Isekai Taneuma

A roaring roar roars the earth on the battlefield. Just hearing that voice, man trembled and his legs were slow and unable to move. Even though we were supposed to have just broken up with each other and killed each other, everyone forgot about that and just stared at the huge, green anomaly that appeared from the south forest.

The orc's army jumped out of the woods and rushed innocently towards the people who were waiting there, as if they were the children who found dessert. A pathetic person who didn't know what was going on died without knowing what was going on.

A crowd of oaks jumped out of the woods one after the other, like a crowd overflowing from a full train. Would it be correct to say that it would come out rather than pop it out? It spreads in a semicircle as it flickers between the trees of the knocked down forest and jumps out into the plain momentum so that it can bounce.

Dodododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododo What is happening now is obviously unusual, but we still can't get rid of each other's idea that this is their trap. It goes without saying that the delay in judgment added to the casualties. Soon, as the orcs arrived in the army of humans, a hell of a scream was spreading.

The screams of the people caught by the orc fly around, and the anger echoes. The orc broke the pokipoki and spine, sliced the skin and pulled out the limbs, as if it had caught a human or even broken a fine flower by hand. What died in an instant is still good, and the cries of those who are still alive and pulled out of their guts roar.

The soldiers who saw the intense murder were frozen and finally knew the weight of the matter. When they realized that this was no longer a war, they fled to fight with us first.

The battlefield became messy with the squeezing soldiers, and dominoes fell everywhere. Oak's arrogant arms were mercilessly waved down by the people who fled late, and they quickly swarmed people like prey birds.

Brave things stopped and tried to counterattack with the weapons they had, but after all, the weapons to kill humans didn't stand a tooth and ruthlessly scattered their lives.

Waltstein, who had witnessed it in the rear, finally regained himself and sent a message to the chaotic front. That said, I can only tell you to run now. He looks blue at the messenger officers.

"Message!! Tell the front line! I don't care about the Imperial Army anymore! Get away from the orc and tell him to run!!

When the wild voices that often passed on the battlefield of Waltstein echoed, the messengers also retrieved themselves happily, repeated to tighten their minds, and then ran towards the front line.

Waltstein told me to run for the time being, but he was worried about how to roll it back after he ran away... and staff officer Terry, who was looking at it sideways, said somehow with a puzzling expression.

"General Waltstein... may I ask you a question? Is that... that demon tribe an orc?

"What!? At a time like this! Don't you see?

Waltstein, who wields all his brain resources for the next operation, was irritated by Terry's trivial questions and shouted loudly. But Terry, who was accustomed to the commander's tantrums, was not timid.

"Look, I don't know, so I asked! Certainly, I am not familiar with demons and other types of monsters. But Oak is a legendary creature that does live only in Neuroi, right? Has the commander ever seen anything like that? How can you say that's an orc!?

That's what Waltstein noticed.

Terry's right. He was the first to see such a monster, but I could almost assure him that it was an orc because I exchanged information with Feng and Isaac in advance.

According to Feng, the orcs are now reproducing in the big forest. Originally, the Beast was supposed to stop it, but Pizarro's interference delayed the response and allowed the Devil to invade. Looks like he's headed for the woods for the exposé....

"That bastard...."

Waltstein glanced at the Imperial Army's main battalion as he gripped his teeth. Oak breeding was caused by Pizarro. That's for sure. But I didn't think he did it half funny. Pizarro scratched the beast society, probably because Lord Orpheus Caligula, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army, ordered him to.

I don't know why Caligula did that... but I remember the last time I saw him. There are signs of the Devil's Resurrection. Humanity must be one. If that's why the Empire is crushed, you can crush it....

"... is this what he thinks it is? But why...!?

Terry is staring at the confused Waltstein. He is waiting for the right order.

What do we do...? If it was Caligula who caused this, would he still miss it? Will you hunt down the brave army with the orc? Or is it even his aim to sacrifice the Imperial Army.....

Waltstein was distressed... and suddenly there was a cheer from the front, blowing away his mistakes.

It is inexplicable that cheers will rise in such a state of total extinction. When I saw the voice in a hurry, it was as if I were protecting the humans, the Imperial saints who came forward and fought the orcs.

