Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

A little back in chronological order. Just before General Bauer, commander on the Zanktogaren side, left by unintentional blow from behind. One demon conductor was running in breathlessly in a front carriage that stopped in a position away from the main unit.

"Ha, ha! Hey, guys! Permission from the General has been granted! Hurry up and get ready to start,...?

The joyful laughter greeted and scratched away by a quiet, stabbing silence. No, that would be an expression lacking in accuracy. No one keeps quiet. There was no such person in the carriage as to return silence. No one was there.

"Elliot or Georg? Hans, where have you been? Guys, how come nobody's here!?

I don't see anyone looking around in a car without lights, even as I call my buddy's name. In his confused ears, he hears the sound of a distant battlefield dried goat. It's like a nerve-wrenching, life-taking voice. At the same time, Stone and I were good at it.

"... what, you ran away"

Leaking out of the edge of my mouth was a voice with a seeping sense of vanity. It is in the midst of a barbaric battle, far from the tranquil environment of the Galerin Academy of Magic. Those in the field of magic martial arts who trained their magic martial arts in order to fight from the beginning do not have to know, they are those who were driven out to coordinate and backward support new weapons. Even the same magician feels differently about the battle. There is no point in trying to escape without enduring tension and fear. It is understandable that there is no impossibility... except whether it is satisfactory or not.

"Heh, heh! You cowards. Our, and the study of the great master, the essence of which is about to be demonstrated, but I didn't expect you to run away without seeing it."

The man leans over to the huge shadow sitting behind the front carriage, cursing himself and his former companions for wandering off with their research results. And anger and excitement - though he wouldn't want to admit it - did the prescribed manipulation with a hand mixed with fear and tension.

Syntax of control spells, confirmation. Subordinate authority, authentication. Startup formula, input.

Two dull lights light up in the panning darkness. From the loose, head-like area, is this eye light? A flaming, radiant swing created by magic that leaks out of the orbit without fitting into the body. The oral cavity opens guttingly and exhales hot and white vapor on autumn cold nights. Alive. It's a creature.

"Hi-ha, hi-ha... I did it, it's a startup success!

The earliest, Zanktogaren trump card that fell into one's own hands. A man laughs spasmodically at the beauty.

"Come on, let's go! Now that the others have escaped, if I use you to name the Medal of War, I will be the best gatekeeper under that gateway!

As I said, I had some faces on my back of my brain. Useless peers who escaped by putting themselves and their teacher's research results. Despicable military men who never showed understanding in their quest for deeper knowledge. That woman who doesn't have a nosy attitude to habits that only deal with drug formulations. And...... a man who still gets a glimpse from his teachers at the habit of only being under his teacher for a year - who is the enemy's commander in this match, Turius Shrounan Ovenil, for whatever reason.

"Look, Professor Grauman... let me show you the name of the Alchemy Department of the Academy of Magic Instruction, all over the continent -"

Its breasts clamor and speed up heartbeat by imagining compliments from a distressed master. Zun and blunt shock thrust through there.

"- Ah?"

Something is growing out of my chest as I drop my gaze as I raise my loose voice between them. Lumps of metal that dwell in a dull glow, lukewarm and wet with a red one. The sword. From his back to his chest contour beyond, the blade of the long sword was piercing through. What a coincidence that is, he shares his taste with Bauer, who was shot with an arrow from behind at the same time. Naturally, he also slowly turned around imitating the example.

There,

"Living blood... life... give it to me..."

The appearance of a white bone monster rattling his jaw without heels and meat. The man has no reason to know, but he just ambushed the Zanktogaren main formation from behind, a demonic unity led by vampires.

"Hey, why... monster, damn...!?

The doubts he vomited with the chunks of blood became his final words. Later all that was left was the undead, the tenacious man who committed the crime;

"- Huh!"

Only unmanipulated weapons that have lost their Wizard, the subject of an activation and subordination contract.

"It" swings down to the monster who killed the manipulative magician as he grabs his own score stored in the carriage. Undressed human shapes, made of bone, were scattered with frost-treading sounds. Not only that, but the momentum cracks the floor of the front carriage and even eats it into the ground beneath it and finally stops.

――――

The bone monster, 'It', which had marked Spartoy, silenced at the same time as the enemy's powerlessness. Do what you have to do, who you have to fight with. And enlighten after a short thought.

What emerges is chilli hostility and some portraits. The residual thought of a man who was his master only for less than a minute from activation. Something like that was burning in the 'it' brain.

