Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Back off if you don't want to die"

That was an unusual sight.

One man walked slowly in front of an overwhelming army.

Behind the army is the way to go.

The man, called the Demon God, was just walking straight without changing his pace.

"Fang-style Thunder"

The demon god crushed the spirits.

Shortly afterwards, the wings of the wind, which stood like giant walls on his back, began to sound strange unexpectedly.

That was the sound of white thunder being able to play.

"In the Wings of the Wind," the sound of white thunder playing.

"I don't hesitate anymore."

The demon god - Merea had his red shining eyes pointed at the black army while performing a speedy surgical operation that was impossible for ordinary people in her head.

The technique of Merea's exchange was one of the "composite techniques" that Merea, who was open to the four gates and was tyrannizing, could handle.

As Merea said so herself, she is still not so good at being flexible about each English spiritual manipulation.

Earlier "Li Jian Shiyu" was also, so to speak, "the technique of force pushing".

I didn't do anything special. It's just - it's just been generated continuously.

But if it wasn't a decent place for a human being, it would probably have been an impossible artist for the Water God (Seurat-Euras) himself, who created the art ceremony.

This "Tooth Style Thunder" was also Merea's "original" in that sense.

Using the "Six Wings of the Wind God" as an extension of his body, he also put together a white thunder there.

Easy to say by mouth, it took a huge amount of surgical treatment to put white thunder together on its wings, which always flowed as wind.

But Merea's ability to expand to the limits only makes it possible at this time.

Originally capable of surpassing Flander-Crowe also in terms of surgical processing, surgical generation speed, Merea reached an area where no one could reach by tyrannizing.

We forced the English spirits to synthesize their "famous art."

And its destructive power...

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I ran out of spectacular words.

A bouncing wind of white thunder struck Mooseg's army.

It just blew a man with a twinge, or a conductive thunder ran one human body after another, flying to yet another, rippling through (cum) destruction.

A corner of the great black army swung in a flat, fan-shaped manner.

Furthermore Merea, shaking her head to the right and left to confirm the Mouseg cavalry that was out of range,

"Li Jianshi Shiyu"

Again he threw a multiple-generated razor blade into heaven with one fingertip towards them a little further away.

Screaming.

"No one's going through, and they're going to get me through to Celias."

It was not a word only one would unleash against the great army.

But the power to reflect it in reality came from Merea's body.

Merea had formed a 'front' by herself.

and one very brave Museg soldier stuck his sword in one hand under such a melea.

The front of Merea was flat empty with the blow of the current lightning wing, so there was space there.

Melea also pointed a flat gaze at him when she noticed that one brave soldier was coming out of the black elephant.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

Roar.

The voice of the beast that inspired her wore Merea's ears.

And when he got to the side of it without Melea's counter-attack, he shook up his sword and hung it up in his neck.

……

But his courage scattered him. It was a moment.

A black mass was hitting the body of a Museg soldier who tried to hang it from Merea at high speeds from the side.

It's a huge black mass - the "Three Tails of the Earth God" that has become huge by the time it's unusual.

The Museg soldier, struck by three tails, rolled the ground like a light rubber claw.

That beats him back, now another three tails ahead and blows him to Merea's feet.

That's how Merea grabbed the back Museg soldier's neck with her blue-black flaming hands and pulled it up into the universe.

On that face, there was just a little - a sad look.

"... I wonder who's the culprit"

A pompous and spilled word.

But shortly after that, the sad look had disappeared from Merea's face.

"I am not saying that we will eliminate all those who are hostile. But at least when your 'Lord' calls us Demon Kings and abuses them, and you agree with them and put up your swords, be prepared to eat the corresponding counterattack."

Plus Merea went on.

"And."

The colour of anger was slightly hidden in its face.

- I'm not as gentle as God of Art.

That's how Merea spun it, intimidating Mooseg's army, which was creeping closer to her surroundings.

A glimpse of the neighborhood led me home to the last soldier I was lifting again.

Already breathless soldier. The light in his eyes was dull.

Merea was staring straight at such a fine light of life.

I didn't look away.

- And,

"... resentment. I'll see you in the Heavenly Sea of Souls sometime. -" Death Flame of the Flaming God (Flam-Brand) "

The blue-blue flame that devoured his life let it bounce around his neck.

His neck didn't burn, it didn't burn, it didn't scratch.

In the next moment, his life had been lost from his eyes.

The flames of blue blue blue that dwelt in Merea's hands shook (only tempered) so violently, as if to suck his life and rejoice, and stretched out his body toward heaven.

For the Mooseg soldiers, the sight just seemed scarier than death.

I wondered if that blue-black colored flame would capture my soul and keep burning it forever without ascending to the "Heavenly Sea of Souls" - even such fantasies in my chest.

