Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"- Ten minutes (...). Only for ten minutes, I'll give him an indication. Plus, if the front's in jeopardy, I'll be there for you for ten minutes."

"Are you insane? How many people do you think they have?"

Regardless of the fact that he had a hand against Serious, Harsim asked back unexpectedly in the second half of the story.

"It's sane. But I've told you many times, enough is enough. And after that, I'll be useless."

Melea answers pale.

Marisa, who was watching Merea still slightly away at that time, had her shoulders stretched (frightened), but no one noticed that.

"So if you don't think you can do this any more, just give me a signal."

Melea threw those words as she pointed her sharp gaze at Harsim.

against Harsim roared only a few times,

"- Okay. I'll let you know then."

I nodded with a strange face.

"Okay. Well, you're about to come"

Merea finally sees the other side around it.

"Oh, there's a wave of killing"

Ahead Harsim watched to imitate it. The Mooseg cavalry is stupid.

Then, shortly after,

"Your Majesty! The Mooseg has moved!

A voice was raised by the cavalry of Lemuse, who was forming the wall.

Merea and Harsim's certainty was simultaneous, as well as moving into each one.

"Are you here? - Don't forget what I said beforehand! Low numbers are never all at a disadvantage! Don't listen to my instructions! I'll show you the way every time!

Harsim shook his hand horizontally and sent a powerful inspirational voice to the Remusse soldiers.

In the meantime, Merea pulls people together and moves to the central front.

Vision to open.

A small breath leaked unexpectedly in front of the great opening of the war.

"If you're in the sea of heaven, please keep an eye on me"

Merea looks up at the sky only once and twinkles so with just a small voice.

And...

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That day, there was a war in that place.

It would have been a shameful opening if I had started.

The emotions that preceded the battle were blown away in an instant, and the rough air blew down his cheeks.

And then it was like letting the storm flow take care of itself already.

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The first move taken by the Mooseg Cavalry Army was a routine measure on the multiplayer side - a roundabout for the demise of the semi-sixing.

Whether you are an individual or a group, the advantage of taking sides is unwavering.

Differences in the number of people gradually revealed by confrontation.

The appearance of the Mooseg army, which spread to the left and right but did not diminish its density, was just about exhausted in a sweeping word.

That's right, Harsim, who had not blinked and observed the movement of the Mooseg army, notices a strange point.

- There's more of them.

It was well hidden. However, there was a change that was actually exposed by the movement.

Mooseg's cavalry is growing.

"Were you calling for allies who were sieging you elsewhere?"

The Mooseg Army found out why they used their time once and for all to form operations and command.

He hid the arrival of reinforcements from the rear by building walls.

"No, I knew from the edge (ha) that I would lose by number. Not as good as I expected yet. Don't move."

Harsim saw his men lined up on his left and right, saying that all the time.

Harsim had been reading that the Mooseg army was coming to fetch a half siege.

Therefore, we divided our men beforehand into two teams, left and right,

"Go! Never let them pull you out!!"

I was going to bump into the Mooseg army's advance soldiers, who would barge in if I didn't let them siege me.

Take most of your power for resistance to siege.

I knew it was fatal to be flanked, Harsim.

But the more we crack this battle power on our left and right predecessors, the weaker the central defense the originally unfavourable Lemuse will be on top of the number.

Whenever the Remusse cavalry rushed to the white armor reflecting the sunlight, the main part of the hersim became thin.

"Don't worry! Focus on the left and right!

Still, Harsim skipped the instructions.

My men keep scattering left and right.

And

- Are you here?

Harsim saw the Mooseg army trying to hold the horse's legs back toward the thinner center. That one still leaves room in the center, using a significant number of cavalry for the roundabout for the siege.

Seeing it this way, the difference in the number of cavalry in the center seemed, in other words, the absolute difference in power now.

Nothing blocks sight between the two armies. Nice view.

You will have already found out that you are a commander.

Harsim did not doubt that Mooseg's central cavalry was a separate squad aimed at his neck.

Taking the Commander's neck is also a constant means in battle.

But Harsim didn't mind.

In the center,

"I asked for it."

There was a 'buddy' who put his hands together.

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Merea stood in the prestige before Harsim. It is the central front line.