Well, I think 'it' exhales a caged breath of enthusiasm. The humans that come to mind - the armies of the enemy nation Arquelle, the ignorant Zanktogaren soldiers, their fellow men who abandoned themselves, and Turius, who made himself the head of the enemy and still continues to be appreciated by his teachers. That is, everything that my operators were hostile to. I was wondering if those were the targets.

He pulled through the score and went outside under the cover as he took it from his shoulder.

"- Huh!!

Wordless growling brings the night back.

At the end of his gaze is a hell of a picture of people and people, people and demons killing each other. When we find in it the presence of the same species as the monster who killed the master, 'it' adds some updates to the list of obliterates. The existence to kill in sight... is everything. Kill them all. The artificial monster, conceived of as an absolute object by a heretical guide, rushed to the battlefield.

And a new calamity breaks into the battlefield.

"Hahahahaha! Emono, taxan, there he is! Wow! Taxan!

The battlefield at night, the girl who led the army of the dead into it laughs.

She - as I echoed Vy's superior mood, the demons of the distribution ravage the armies of both countries as they increase their numbers.

"Brothers... flesh... life... eh!

"Thirsty tu... blood wo...!

"Come Ye... Oh no...!

Spartoy wields the weapon in his hand, Lesser vampires sip blood, and the immaterial Necromancers take their souls. Those who suffer the undead should still be said, there were overwhelmingly many Zanktogaren army men with their backs slammed.

Improvised abandoned pawns, such as zombies created on the far separated side of Arquelle. It's the real monsters in the middle to top of the undead who are attacking Zanktogaren like they're pushing him from behind. It is a monster that boasts beyond man's physical abilities, immortal vitality, and mighty magic. The damage done by those hands is slightly outweighed by what the Al Qaeda army is capable of shooting with little precision.

Most importantly, the girl who manipulates the demons - Vy's power was overwhelming. Shoot him with a bow and arrow, magically wrap him up and kill him, and when he dies, turn him into an undead and add him to the distribution. If an ally dies, an army swells up to the point of death, coming from behind. How powerful the Zanktogaren army is, there is not a single pile in this.

And before their eyes to be pursued, the position of the Arquelle army.

Hate enemies who have killed each other so far are blocking ahead as they flee threatened their lives. Such a situation did not serve to stir up and embarrass hostility towards the Arquel army. They gain momentum and thrust into enemy forces as they flock of sheep being driven away by wolves.

"Come here, Je! Your position! Earthbase!

"Just you guys, hide yourselves in there!!

The soldiers of Zanktogaren cry out a grudge at the Army of Arquelles, who come shooting at all the demons while being defended by the defense base.

But there are no Arquelle soldiers to listen to it. A ceasefire on the verge of the emergence of demons and a joint front against them. It was not the other Zanktogaren army that kicked that suggestion. He may even be attacked by a commander who exposed himself for a call.

There is no reason for them to accept their opponents by being declared war, ambushed, plundered, killed many of their companions, and burned down villages and fields.

"Shoot! Shoot me!"

"Never mind the remnants! More than that, we'll wipe them out. Shoot them!

"Zombie or not, but Zanktogaren! If you don't get a crap full of holes, you won't get up no matter how many corpses you have!

Is it because I retreated from the trenches on the front line and joined the rear that I could afford to stockpile? As it happened here, the fire lines of the Arquelle army were increasing in density.

A flash of gunfire rips the darkness apart, and every time a blossom blooms. 30,000 to 30,000, 25,000, and eventually 20,000. The soldiers of Zanktogaren rapidly reduced their numbers. Took a back by a powerful demon, a thick defensive Arquelle army ahead. In addition, the overall chain of command is unlikely to recover due to the disruptive state of the main force. The armies of the land of the forest and the sperm turn into the crowds of the U.N. while they see, and at the end of the sentence they join the corpse.

And Vui narrowed his eyes and mocked the men who were still discussing each other.

"KHAHAHAHA! Ningen, minik! Hahahahahahahaha!

Ugly ugly, really ugly. Humans are ugly. Envious and jealous of the long-lived species, they hang collars, and even point the spearhead of discrimination at themselves and their compatible children. Kill and take from one another, and the mighty shall trample upon the weak, and the weak shall gather together as ants unto the weaker. At the end of the sentence, even if the demons show up, they can't save them because they can't put a stop to their work. So, you boast that we're primates, just more than any other species? Really makes me laugh. Don't joke, you inferior creatures...

That's how she stopped laughing perfectly the moment she really looked down at the species of humanity from the bottom of her heart.

"... oh mae et al, minik"

A voice leaks from the edge of my mouth that is colder than the night breeze and infected with something worse than a dead odor that can stand in.

Vy was suddenly feeling his feelings cooling.

