Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

The enemy monster opens his mouth wondering if this is still the case and raises a low roar that rocks the earth.

Porch was slightly frightened, but he rang loudly, losing and gaping, whether Pipi had prompted him.

The two become four legs staring at each other and walk in circles.

I hear an upset horse hissing at an enemy ally position.

There was a different twirl leaking from watching people duel each other from soldiers as well.

Although only Schwartz licked the thighs of female soldiers.

"Sir Hardlett, what's that? No way, Dora."

It was a message from the main unit that came to visit us. It would be Eirich's instructions.

Almost all the soldiers on my side are looking at me, too.

"It's our big lizard. I hatched an egg I picked up in a cave before, and it came out."

"Such ambiguity..."

The preaching leaves with his neck twisted.

The soldiers on my side don't take their sights off me either.

"Yeah, don't worry about the details on the battlefield!

Yelling and chasing away.

Let Leopold explain the details later.

Now the battle at heart.

"The size... you're losing"

Celia is right, Porch has a length of 10 meters and an enemy of 15 meters.

And against the smart pouch, the enemy's body shape seems to be sluggish and weigh more than its length.

"The enemy will set you up!

Once distanced, the enemy monster jumps into Porch's pocket with a quick progression.

And slap the sharp nails on your forefoot against the chest of your pouch.

Porch armor shredded and fragments splashed.

A small cheer rolled up from the enemy side.

"Now I'm going to pound!

Porch runs over with a big growl and slaps his hands off the enemy's head.

The enemy jaws the ground and a flashy metal noise sounds.

A slight voice rises from your side.

But once the enemy shook his head, he rose as if nothing had happened.

"Neither is working."

Porch scales are steel-coated, and he looks tough because he sees enemy monsters.

On top of that, they're even wearing each other's armor, so they won't fall down easily after a beating.

"But to Porch... ahhh!

Celia's words stop.

The enemy monster jumped heavily on his hind leg and bit him in the face.

Porch couldn't seem to cope with the speed I couldn't even imagine from the looks of it.

Porch growls like a scream and tries to pull the enemy apart with both hands, but the enemy also holds him in disappointment with his forelegs and doesn't leave. My tall fangs make noises and eat into the armor.

Porch's mouth glows red when a voice of small disappointment leaks from his allies.

You're surprised by the fever. The enemy monster takes his mouth off and jumps back.

Shortly afterwards, a flame erupted from Porch's mouth and fireworks passed right over the enemy.

"Wow! Sprayed fire!?

"Big wings on the back apart from four legs, big lizards?

"That's Dora."

I tongue my allies' bluffs.

"That idiot missed the perfect opportunity."

The enemy did not anticipate Porch's flames.

If we had a good aim, we would have definitely been hit.

But once you show it to me and you're alert, it's hard to hit that fast a second time.

A flame-cut pouch lifts his face up to breathe.

The enemy won't miss that overly large gap.

The monster spins his head backwards and sideways for a spin.

A thick tail of momentum strikes the middle of Porch's torso with great vigour.

"Ah, I'm hit!

Porch falls over with the sound of a simultaneous shooting of ten artillery guns.

A sad chirping sounded.

No matter how hard the scale is, the impact of the blunt instrument comes through the body.

That should have worked pretty well.

"Get up, Porch! Hang in there!"

Pipi screams from a cage-like riding platform installed on the back of the armor.

It didn't even seem to be blown away by the current shock thanks to the sturdy looking riding platform.

With Pipi's support, Pochi gets up slowly.

Stand up with your hind legs, spread your hands high... and thrust them toward your enemies with a loud chirp.

Though he wields his arm to the left to the right for a series of attacks and even occasionally kicks with his hind legs.

"Dear Eigil, that's hard to say."

I know exactly what Celia's trying to say.

It would be such an attack if a child who was made to cry in a fight did a mess.

Porch swings his arms around as he rings briefly.

The enemy is only faced with a series of attacks, but it doesn't have any damage because it doesn't weigh properly.

As soon as the swung nail hits the enemy's scalp from a gap in the armor, the movement of the pouch, not the enemy, stops.

That's where the enemy's head poke is decided, and Porch retreats accordingly.

