Kuro no Maou

"Stand back, my lord! The enemy cavalry unit is breaking through our formation with tremendous momentum!

On the other side of the standing crusader soldiers, watching as several pillars of wild thunder protruded, the noble officer of the Crusader Third Army, Baron Hellman, made a screaming statement of opinion.

"... no, no"

Kicking it off is Count Bergunt, a pathological blue-white face but similarly staring at the battlefield with a giddy eye.

The Earl of the General of the Third Army has left the Crusader's position and has already come out so far in advance that he wants to reach as far as the snowfields. It sounds good when it comes to standing on the battlefield yourself and exercising command of the front lines, but as a general who leads more than 100,000 large armies, there will be no danger whatsoever.

And now he was about to make even more dangerous decisions.

"That must be the enemy's decisive force. On the contrary, if you kick my ass, you will settle once and for all... we will also hit the cavalry"

"That unit broke through with even the heavily knighted formations, not cavalry in line! And head-on battles, that's all."

"I will lead as many heavy cavalry as I can move, below First Cavalry Squad"

"Oh, that won't happen, my lord! The enemy seems to be followed not only by that cavalry, but also by an army of adventurers in momentum. Besides, even the enchanted golem that was taken away! It's only dangerous for His Excellency to step forward any longer!

"Terrible! I don't have time to be asking questions here. If you disagree with the order, no matter how Baron Hellman, your lord... slay him!

There was no way I could have said anything more about disagreement with His Excellency the General with his insane attitude, rather than force without saying yes or no.

"... too, I'm sorry. We will do everything in our power to assist you in your cavalry assault."

"That's good. I have to get my daughter out of here as soon as I can... Oh, Rinfeld, wait, I'll be there soon..."

The baron turned away at the appearance of Count Bergunt, crushing as he stared far away.

My dear daughter is captured by the enemy, and the Count is losing me. Yes, I can't do anything about it, at least right now, even though I know it's not Hellman.

It was instead unlucky to organize an army so that the Third Army, a coalition of nobles, could be thoroughly planned so as not to collapse with the pulling of the legs in its body.

Baron Hellman knows the wisdom and martial arts of Count Bergunt better than any other nobleman. Now, I meant to know, should I say?

The counts, whose territories are adjacent to each other, and whose ranks and lands are abundant, have been helped more than once. Hellmann was one turn older, but still never insulted Bergunt as "the young man." I acknowledge that talent, but for that reason.

I've had a good relationship, I think. It was also an indisputable fact that the Count's hipster, be he shrugged, was the standing around that benefited him most.

But Hermann cannot but regret that he missaw only one point of Bergunt's love for his daughter, a terrible personal sentiment. Because I was supposed to be that Count and cloud my eyes so far.

"I'll take care of the rest, Baron Hellman"

"Ha! God bless His Excellency!

Finally, victory and defeat are at stake.

With the thought of retreating early, Baron Hellman dropped off the rear of the count, who bravely proceeded with his horse.

"- Huh!

Mood flashes. General Emelia waves Halvard with one hand on the horse. Against, a heavy knight (Armor Night) with a halvard as well.

Emelia shot to pieces with a spear tip and an axe blade, both of Halvard's blows, rolled out to entangle and capture the rider's general.

Blunt impact sound. Immediately afterwards, a mass of steel dances through the universe.

It was rolled out of the horse, it was also a blow with one arm. It's just that more than a hundred kilometers of heavy knights blew up as lightly as a leaf. Among the most elite heavy cavalry, Emelia is the only one to show so much power. The power of outsiders, I have to call it.

"Hmm, is that... are you going to challenge us to battle?

Emelia saw the shadows appearing across the enemy line with a chilled look and expression everywhere as she smashed through the queue of standing heavy knights with Elf's, it was also a woman's, serious arm strength and the horseback riding of a non-standard giant (bicorn) beast.

Silver knights clasp their heads together. It was an attack by enemy cavalry troops.

"You idiot, I want to tell you, sister"

One of her men, watched by the great bow, who also walks side by side with a large arrow, slaughtered by a heavy knight at close range, is her brother. Unlike Simon, my brother-in-law, my blood-connected fruit brother. It is Gail, the eldest son, who will inherit the Baldier family.

Blonde blue-eyed, sharp face with pale skin. Rare bow talent for the magic that overflows from long, lean but tight flesh. He is exactly the ideal elf man, but he looks mediocre when he lines up with Emelia on the battlefield.

"There's a lot of them. Plus, it's a lot of practice... good opponent, welcome."

Yes, Emelia faintly chuckles. It was an invincible, well, fierce grin, worthy of a woman general who could blow up martial arts.

"Gail, I'm going down here. Under the command of the deputy captain, continue to push the enemy line."

"Is it the usual single-ride run? There are a lot of them today, so please be careful."

"It's okay, it's the second time I've done it in Galahad."

Speaking of which, when Gail was convinced that her sister had made her name for herself in the Fourth Galahad War, Emelia had already jumped without any hesitation than on a horse running at the highest speed.

