Maou no Hajimekata

The name of the mountain range once made its root castle by Yamatano Orochi is called the Yae Kid.

Its mountain range, which soars like a lined sword, takes away all the humidity from the wind blowing from the west, sending dry winds into the Sahara as it rains as snow on the summit.

Oul snapped in his heart as he stood on one of its tops and stepped on the snow, which was a strange thing.

With a country called the Sahara, Oulu has no interaction whatsoever.

I've never been with or visited a person living in that country, and I've only heard stories of Sahara in hearsay. That should be the same thing for the Sahara.

Nonetheless, in front of him is a line of soldiers of the dead, as if to fill the foothills of the mountains, relative to the gestures of the Ouls.

We didn't declare war, we didn't tell them the time, but we're facing each other ready to fight each other. What a strange thing that seemed.

"Even so, I know, but that's a terrible number..."

Tired of the tone, Lil.

It must be all of them immortal soldiers spreading under their eyes as if they were carpets.

It was too far from the top of the mountain to see the details, but only its unusual number was clearly known.

By contrast, the Ouls did not bring soldiers, only a few gestures.

With Zana's hand, accustomed to the winter mountains, it is impossible to lead the army to climb in the steep mountains where the snow still lingers, although it is melting out a lot closer to spring.

If you wait long enough for spring, you just wait for the Great Army to attack you and destroy you. You have to hit your hand by then.

Owl was bringing in only a handful of elites, as damage would just spread no matter which road honestly hit a soldier on 100 million private soldiers.

"Um, me, why did they bring me here...?

In the meantime, he frowned like a little trouble, and Charles asked Oulu.

Ten years ago, the emerald green hair, aligned at the shoulders, was stretched up to the waist to wrap the tip with a ribbon, and the sapphire-like eyes staring at the oul were slightly cooler. Its appearance, which grew only slightly in both the back and chest swelling, was accompanied by a flamboyant beauty to replace the childish impression of when we met.

Even that ability has grown, though, not necessarily so.

Living her busy days as a stash for the monks under Oulu, she almost no longer fights on the battlefield herself, as she once did.

As a monk, anyway, it means that your arms and thoughts as an adventurer are definitely fading.

"Well, watch. Lil, do it."

"Yes."

As Lil replied, there were several holes in the slopes of the mountain range.

Whether Yamato or Himro, there was something very lagging behind the civilization of the Ouls.

It's the presence of magic tools.

Anything called spiritual power seems to dwell on people, old animals, trees, etc.

Conversely, spiritual power does not dwell in non-living beings.

Therefore, the idea of using it as a tool is scarce, and the field of endowment witchcraft as we call it in Oulu has hardly developed.

Hence.

Many gates of artillery protruding from the slopes of the mountain range should not be understandable, even if you know its existence.

A huge bullet is ejected simultaneously as a result of a roar.

If you can even know and deal with it that you're not supposed to understand, it's a threat, but the legions of the dead were crushed by bullets without responding.

Though, hundreds at most. Water is a good number for a burning stone.

"Oh, I get it. This is it."

Looking at Lil's unleashed bullet, Charles perceives Oulu's intentions.

Inside the bullet was planted an oversized demonic stone, which fell into the earth like a circle.

That's an operation I haven't even told Char himself so far.

It's not something you can deal with unless you read it in Oulu's head or the future like Tena.

"De-curse!"

Along with Shall's chant, a column of light rises from the bullet released by Lil.

It was interconnected and painted a huge magical circle, and the white light filled the battlefield.

Light eventually disappears as if sucked into the sky, and the swarms of wound dead stop moving and fall down.

This should have brought down tens of thousands of bodies.

"Replenish the magic, please…"

The technique of using the Demon Stone, which is itself a mass of magic, uses little of his magic, but if it were of such magnitude on the boulder, it would use up most of its magic, and Char would flutter.

If he held that shoulder and overlapped his lips, Charles had been shoving his tongue in front of his chest, clenching his fist all the time. Intertwining saliva, sucking lips and hugging each other as they make a sound. When I finished pouring out the necessary amount of magic, I kept my mouth shut, letting the silver thread pass on to my lips where I was fully indulged.

"Next, white magic from your mouth below, please."

"Don't say anything stupid. Get ready for the next one."

Slightly hitting the back of Shall's head as she slammed up in front of her coat, Oul pointed her body at the enemy.

"Oh, what is it?"

Unexpectedly, Marie raised her voice that way.

If you follow that gaze, you can see something glowing behind a group of immortal soldiers spreading black.

"Flames, or...?

Oul narrows his eyes in an attempt to identify the light.

That looked like such a sight, as if the flames of pine light were shaking.

"Hey, that's kind of..."

Lil has a hard voice color and grabs Oul's shoulder.

"You haven't grown up?

She was right, the flames were twitching on the other side of the horizon and increasing its size.

"No way...... such an idiot"

The Ouls are looking down at the army of the Sahara from above the mountain. In other words, its visible horizon is far farther than seen from the ground. There must be about a hundred miles.

No bow or weapon can fly such a distance.

Not to mention the art of flying flame chunks without any medium, which can't be there.

"Coming!

Until recently, everyone thought so.

The looming fireball increases its size more and more, and by the time it approaches front of you, it swells up to a huge size that seems to fill your sight.

"Dad!"

When its nearby Sophia appeared on the summit of the mountain, she covered a row with a wall to create an impromptu room, moving each room to a remote location.

The flames bounce with the roar, and the mountains shake.

"You're lying..."

Lil opens her eyes and squeals. The next peak where they stood until earlier had been quietly decided, as if a big giant had cut it off without interruption.

"It's the art of Uselmart, king of sand... I didn't know you were getting so strong"

Apparently the power was unexpected for Zana as well, and she said so as to groan.

"Sophia. Are you okay?

"Yeah, because I disconnected right away. But my hair got a little burnt."

Sophia's figure, answering with concern for the tip of her chilli and burnt hair, had grown to about ten years of age. That appearance, and that appearance, saved the Ouls, because they dungeoned the whole mountain range into their own bodies.

"I hate to think I can do that in a row... but you'd better act like you can. Either way, the range regarding his full knowledge was roughly known. Today..."

That's when I almost said I'd pull.

A giant warcraft bit Sophia's collar and took her away.

"Sophia!

Oulu and Marie screamed at the same time, reaching out.

The path of the cube, stretched many times like a tentacle, but unable to catch up with the foot of the silver warcraft that grabbed Sophia, reaches the limit of its length and grabs the sky.

Warcraft jumped off a chopped cliff as he ran unbitterly over a snowy mountain.

Outside the dungeon, Sophia can't wield that power, she's just a ten-year-old.

"Wait!

After that, Marie threw herself to the cliff without hesitation.