My head, intoxicated by the excitement of the killing and the scent of blood, sinks into melancholy.

What is it, this boredom? Attacking and killing humans should be the same as in the meantime, but the number of prey you can kill should be out of step, but you should not indulge at all.

Think about it a little. I try to squeeze something close to this feeling out of my mind that is crazy and useless.

Eventually, Vy explored feelings similar to those he now has.

- Out of expectations.

I don't know what to say, this is different. The reaction she wanted from the person she attacked was different from the sight in front of her. What humans should show her isn't the ultimate ugliness as a species like this, is it?

"Ugh...?

Hold your head. I learned a stronger confusion than before in my popped up answer.

Expectations? Do I expect from humans? What the hell? To such a boring race?

With that in mind, I compared the last raid to the battle now taking place.

"... mae, the hoe of, pretty?

I'm starting to feel that way.

I think the thousand or so soldiers I attacked before are "prettier" than soldiers who just dawn on each other on the battlefield right now.

A captain who had begged his men to flee until he was about to die.

The Magic Instructors who burned the undead on each side in tears and the soldiers who martyred on it to keep their escaping allies alive.

Wasn't that more beautiful and brilliant than the people who are feeding under their eyes right now?

What I think of is the countless faces that are illuminated by the flames. Stand ready, give up, those who were never unreasonable in their hearts. The way those things float in the flames, they're really beautiful...

- Unexpectedly, that overlaps with something I can't remember right now.

"Uhhhhhhhh!?

The core of my head hurts.

Vy sits back with his head in his arms to a headache that has suddenly struck him.

"Hey...? Oh, I can't be a jerk... something... important."

An image that cannot be spoken flashes back again and again.

Fire. Bow and arrow. Myself? Man. Girl. Boy. Sword. Streets. Wilderness. Forest. Cave. Old castle. Battle. Demons. City. Inn. Harano. Starry sky. Laughter. Smile. Whose? Who?... balance. Flame. Sword. Flaming sword. Light. Glow. That, that, that's my favorite, our pride, so...

"-Da eyes, properly, I have to think, eagle, me, of... Ugh!

Footage circling in my head with glue. I have no idea what they mean. I'm uncomfortable not knowing. Painful. Sad? Why, sad?

Headaches increase in intensity with fragments of incomprehensible memories and suddenly rising emotions.

"My head, it hurts, I... I was there, I was.... Yikes, Yikes, Yikes!!

Ouch. My head is going to crack. It hurts so much. Maybe it's actually in there. I don't know what to do, no matter how many vampires, if they crack their heads, they could die of boulders. We need to heal quickly. How am I supposed to fix this? Ask him of the clergy to heal - stupid, the clergy is the enemy. An enemy of the undead. Yes, I'm a vampire, so I need to suck blood and heal my injuries and illnesses. I want virgin or virgin clean blood if I can. Yes, the more delicious life blood you drink, the more pain and this discomfort should go away.

... Vampire instincts drive resurrected reason away.

"Aha, haha...... hahaha! Chi! Chi! Chi, no, no, no! Hahahahaha!

With a crazy laugh again, Vy wakes himself up.

Walking flirtatiously, he snorted his nose and searched for the bearer of the fine blood he sought.

Though, walking with his face crooked and his nose rattled by Kushakusha may have been more like a child crying in search of a house than a laughing monster.

Eventually she smelled what she was looking for.

"... smell, Shh! Onna, kiyo, onna!...... Oi, chi!

The source of the smell is the army that my people are ravaging right now, let's go further. I smell it from the armies on the west side, of the fools who keep talking to each other. The fragrance is exquisitely mixed with the sweetness of a feminine and aromatic flower. This was a wild and fascinating fragrance that should rightly be described as the body odor of a war maiden.

If you decide so, you can't do this.

Even if I'm foolishly bluffing here, the owner of the superior living blood dies. Anyway, it's a battlefield. We may be crossed by our fellow undead, or we may be killed by human killing each other. I could suck blood from a corpse, but I wanted to taste it alive anyway. Isn't it better that way?

"Hahaha! Chi! Yoko, yeah!!

She runs as she carves a cracked grin.

All the obstacles were smashed and crushed. Everything is out of the way if you block the way. Eliminates relentlessly that it would be an ally undead, and the human miscellaneous flies like a running carriage.

The girl, corrupted by the monster, ran as she laid a red carpet of blood on the earth. Hopefully, as soon as possible, this suffering will be healed.

... Shortly after she left, the remaining army was swept away by the 'it' that emerged from behind. Both the living and the dead.