The operation is so light that I don't think it's heavy equipment called a big shield and a spear axe on the armor helmet. But the moment she lands, the super weight she has beats the snow ground as it is. I stood there, with all the crusader infantry.

Winding up are snow and blood, red and white splashes. Zazaza, and making a screaming sound, Emelia slipped a dozen meters in distance according to inertia while remaining upright.

"... come on, seriously, he's falling all by himself."

"Careful, he's jumping off himself. How strong, how stupid."

If Daedalus had experience in combat, Emelia's name and appearance were known. If he had thus descended in grandeur, the Daedalus knight, proud of his power, must have wanted a one-on-one duel.

But from a crusader who doesn't know anything about her or anything like that, it would be natural to get that feeling if you saw that he was left behind by his men's cavalry in the middle of the enemy line.

With no face, no name, if you look at the gear that Emelia wraps around, even the miscellaneous soldiers can tell at a glance that she is high. Glossy pitch-black black ground with glowing golden embellishments and a red cape across the back. Its heaviness, its majesty, if it is a man, it is unexpectedly blinded.

But if he had eyes as a warrior who sought the strength of his enemies rather than his aesthetic eyes, he would see how many fierce battles that armor had dived through. This is not just a design as a symbol of authority, it has performances that are purely combat specific. And it comes to the strength of the person, dressed in heavy armor, this huge mass of metal plates.

But those who could be seen so far on this occasion were not alone. There could have been someone with eyes to see.

Still, I couldn't observe it because it was nothing else, Emelia herself, who took that armor off.

"Sealed Armor Liberation (Armor Purge)"

The crushed voice disappears, caught by the wind. In the next moment, the armor helmet came off embodying an absolute defense.

Crisp, and the sound of the gear meshing together. Then, all parts of the armor are separated simultaneously. Even if the clasp was damaged at the same time, this would not fall off beautifully. As I removed the shoulder strap of the piece, the black steel armor falls on the ston and snow - before that, it disappeared like a summer.

stored in spatial magic (dimension), it would be impossible to derive the correct answer.

For it was the body of an elf woman, who had taken off her armor, that was exposed before the standing crusader soldier.

"Hey, what... me, even in my dreams"

"Do you mind if I dream or illusion! This guy is not comfortable..."

"Me, I dreamed of dying of being sucked up by Sacubas."

No one was blinded.

The blonde hair cut at the shoulder area flows sarcastically, and the eyes of the long slice with blue eyes shine sharp and beautiful.

The flesh that deserves to run on the battlefield as a heavy cavalry is succeedingly tight, but at the same time draws a feminine line without this. Don and his protruding breasts are so big that they don't fit perfectly in his helmet. Even as the beautiful abs emerge, the hips crease and even lead to the big buttocks and long legs.

Soft skin with the whiteness of a snowfield that extends right into the scene was now exposed to the vast majority of it at all costs.

What Emelia wears is black underwear, which, too, is a remarkable area, whether or not even a fancy whore can wear it. The only remnants of heavy equipment are the red cloaks that continue to hang out in dignity. I'm not helping to hide her nudity.

It's not strange to think that a man's shallow desire would show up if such a superb female body appeared more than in hard, heavy steel. Well, this is the middle of a battlefield where blood is washed with blood. The most realistic answer would be that there is such a dreamy sight in hell in this world - and that's what Sacubas has done with illusions.

However, Emelia Friedrich Baldier did not say no in Sacubas or elsewhere. Take off your armor, look naked, but still hold your weapon in both her hands.

"Sitting in rough weather, queen of thunder -" Thunder Dragon Geo Elizabeth ""

Protective activation. A giant purple pole drinks Emelia's body. Standing against heaven, a thunderbolt like a tree blinks just as well as a real thunder, quickly disappearing.

Thus, after the passing of an intense grand luminescence that did not extend to a hundred bursts of flash (flash), again, she appears. Well, change your appearance.

"... Dragon Man (Dragonian)"

Crusader soldiers who crushed that name, I'm sure, are not one or two. What they witnessed was a truly dragon man looking like nothing else than to call him.

From Emelia's head grow two horns like shining crystals. On her hands and feet, where her white skin is supposed to spread, the black scales that hold the gloss of steel float all over her hands and legs instead of her armor. Is it charged per se, or occasionally, a spark of bacilli and violet electricity scattered.

But the most noticeable change would be a pair of wings stretching out of the back. As if transplanted exactly as it were from a real flying dragon, the arm covered in black scales is thick, and the hand about inside has three fingers with sharp hook claws. The dark purple color of the large spreading pterygoid seemed eerily brilliant.

Having made such a dragon feature appear in her body, so to speak, after a transformation, Emelia opens her mouth with red lips as if she were singing. The words spinning out of her mouth...

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!!

It was a horrible dragon roar, with a soul so intimidating that it trembled.

"... awesome, I pushed you back all at once"

I get those swallowing thoughts while standing on the wall the same way. From this elevation of about twenty meters above the ground, you can see well the big showdown played in the snowfields.

Seeing as an opportunity for Simon and Gardan's combination to start a brawl at Taurus, Tempest, a second squad that flew out of the main gate at once, broke through the enemy lines brilliantly. Naturally, that force is not comparable to when I caught Lynnfeld.

