Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

A battlefield where demons and people have fallen apart.

There's no formation, no nothing, brawl.

The operation makes no sense at all, and we can only both sides by defeating the enemy in front of us.

I cannot command on the battlefield. [M]

Because I have no experience in leading people to fight, either in my previous life or in this world.

Since I was entrusted with the Eighth Army, I have had a little experience with it, but I can fly instructions much more accurately than I do with my former Tabernacle.

To be clear, I'm not for commanders.

You better fight on the front line competently.

However, given the purpose of this war, there is not much that I can do alone.

That's all I can do to people if I go wild, but on the contrary, the Demons do less.

That would be a bad idea because we must strike equally at both the people and the demons.

So there's no way I'm gonna break out on the front line.

But that's not why I'm taking command in the rear.

I can't.

When the soldiers of the Eighth Army find out what they can't do, I get licked.

Eighth Army personnel are a gathering group when they smash.

It was the Eighth Army that dismantled and reorganized its private army, the lords of the devil who worked wrongfully.

With that background, the morale of soldiers in the Eighth Army is low.

Some of them are insurgent enough.

I can only obey it as best I can.

So if they lick you at all, it's over.

At that moment, deserters will follow.

Some of them might even try to take advantage of me. [M]

Exactly because I've shown my strength, and I want to believe it won't, but assuming it does, I'll have to point a blade at my own soldiers.

That adds to the damage, but that's exactly what I don't want to do.

As a result, my actions were simple and clear.

If you can't command, you don't have to.

As pointless as directing is, all you have to do is turn it into a muddy brawl.

Plus Alpha, perfect if you keep deserters from leaving.

I planted a mine behind the Eighth Army in formation and taught it to me.

There has to be a way out.

If you still want to escape, I'll cut it straight away.

You shook me up so funny.

And speaking of myself, I was destroying the fort.

Throw the Devil's Sword as far away as you can so you can't see me.

That way, the people would have to go out of the fort to escape the destruction and move forward.

The attack of my demon sword will destroy the fort with ease.

I can't stay in the fort.

If it's stuck, it'll only cause more damage.

And he throws the Devil's Sword farther and farther one after the other so as to drive him away.

Demonic armies that cannot be retreated and those that have no choice but to move forward.

We have no choice but to bump into each other.

If we were driven up against each other and bumped into each other, the operation wouldn't have been anything.

What a trivial thing to command if you bring it into a riot like that.

In the midst of the unrest, I threw a demon sword behind the people's army and drove it off, cutting down only the smallest number of people coming at me.

I dare to do as little damage as possible, even if it is a distant throw of the Devil's Sword.

If I reduce the Army too much, it will do less damage to the Army.

I'm on my side of the bend, so I guess it's the right commander to do less damage.

What I do is the opposite. [M]

He's a terrible Legion Leader.

They have no luck following me.

Seriously sympathetic.

But that's all I can do.

Because when I did, I made up my mind.

As he was thus appropriately throwing the Devil's Sword and defeating those coming towards him, he heard an unusually good roar passing among the noisy battlefields.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

If you don't catch your breath well, you feel so out of place.

A knight who waves his sword as he continues to scream, coming this way.

Slightly visible from the gap in the helmet is the face of a prominent old knight with wrinkles that have carved his age.

You look old enough, but you're raging around younger than anyone else on this battlefield.

Its appearance, rather than its swordsmanship, is familiar.

A long time ago, he was an old knight who hunted me down when I was still an ogre.

"Mmmm! You hegemony! I see you as the leader of this demonic army! My name is Nudoz! Because of the constant battle!

Oh, it's hot and painful......

Nearing to my immediate vicinity, the old knight Nudoz has applied to me for a serious battle without worrying about his surroundings.

Somehow, I can't read the air.

It wouldn't be the stage where you're talking about being square or something like that.

Are you stupid to compete in such a brawl?

I guess I'm an idiot.

But its silliness additions and subtractions are crisp.

Stupid, but I guess you're Mitsujin, who went through one main point.

I live true to my beliefs, stupid honesty.

Hey, no, I'm pretty jealous.

It's not the same as me, who just gets lost and doesn't want to.

"I took it."

I went out of my way to return the word because I was in the mood to.

I wanted to compete with this Mitsuhito in a dignified manner.

Mr. Nyudz doesn't realize I've fought before. [M]

I was an auger then, and I don't look like I do now.

Well, I'm not going to bother teaching you that.

Whatever the past, this Mistress won't care.

Will it be a revenge match for me? [M]

That makes me feel kind of strange, but it doesn't change what I do.

"Don't bother!

Mr. Nyudz steps in sharply.

I don't think I'm an old man, or a speed I don't think I'm stepping in with heavy armor on.

Although people say they are inferior to demons in status, the speed at which they step in is as sharp as the poor demons.

How much of the Eighth Army can make such a step forward?

Still, it doesn't reach me.

I'm much stronger than I was when I was an auger.

My demon sword slapped Mr. Nyudz's sword off.

Probably a pretty famous sword, but still, with my status and a gorilla push by the Devil's Sword, that sword was cut off from half.

Then slit Mr. Nyudz's neck.

He was not even allowed to resist, and Mr. Nyudz's neck fell.

At least feel the pain. Soon, die in peace.

Though it might be embarrassing for me to think about it. [M]

That's about all I can do.

Apparently, Mr. Nyudz was an important figure for the people's army, and the soldiers who saw his death get upset and disintegrate.

When the corner collapsed, the rest fell like a domino defeat.

Thus we, the Eighth Army, won.