Makai Hongi

Becca brought a hell of a lot of people here, but they were pulling back and forth.

The eyes that were running blood are regaining reason.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Because you defeated the guy I was leading?

I guess it was the guy who was leading the herd that was chasing Becca around.

He said it was done so badly that he calmed down.

As I stepped forward, the Red Horse herd lagged behind.

The back is jammed, so I can't retreat as much as I thought I would and I'm in a panic.

Probably the first thing I put on a little bit was Becca.

Being fought back in a group, it comes to my attention how I've escaped so far.

"Bye, Goran. Do it. Whoa!

Becca integrates into the Red Horse clan.

The horse's neck is long. There Becca wrapped her legs around them, weighed them down and folded them.

I heard a blunt noise from my neck. But I still don't fall.

At times like this, it's pathetic that your body is sturdy.

With a broken neck, you can stand it.

Becca bent her body to the other side with centrifugal force, making an even duller noise and folding it again.

Now I'm finally overthrown. I'm still cramped, but if I leave you alone, you'll die.

When the strongest guy in the herd gets hit, those guys get more or less hip.

I can't stand still either. Crush the whole front leg with a forward kick.

"Line them all up there! I'm gonna kick your ass off the edge!

If you shout out, the effect is surface (tempestuous).

- Dodd, dodd, dodd...

Turn around. Turn right, he's escaped.

"That was a shame."

"If you think you're no match, it's your hand to escape."

That's the right thing to do.

As a soldier, you disqualify, but you're probably a guerrilla who's been bought ferocity. I may not have received formal training.

The Red Horse tribe earlier, but even Becca would have been able to do it one-on-one.

That's a threat because it strikes all at once in a group.

If you're going to fight, you should stay away from the others and deal with a few.

If I could think of that, I could be stronger.

Becca started looking around for the next prey, the kyorokyoro and the surroundings.

"What are you doing?

"Hey, Goran. Could this be the deepest place? I think I'm lost."

They don't know this place because they've been running and running.

Within the enemy formation, did you run without thinking about where to escape? It's as stupid as ever.

"Exactly. This is where the enemy general might be. We've come this far, so hang out. There's something in the back."

"Yeah? Now?"

"That's right. From now on. Anyway, follow me."

"Yes."

I thought Becca would get hurt, but she honestly followed me.

If you know that there may be enemy generals, you usually consider them disproportionate.

Fight and lose. If you lose, you die.

But in Becca's case, "Something funny might seem" wins.

There is a saying that curiosity kills cats.

In Becca's case, that's exactly it.

I would have died sooner, in a situation beyond my control, but happiness or unhappiness, always with me and Cyfa nearby, made me survive.

Now that it has evolved specially into a dakini, there are considerably fewer people who can beat Becca up without her skin.

Even so, I get on with it, and I get my hands on those groups.

Some of the collisions are blindfolded and I can't see ahead.

Behind it lay a curtain.

I suppose the curtain could have been used by a man of honor.

There are signs of the mighty from behind.

"Hey, Goran. No, no, no, no, no."

"Well... you know what I mean?

Speaking of which, wasn't I the only one who was a resident of the demonic world and couldn't properly measure their opponent's amount of magic?

Not only that, but Becca seems to be reading the signs.

I taught you how to read the signs, so you probably remembered that.

I have a good memory of combat.

"No, it's enough to poke me over and over, and it's not that good"

"Hmm? What?

Normally, I get hurt many times, and if I get rolled, even if I don't like it, I understand my strength difference.

Yet every time my body recovered, I stuck around. Things would be pretty bad for you.

"Let's go."

Pushing through the tent, I went inside.

There were two of them in the tent.

The hell I didn't have a right arm. It's ripped off.

You look like you've been eaten away, but one way or the other. At least not a slashed cross section.

"... you mean that"

It is the bosses of this formation who are injured. It's the general.

The battle between the two armies ended briefly, probably because the generals clashed with each other at an early stage.

The generals on Tralzard's side lost and the troops withdrew.

The winner was not unharmed either. It's a big injury.

That means one of my men - probably the proximity is chasing him.

And if he be on the Admiral's side, he shall be pursued as much as he is.

"Hey, that hurt... it's so strong"

"Oh, I'll deal with him, you're next door"

"Fine, but even over there, maybe stronger than me... I guess you'll be all right"

"Win. Buy yourself some time if that's not possible"

Injured enemies suck.

Even though I don't have one arm, I have more magic than I do.

He's the one I don't think we'll ever win in Becca.

If you're nearby...... what do you think? With any luck, I think we can win.

The amount of magic is less Becca, but this guy is like this from time to time, but even his strong opponents find a winning chance.

The problem is with me.

That enemy, even now that he's injured, seems to have as much power as Meralda.

This is not an important battlefield to flatter.

I wondered if the low-morale troops were protecting it, but why?

I think the Tralzards often took one arm from a guy like this.

"Hey, Becca."

"What?"

"Take him away from here. If you eat it, you'll die."

"Uh-huh, I'll be gone soon, so don't boob me right away"

As Becca, who has seen me mean it so many times, I guess I'm too scared.

But you can never win if you're being modest.

You mean it, you're better than me.

A moment of alarm is a lifesaver.

When Becca left, she also followed the enemy's side.

Looks like the calculations are over.

I mean, I've decided to deal with this tough guy.

(Sounds like a chimera, but you're a first-sighted species. It has mixed characteristics, so I can't predict what I'm good at or what my weaknesses are...)

The most understandable feature is the face.

It looks like stone building as if it's wearing a mask.

If that's all it seems, it's a subspecies of the Shimeen clan, but the body is completely different.

My body hair grows like a beast species. Grey and black spots.

Arms are close to tigers and lions. I can predict that the greatest attack power would be in that arm.

I guess it was targeted because that arm is the point of the attack.

Close to the beast species, but walking on two legs.

The hind legs are thicker than any species I've ever seen.

I wonder if it will work like a monster of instant power.

(I guess it's a race of versus magical specialization)

Hard to magic someone who moves agile to the right and to the left.

Avoid, approach and crush the magic before it lands.

Few species can adopt such an operation...... but very rarely exist.

Natural enemies of a magical race specializing in distance, I wonder if that's the guy in front of you.

(If so, it should go well with me)

When you become a superior species, there are more people who rely on magic than on approaching and fighting fleshshells.

If you've made such people stronger by giving them blood festivals, you shouldn't be good at bee physical systems like mine.

Perhaps he's defeating the General of the Tralzard Army.

(Then take the lead...)

I lowered my center of gravity and strengthened my body.

I will not spare any effort. I'll make up my mind in as short a time as possible.