grounddragon, I let myself jump, but as you can see from the fact that I still didn't escape, I'm not afraid on the battlefield.

On the contrary, he was hitting the horseback riding on the side of the Mooseg cavalry with his body.

Let your enemies know how strong you are in another wildly stained way than the humans on top, to show you that you are tougher.

Naturally, there were wounded horses.

But it didn't fall.

If the horses fall, the demon kings will die too.

You know, the horses were trying to get their bodies together and push their enemies through.

"Almost there...!

Eyes finally hunched a breakthrough in the enemy's siege net, pointing in the direction to Elma.

With the leg of a horse, if only in ten seconds.

- I can.

I thought so.

But...

A moment, a slice of consciousness.

One tragedy befalls the Demon Kings as they sew through the gap.

Eyes blinked unintentionally once at the tiredness of his eyes, which could be described as a side effect of the Devil's Eye.

Until then, I had not blinked once because of the rare mental power of Eyes, but my body craved just one blink as a physiological phenomenon of my body.

Nothing, the blink itself was not the cause of the tragedy.

But the curtain of the tragedy was rising when Eyes returned to the heavenly devil's overlooking vision after that blink.

"Eh."

Eyes' overlooking vision pulls them away from this breaking group of horses and surrounds them with Mooseg soldiers -

Salman's appearance was visible.

Shortly afterwards, a scream came from the rear.

"Wait! Sal!" "Brother!!"

It was a twin scream.

So Eyes noticed.

The twins are on horses, but Salman is not on horses.

The twins, who should have ridden a single large body horse and intercepted their enemies in a surgical ceremony while holding onto Salman's back, are still on horses.

But Salman at heart is getting off the horse.

Probably got off on purpose.

If it were an unexpected horse drop, the twins would be falling together.

But the twins ride horses with few scratches, and the twins themselves have no scratches.

Perhaps that,

- Melea-kun and I are the same...!

I baited myself.

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"- I did it. I didn't even do the pattern."

Salman was surrounded by Mooseg soldiers.

Even though the purple particles filled with smoke from both fists are dressed (roughly) as if they were possible, Salman didn't think he could survive the situation by himself.

The spears of the Mooseg soldiers are swallowed thanks to what can barely be described as this haunting intimidation.

Even so, as far as he was concerned, it was rather strange to be able to hold back the Mooseg soldiers only with this intimidation.

"Uh... could that be it, - because you're after my 'Demon Fist'? Well, it's hard to deal with the powers of the type of demon king who's adhering to his body. Museg wants to collect my demon fists, but you don't know how to handle them."

I didn't know if the answer was right.

However, when I deliberately said that and showed it to him, it seemed like tension ran on the Mooseg soldiers again.

Maybe it's an out-of-the-box.

"Yes, I'll give you some advice. If you don't handle it well, the Demon Fist will lose its effectiveness."

Salman's life was no longer a wind torch.

Now, let the abstract hattering work that way, and I'll manage to buy some time.

At least, while the force is dropping in on me like this, 'the other side' should be easier to say the least.

- Even if I die, I'll scratch my feet till the end.

Such impatience was erupting from Salman's body.

"- If you want my demon fist, you bring a proper adapter."

Salman smiled sarcastically and shrugged his shoulders.

Then,

"Ha, don't be ineffective, it doesn't matter. It's better than letting them get away with it."

Along with those words, one dressed armored soldier emerges from among the Mooseg soldiers.

The creaking voice that echoed from within the black helmet contained the colour of a mockery like nowhere else.

But the black armored cavalry sticks the cutting tip of the spear toward Salman, showing a hand-worked appearance that does not show a single gap.

Even with the bruises, there seemed to be no insult (ah, etc.).

Salman sighs as he weighs the power of black armor from that series of tricks.

"Right. - When that happens, I knew you guys would look good with the word 'hunt'. They're still better off looking down in the Mitsukuba and saying," Please help me. "

"Even so, the Three Kingdoms ended up letting the Demon King die. - No change, if you let them die, they're all the same."

"No, honey. Just look at the results before it happens. Us demon kings make a big difference in the process. - It's a difference. I don't think you guys know what's going on over there."

Salman shrugged his shoulders to say goodness, but also realized that spinning words had gradually heightened his emotions.

Words go on so that they are pushed into such a blazing emotion.

"Whatever it is, don't think you can just split it between results and rationality."

"Ha, I don't know, in your chest, etc. - But I don't even need to know. Because this relationship will never overshadow it."

"Arrogant. Nothing's gonna change."

Anything I can change and show you - I really wanted to say.

But Salman couldn't say.

Maybe I am,

Because I'm going to die here.

Such thoughts had stopped me from pushing the head of the words.

"... Ha, this wouldn't have happened if it had been a long time ago. It got too weird and round.... right, then -"

Salman was, furthermore, floating in the back of his brain looking like one man.

My own words that I didn't spin, the wish - the figure of a man who might possibly make it happen.

- Do you wish on him till the end?...... haha, sorry, melea. Don't get more shoulder loads again.

But since it was my last selfishness, I wanted the world to leave the words behind.

Because I couldn't leave the word to change myself.

"It might not be too bad to ask our Lord to change that."

Salman ran out of words and looked up at the sky.

It's surrounded and I can't see how Merea is.

I can't see the Elmas, not to mention the twins.

Then at least I looked up into the sky so I wouldn't see the hateful Museg soldier.

And

"Come on, it's time to die. I could have kept His Highness Celias alive in time for this occasion, but apparently he's not going to come"

"Oh, my God, that's why I waited a little longer. They'll be here in a minute."

"Time's up, Demon King."

"Don't call me by that name. That's pretty much what 'you guys' call me.

That's how you can call me - only the same demon king...!! "

Salman raises his last fierce voice.

It was a roar ready to die.

Salman moves forward.

From now on, before countless spears...

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