Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

The battle against the League of Kings, led by E. Ludre, was fought by a frontal showdown.

I can't afford to be ambushing you, - not that.

But I dared to take it off my choices.

Because I thought it was futile.

Around the fortified city of Aresta is a plain that just looks over, there is no room for ambushes.

The only way left is to make the showdown from the grand front.

I don't mean to jump into enemy forces without help.

I ask Giron, Oak's staff.

"The guy with the example is prepared properly, right?

"Yes, I asked Lord Gunter to make it, though. But are you okay? I don't know if it's going to help in action yet."

"It's Lord Gunter. You should have something decent."

In fact, Gunter's brought in an excellent craftsman.

I wasn't worried about that area at all.

I'm more worried about Lord Gunter's Dwarf troops...

I'm counting on the right wing to worry, staring at Dwarf's troops.

- Apparently, the worry was also worrying.

The species Dwarf was quite powerful as a warrior as well as his arms as an artisan.

It crosses more than one another with the Knights of the Enemy.

Meanwhile, the newly joined human soldiers were also fighting well.

Because they have given them a fire rope gun.

At first, the other troop leaders revolted, but I decided to hand out guns to the humans.

There are two reasons.

That a weapon called a gun can be handled considerably even if given to untrained humans.

And a creature called man was more clever than a goblin or an oak.

As archers you should be better than them.

That's what I decided.

However, I can see why the Force Leaders vehemently disagreed.

Their claim was the best.

"Fire Rope Gun"

I was wondering if I could give the most powerful weapon to the troops of the newcomers, to a man who could also betray them.

This is the only way I could have done it on that point.

"Trust me and the humans."

and -.

Honestly, they had the best argument, and if I were a troop leader, I would naturally disagree.

But under these circumstances, that was the only way to win.

The point is a bet, but apparently I won that bet too.

They only trained for a few hours, but they are brilliantly using their firearms.

This time it's not an interception fight, it's a field fight, it's a frontal collision too, so I didn't use 'three-stage shooting', but they were efficient and operated guns.

When a buddy shoots a gun at an approaching enemy army, the rest of the humans blame it up, buy time, and in the meantime, humans with guns pack gunpowder and ammunition.

It could be described as a unique human collaborative play.

Seeing that look, Giron praises him as if he had returned his palm.

"The boulder is my husband. No, I didn't suspect it from the beginning."

"Use your food after you win."

When I said that, I stared at the left wing.

This is Lilith's army of demons.

Naturally, I thought this one was overwhelming the enemy, but it wasn't.

Surprisingly struggling.

"So, sir, isn't that bad? My sisters are struggling."

"Assumed."

I just want to say, this was out of the math.

Is something wrong?

I think so, I'll make an observation, but I soon found out why.

What Lilith and the others were dealing with seemed to be the main force of the enemy.

Everyone is wearing matching deep red armor.

"Oh, that's General E. Ludre's Knights, the Red Dragon Knights."

"Apparently you do."

They were all united in the same armor colour.

There is E Ludre under King Phallus.

There are Red Dragon Knights under E. Ludre.

In Phallus, even children seem to know the play.

I guess it's the Knights who are so proud of their strength.

In the first place, it was an anomaly that the arming of this medieval knighthood of the other worlds was unified. This is not a world like comics and drama.

They can't all be armed the same way.

Even when it comes to knights, each wears a separate outfit because they bring their own weapons in front of them.

Each one of you prepares his or her own weaponry to suit his or her own pocket and hobby.

Yet everyone dressed almost identically, in itself, was proof of their strength.

I guess the king has provided luxurious funding.

I guess we have good quality weapons by means of luxurious funds.

And I guess that money will cost me a lot of time to train and I can afford to hire a magician.

They seem to have the elite and mutual strength of the Immortal Brigade, no, more than that.

Both the troops led by Dragon Man Sigan and the Magic Swordsman unit led by Lilith of Sacubus fell one after the other.

I want to turn away unintentionally, but I'm not going to turn away.

That was the task of the commander who was entrusting them with his life.

I think calmly.

That was the best and only way to make the brigade less damaging.

Dwarves unfolding on the right wing are pushing enemies, but not so much overwhelming.

The humans in the center are also fighting well, but half of them are in the first fight. We won't be able to afford to cover Lilith and the others.

"- Then"

And when I leaked it, I ordered Giron.

"Prepare a flying unit that's holding you back."

