Kuro no Maou

The Crusaders stopped the marching legs at a point one kilometre above the Fortress of Galahad and began forming formations. Although it is on the Daedalus side of a steep mountain road, only where this fortress is situated can it be deployed in large units, as it has a flat terrain like a valley bottom that extends over a kilometre wide.

The formation thus completed is shaped like pushing a white robe warrior forward. No, they're not trained soldiers, so they'll just have been put forward really.

In contrast to the undisturbed array of Sparda armies, the line of warriors across the street is cluttered and almost just like a crowd. In fact, I guess they'll be spreading their lives like garbage from now on.

If you want to stop it, you can't stop it, the death march begins.

The warriors thrust over the snow to match the tone of the trumpet that is blown in a strange way. Several Dortos are also crossed in that front row, approaching the soaring Great Wall, mainly following the path they will open. It was an eerily quiet assault, with no fierce ambition or powerful whale waves.

However, its silence does not last long either.

They will soon be waiting with a bow, because they will step into the scope of the Spartan army's attack.

"- Intercept me. Huh!

Under the decree of King Leonhardt, like a lion barking, the Spartan army begins intercepting. A merciless attack was launched against the defenseless Daedalus warrior who pushed over.

An arrow is unleashed simultaneously from a strong bow squeezed as far as possible by a strong Sparda soldier proud of his arm power. Intense and incomparable simulation that temporarily turns the clear blue sky of Galahad into a steel rain pattern.

And a beat was set aside, and the iron rod on the snow to the countless prey. On a bright white earth, Pa., red flowers bloom. The bloodshed blooms.

"... damn"

It's a heavy sigh to leak out of my mouth while the lives of enemy soldiers are kept all the way to a thousand in this instant.

The warrior's gear is a white robe. I just see a thin shirt and trousers underneath it, and instead of armor like chainmail, I don't even see any cold gear.

Is it now here, pointlessly, that you have climbed this midwinter snowy mountain frozen in such an outfit to scatter your life?

Is it because I'm not ready for such a sentiment for the pitiful appearance of the warriors who go down with butterflies without the skill of becoming rain of arrows pouring down from heaven? Or is this hesitation a testament to your sanity as a person?

"We have to do it... the battle has already begun..."

Still, I don't need sanity, morality, or ethics right now. All you need is strength.

As I told Mr. Shirazaki's illusion, created by LastRose, I've killed many more people before. Now I'm not in a position to worry about this.

"... Lily, Fiona, we'll do it too"

Without bothering to mention it, the Spartan army attack should have started, while the two of them were shooting magic. I have to let go of the demon bullet (Barrett Arts) too.

But they waited silently for me. He waited for me until I set myself free, without attacking or blaming him. If you "can't fight" out here, it still even seems like the two of you withdrew without complaining one at a time.

"Yeah, I'll go then!

Lily smiles and poses as a long live. A dazzling white light sphere is instantly shaped in the palm of both its raised little hands.

Copy that, sir.

A light wave of the crimson short wand (Wand) 'Spitfire' that Fiona holds creates several fireballs like human souls in the void. Magic control is cane-dependent, but so even Fiona can do this kind of clever imitation.

"Let's Go, Sheep" The Greed "Machine Gun Form (Maud Gatlinggore)"

From within the shadows, he receives a pitch-black heavy cannon offered by a dark-haired maid, pointing a great barrel of guns at a white army beyond the wall.

With all this number twitching, you'll hit wherever you shoot. Only for what you shoot, the enemy dies. A Daedalus with no grudges whatsoever will be killed.

"Sorry, I've come to war - sweep (burst) eh!

Though trapped by dark, sinking emotions, the trigger I put on my finger was light besides my thoughts.

"Ah, I'm here, I've finally come this far..."

One goblin goes on the snow in heavy footsteps.

Feathered white robes are peppery cheap fabrics, besides underwear. Not frozen to death was so strange to me.

"Hidey, it's him that I'm the Wall of the Great Wall of Galahad. It's better than Daedalus'."

Dragon King Garvinal tried four times and finally never got over the wall of cause. If you are a proud Daedalus knight, you will gaze with resentful caged eyes at the huge wall that soars toward this heaven, but from yourself, a stubborn peasant, you will just look up with zero breath of admiration in a tourist mood.

Oh, really, how good was this if it was just a sightseeing amusement mountain?

Now from the Great Wall, which boasts its strongest defense, countless arrows are pouring down with rain, and furthermore, attack magic is bursting with flames and thunder and so much explosion that it seems to be any kind of natural mutation.

Looking to the right, a cat beast man (Warcat) man who had grown arrows from his chest had fallen on the snow without sound. Bad luck, I guess it hit my lungs, not my heart. He is wearing blood reflexes while stirring up the gov 't gov 't gov 't.

There is no prospect of help. Even if there were, who else but Reaper would say they would reach out?

Looking to the left, an oak ossan was burned by a ball of fire that flew in at an inconspicuous speed in his eyes. He's the guy I've been boggling about "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I don't know if it was my desire to die from burning fever.

"Ha... Oh, I guess it's finally Oyla's turn next..."

