Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 71 After noon Murimuri Castle

The false labyrinths that have so far guarded the border were no longer buried, crushed and decayed all traps, and no longer had the power to stop the demonic flood (stampede). Already, the castle gate on the border, which kept guarding the border, collapsed.

The Stone Golems, their patron saints, were crushed by the amount of what they called demons, crushing them into fragments shortly after they fought and regenerated as they scattered.

The first trick - the collapse of the false labyrinth and the great explosion - was inflamed, with poisonous and abnormal powder in the sequence, which also broke through with sticky juice, and the crushing from both sides of the two Rock Mountain Master Stonego - Rem did not cause the overwhelming number of demons to be wiped out. Big damage was done, and the number was drastically reduced, but not destroyed. Even the last trick of a fake labyrinth couldn't be stopped.

Only the castle fortress, which has just been named the new Murimuri Castle, was left. But an anger flies from the walls.

"I won't let you go to the border, destroy it!

"" "" Whoa, whoa, whoa ""

A flock of demons flooded to the border begins to storm, but the gates of the unmanned fortress are opened and caged, and the flock of gods adds the opposite to the masses of demons at once.

"Don't give me the happiness of the border to demons. Kill (Destroy)!"

"" "" Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was a hell of a picture, truly the dawn of a ravaging play.

The doom of the name, which is called a great multitude of demons, to the border without the earliest to guard, is crushed by the anger, and plucked by a thousand pieces. Without a protector or anyone else, it's the end of the land, the worst demonic realm of the continent. Descendants of those who live there, and all who live there, who have survived at their very end. A place where the descendants of those who have come to live eternal eternity live on the periphery where demons travel and run rampant.

Who decided that the inhabitants of the land should be weak and protected? Are the descendants of the brave men who lived and raised their children and guarded their families without dying in the land to be protected?

The weak have been eliminated and only the strong have survived. Why do they think they are weak?

All those who have survived in the land shall not die before they have sent forth the children of the heroes, the only sons of their fathers, but shall be the descendants of those who guarded their sons. Why should I be frightened of demons outside the border?

"Everything we receive has been won by our parents for generations! Don't make me take it!

"" "" Whoa, whoa!

Even the ones who have nothing have helped each other, even if they have lost everything, they have risen. That is why the people of the border have not yet perished. That's strength, that's the strong.

A miracle happened in the area.

Everyone has always dreamed of it.

It's a dreamy dream.

Everyone just laughs and lives.

That's just happiness.

I wonder how much blood the border has shed just for that?

How many people have sacrificed themselves to protect that dream?

That's how I came alive.

And I survived.

Unbeaten by disaster, he fought the worst demons and lived in his worst fears.

And I finally grabbed it. Happy.

Everyone finally laughed.

Why should I give it up?

How do you think you can let it go?

Why should I be weak enough to be robbed?

Give up and it will all be over. Some of them didn't give up until the border was happy, and yet others tried to dream of the border.

How can you give up the thoughts entrusted to you?

How can I say that I can have no such thoughts?

That's how a boy who wouldn't give up on the border showed up and took back all the dreams he'd had while dreaming.

If you want to give up on that, you lose even the right to dream anymore.

"Whether they call us demons or scorn us the worst lands, our ancestors defended us, we will not let them do it!

It is a dream of the border that countless lives have protected, and it is the people of the border who have been entrusted with their lives.

"Don't let that boy fight alone, if you don't have an army, you can fight us, if you don't have a brave man, you can be our brave man, this is Murimuri Castle with the name of my Murimur Sim Omui, never let him drop, never let him pass, the borders are guarded, the demons are blood festivals!

"" "" Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The adventurers of the border, the men who guarded the villages and towns, the old men who retired from the army, the hunters, the men, the women, the old men, the children, all who could fight.

They wiped out the strongest and worst demons in the endless demonic periphery and made them happy. They bought and received so much consideration for it with blood, flesh, pain and suffering.

Do you want to make the dream of that neighborhood look like a bunch of monsters outside the border?

That can't be allowed.

"Adventurers hunt for Hierarchists and Labyrinth Kings! And then the elephant stomps, kills, beats, kills!

There's no point in being saved if you're just a periphery to be protected, if you can't protect it and get through it, make all that thought unobstructed.

"The stick we were given was meant to smash our enemies, and it was given to us to smash everything we tried to take!

"" "" Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The demons can't move because they've cut their propulsion, their legs have stopped, they're dense, and then they're just gonna kill us all.

"Guerrilla Squad Reserve, Ma'am, Ravage Squad Assault! Kill them all, turn them into demon stones, turn them into money for dinner!

"" "" "Wow, wow, wow!

The runoff (stampede) of demons who have become unstoppable and immobile crowds is now swallowed by the runoff (stampede) of their wives (aunts). Earlier the princess knight "Murimur of Atrocities" wrapped his armor around the dress, cutting through the bloodpath as he swept away the mighty sword, and his wives (aunts) swallowed the clubs and swallowed the demons like turbulence. The demons were trampled in the ravaged crowd dance, and the crushed demons were crushed with sticks and turned into money for dinner.

It is told to future generations that many of them had become whiskers.

And Shura da of the city of Shura, who said that the boy was afraid to name his name, was unleashed. Foolish beasts challenging wives (aunts) with sticks, equipped to fight, were driven and trampled to extinction while being exterminated. Because they are all the champions of the Maiden War (Bergen), the most fearful battlefield on the border, and they were not good opponents because the demons challenged them.

That's how the kingdom's war came to an end, and all the lessons of this war in numerous books of history say, "Ma'am (Auntie) I'm scared!" It will not be necessary to say that it was. No, seriously?

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