I accidentally held my head.

"He couldn't have had a strong fight with his personality"

I guess that tough face saw the enemy's blood and threatened him.

The first flame was also deliberately removed without direct fire.

It was just inconspicuous in the previous battles because it was different in size in the first place or because the steel scales played all the enemy attacks, Porch's personality is totally bullied...... the type of guy who doesn't cry and runs away without getting beaten up.

I covered my whole body with armor not to protect my body, but to gain the peace of mind that I am protected.

On top of that, I guess Pipi inspired me on the back and finally got to fight.

"Ah Porch runs away!

Porch spreads his wings and flies.

You're going to keep running because you're totally turning your back on the enemy.

But the enemy won't allow it.

The enemy monster made an acceleration and then made a big leap on his hind leg, bit him in the back leg of the pouch and pulled him straight off to the ground.

The impact of the two giants falling is sobering, and the soldiers on the enemy's side fall one horse after the other, as does the Melody Knight.

"Ugh!

"Wow!"

"Hina."

Celia has also fallen on a colic horse, and Myra has managed to do something about the horse, and has gone all the way back to Ceclito.

You're the last cute scream?

The fallen pouch rises up bumpy - suddenly stiff.

Because the cage for Pipi was peppered because of the fall from his back.

Porch explores the fragments of crushed armor as he moans sadly on the enemy's side.

But I can't find the little pipipi.

Porch looked at me like he was looking for salvation with a look of agitation that was clearly visible even when the race was different and his face was hidden with armor.

I have tears in my eyes.

An enemy monster strikes a defenseless Porch when he shows his back.

A giant nail hits the wings and makes a mistletoe noise.

"Looks like he's going to take the wings!

I shut up and close my eyes.

Porch's sad squeal stopped and his tearful eyes closed.

"Cowards also have their kind. He's a coward to the bottom of his heart who only knows to run away."

Porch scratched the ground.

"And he's the one with the inexorable line."

Porch's eyes are opened.

Normally familiar eyes, the pupils in them cracked vertically.

I can see this also if the race is different again, burning anger.

Porch wraps enemy monsters in the opposite direction with the wings that were assembled so that they roll by themselves and throw them away.

d A flashy earthen smoke rises and the enemy releases his hand from the wing.

But at the same time, the pouch was falling, and it was faster for the enemy to get up.

He jumps to give me a gap to get back on my feet.

"Ugh, I took it!

Take the flying forelegs as well as the pounding forelegs... If you are a pounding, you can say both hands...

The enemy monster is bewildered by the unexpected reaction, but immediately screams, biting disappointingly at the shoulder of the pouch whose armor has been shattered and peeled out.

Huge fangs that are about the height of a person stand in a pouch - making damp noises and pressing them to break.

"I stabbed him when he bit me in the head because it was armor. Do you go through lizard fangs on a hard scale like that idiot?"

Porch fangs capture monsters trying to leave with pain and surprise on the contrary.

The relentless bite eats deeply into the seemingly thick skin and purple blood erupts.

Porch growls horribly as if he were a different lizard with his enemies in his arms, swinging wide to the left and right, and then throwing him off to slap him to the ground.

The enemy rose up quickly, but just turned his eyes and his legs fluttered.

"It's a further pursuit!

Porch inhales heavily and exhales a huge flame.

I won't deliberately remove it this time. It's a direct hit from the face to the tip of the tail.

It looks like a moving mountain fire as the giant rolls around in flames.

It's not over yet.

Porch flies with his wings wide open.

Not to escape this time. It's a flight to finish him off.

The raised pouch grabs a burning lizard with both hands and legs, flapping its wings violently.

"... are you going to lift it? I don't think you can do that."

"Looks like it. He's funny."

The monster weighs twice as much as the pouch.

But when Porch cried out, he winged to the point where he was about to be flown away to us, lifting the monster slowly.

The monster whose fire is extinguished by air pressure will storm hard, but there is nothing more to be done if he is lifted with his back.

Pochi flew around on enemy allies to tell Pipi the victory, then plummeted and gained momentum as he did, knocking the monster to the ground.

Neither can a servant monster let the giant be dropped at that height, momentum.