Turning his shoulders and relaxing all parts of his body, he is finally returning a sharp gaze at the Mooseg army with the spear blade tip pointed this way.

"- Apparently, even with a surgical soldier, he's not as elite as he was in that spiritual mountain."

"You mean cavalry for real only? Well, let's set up a search line, so it's reasonable for the candidates to do so."

"It helps that that big shell of light isn't flying. I have to look at that level of surgery and then knit the inversion formula. Even if I'm confident in time, my guts just get cold."

Next to Melea was Elma. Unlike Melea, it's all over the horse.

Behind Elma was also the figure of Eyes, but she seemed to be striving to keep the conversation between them still.

"Nevertheless, as a tenant who has recruited this situation, I can't help but feel the burden of leaving the Heavy War Department to Merea and the others..."

Elma had a depressed colour on her beauty and had a zero (spill) as she bowed down.

Merea looks up to Elma like that from the bottom with a gentle grin.

There was a strange reliance on the grin, which had no fine dust, but rather a gentle but somewhere core.

"Elma is told Hersim a lot of difficult things in Elma, so it's not a concern."

To Merea's words, the demon kings who were behind it also nodded.

After their reaction, Elma finally gives her face up.

"... ok. - Hey, you're feeling weird again. This is a battlefield, we have to switch."

She slaps herself properly on the cheek with both hands and then puts a stern look on that face.

There are no more depressed Rei figures there.

"I'm me, let's reward Mooseg with one arrow. If I succeed, it might make the front easier."

"Yes, yes. So... I'll take care of it."

"Oh."

In response to Merea's strong response, Elma went backwards.

Seemed to wait for 'then' next to Harsim.

"-So."

After dropping her off like that for just a few moments, Merea finally looks forward.

Apparently, Mooseg has finished forming a cavalry to pierce the central headquarters.

Merea looked at it, exhaling loudly and at the same time clapping.

"Six Wings of the Fengjin (Van-Ester)"

Six wings of the wind form on its back as it winds up the soil of the wilderness.

Formed in Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, the six wings were shining white with the snow makeup of Spiritual Mountain, but in this wilderness they were winding up the rough soil and lighting themselves in red. Its red wings make it feel rough compared to the six wings in the spiritual mountains.

there. In addition,

"Three Tails of the Earth God (Clear-Lilith)"

Slightly beneath his lower back, around his coccyx, his tail grew in an instant when he was a giant serpent.

To be precise, it did not grow directly from Merea's body, but seemed to be a black-black giant pillar that lagged in the air, but the samurai waving near Merea's coccyx at the fulcrum was more like a creature in itself.

It is so big that it is five times the length of Merea that it emits unusually thick, tough, obsidian shimmering black light.

Seeing in an instant the three black tails of Merea formed before their own eyes, the demon kings, who had refrained from doing so more than anything else, shrugged themselves.

While they knew it was due to Merea's operative ritual, they were intuitive that it was instantly 'something you shouldn't touch'.

Naturally, on the other side, Mouseg's cavalry was also stuck in the face, especially by those who were at the head of it.

However,

- Not yet.

Melea spins words of dissatisfaction in her heart.

Mooseg's cavalry did see Merea's different maneuvers to slow down the speed of the advance, but it still doesn't stop completely. When the face of the leading cavalry was stuck, a voice of inspiration came from the cavalry immediately following it, forcing its feet forward.

- More.

Merea can magic those maneuvers further as she mounts Mooseg's cavalry in her sight.

Six wings rolled up red tea soil to make it even more gigantic. It was as if it were the wings of the Tenryu (Tacea), far more gigantic than the body, and let those who saw the feeling of overwhelm that, if expanded, would envelop everything in their sight.

Three tails further attached a strange black ore to its body, which became more and more enlarged. It was no longer merely a serpent lacking, like a black monster.

One of those blacktails accidentally turns into the front of Merea and beats the ground to pieces, causing that part to sink.

The other two were making themselves stand all over the heavens, showing fluttering and graceful shifts.

That's how the sight of being fluttered over the sky seemed worse than the nightmares, while being shown so powerful that the ground would fall after just a little rampage.

A body that blurs wings and tails like that. Compared to the two immensities, it's a small human form.