It may be natural for them to defend an Imperial soldier, a friendly army. But it turns out that the priests were confronted by Orcs who were not allied to the enemy and were approaching to protect the weak.

It might simply have been that the prized priests hated showing their backs to the demons. However, it seemed more reasonable to assume that the Imperial Army had such an order.

The soldiers of the Brave Army who were saved by the Imperial Sacred Soldiers cheered. When I heard the joyful voice, I became more and more confused.

Is Caligula summoning Orcs to protect them? But for what? The Empire Match Pump? I don't know... Waltstein didn't know.

But even if Caligula didn't know what she was thinking, there was only one thing anyone could know. Whether the Empire is on its side or not, the Demons are still enemies of humanity.

"Send the message! Tell the front again! Whatever you can spare, go back to the priests! Keep shooting all kinds of bullets! Don't think it's pointless, even a bean cannon hurts. Don't let the orcs feel good!!

On Waltstein's orders, the Command Officers, who had just returned, rushed out again. He dropped off his back, left Terry with a message to the Scarsahs, and he ran to the rear supply line to collect all the bullets he could find.

When the priest fought the orc, the front line calmed down.

Originally, human beings were overwhelmingly at the top of our power gap. Although the orcs were a great army, they were not ruled, and they were a crowd of Ukrainians who appeared sporadically from the forest. Once used to it, it was no different from hunting beasts.

While the humans were protected by the gods, they stopped the oak from advancing with a crossfire. Regardless of the Empire or the brave army, a mysterious sense of exaltation emerged when they kept each other's backs to accommodate the lack of ammunition. Humanity pushed back the demons with a collaboration that seemed inconceivable that they had broken up with each other a long time ago.

The trend became more pronounced when Skarsaha, the elite of the brave army, met late. With the Battle Song of Scarsaha, the adventurers, who gained comparable strength to the gods, fought each other with orcs while being human, and her contemporary magic reinforced even more powerful gods.

With more power than usual, the priests transform into a thousand soldiers. The Adventurer's sword, which was subjected to the ancient spell of such a priest, sliced the hard skin of the oak with ease. Until then, the Imperial Allies, the heroes who had been pushed unilaterally, began to push back the orcs and finally drove the demons back into the forest.

However, a flock of orcs spreading in a semi-circular shape trying to leave the forest without any thought were pinned down from left to right by a semi-enclosed formation of humans and fell down one after the other. At last, I saw an orc that fell in front of a soldier's bullet, not a priest or an adventurer, and I thought everyone could win...

Disasters, however, always appear at times like these.

It was precisely then that mankind regained its sanity from the first confusion and began to push back the demons.

Zushin... Zushin... Zushin... and something approached from the back of the forest. It wasn't a horrible noise from the crowd, it was a footstep with slow and incredibly strong vibrations, like someone was standing alone.

Zushin... Zushin... every time the ground shakes, a bad feeling freezes people's spine. Until then, the orcs that thought only of preying on the human being in front of them began to burst into chaos as if they were afraid every time the sound approached.

When I was about to jump into suppressing an orc that was so dying... humans saw it.

A huge shadow, dyed bright red by the sunset, gushed out from the trees in the forest.

It was a huge face with an intense halitosis and well-moving eyes.

Green skin, narrow forehead. It feels like the nose is flat and there are only two holes in it, and there are four canine teeth sticking out of the mouth that emits a foul odor, and the bottom two are longer than the top two. At first glance, the orc in front of me... could only be thought of as a giant orc.

But that couldn't have happened. Although the trees of the outer edge forest were low, they were still ten meters or fifteen meters. Looking down at those trees from above, his face approached with a loud noise.

If that were true, it would be bigger than a bad building. Such a giant creature cannot exist in this world. This is not in the sea, but on the ground.

And yet it did stand there with two feet. The green giant, who was likely to be nearly 20 meters long, emerged from the woods with a firm step in his mind.

It was like a huge chunk of fat meat, unbearable to the weight of its own flesh, with skin hanging down everywhere. Both legs were short, but twice the length of a person's back, and the opposite arm was long, standing upright and almost touching the ground.

Does the giant, which looks like an oak, deserve to be called the Oak King?

Before that strange giant, mankind was completely paranoid.

Why is this thing here? Are we dreaming? I want you to wake up as soon as you dream. Because this nightmare, it's not very good, but I can't be sane!

