Inferior ability user's return from the demonic realm

The radio is gone!?

Miho also looks around to complain close to Gwen's screams, but there are no radios connecting Yuto to the hotline.

"Sorry! I did put it down here...... it's hard to think of anyone taking it in the middle of this fight...... who the hell!

Gwen seeps remorse in his face when it's his mistake. Miho is stunned that the pack of radios is gone, but now he's in battle. Miho calmly instructs Gwen.

"No other radio, Mr. Gwen? Can you procure it?"

"Yes! I'm paying for the front line now, but there's got to be a spare one somewhere. Perhaps it's in the transport vehicle of the unit's equipment at the rear."

……

Miho looks at the clock. Now Miho and the others are on the north side, the avant-garde of the Matou escort that stretched north and south. So given the time to go get it at the rear and come home, a lot of time loss is inevitable. Miho held his fist and gave his face a look of impatience.

If Miho was the usual, he was in a hurry here and in a short-circuit act of force. But now Miho rebuilds himself. I widened my horizons even before unexpected events and turned my head to think about the next hand.

(No, don't rush! Marion judged herself for this operation and headed for an interception. What would Yuto do? If that guy... So what about me? My role is…)

"Mr. Gwen."

"Yes!"

"Tell Mr. Taintan to concentrate his troops near General Mattow. The enemy must have defeated most of them, except for the guy Marion went to intercept, so unless the new enemy summons, he'll be able to protect them enough with his troops."

"Yes!

"And do you have a flare?

"Oh, then it should be loaded on that truck over there!

"Bring me as much as you have."

"Okay!

Gwen immediately goes to the truck, holds three cloves of signal bullets, and when he brings them to Miho, he is surprised to see Miho behind him. It was glowing like a blur around Miho's body. And it slowly swells like its glossy black hair is floating fluffy even though there is no wind. Gwen couldn't tell that thousands of spirits were being gathered around Miho and were being mastered by Miho.

Miho turns to the mountain forest on the north side of the unit, where Yuto would come, and talks to Gwen, who brought a signal bullet, without even looking back.

"Did you bring it, Mr. Gwen?

"Yes!"

"Then shoot me to keep standing over my front. If you're a blessed man, you'll notice this and come to this place where I am in the shortest possible time."

"Wow, I get it! Mr. Siteng, please block your ears! But what about Mr. Siteng?

"Never mind me. Shoot me! I will start preparing to attack the enemy capable so that Yuto can come whenever he wants!

Hearing Miho's temperamental caged lines, Gwen nods to be overwhelmed. Then, when you put the signal bullet over the front and try to protect your own ears, you cage your power in the trigger.

At that time, a tremendous impact ran across the battlefield. Of course, it's not Gwen's signal bullet. The impact sound came from the direction of the eastern side of the unit towards Marion.

Gwen unexpectedly turns to the east side.

"Oh, that one! Si, Mr. Siteng! That direction is the direction Mr. Shrian headed!

Miho yells at Gwen, who can be a wolf.

"Marion is fine! Mr. Gwen, get the flare!

"Yes!

Strongly told by Miho, Gwen became sane and immediately shot over the front of Miho to continue standing three signal bullets. When Gwen turned to Miho after the shot, Miho nodded. Miho exasperated by scolding the wolf Gwen. I thought this would work now.

"Thank you. Well, then, Mr. Gwen immediately tells Mr. Taintan to concentrate his troops at General Mattow's!

"Okay! Mr. Siteng...... be careful!

Gwen followed Miho's instructions and ran to a unit with Taintan.

And the remaining Miho was also imprisoned by a strange sensation.

(I've been scolded in the middle of a battle with rookie exam vampires like this before... Yeah, it did happen... That's what saved us... we...)

In an abandoned village a few kilometres from Mattow's troops, Neesbeck laughs niggardly at the heart of the magic formation.

"Kukuk, that's it. The weak abilities of the institutions…. Go! Garm, the guard dog of hell! Eat 'em off! Mattow, you guys! Ha-ha-ha!"

From Neesbeck's mouth, laughing as he touched, his tongue, with its tip broken in two like a snake, licked Neesbeck's neck muscles seeping through the pussy and blood, Neesbeck put his magic into the magic formation with a sweet look.

It was the superior Warcraft Garm that Neesbeck summoned. His body length reached a dozen meters, his eyes glowing red like blood on a wolf-like giant. He has no eyes. He had produced hundreds of sharp fangs like a great sword out of his mouth, and four hook claws, the size of a military motorcycle, were sticking out of each of the four legs that supported his gigantic body.

In summoning Garm, Neesbeck had halved as little as possible the hundreds of demons he had summoned without his enemies noticing. Summoning superior warcraft like Garm is a huge burden on even Neesbeck. This Garm is a warcraft that could destroy the Summoner himself.

But the truth is, not even this garm has been summoned in a 100% state. The original garm and others are too powerful to summon to the world, it takes power beyond the knowledge of the people. In the first place, it's not a warcraft that people can handle. Even if it's not in 100% condition.

But Neesbeck allows only a few hours to summon one end of that Garm's power in exchange for massive magic and sacrifice.

Neesbeck is about to be killed by Garm when he contracts with Garm. That's when Neesbeck was told by Garm. If you want to help yourself, you should sacrifice your little magic as well as your little magic every time you summon. I told Niesbeck's brain directly that I would do something special to you with the blood that would lead to the evil gods.

And Neesbeck nodded to Garm's offer many times as he crawled incontinently with his dying body.