The armor wrapped around my whole body splashed, screaming like a crush and stuffing... I sprayed the bubble as it was and stopped moving.

"" "Wow!

The ground is shaking, and we, who were prepared, get our feet taken and our hands on the ground.

Schwartz, caught off guard and wearing a woman's ass, flips brilliantly, all over again.

"I won......"

Celia's small declaration of victory is gradually cheered up in a derisive manner.

"What an amazing dra - no, a big lizard!

"Legendary Dora is exactly what sprays to the fire - a big lizard!

"That's Lord Hardlett, the guardian of my country - a lizard!

But the pouch being cheered on doesn't move.

Ignoring both delightful allies and fallen enemies. I was just looking up at the sky and crying.

"It's time to tell you because you look pathetic"

I speak to Porch and show my forehead with my fingers.

Porch puts tears eyes in the center.

"Well done, Porch. It was just fine."

Pipi got out of the cage just before it crumbled, and he's been on his head ever since.

As we watched away, we immediately realized that when we taught, we kept our mouths shut because Porch was going to come back to normal.

Porch shuddered puffily, restarting Pipi looking important and starting to leap.

And after a few steps, he falls in disappointed and sounds sad.

"... there's blood coming out of your wings."

"How many scales are peeling, too?"

"You've done two toenails."

I don't have the guts to push an injury on my anger-free pouch to fight it.

He's leaving here.

"Well done."

I give a shout out to Porch as he leaves with his legs pulled.

Now control the monster showdown. The morale of your allies is rising.

I want you to show me Eirich and Leopold's command from here on out.

"What's a prisoner doing here!

I hear the anger of an ally soldier from behind.

Prisoner? So Piris got out again.

Yarkoff. I have to kick your ass again.

"I need to stop... what are you, bloodstained"

Anger turns into a voice of surprise.

Looking back, it was Benel who was there.

"Why did you come? I told you not to come to the front because they misunderstand you, didn't I?

Bennell slowly reaches out to me as he walks fluffy.

"How... the sword is stabbed"

I can see that I had a strangely high voice myself.

Benel's belly had a dagger stabbed deep.

Reach out both hands to receive her falling in.

"Agu."

Short shouts and light sounds.

Benel's jaw flips and the blade protrudes from his chest.

"Hey."

A sword was thrown through his back.

Shh. Makes a noise and blood erupts.

At the same time, a woman coming in the armies of her allies ran past me to the enemy line.

I never see a woman, I support Benel who falls.

Blood flowing from a dagger stabbed in the belly is dyeing bright red from the waist down.

A bright red circle forms in the upper body about the blade protruding from the chest.

The mouth exhales blood bubbles every time it moves small.

I can take Bennell in my arms and lie on the ground like we fall together.

I can't even afford to get the word out.

I slap my hand on the sword stabbed from my back, then on the belly dagger as well, but I let it go without doing anything.

It's an awful amount of bleeding. Draw out your sword and spray your blood and you will die instantly.

The sword entering from the back pierces the lungs and the belly sword pierces the liver.

Both are deadly steeples. I've never seen anyone helped by this injury.

Look for Porch, but he's already away somewhere.

I can't even afford to call anymore.

"... kahu"

Bennell takes my hand.

At the same time, blood bubbles erupt from my mouth and hit my cheek.

"What happened?" "Who did it?" That's what you should have heard.

But with this injury, this answer alone could make my life disappear.

"... shut up. The doctor will be here any minute."

I have a calm, calm voice.

I hug Bennell as I say in a voice that's just a little up.

But she shudders her throat with a painful face.

"... but... gu..."

I couldn't tell you not to talk to me like I was desperate.

"... Gu... Gu... Oh, I'm sorry. I was a spy."

"I knew it."

The pretty voice I preferred spins the words weakly.

"But... it was fun. It felt good to be jerked off."

"I was the best, too"

Blonde hair of my choice tickles my nose.

"I spy on you every day."

"Bad woman."

My preferred soft body gradually loses its temperature.

"How could you... ugly... have been stabbed by an ally? I wonder what went wrong."

Tears overflow from her loving eyes.

