Legend

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of the civil unrest taking place in the Bestian Empire, a battle that will be the biggest in the end.

At the forefront of that battle, Gurgasto waves endlessly the Battleax in both hands, slamming off the crusader soldiers from the touching edge.

He says he's already old at his age, but he doesn't look like he's going to run out of strength at all, and he storms around with strength that wouldn't be strange to call a storm.

"Wow! What's up, what's up! Weren't you crusaders? That's what it's like to deal with such an old man with no hands or feet!

The Battleax blow, wielded with that cry, doubles the torso of the soldier who was covering himself with leather armor.

Soldiers lose their lives not by smooth amputations caused by sharp blows like Ray does well, but by things like literally beating them off.

"Admiral, Admiral. It's unconvincing to say something that the Admiral is old or whoever hears it is unconvincing...... WOW!

One of Gurgasto's men screams as he waves a Halvard in his hand.

"Ha ha, you're absolutely right. Come on! If the Admiral is old, it's easy to say how many monsters there are in the world!

Another subordinate, who was listening to the two nearby, slashes the soldier's neck by waving a song knife in his hand.

What is happening around us is an overwhelming ravage.

… but what is different from normal ravages is that the ravaged side is the majority?

The Crusaders are more overwhelming in numbers and well coordinated.

Even so, for some reason overall, the Crusaders were better off losing.

That doesn't mean they're being pushed into it, either, it's overwhelming.

Such an illusion, as if it had become a prey to the hunt itself.

"Why, why are we being pushed like this!? Don't even work together much over there, you're just fighting whatever you want... why not!?

"I guess that's simply because you guys are weak, yeah!

Screaming soldier, Gurgasto doubles with his right hand Battleax.

There is no hesitation there when it comes to being a people of the same Bestian Empire.

Looking around, watching his own men enjoy the battle thoughtfully, Gurgasto's mouth arcs slightly.

At first glance, it would look like a bandit-like battle, and that's actually not wrong.

The troops led by Gurgasto are gathered by those who are never aware of such things as working with their peers and prefer to fight as Ningro individuals.

Still, minimal moderation was maintained in winds such as no further attacks on those who surrendered and captivity.

... those who make the most of it and pretend to surrender and strike them accidentally will be killed in such ways as lightly severed necks, torso amputated, and head destroyed.

"Hey, you guys, keep it up, keep it up! He doesn't want my men to lose in the mood!

The roar...... no, the Battleax, wielded with a scream that should be described as a roar, managed to fly a long sword that tried to prevent that attack, the other Battleax continued to wield, smashing the soldier's head.

"Parenthood, I'm away from the Vihellas, but don't you have to wait!?

"I don't mind, Vihera will be joining us soon.... than that, don't call me a parent! You're not a bandit!

From the excitement of the battle, or even abandoning the name of Vihera, who previously served, Gurgasto waves the Battleax again.

The blow plays the tip of the cavalry's protruding horseback riding spear and severs the horse's leg with the other blow.

The man on the horse naturally rolls down to the ground, and the moment he still manages to wake up his body from falling to the ground in an attempt to regain his posture, Gurgast makes him step on the bones of his neck unconstitutionally.

"Well, there's no way I'm going to be able to harness the cavalry's assault in such a dense place."

Throw it away and look around to find your next prey...

"I'll have you around. I feel sorry for His Highness Kabazid if I lose too much power over here."

With that said, one person shows up.

Covering your body is a leather armor that won't inhibit your movement.

However, it didn't seem like it was using the leather of a monster around it, it seemed like it was using the leather of a fairly high ranking monster.

Also, it is not the ordinary long sword that is held in its hands, but the devil's sword.

It wasn't just a soldier to see, it was the standing of a well-known figure.

To the person in front of me, Gurgast, who looked familiar somewhere, thought for a while...... eventually remembers.

"Sure, did you say Bratta or something?

Bratta, one of the first prince factions, is also a famous figure, preferring a flashy battle.

Gurgasto couldn't immediately remember the name of that famous figure because Gurgasto had been caged in his territory since the Vihera he was serving ran out of the Bestian Empire.

It was only rumored to be a stranger, and it never came out to Empire City.

I just wanted to fight in my own territory.

… As a result, the Count Obrisin territory ruled by Gurgasto was attacked by bandits at the hands of the Gurgasts as if they had tried it out, and eventually became a fairly secure territory within the Bestian Empire.

Neither does Gurgasto himself imitate that he challenges his weaker opponents to fight for himself, nor does he prefer luxury, so taxes are cheaper than in other aristocratic territories.

Now, by the very nature of favoring the battle of Gurgasts, there are quite a few grants in stores dealing with blacksmiths and weapons and protective equipment.

People gathered when it was easy to live in that relationship, and that's why Merclio and Theorem chose to be their home base even in this civil unrest.

"Oh, I don't have to ask your name. You're famous.... but because you're famous, it's so easy to reduce our power."

groaning, pointing the cutting edge of the Devil's Sword he was holding at Gurgasto.

At the same time, the devil's sword is wrapped with thin pieces of water.

"A demon sword that manipulates water. It's troublesome... that's all I'm talking about!

If he doesn't even have time to utter his words any further, Gurgasto moves forward at once, holding the Battleax in both hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Swung with the roar was Battle Axe on his right.