What is that sacrifice... the human heart. And the more that heart can manifest, the more powerful it can be.

Now before Neesbeck there was this abandoned village of...... no, the hearts of many of the inhabitants of the villages made abandoned were rolling......

Convinced of the victory, Neesbeck first turned his garm to Mattow's soldiers, who had followed him deeply. Through Garm's eyes, he checks and kicks Mattow's miscellaneous soldiers, desperately shooting guns.

Garm reacts sensitively to people's fears. The soldiers had lost their normal judgment, being thrust into fear just before the outburst, just to see Garm. Garm delightfully devours the fear of his soldiers, and tramples them after cleaving their bodies with claws from uniform to uniform.

"Ha-ha-ha! It's coming through! Garm's delight! There's plenty to satisfy your hunger!

Mattow's troops were kicked in the garm like leaves of a tree, and his collaboration as an organization was no longer lost. Some have fled without guessing, and some have slammed firearms into the garm like crazy.

When Garm opens his giant jaw, which also seems to be the gateway to that hell, and sucks his breath into the storm all the time, he takes his body so that the fleeing soldiers are swallowed up in Garm's mouth against his will.

No longer had a hell spread there that turned into a crucible of an annoying cry and could not be called a battlefield.

And when Garm stops inhaling, the bodies of the soldiers who had managed to cling to the trees fall to the ground. And Mattow's soldiers saw. A dim mass of darkness spreads from the jaw of Garm, which opens about 180 degrees in its vertical direction.

The darkness of the border with the world is about to be thrown out of Garm's jaw. The inflexible soldiers of the elite troops entrusted with the direct escort of Mattow, who saw it, laugh dry with fear, in tears.

Now the soldiers were watching in the form of something called despair. And when Garm tried to spit out a mass of darkness named that despair...

A dazzling light descends in front of Garm's eyes. And the light spread left and right, surrounding the giant of the Garm like a curtain.

"Mm! What!?

Neesbeck felt a dense and clear sense of spiritual power, unlike Mizgard on the magic formation.

"I don't mind! Do it, Garm!

Garm spat a huge mass of darkness out of his mouth. Its dark direction hits the curtain of light that spreads in front of it, blocking it. That roar of darkness eliminated the place of destination and diffused in the curtains of light surrounding the garm, amplifying and causing a great explosion.

Mattow's soldiers sheltered their eyes from the dazzling light and had no idea what the hell had happened with the hearing, which had temporarily become useless due to the ground shake and awesome explosions that could not stand.

The impact sound echoes the surrounding mountains and tells the story of the awesomeness of the explosion.

The soldiers blow their fears away at the sudden change of circumstances in front of them, and they manage to use their functioning vision and begin to see what the situation is.

Then, in front of the soldiers stood a blonde girl in an emerald green coat who could feel sanctity just watching. Not the usual pure white coat, but the soldiers quickly understand who that blonde girl is.

"Shh... Dear Shrian..."

Marion backs a worn out garm from jaw to body in an earlier explosion and looks back at Mattow's soldiers.

"Gentlemen! Leave this to me and retreat to General Mattow as soon as possible! Hurry!"

"Ooh... ooh! Master Shrian!! Oh, thank God!

The soldiers arouse tired bodies physically and mentally, standing up and cheering.

"Hurry up! The main unit is over there! Hold this place down, it's our victory! Gentlemen, follow the operation!

"Wow, I get it! General, we're going back to the main unit! Hurry!"

The soldiers return to Marion's tense voice and begin to move. And the soldiers saluted Marion as they moved.

"Dear Shrian... Please be safe..."

"It's okay. I'll take care of this crocodile."

That's what I say and laugh at, Marion. The soldiers laughed bitterly at Marion, who said he was a wolf with this dozen metres of giant, but regained complete sanity.

"See you later!

The platoon leader, who was leading the men who said so, headed to the main unit and ran out. Marion stares behind it. Marion dared to call this demon wolf a crook and took care to take away the fear of the soldiers. I thought that was what we needed here.

(Before... yes, that was during the rookie exam... I had someone pay attention to me in that fight too. So now you're floating around to imitate that. At that time...... I...)

Marion now suddenly shook off her boiling itch and turned her body to Garm. Garm's injured body can be seen recovering at a rapid pace.

When Marion got his hands on the emerald green coat, he took out the dagger of the cross, which was placed on a sheath scattered with emeralds and macarites.

"Come on, Raphael's coat...... I'm coming! To protect me and my people!

"My exorcist little girl. Huh!!

Neesbeck trembles in anger and throws up a mixed spit of pep and blood, Neesbeck's back teeth roll corny.

The breathless Neesbeck opened the box as he attracted the suspiciously embroidered large box he had in front of the magic formation. And when you stick your right hand full of moles unwrought into that box, you take out a chunk of wet meat with red liquid.

"I won't forgive you! Little girl! You don't kill anytime soon...... you're miserable, tearing up five bodies, eating one of your buddies in front of you, and then letting your brain gradually suck on the demon worm!

Neesbeck squeezed a chunk of hiccups with his shallow black right hand as he lifted that blood-dropping heart to the height of his eyes. Its flesh pieces and blood scatter vigorously across Neesbeck's face. And when that splashed piece of flesh and blood touched Neesbeck's magic formation, the magic formation dubiously emitted light.

"It's Garm! Go! I'll show you hell while you're alive!

Having said that, Neesbeck removed the flesh pieces on his face with a long tongue with a cracked tip......