"I thought about it... I don't know. No"

The last time I smiled I liked it, Benel's head slipped off.

"Thank you for waiting! This is terrible... this is just..."

The doctor Celia called begins to see Benel.

Myra must have gone to get it. I can hear the pounding from afar, too.

I slowly release myself from Bennell. I didn't dare to see my breath or heartbeat.

I have little hope... I can tell by the amount of bleeding even if I am not a doctor.

I stand up and look forward.

"This is the end of a spy."

Exhale big and long.

"War. Of course there will be deception. Maybe it's just a different order."

Wipe the blood on your hands and face with armor.

"I couldn't protect him. It's my fault."

Twice, blink slowly.

"Or some kind of ploy"

I know.

Okay. I can't keep my anger down.

My heart echoes the anger of earlier Porch.

The male root, which had been erecting for several weeks in extension, loses momentum and his head pours in for that amount of blood.

War, victory, my own life. I don't care now.

You killed my woman, the one who liked me, right in front of me.

Where is the person who bumps this anger?

I see a woman coming in the armies of an ally entering the enemy formation.

Be clearly aware of your intention to kill a woman.

I wanted to kill you, even if you were a woman.

The doctor is mouthing Bennell and breathing in.

There's no breath anymore, Bennell says he's going to die.

"Right or did you kill him? Did you kill my woman?"

I'm not going to let anyone hear it.

Words you just say yourself and get mad at yourself.

It slowly stains red in front of me.

Both armies starting to advance, running around, Celia and Myra pulling my arms, all slowing down.

My mouth opens unconsciously.

Air leaks out of my lungs through my throat.

At first he was silent, eventually his throat began to tremble, and when his vision stained completely red, a similar roar erupted into the scream.

The surrounding horses stand in unison, the Warcraft escapes from the enemy formation and Celia and Myra fall.

If this were theatre, you would have shouted, "You killed my beloved Bennell for good. - I won't forgive you. - I will avenge you." But overflowing from my mouth is just a growl.

I don't need words. I don't even need reason. I don't even need to think.

It was the enemy that killed my Bennell. Then kill all enemies.

I was running straight to the enemy.

"Ah, Master Agil! You can't go in there! Ahhh even put the sword down -!!"

Quick, we have to kill our enemies as soon as possible.

I don't think about it, I just move my legs and approach the enemy formation.

"Look, the intelligence department put a plan in place. If it works, Hardlett's troops should protrude or be upset. Prepare for the siege."

"Uhm, then put one spare squad on standby - hey, quick hardlet squad...... no, he's coming in alone!

I heard the enemy, but I don't try to understand.

"You idiot. You've done a great job!

"If blood climbs on your head on the battlefield, it's over!

"Hey round hips...... you're lying!?

In front of the enemy formation, a flying scatterer comes with his sword pointed at him.

Oh, I left my sword and my spear.

One from the left and two from the right.

In red-dyed sight, approaching at a rate like a potato worm.

"Kill them all"

I shrug and squirm.

Grab the arms of the enemy swinging up the upper section, and pull it fast, only your arms will come with a thousand cuts along with the damp sound.

Grab the other throat and I'll pull it over. Soon I'll pull a thousand slices.

At the end, he grabs the sword itself, knocks it straight to his feet and steps on his belly and crushes it.

I killed three people, but the look on the face of the enemy soldiers that follows remains unchanged.

They don't have their eyes and their heads.

It was when the enemy changed his expression or spinning a scream that ripped off the eighth.

Time slows even more and beats dokun like I even remembered my beat from time to time.

"Eight of them finely sliced -!? That's not even two seconds!

"No, you can't! He's not the one who can be sieged in the barracks! I'm not one man! Think of it as one army, form a formation and fight!

The Battalion flees into the enemy formation and the Long Spear Squad pushes forward.

Right, get together. That's easier to do.

I run to my enemies on foot.

Jump in right in front looking at the standing spear grove.

"They're going in!

"Don't lose your strength! You saw me pull a thousand allies with my bare hands!?

Of course, it's not Schwartz, and I can't jump over it with my legs, so I jump into the middle of the spear forest.

In a slow world, the tips loom one after the other.