A sweeping word to eat into the enemy formation with the breakthrough power of a cavalry while disturbing and shooting attack magic centered on lightning attributes. Cavalry assault is the flower shape of the battlefield, and it is convincing to be told what it is.

The leading force through the enemy line is the First Cavalry Unit, known as the most elite of the 'Tempests'. That number is approximately three hundred. And behind it, second or lower, all cavalry units, combined, was it indeed about three thousand? Heavy Cavalry, Light Cavalry, Magic Cavalry, and Triple Mixed Cavalry continue.

Behind it, a group of purposeful adventurers who saw it as an early opportunity to raise their hand had jumped to the battlefield with us.

But in such a fierce battle the most conspicuous would be General Emelia, who is thrusting away enemies pushing by himself.

"I heard it was a blessing for Thunder Dragon, but that's like he's already a dragon."

Though it's a distance away, if it's me with enhanced eyesight and Fiona who can use Hawkeye in front of me, I can still see how she's changed from here.

Blurry purple thunderlights circle the halvard you hold in your hand, and countless electric shocks spread just one swing away. It's closer that Thunder Dragon sprayed the Thunderbrace away than a blow from a weapon.

Just an infantry can't even get close to the distance the spear reaches, only to be burned by unilaterally blowing lightning. Whether a Heavy Knight with excellent magic defense resists the thunderstorm and steps into the midst of it, he will now be knocked out with a blow from Halvard that will be more powerful than his arm.

Its power combined with a blade that housed thunderlights, her flashes were made into two straight shields for each of the great shields (tower shields) erected by the heavy knight. Even I can see the awesomeness of its power if I think that every shield can't be torn apart unless it's a combo of "resonance grievance forks" and "black".

I see, is it that much stronger when the protection is extreme, and then it becomes flashy?

I was a little jealous, and at the same time I felt sympathetic to Simon that if my sister was such a thousand fierce men, she wouldn't even be good at it.

"With this momentum, we can really get to the Admiral."

"I'm glad you chose confrontation from the front"

This is where you can see the activity of your allies, as well as the movement of your enemies. So I could also clearly confirm that the cavalry regiment of the Crusaders, which had held back behind the formation, moved in unison against the 'Tempest' assault.

That's how now the two collide head-on over the snowfield, turning it into a chaotic brawl in which both cavalry and infantry enter.

However, its frontline was approaching with jirri, with the flag of the cross painted and the flag of the crest that mimicked the arrows and hooves on the green, perhaps to the point where it thought there was an enemy general. If it were normal, it wouldn't be strange to be running away, but is the Admiral showing mysterious guts or not trying to move the spot.

Most importantly, if we show our backs here and retreat, even if we reach the Crusader position a kilometer away, it is likely that the Spartan army will descend into an avalanche all at once.

The Crusaders are still far outnumbered by both the 'Tempest' and some 'Gladiator' troops who are storming on top of numbers, as they deploy across a wide snowfield, left and right. Even this one, if you push too far, they'll fill the hole behind you and risk annihilation of the siege.

Either this one is quick to fight the general or the enemy rebuilds to complete the siege. It's a hell of a war situation.

"I won! Ah-ha, my taurus is the strongest. Huh!

"Heh, this is what happens to me! That's a big deal!

Simon and Gardan, who were playing a super-dozen beating with their two enemies Taurus, increase their winning names with prestige. For the sake of the word, though the body and face are concave enough to be tighter to call it a hard win.

At the foot of such a taurus is rolling an unbroken fuselage that, on the contrary, has completely ceased to function and turned into an iron scrap. While kicking the wreckage of an unmatched loser, Allie Taurus finally turned to the Crusaders, whining like a bug. The fuselage appears to be heavily damaged, but the booster is still alive, and the whole body seems to be working fine. Too much power remains to kick the human population.

"You've already decided on a battle."

"Right."

"Hey - hey - don't the lilies have to go?

It won't be that late to move from showdown to remnant hunting. If we head to the front now, we're going to be able to raise our ranks more than that...

"I don't want a clue. Look, with the momentum, the adventurers are still popping up. If the fence on the walls is too thin, it can happen in case."

"Yes!"

Lily smiled and replied well because she didn't seem to have any particular attachment to the handle either.

"In the end, no apostles came out, did they? Was it a shame?

"... No, I've never fought them before."

This time, I felt like I was breathing.

However, if we try to make the victory current in this way, the relief is greater that it seems good to have been successfully completed. Instead, if Saliel had come out from the beginning, the Galahad fortress would surely have fallen.

"Come on, let's protect the walls without distracting ourselves to the end -"

That's how I slashed and dumped the last of the Helvetian knights, featuring a green cape.

Now the elite knights and squadrons who have challenged us here have been exterminated. If we can focus only on the enemies in front of us without being distracted by anything else, we are not the enemies of the Element Master.

Beneath the walls, as if the magnificent silver armor and cape appearance were lies, the bodies of knights who had been burned black or torn apart have been turned into part of a pile of bodies of infantry and chimeric soldiers that had already been piled up.

"Now we win."