But those red eyes were flickering through the gaps in white hair, and the closer they got, the more they rocked the heart of the Mooseg cavalry.

It was like a monster.

I didn't look like the same person.

It looked like an incarnation of power.

That's - "Demon God".

As if to see through their hearts like that, Merea's gaze was only directed at the cavalry. At first Merea was observing the cavalry's complexion, but then its gaze moves down. - A horse.

Merea watched as several of the horses the cavalry rides shook their heads left and right in strange motion.

Immediately afterwards, make sure the horse is reluctant to move forward, until his leg is loose.

- One more step.

Seeing the sight, Merea clapped another round of applause all the while.

"White Thunder of Thunder God (Celester-Barca)"

Three packs.

At this point, Merea was convinced that the other side would not shoot the surgery.

If you're this close and you still don't show that movement, there's no attack technique over there.

In the moment of such certainty, Merea had the surgical area she had left behind for the inversion ceremony, for the English Spirit's surgical ceremony.

Thunder fell.

An explosion runs through the air and the sky glows.

The lightning that instantly appeared in space fell on Merea's body.

Mooseg's cavalry watched as he opened his mouth.

The monster brings the white thunder together.

The sight was so unusual that both humans and horses mowed the will to fight.

The head of the cavalry stops his leg.

He tilted his center of gravity backwards with the body of force no longer to resist the backlash of his companions following from behind.

Their fears continue to spread backwards.

The monster waited for it.

The moment they gave in to intimidation,

Finally, Merea let herself play forward from herself.

A monster with six wings, three tails, and a white thunder peeled off his fangs.

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It was overwhelming.

There are also reasons why the Mooseg army has divided its forces into sieges on the left and right.

But still, the remaining cavalry, which has set up a central breakthrough, is also plentiful enough in terms of numbers.

Yet it was - the body of the Mooseg cavalry - that was now dancing in the central sky.

――!!

screaming and blowing noises of people. Then it sounds like the crushing sound of armor.

A black twirl like a serpent was blowing a man's body in a whirlpool.

――!!

A translucent typhoon in red was blowing the horse with only one wingspan.

――!!

White thunder was pulling through the people and causing a blood splash (chisel) in the aisle.

The monster adapted to the battlefield was undoubtedly the strongest in its battlefield.

Rather, even my companions feared the way it looked.

That's a monster from a completely different place than the world we live in.

"Ku, don't come!!"

And, at one point, a loud shout echoed on the battlefield. - It belonged to the Mooseg Cavalry.

Shortly afterwards, right in front of the cavalry who shouted that way,

The white-haired monster comes instantly.

A monster who even left the sound behind while keeping a white thunder (no matter what) in his body with the bursting sound.

The cavalry who screamed saw the monster's face in front of his eyes and nose, while at the same time he felt a storm blowing down his face. The muscles in the body were reflexively tense (frightened) to the wind.

In addition, when the sound of the ground bursting right next door and I accidentally pointed a blink of sight at you, I saw a giant object twirling in obsidian colour at the edge of my sight.

At that point he was almost out of his will to fight, etc. Whatever happened, it didn't seem like an enemy.

"Eh."

However, the exercise that was stained with the body was an out-of-the-box discipline (a chisel), and the body moved more on its own just for the last lift, swinging the spear that had been held in one hand. His body was a warrior.

――

But he couldn't have fought it with just a warrior.

The spear was a single shot of a hand knife wielded by a monster, and it had been severed from the pattern.

What the hell is that hand made of?

The moment the cavalry thought so,

"Ca-"

Now a black twist was hitting the left side of his body.

There was a strange noise coming out of my lungs.

The cavalry's consciousness broke off there.

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Melea was trying to undo that chill with intense forward-thinking as she felt sick about the feeling of her hands taking people's lives.

There is no longer any relief.

I have no hesitation.

Still - the weight of a person's life remained in his hands.

The scent of death crept to the tip of my nose and I couldn't leave.

The scream lingered in my ear.

Merea roared on the central battlefield as she took all of that.

I just thought we'd move on.

It's not a positional issue.

I was trying to move on when it came to living.

I just kept going against my raw and my buddy's raw.

Something that shields its raw radiance.

I tried everything with my own hands.