Then, suddenly, someone screamed and blew away. Whatever happened, the soldiers who were poked at the falsehood returned to me. Everyone looked up at the giant and forgot the orc was approaching in front of them. I tried to respond in a hurry, but the shock was too weak, and many soldiers were sacrificed. One after the other, the soldiers are raised to the Blood Festival.

Immediately the priests and adventurers rushed to the rescue of the soldiers. So the collapsed front temporarily regained its hold, but it was just a relief.

A priest kicked the orc that killed the soldiers and let his anger drive him straight into the orc king.

Anyway, I don't think such a giant can move properly. Agile, he thought there was a chance of winning any enemy attack and sneaking into his pocket. But it was too sweet an idea.

The next moment, his body, which jumped in to pierce the oak king's sky with a sword, suddenly popped like a water balloon. His body, which was no longer even a prototype and had become a soup of blood, poured down like a shower. At the same time, a storm like a shock wave whirled around, knocking down all those who stood, regardless of people or orcs.

Against its appearance, the Oak King eliminated the priests who jumped at incredible speeds. I wonder if it's made of steel. I shattered each one with a single blow, but I didn't get a single cut on my fist.

Even though the priests are super healed, if you've had your whole body crushed in such a flash, it can't work. The next moment, the screams arose from the priests who had witnessed the death of their merciless companions... and the people who had relied on them also panicked and screamed pitifully. A big man is crying, begging for his life, pulling his hips out and draining his stools. There was no sign of an army that had fought against the orcs until now.

After such an Imperial panic, Scarsaha decided not to have it here anymore and ordered the adventurers to retreat. The brave army's elite troops begin to retreat to the other side of the river as they look behind the deserting soldiers. Following his back, the brave army fled late, and the orcs that followed him continued.

Meanwhile, on the far side of the Empire, Lord Orpheus Caligula, the Commander-in-Chief, was looking straight at the huge oak king emerging from the woods. The joke-like giant looked ridiculous as a deceptive picture from a distance. But the carnage at his feet wasn't a joke.

I sighed from the Imperial headquarters. How many gods have been sacrificed since the beginning of this Hermes War? At first to the brave, and now to the demons... where did this war profit? However, the Imperial Army staff were depressed as a result of just reducing their allies to a few (pranks). If it hadn't been for that giant, we might still have managed....

I wonder what that giant demon tribe is. Where did it come from? If it's an orc, is it going to get that big if I leave it alone? If so, is it true that such a giant is wandering around in southern Neuroi?

No, there can't be many of them. If so, it would be strange to have flattened the forest as it was 300 years ago and already destroyed mankind. Yes, like 300 years ago... the worst words were in the staff officers' minds...

Demon King... is that what you call a demon king?

"We can't do this anymore. We have to retreat."

Caligula nodded slowly as she watched the escaping saints from a distance, and heard the staff officer speak with anxiety. Looking at it as a positive sign, my men scatter it like spider children scattered first.

Caligula stood still and caught the Oak King in front of her as she heard his men running away. When he had a gray-haired man whose back was bent and couldn't stand until he was grasped by a staff, it seemed as if the old man who had given up was about to die.

One of the staff officers who was trying to escape noticed him approaching.

"Sir Orpheus, this is dangerous. Let's get out of here."

But Caligula shook her head without looking back.

"No, I'll stay here. You go quickly."

"What are you talking about! That will be here soon. No way, is the Lord going to die!?

"Die...?

The moment I heard the words, the body of the calligraphy, who had not spoken before, trembled. The staff saw it and thought Sir Orpheus was trembling with fear of death. But contrary to that expectation, Caligula suddenly made a funny laugh.

"Hahahaha! If I'm going to die, I'm going to give you as much life as I want. No, I'm going to stop it. It's my fault that I summoned them...."

"Sir Orpheus....? What did you say....."

"Now, you run away. If you stay here, there's no guarantee of your life."

Caligula wipes her tears as she laughs. As he took a deep breath, he glanced at the staff officer who was still standing around him. Apparently, the chief of staff was no longer willing to flee here unless Caligula escaped.

He thought he wouldn't stand to let such a good man die, but he gave up saying and not listening anymore.

"... I see. Then watch it till the end. The battle between these two giant monsters begins...!