Giron is stunned to hear the words.

"Huh? I'd love to. My husband said wait a little longer, didn't he? At least until you can nail the enemy's bow squad."

"We can no longer afford that. It's a bet, but I'm putting it in here."

"Well, it's unusual for my husband to take a bet."

"Sometimes a man has to go to a bet."

- That's what I said, I asked Giron.

"By the way, what do you think of this measure?

"I always believe in my husband."

"It's not. Do you want to put it in now? And I'm listening."

When I hear that word, Giron is arm-wrapped and troubled by "hmm".

Previously, when I got lost in judgment, I said I would adopt the opposite plan to Giron's measures.

Because that would make it 100% successful.

I guess this guy is lost, which means he has half a chance of success, whichever way he employs.

Then I decided to put it in now.

If we have half a chance of success, we should put it in fast.

Because I thought if we settled quickly, that would do less damage to our allies.

Having made that decision, I let the flying unit in custody have something 'certain'.

It was a "roasted ball" made by Dwarf artisans.

A roasted ball is a grenade-like weapon that puts gunpowder in a pot of pottery and is wired with fire.

No, you can think of modern grenades as having been enlarged as they are.

Regardless, some parts are inferior to modern grenades for large portions.

That means it's hard to carry.

But instead, this is a different world, and this army is the Demon King's Army.

It was the strength of the demonic tribe to be able to use methods of warfare that humans could not imitate.

I was going to let the demons of the evil wing species, mainly gargoyles, hold a roasted ball and throw it out of the air.

The point is to replace the gargoyles with bombers.

If they imitate it like that in a world where there is no concept of bombing or anything like that, the enemy would not have enjoyed it either.

I'm proud to say it's quite a measure, but I don't know if it'll work.

We've talked about this before, but the weakness of the air force is archers.

Flying demons often stand out.

Could be a target for your outfit.

That's what I thought. I was lost, but a proposal came to mind.

At the same time as the flying unit flew, it issued a directive to recall large races from the demonic unit back to the main unit.

"But Lilith's sisters are struggling. Are you sure? Do that."

Giron, the staff member, is naturally worried, but I can do it with a "fine" word.

Giron's suggestion was unusual and legitimate, but as it were, the battlefield would be at a disadvantage.

Anyway, in order not to lose, we just have to get Lilith and the Sigans to stomp on us.

With that in mind, I waited for a large species of demon to arrive.

The monsters of the great species that came were giants (Giant), giant tree tribes (Trent), and some of the great trolls.

Everyone boasts a magnitude that just keeps looking up.

They could be my brigade or the elite ones.

Though temporarily, I'm sorry for the troop leaders who pulled through that elite, but I'll give them instructions for victory.

Even so, it's not that difficult.

All I had to do was give them a roasting ball and throw it, or make them throw it.

It's just a giant or Trent throwing that just doesn't reach 10 meters. That's, like, half.

They slowly aim hundreds of meters away and throw roasted balls.

Of course, the target was the enemy's bow unit.

The enemy's bow unit was just reaching for the bowstring to confirm the presence of the gargoyle and strike it down. Gargoyle's troops will have been saved at the right time of the day.

Regardless, a few steps less powerful than modern grenades and explosive shells, but I could still imagine their surprise when unknown weapons came down.

Without bothering to use the magic of Farsightedness (Hawkeye), I could confirm that the enemy's Archers were standing up.

I give the signal to the Gargoyles.

"Now! Jump over the archers."

Instead of signaling, launch the magic of Electric Shock (Lightning Bolt) over the sky and explode it in the air.

When they saw it, the gargoyles jumped over the archers simultaneously, marching towards the enemy's siege weapon.

And drop the roasting ball at the pinpoint.

The exploding roastball, the siege weapon made of wood, burned well enough to be funny.

The enemy siege weapon has now been deactivated.

The point is that now the Seventh Corps, led by Sephiro, no longer has to fear enemy stone throwers and baristas.

You won't even have to 'signal' later.

My beloved boss, Sephiro, is not incompetent.

You should be watching the tiger.

Advice, she didn't miss the moment.

Don't miss where the enemy has risen and open the city gates of Aresta.

Or maybe she believed me and was after this moment.

"If he does, he will surely come to save the plight of his concubine. Anyway, the concubine is one of those people who has taken his place."

And it comes to mind that I'm blowing it to the other brigade leaders.