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Still, the Mooseg soldiers did not retreat.

They were good warriors and good 'museg soldiers'.

Run to Melea with your sword or spear in one hand.

By that time he had joined other demon kings and Lemuse soldiers from behind Merea to exchange his body of total strength again.

But the man who was looking at such a state of war from a higher position,

- It's burning stone and water.

One of them was spilling those words while riding on the back of a red dragon.

Celias-Blood-Mouseg was calmly analyzing this war situation.

"This is too... too much damage"

It doesn't fit the bill. In short, I ran out of those words.

And that's what I thought was the same with Mihai standing next door.

"The more power you put into battle, the more you will be shredded by that demon god. If you put in an infantry unit that will come later, it will probably be the same."

Mikhail said in a sober voice, but his eyes were stunned with color. He opens his eyes and looks under his eyes as if to see something incredible.

Mikhail looked at the current situation overlapping the situation where he was just feeding it to a hungry beast. To a greedy, never filled beast.

"Damn, I can still shoot a white light cannon somehow. If only we could do something about that demon god..."

Secondly, it was the chief of the surgical corps who raised his voice beside those two.

After giving Melea a blow from inside Caligula's mouth, he, along with his men, was still waiting on Caligula's back to cover his allies by releasing a surgical ceremony from a distance.

Such a sergeant groaned at the sight under his eyes and was finally beginning to knit a surgical ceremony in front of him just because he couldn't stand it.

The subordinate surgical soldiers seem to have felt the same way as the captain, and immediately follow the move. Their procedure unfolded quickly.

But tragedy strikes them like that.

Only Celias had noticed.

Merea's red eyes, furious as a natural disaster in the distance, pointed this way.

Even if I couldn't see the details, it was so intimidating that it was no longer conveyed with only the killing atmosphere and atmosphere.

I had a bad feeling.

"Stop -"

Celias tried to stop the warlords at the same time as he learned the hunch.

But - I didn't make it.

Where the warriors knitted a nine-way cut of the White Light Cannon's manoeuvre, set their aim and tried to release it even now.

There,

"Huh."

The black light came 'first'.

Ju, and.

There was a noise that should not be sounded from a person's body, and a black light cannon was flying through the faintness of Celias' face.

It wrapped the body of the captain and the surgical soldier who were next door, uprooting and pruning their lives.

――

Celias couldn't react.

Mikhail stood still again.

I saw Merea, who was behind her eyes, take her gaze off with a slightly grumpy trick to regret removing it.

Merea was shooting at it before the soldier captains' white light cannon ceremony was complete.

Until just now, the same time was good.

Merea, which can only activate an inversion procedure from where the white light cannon is 80% to 90% complete, has a limit to its preemptive probability no matter how good the surgical generation speed is. Unless we could knit the inversion formula earlier, again, but there really wasn't much we could do to get ahead like Flander in a place where simultaneous firing was a mountain of Kanno.

If it is normal time.

That alone was enough of a threat, but the rate of the tyrannized Merea goes further up.

The sight now proved it.

Celias couldn't see exactly where Merea knitted the surgical ceremony.

When I noticed it, a finished surgical formula had been produced in Merea's hands, and when I noticed it, black light was emitted from it. It was as if the sight had been replaced during the blink at such an unusual rate.

"- Stop it."

Celias raised her voice in silence.

"Don't shoot 'the ceremony'!

That was an order against other operative soldiers who were participating in the front under their eyes in separate actions from the Warlords.

In the moment Celias knew how foolish it was to shoot a surgical ceremony from here.

But it was also too late.

"Huh!"

At the edge of Celias' vision, a black light was running.

It proceeded in a straight line to the surgical soldier, who was about to unleash a surgical ceremony by building a high platform so as not to hit his allies, and pierced his body.

In addition, inverted surgical formulas for everything flew ahead without leakage, eroding their bodies, not only for collaborative surgical formulas, but also for those they were each trying to shoot at individually.

"How much are we dealing with?"

What the hell is going on in that demon god's head?

It is no exaggeration to say that there is no longer any temporal discrepancy at all. At the rate of reaction, the inversion technique flies.

"It's worse in nature than" The Art God "......!

Celias changed his perception. I dismissed my decision to determine that Merea's inversion formula was a 'confusing thing'.

Indeed, it is not the same as that of the "Surgical God (Flander-Crows)". The inversion ceremony of the surgical god was skillful.

But by no means is the inversion ceremony of the Demon God inferior. Responsiveness in versus multitude probably exceeds that of the god of art.

Like the god of surgery, you can't create gaps by multiple attacks that you can't handle on your own.

I have no idea how many things I can handle at the same time and where I'm going to start.

There's so much to know about the bottom.