When Bratta takes it with the Devil's Sword, she goes through the Battleax of Gurgast to its body so that the water slips from where the weapons are hitting each other...

"Huh!"

Before reaching it, his arms wave with Gurgasto's temperament voice, scattering water.

"Chi, I'll do good!

"You think you can do something with such a small hand attack!

Shake with a slight time difference to make it difficult to dodge the right hand Battleax and the left hand Battleax.

What Bratta has is a demon sword, but still decent with Battle Axe... it's not as sturdy as being able to bump into each other in a row either.

Ningro, the harm gained in the ability to manipulate water, or rather less intense than other demonic swords.

Most of all, it's still sturdy compared to a normal long sword for handling magic.

"Eat!"

The Devil's Sword protruding with its voice.

The pounding speed was considerable, and Gurgast was the best he could do as he dialed it up in Battle Axe.

But... it was the act of making it up that was also the aim of Bratta.

"It's what you read!

Water flows from the tip of the sword of the devil sword that has been dialed up, which turns it into a water polo.

That appearance of a water polo present at the tip of the sword should be described as a hammer made of water rather than calling it a long sword already.

We decided against Battleax that it was unfavourable with a long sword that valued speed and skill, and used the ability of the Devil's Sword to use the mass of water itself as a weapon.

That weapon, which has a diameter of about a metre... No, a water polo, which you would call a mass weapon, is swinging down towards Gurgasto.

If it's supposed to be a water polo with a meter in diameter, it weighs quite a bit.

But the weapon originally held by Bratta is a demon sword with the ability to manipulate water.

I don't care if it's about the weight of the water I handle.

If you hit it, no matter how much Gurgasto is a warrior in the war, you'll definitely take a huge damage blow.

... Yes. If you hit it, yes.

"I wonder if you think such a blunt attack would lead to me!

It was the left and right Battleax that swung along with the rage.

That blow, wielded at an undiminished speed and timing, destroyed the water polo that had fallen on me lightly… The moment I did it, Gurgasto saw a grin in Bratta's mouth.

What was unlucky for Bratta at this time was that Gurgasto saw the grin floating in Bratta's mouth, whereas Bratta would not have been able to see the grin floating in Gurgasto's mouth.

We thought that each other, this exchange was the front seat before our fate, but whether the other knew it or not also greatly influenced the outcome.

"but ahhhhhhhhh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Each other strikes a special blow with the voice of temper...

"... idiot, do you think that I... this I... pushed you down, huh? I turned my back on Deep Red and abandoned my friends and ran away unnecessarily... so I asked for strength..."

"It was your defeat that caused you to ask others for your strength. Know your strength is for your own good."

With the Battleax blade devoured into Bratta's right flank and left shoulder respectively, grumbling Gurgast.

On the neck of that gulgusto stood a place where the blade of the demon sword of the water held by Bratta would arrive a little later.

For a moment... it was just a momentary difference, but that divided the battle.

"Ku...... thats..."

I guess it was the limit. Bratta groans briefly and collapses to the ground.

Glugust, who watched the demon sword of water he had fall to the ground, laughed with his nose and opened his teasing mouth.

"Hmm, not because of your own power, but because you rely on the Devil's Sword.... Hey, take this guy to the rear and give him a stipend. I'll take him prisoner."

"Well, parentage, didn't you kill him?

"There are many sweet spots, but there are sights inside.... and stop being a parent."

Wave the Battle Axe you had in your hand and when you take the potion out of your hips porch, swing it appropriately onto the stunned Bratta.

"It's rare that parents like it so much."

"It's a whim. This guy's got a lot of qualities. With a little more experience, you'll be able to do it with me.... and then stop being so close to each other."

I tell him with a slightly unpleasant look on his face, but if he says it, he opens his mouth without looking particularly concerned.

"Okay. You'll be delivered to the rear in a minute, my dear!

"... ha, that's enough. Take him with you."

You realize it's just pointless to say any more, Gurgasto exhales and then turns the right hand Battleax backwards.

The man who sees it just leaves the spot in charge of the fainted Bratta.

"Totally.... but well... it was a good fight in there"

Even as I got slightly grumpy over my men's parental calls, I had a fierce grin on Gurgasto's face at the full battle I hadn't tasted in a long time.

Keep looking around and squeezing the Battle Axe, feeling exhilarated when you see the fight still going on.

"Well... you'll have to deal with me for a while now to keep this blood down!

Scream no, or slay towards a soldier of the Crusaders nearby.

The soldier, who was about to poke through the gap of Gurgasto's men fighting nearby, protrudes his spear aggressively against the overwhelming fear of death approaching him.

In the sense of poking at the gap of the opponent you are fighting, a long time in between and a suitable spear for poking would have been a good choice.

But...... to deal with an approaching opponent with a Battleax in both hands and a vicious smile, not very much, but with a spear, couldn't help it.

No, a soldier would have done anything with his skill.

But with all those arms, you would have been in a higher position, not a soldier, and there is no way you can counter Gurgaste.

"It's a dirty imitation to poke a surprise!

The Battle Axe blow, wielded with such anger, gently cuts the soldier's body diagonally and sprinkles a dark smell of blood all around him.

... Most of all, given that this is the battlefield and there are fierce battles going on around it, I guess it was natural.

Sometimes the closest presence on this occasion, Bratta, has been taken prisoner, and the trend of battle here will lean heavily towards the Merclio army.