Yes, this is a battlefield. This place, forcibly brought in as a warrior, is essentially, an execution ground.

Daedalus was quickly conquered by a man dressed in white, naming the Crusaders. They take their property, burn their houses, chase their homeland. That's outrageous, they do it pale. It's as if I've had experience doing so many times before.

And the goblin youth, trembling in the cold and the fear of death, but in the middle of a death assault just because of their energy, were here if they noticed, and this was happening.

I don't know what it is, no, within the knowledge of nothing, I became known by the number '1733', not by name. I saw the number tag sewn on my shirt and robe, and that's when I finally understood that I had become a slave.

The village of Daedalus was peaceful. The Dragon King wages war from time to time, but taxes were never forced to take place that far. In the first place, the Daedalus region is fruitful and rarely experiencing hunger. Even myself, who is over the age of adulthood, had it once as a child.

Such a peaceful and long idle peasant life is already on the other side of a distant memory.

Now in front of us is a cold battlefield surrounded by ice and snow, filled with the smell of blood, iron and flames. He still has no sense of reality that he is in that vortex.

"- What, wow!? Danger! Danger! It was really dangerous right now!

Over his head, the arrow blurred. I guess from the fact that it was spinning at high speeds, something bounced it off and flew all the way here.

Even a bounce like that would be deadly if it hit. Goblin skin is slightly harder than human skin, and passes without arrows or blades.

Still, if this hadn't been played, it could somehow have been guessed that the arrow that flew straight would have shot through his own eyebrows.

"Oh, thank God! Thanks, lizard husband!

Pushing a powerful foothold in front of himself is a Lizardman man who boasts a huge enough body to look up to. The arrow was bounced by the right arm he wielded earlier, causing a direct strike to go off course.

Express gratitude as you bang your green scale-covered feet, just like your own skin.

A sharp lizard head like a hooded dragon glances at this one with chillies. But I looked forward again, as if I had seen nothing at the next moment.

"I mean, my husband, maybe the knight of Daedalus. Aren't you?

The giant Lizardman, still silent.

But the side behind the hood, which I observed again, looked definite.

"Uh, I knew it, definitely. I've seen your husband's face, Oyla."

To the capital, Daedalus, that was when I first went. He is a Daedalus knight who cordially and politely guided me on the road, without one disgusting face, to the self of a lost countryman.

The vast majority of people couldn't tell what Lizardman's face was, but it was more unnatural for them not to know. You look so different, I wonder what the hell you don't know.

Especially not forgetting the benefactor's face. I'm not sure about my memory, but only as far as people's faces are concerned, I remember well.

"I really, really appreciate that! Even so, my husband doesn't remember Oyla."

Haha, and to myself laughing, the Lizardman knight turns to me again. A sharp fang-growing mouth opens and I try to say something - but my mouth shuts tight as it is. I turned forward again and no longer reacted.

Peasants and knights alike are now slaves to war. Still, being a raw knight, he must have a way and a creed in the battlefield. For example, don't talk to Bella about anything extra.

I convinced Lizardman of his silence, in such an imagination.

"Nevertheless, I don't know how I can meet a real knight in a place like this, and I still threw away my oila luck. Bye."

Goblin followed Lizardman's back, shielding his stiff scale-protected flesh.

Are the knights aware of the action or not, still silent, they showed no blame, or even a trivial gesture that seemed depressing.

"Hiha! Oh, hot!

What you're screaming at is proof of life.

Goblin youth still survive as one compatriot after another falls around. All thanks to the Lizardman knight.

The rain of intermittent pouring arrows is bounced on a scale as hard as a dragon, and not a single bottle pierces his body.

Falling mixed with the rain clouds of arrows, even if shot by a magical lightning strike, Lizardman just shook his body once, and keeps walking again soon.

And now, even in front of the fireball that I could play in front of you, I'm going to run the scorching heat and blast straight through the front.

Only heat on the boulder also reached the goblins on his back, scorching the hem of the skunks and white robes. He hastily jumps into the snow and digests, then hurries back to the safety zone behind the knight again.

Thus, the Lizardman's knight and the goblin peasants continue to walk together.

Occasionally, I saw unimaginable magnitude and destructive magic flying from four towers that looked beyond the wall, fireballs like the stars had fallen, rock masses like the Galahad Mountains had collapsed, and even dazzling bands of light to ensure that the number of people commensurate with their power was extinguished.

Not a single knight, if he were involved in that attack - but there was finally no fatal blow hitting the black gods to see if they could hear Goblin's tiny prayers.

"Oh, here I am... Finally, here I am..."

The snowy assault, which seems forever, finally comes to an end. We finally reached the Great Wall of Galahad.

As we remembered a little touching, we looked around again and realized we were at the end of the line for a long time.

At first I was following straight down the path that the preceding Dortos had opened, but it seemed to have strayed completely along the way. Most importantly, the path to be taken is so closed that the giant Dorthos, who can be relied upon, has simultaneously eaten the arrows of light that have flown in irregular orbits from the air and three series of burning fireballs, that they have blown up on the wood tip dust.

