Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

† † (Eingod perspective)

Aingod's body had countless wounds.

The arrow wound on his right shoulder was received from enemy soldiers in the first line.

The knife wound on the left cheek used to be made when capturing the opposition.

The wind hole in the abdomen was earlier subjected to an attack by a strange unit of dragon cavalry.

Eingod's body was filled with lead balls, but fortunately, he must have successfully avoided his guts.

It wasn't fatal, and there was nothing wrong with waving the extraction.

Just be careful not to let your men get hurt.

These are my men who followed me to the end of this old general.

If you sound weak enough to eat a lead ball, you will water their loyalty.

"Defeat" is no longer inevitable, but still, Rosalia's last general could not have shown weakness in front of his men.

Eingod threw down the goblin as he pounded it with his spear as it struck to take his own neck.

Countless goblins, oaks, humans, and dwarves have also been defeated from earlier, but that number never seemed to decrease.

Will the enemy gush infinitely?

I asked my men about it, but their men shook their heads sideways.

"Dear Eingod, Apparently, my king's capital has fallen into the hands of enemy forces. Looks like reinforcements are coming from there."

When Eingod heard the words, he asked as the king's capital turned in a certain direction.

"... well, my King's capital, which has become difficult and undefeated, has finally fallen into the hands of its enemies"

It was a shame, but I didn't mourn.

Because I thought it was a defined future.

The Demon King's army was as powerful as dropping flying birds.

The momentum was tremendous, as symbolized by the eighth legion in front of us, with momentum like an unsettled sun.

There was just one thing that bothered me.

Eingod asks his men that.

"Your Majesty, what happened to Your Majesty?

Regardless of His Majesty, it is not the current rightful King Tristan III, but the Lambert that is revealed in His brother You.

He is a feeble boy who was taken up by Lord Einhuis, Lord of Eingod, and who gained the throne.

I didn't take the throne because I wanted from myself.

Eingod was sympathetic to the boy, who was blamed for his adult discretionary reasoning.

I guess my men were drawing that feeling from me. He also reported on Lambert.

"His Majesty Lambert has escaped from the King's Capital with those from the Immediate Exhibition. We are going to fall to the north and live there as a citizen."

"Right......, that's good. If you do, you may no longer be involved in the conspiracy of the Royal Palace. I want His Majesty to live in peace as a citizen and live his life in peace"

That was the true truth that could not be falsified.

I guess the person who got involved in the conspiracy doesn't deserve to talk about it.

Eingod next asked whether his lord, Eichs, was safe or not.

………………

My men stare at this one silently.

I see, that would be the answer.

His Excellency the Chancellor has apparently been self-harmed.

I don't know if he was poisoned or had his men strangle him, but it looks like he's already knocked the gates to the underworld one foot away.

Eichs, Lord Wooberg, Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

A masterpiece that was born into three men of poor nobility and even became Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

Future generations of historians would convict him of 'evil', but only Aingod believed in the Lord's justice.

Eichs staged a coup to protect Rosalia from the Demon King's Army and protect its traditions and royal bloodlines.

Never made national rights ours for personal gain or lust.

Eingod also sympathizes with Eichs' will, becoming his spear, his shield, he has fought, but he has finally run out of his martial arts, too?

"But I didn't think I'd survive longer than the Lord, etc."

This battle loses.

I was so sure before the battle, but I never dreamed I'd be humiliated while I was away from Wang Du.

Is this also all the work of the man who commands the legion in front of him, the sorcerer with the alias of the Scarf of the Demon King's Army?

Ever since his name began to blow to the battlefield, the Demon King's Army continued to make rapid advances with the momentum of dashed bamboo, and Rosalia was humiliated by the momentum as it fell to Naruto.

Regardless, the 8th Legion is not the only one with a martial arts medal, forcing the entire Demon King Army to struggle, but his name always rises when he talks to other generals and knighthood chiefs.

"Without that kid named Ike,"

and -.

I actually crossed swords and decided to recognize that the sentiment was right.

"The most powerful sorcerer in the Demon King's Army? Not bad as the last person to fight."

Instead, it seemed to me to be a far more honorable end than being taken over by an unnamed man here.

"... Well, I was able to cross with such a famous general. Shall I brag about this to my men and companions who traveled to the afterlife before it was too late?"

A man named Eingod, eating lead bullets in his belly and arrows all over his body, fought through to the end, he said.

I didn't stop waving that spear, he said.

When Eingod shrugged so, he gave orders to his men who followed him to the end.

"Now, I don't think there's anything to spare my life for, but from here on out, it's totally a private struggle for me. Follow what you want to follow. Leave what you want."

There were only a few gestures left, but none, showed the colour of fear.

When Eingod thanked his men for their loyalty and courage, he ran the horse.

When I saw it, the rain stopped at some point.

In front of him was an enemy artillery squad deployed.

Look at that. Eingod thinks.

"I see, now I've got another souvenir story for my friends waiting in hell."

Apparently, Eingod will make a name for himself as the first general in history to be taken over by a gun.

Eingod got a lead ball all over his body when he divulged that sentiment like any other HR.

After more than 60 years of being raw by the Counts, the majority of that life was with the battlefield.

The men who followed him retained a slightly longer life than he did.

We fought desperately against the Lord's loss of his neck, but the struggle was empty and a few hours later Eingod's troops were wiped out.

Seeing that harsh sight, a certain goblin of the 8th legion shrugged like this.

When my comrade died, I was sad, but I didn't cry.

But when I saw the Rosary soldiers who sheltered the Lord and fought through to the end, I cried.

I cried on the battlefield for the first time when I saw a man who had become a mass corpse in order to shelter the Lord.