"… must not be"

Seeing the sight now, Celias was in the mood for her values to be overturned from the roots.

"'Quality' outweighs' number ', etc...!

Look at the difference between these numbers.

This much difference in numbers is almost directly linked to the outcome if it is a normal war.

It can't be.

Impossible, it was supposed to be.

of the present war, trust in the absolute advantages of number.

That it is overshadowed by only one monster (Irregular), etc.

"It doesn't... it doesn't...!

As soon as Celias began to lose her values in the battle she knew, she felt like a part of her body had fallen apart as well.

Even if it's not all, I've asked for my place on the battlefield more than a normal human being.

There was less upset that the organization of a place called the battlefield that I knew would change.

And such an event to try to get Celias upset to the highest point was about to happen just minutes later.

Demon King and Demon King.

This is what happened because more than one Demon King is working together, and on the other hand - "The Demon Kings of the Past" encountered (and thus happened) the body of the Demon Kings of today as a medium.

The peculiar existence of Melea-Mere, which houses a hundred English spiritual factors, evokes another English spiritual factor that did not exist in its body.

The settlement of this battle was coming unwittingly.

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Soon Elma was stopping by Merea.

She cleverly took the Devil's Sword Krishula around and mutilated one Museg soldier after another.

Then, exquisitely positioned so as not to disturb Melea, she was the owner of an exceptional tactical eye, even from Melea's point of view.

- Three points.

Melea gauges time behind her head with a pale eye for such Elma's movements.

How much more rampant can you be?

The recoil that opened the 'Divine Gate' is easy to understand.

Self-destruct.

The body breaks from the inside out.

- No, you can go over it.

Believing in Hersim's predictions, he said sticking for a few more minutes would bring in reinforcements from the Three Kingdoms.

Merea thought it was okay to let the time of tyranny pass somewhat until the reinforcements of the Three Kingdoms actually arrived.

Merea has capability factors for self-regeneration systems, including the "Resurrection of the King of Life (Musel-Blue)".

By relying on it, some 'patience' also works for the self-destructive effects of excess.

You will experience unimaginable suffering because the shock of self-destruction and the pain itself will never go away.

Still,

- I don't mind.

Merea was going to do it.

and shortly after such determination, Elma came to the retreat next to Melea,

"You, you're gonna make it impossible."

Melea was honestly surprised.

I almost covered my face with my hands wondering if it would have been on my face.

But Elma,

"Somehow, I just felt that way. Really, somehow."

I said I looked a little upset.

- I'm afraid so.

Melea replied with a bitter smile.

Most Mooseg soldiers had disappeared from the nearby field and the remaining soldiers had just begun to hesitate to storm the obvious disadvantages.

They were not afraid of dying in battle, but the dog died.

"If it takes now, Elma's going to find out if you're lying. Even though it's usually pretty full of gaps."

"Ugh, shut up, don't be sarcastic in this situation"

Elma nodded her face just a little shy, but never took her gaze off the enemy.

"- There are a lot of them. Though a lot of war has been mowed up, Mooseg's" Faith "is serious. As long as Celias is behind it, they won't break. They all have those eyes."

"Naturally. Has this country been inclined to accumulate the power to fight for hundreds of years on end? That's how we got there. With a shard (piece) named Celias-Blood-Moozeg, the time has finally come for luxury. It's not that easy to break down."

So Elma stabbed the Devil's Sword into the ground, once in his hand.

In addition, he pulls out the other dagger he was putting on his hips and, by the way, trims the torn clothes.

"I was getting high that something for the trip would be bearable because it's also sturdy, but don't break it easily when you get out on the battlefield. Next time I'll have that gold victim pick up some good material."

"That's good, too. To do this, let's start here."

So again, when Merea tried to come forward, the pattern (or the pattern) of the Devil's Sword, stabbed by Elma on the ground, struck Melea's hand.

The demon sword that struck the back of Merea's hand gave the strange golden cut as usual, but the opposing Merea was harder to hear it.

To be precise, I felt uncomfortable with the feeling in my hand, and it hardened by accident.

"Hey -"

Merea grabbed the pattern of the Devil's Sword with her hand and pulled it out as she said no to Elma.

"Oh, hey, you're in danger. Even I still don't know the nature of the emperor."

That's what I said and put my hand on Merea's arm. Elma was just as stiffened in a few moments.

"What, is this..."

Elma was baffled.

"In my head... my voice..."

- The voice of the Devil's Sword.

It sounded clear to Melea.

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"Second Imperial Instrument," The Devil's Sword "Krishula - Startup"

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Shortly afterwards, Merea felt the 'magic' sucked away with a slight momentum from her body.

It was an unusual load, more than when a number of English spiritual procedures were used together.