Whatever it was, it was definitely moving forward properly. In the first place, you can't even get lost on such a big main road. Seeing, as we did, we were able to ascertain those who had arrived at the front of the wall, not least.

Looking back, despite all that killing, a further number of subsequent groups push in as if to overturn it.

In a few moments more warriors will arrive here. And more warriors will lose their lives on the road, and they will scatter their lives again from here on out.

Siege battles are real from here on out.

"I don't care what you do with these tall walls."

To ourselves warriors, the only tool given is the ladder. Fifty meters long ladder to attack the Great Wall of Daedalus.

But I've dropped that stuff a long time ago. The warrior, who was carrying a ladder near himself, all fell to the arrow, and the body of the heart is also blown up by flames.

I don't know where the other ladders are right now. At least, if you look around, you don't see a ladder, well, you don't see it standing against a wall.

Originally, I'm perfectly sorry to climb the wall for fifty meters, even with a ladder, but I could probably guess that a proud Daedalus knight would want to bravely get in and go. To that end, I wonder if he has pushed so far in silence.

"Hey, what about my husband -"

"Here it is."

For the first time, I heard his voice. But that was three years ago, in the corner of the capital, Daedalus, which showed me the way through a map, unlike that voice.

Are you kidding? Blurred? Low sound?

They're all right, but not core.

"Koko... Kabe, Ulu..."

This is not the voice of the sane.

Lizardman looked up at the heavenly side of the wall, poking all over the sky, leaking such a suspicious twinkle.

"So, husband...?

"No, I... enemies... mazoku... korosu"

That's when the scream rang. Goblins rush to suppress the elongated ears they often hear and scream about something. It was another 'nanica' that appeared in front of Lizardman's roar - no, even his voice was quenched.

"Hey, what... he's..."

The white robe, which completely covered Lizardman's large whole body, plays and flies.

Protruding from the inside were not green scales, but wild arms covered in brown fur. It's not Lizardman's arm. In the first place, his own arm is properly attached.

Their beastly arms are growing from their shoulders. In other words, it is four arms.

The only thing that has grown is my arm. I cracked my thick muscles together, and my head - someone's head, it came out.

That face only looks like an oak. Black skinned oak, its face is still a vicious look. The whiteness of the ring, which was embedded in his head, appeared oddly remarkable.

It was for a moment that my open eyes moved giggly and captured who I was. There is no constant gaze that moves visibly, and it's like you're looking for something important. Literally, with blood eyes.

"Oh, ooh...... GOOOOOOOOOOO!

Hii, and at the same time the scream leaked, the former Lizardman, who turned into two heads on four arms, stuck to the wall with great momentum.

Seeing, there were large hook claws growing, sharp as knives, curved like picks, in the hands of lizards and in the hands of beasts.

It's not just the hands. Same goes for the legs. No, what's more, even at the tip of Lizardman's thick, successful tail, those hook claws grow like spikes.

Crisp, and make a noise, a slight irregularity in the precisely assembled stone wall, with claws on both hands and feet.

"Gaa!"

He raised a sharp voice and a dissimilar knight began to climb the wall. From its nearly two metres of giant, it climbs the vertical wall gnarly at a very incredible speed. Monkey-like lightness, no, this move is close to a spider sole.

Without being imprisoned by the crucifixion of gravity, he walks on six legs of an abdominal crawl, as if it were the earth. However, at that speed, such as a distance of fifty meters, it would take less than ten seconds to climb through.

"Ugh... oh my God... my husband has become a monster..."

Why has that successful Daedalus knight been transformed into such a horrible being? I can't imagine a peasant at all.

This is like a nightmare. But if you think this place is already hell, maybe that monster is the monster you deserve there.

Monster. Yes, one flash passed on his head that he should not be confident in his imitation memory.

When I was a kid, I read about it in a monster atlas that was in the village chief's house. Little elusive descriptions are not on my mind at all, I haven't even read them in the first place, but the page had a big illustration.

A goat's torso on the lion's head and a viper's tail. Some of them had two heads of eagles or wings of bats.

A monster that has become a single life, with separate animal sites.

The figure overlaps with the anomalies that I have just witnessed, such as the forced incorporation into the body of the Lizardman of different parts featuring the arms of the beast and the head of the oak, the hook claws and the tail of the spike.

Once I remembered that, I just thought it already was. Abominable, the monster's name is...

"- Ugh!?

The moment I remembered so much, Goblin was falling all the way down on his back to the cold snow ground, as if he had been thrust by something.

If you notice, your vision is not the Great Wall of Galahad, but reflects a stunning winter sunny sky that is blue and clear. Twice, three times, I patted my eyes, and then finally, myself, I realized I was falling.

Wow, what's all of a sudden, you're surprised, already.

"- Huh! Gu, ha..."

The words I tried to say did not appear a single letter. Open your mouth and a bright red blood reflex will overflow with a severe cough.

I can't breathe. As if, when I drowned in the river as a child. Now, I'm drowning in a sea of blood. Such an illusion.

"Or... is..."

That's how he ended his short life, sadly and abruptly, unaware that he had received an arrow in his throat. By common causes of death in a battlefield called Flow Arrow.