There's nothing wrong with that.

You can't be stuck with such a slow spear.

A tip that sticks out in alignment, but not strictly simultaneously.

I don't usually know the error, but I can see it clearly now.

Slip your body into a slight gap, or throw a spear-by-spear soldier to forcefully create a gap.

"Hands bare!?

"Something like this... evil... dreams"

Strike through the jaws and stand in front of enemy soldiers.

Now I can finally kill you.

I slap each fist of my hands into another enemy.

I can see that anger gives me an unusual power of dimension.

The fist crushes the enemy's nose, crushing the bones on his face and turning to the inside of his skull, blood popping out of his ear like a fountain.

Between my hands...... I mean, the guy in front of me has to kill me too.

Bite under your chin, pull up your face as you go and chew a thousand pieces of meat up to your forehead.

"Ah, yakuma!!

The sound of playing strings.

Shoot down a flying bolt by folding the enemy's long spear.

"... what? What the fuck happened?

"I didn't see it... but I played the bolt...? We're not even three meters away!

I hear a crossbow again.

Clearly view the flying bolts as they rotate and slap them off.

There is an inevitable bottle, but the stabbing is at the shoulder mouth, so there is no problem.

Dosun and I have a shock on my shoulder but no pain at all.

Anger has completely erased the pain.

"So are you guys."

Throw a long, bi-fold spear.

Those who set up shields and those who tried to prevent them with their own arms are both skewered and desperate.

"Opportunity!"

"Come on!!

Jumping over long spear soldiers, Keesian mercenaries with strange swords make a leap attack.

I stop grasping that sword with my bare hands without dodging it, and once I stop it in the air, I slap it to the ground.

Two sounds of fruit crushing.

Blood erupts from your palms, but if you don't even fly your fingers, there's no obstacle to the fight.

Then comes two giant warcraft with huge noses whether the mercenaries were taking them.

I don't have a moment's hesitation, but I stick the curved sword of a Keesian mercenary with my hands against a giant warcraft.

A nose that is also comparable to steel swings.

It's completely different from what I saw yesterday - it looks like a pendulum clock that's about to break.

It plunges into a straight line without slowing down and slips under a giant warcraft.

The giant warcraft screams and waves up his legs to crush him, but slowly.

Scratch his belly with a sword with both hands as he runs through it.

Running through before a massive amount of organs descend, he steps through and leaps in the face of an astonishing Keesian tuner, shoving two swords into the rear giant warcraft into the left and right eyeballs, respectively.

"If this happens, it's dangerous, but let them out!

A mobile cage opens, and an oak with a stick and a chained collar crawls out in a grumpy mood.

"Especially a frenzied, big oak! Crush them with a single blow."

I run for the oak before the enemy finishes.

People or demons, but what do you know?

Kill all those who get in the way.

Oak swings his stick down at me sticking straight in from the front.

I take that heavy but too slow blow decently.

The eaten teeth burst and the back teeth crumble slightly.

The stick I took with both hands is just as heavy, and I hear the muscles in my hands and feet cut too hard.

I was easily avoided if I wanted to avoid it.

I just... didn't want to spend any extra time. I wanted to kill this guy as soon as possible.

"Will you reach southern Euglia at the minute of the little dirty oak"

I draw the stick to my power.

A giant of oak with more than 3m becomes front-loaded.

"You're not going home alive, either."

I grab the orc's slender ears, assemble them to hang and bite them in the neck.

I don't care about the unpleasant smell of dirt and oil, etc. I stand my thoughtful teeth up and wiggle my neck as a rabid dog roars.

The screaming oak is rampant, but I grab half a thousand broken ears and never leave.

My teeth eat through thick oak skin, scratch the fat apart and eat carotid arteries a thousand times.

Large amounts of blood erupt, and the oak is slaughtered to the fore by holding down his neck muscles as he screams.

Chew the chewed ones a few times before spitting them out.

"Phew."

"Oh, ahhh... I ate and killed the oak"

"It's a monster. I'm not the enemy of people."

My low groaning coincided with enemy soldiers fleeing simultaneously.

Hundreds of people break apart simultaneously.

I haven't killed them all yet. Come back.