I don't know what the other brigade leaders think when they hear about it, but when the castle gate opened, the 7th Regiment guys popped up in momentum.

First, it was Baio, the head of the werewolf squad, who jumped out of the lead.

A werewolf is a formidable demon. Its good legs, its agility, were the best of the Demons.

Regardless of its personality and intelligence, it was also the best in the 7th Corps in terms of combat.

When they are attacked by the humans waiting in front of the castle gate, they cleave their armor with their claws and devour with their fangs the throats of the enemy soldiers.

It was a Baio way of fighting.

Meanwhile, the brigade leader of the Tooth Beast Brigade, Kushana of Manticore, had an intelligent way of fighting the beasts.

There is no pig rushing like Baio, and the hell with the soldiers Baio leaked, he's definitely buried away.

Or maybe Baio has a more brutal way of fighting, but Kushana was a more calculated and ruthless way of fighting.

Both were demonic ways of fighting. One enemy soldier after another falls.

I'm relieved to see what it looks like.

Because now I see the end of this battle.

I was convinced of the victory when Sephiro's immediate magician unit, the Crucible of Black Accident (Rutsubo), crept out the gate.

She uses her proud sorcerers, one enemy soldier after another, to unleash magic.

as if to clear up previous depression.

It was an on-parade of classic magic from "Electric Shock," "Fireball," "Slash," and "Flame Column," but some of them were magicians using curse-class magic.

After all, there was only the best of the 7th Legion, all with terrible magic.

When I saw the sight, my voice leaked out of the blue.

"You win."

Meanwhile, E. Ludre, the general of the enemy army, may be grumbling like this.

"Have you lost?"

The enemy general is not incompetent.

Though he's pushing now, he shouldn't think he can win by being sandwiched by one of the leading regiments in the Demon King's Army.

And the guy called War, the moment the commander thinks so, Kerri is on it.

In fact, the moment I divulged that sentiment, the enemy soldiers began to float.

Troops led by Lilith and Sigan, who had been forced to struggle, were breathing back and starting to push enemy soldiers.

The Red Dragon Knights, the core of the enemy, is the situation.

This one began to overwhelm on other fronts.

If it stays that way, it's our victory.

In fact, enemy soldiers have definitely decreased.

Says Giron, Oak's staff officer.

"Keep it up and you'll win, right?"

"Oh."

And I answer briefly.

"Let's siege and destroy the enemy like this."

Giron has been a rare contributor, but he probably won't be that good.

I don't underestimate enemy generals.

Already, E. Ludre should start the retreat.

"I don't think so," he said to Giron. When he whined, the enemy troops withdrew.

The prophecy hits. Giron raises his voice of surprise.

"How did my husband find out?

"Fighting is a makeover."

It was military law to read the psychology of the enemy general and poke at the opponent's void.

At least it was my position that I had no choice but to do so more than inferior in strength.

It's just that I wasn't able to read all of the enemy generals either.

The Red Dragon Knights of the enemy army withdrew neatly when they fought well to the end in order to let their companions escape.

It is an enemy but brilliant extraction, but after the war he sends his use here and sends a single letter.

The content was concise but rigid.

"I am impressed with your exploitation while an enemy general. Magnificent till the time of rematch."

Apparently, a person named E. Ludre is not only competent, but also a romantic.

Normally, you can't write to someone who loses on the battlefield like this.

The point is, interpreting his letter,

"Next time you can't lose, wash your neck and wait"

That's what I meant.

When I saw the letter, I thought, "Oh, boy."

I have to fight this man again someday, because the hard work is compassionate then.

I'm not a mazohist.

The weaker the enemy general, the more grateful he thinks he is.

As for this one, I just don't want to see you on the battlefield again, but Giron asks.

"For once, will you reply? If they think the Demons are impolite, they are."

I said, "Right," and I crossed the horse.

"Sir, where are you going?

"I'm going to see the captain's face. I want to make sure you're okay."

"What do you do in reply to your letter to E. Ludre?

"I'll leave that to you."

The enemy forces also defeated it completely.

I thought he was the guy sending the funny letter, but more interested in what Sephiro would look like than that.

Sephiro still has somewhere to treat me like a child.

I hope that's fixed in this fight, but what do you think?

Would you be acting remorseful?

Or would I be swelling my cheeks?

Either way, you must see an interesting look.

With that in mind, I ran my horse.