How many enemies would I have slashed myself? Elisha Rosmond Barbastle cruises as she slashes and kills the demon leader of the Zanktogaren army just now.

Much time has passed since it was sent to fill the hole in the collapsed front line. The number of people who have now killed will be no more than a hundred or two. To the enemy commander who slaughtered him with this sword, the miscellaneous soldiers who hung him on his horseshoe and crushed him, and this large group of undead - what? Will this enter into the slaughter for killing those who are already dead?

She looked back and screamed, laughing at the thought that wouldn't even poke at her like that.

"Hey, how about eliminating enemy demon mentor troops!?

"Have you roughly cleaned up?!

One of the Kingsguard Second Knights' men returns the report immediately.

There was an urgent need to sweep the situation under this riot, the enemy demon mentor. A new weapon called the Musket has appeared on this battlefield, but magic is still the most fire-powered weapon on this continent. It is not something you can sit back on, such as a situation where enemy troops who have lost sight have such a thing. Not to mention the current Arquel army, whose commander has just been shot and replaced. It would just happen to be a laughable thing if the Dordolan border uncle, who took over command here again, was sacrificed.

So I am delighted to report that enemy forces are losing troublesome firepower. Elisha gave further instructions with a swordswallowing grin.

"All right, well, you're making good progress. Nevertheless, don't make a leak out of it, okay? With only Academy planting, the Magic Instructor of the Zanktogaren Army is powerful inside. Don't let him live alone, cut him off with a stroke!

"Ha!

"And keep your wrapped hands around your neck. It's troublesome for the undead to use their bodies.... but I can't prevent it from becoming a ghost-like spirit."

Especially when I imagined the Undead of the Magic Master. Zombie mages, which can only use low-level magic, are horns, skeleton mages that are only in the previous stages of Rich and highly intelligent, ghosts and raises who maintain their lifetime intelligence on top of simple physical attacks not passing, are demons they want to avoid dealing with while at war.

Regardless, if you keep a full attitude, it's not enough to fear, but it's awkward in the Second Knights right now. The equipment is only for war against man, and we have not brought weapons or anything else that has been baptized to combat the undead. Still, Elisha would have no problem, but being subordinates would be somewhat overloaded.

With that in mind, looking for further enemy shadows,

"... oh, then I'll take care of it. -" O fiery spirit, strike down. Flame Beaut: "

The magic that flew in from an allied position swept away every living enemy soldier around him.

"Flame-based median magic!? Besides, you think it's a chant omission?

Elisha looks back in surprise.

In this battle, there is no Enchanter Squad on the side of Arquel. To the extent that they have added a recruited people to the remaining strength of the Lords' Army, so naturally. With the exception of the slaves under Turius, they seemed oblivious to such a more powerful than median object for as many low-level magic memories as they could remember. Not to mention where it came from, such as the owner of the technique that the chanting omission can shorten the activation time, etc.

The answer to the question came from the position behind him, hiccups and swallowing.

"No, I'm sorry to bother you. We are now back in battle."

A young man like a boy with a sticky smile as he futures a maid who shines a silver collar beside him. The robe was dusty and messy, but from beyond the fabric, countless signs of courtesy leaked slightly.

Be Earl of the Kingdom and Alchemist. And it was the advent of the commander-in-chief of this battle - Turius Shrounan Ovenil.

"The battle is over, more rude than the horse. Are you safe?"

Most of all, I didn't think he was dead or anything like that. He's the kind of guy who keeps living with that Lavalle thing. Is that what you can take from a raw magician or something?

Turius grins deeper.

"Yeah. You're right."

His appearance, which he tried to answer, was swallowed by the flames again.

"... Yay! It's a direct hit! Now we're done!

Far away, the voice of a man who looks like an enemy demon mentor shouts delight.

But the joy would not have lasted ten seconds.

A magical flame disappeared without any effect. What emerged from beneath it was the figure of Turius, who didn't even have a single scorch on his clothes.

"If so, stupid ah!?

"-This is right, because we're just prepared not to scratch one in a raw attack."

That being said, opening the front of the robe with pride brought up some magical brilliance. An exorcised amulet with a protective demon-guided engraved jacket. I can also see the silver light from my shirt. The type of ring bracelet that adorns the arms and fingers has been emitting light since then, not the lighting back of the war.

Are all of them courtesies to protect him?

"The journey. It's safe to be caught in the fall of the Mad Golem.... Can't you get one or so?

Turius smiles blatantly as Elisha smiles at the crossroads.

"Uh? That's a little... It's not for free."

"That's too bad. And that's surprising, huh? As for the alchemist, I thought he lacked magic."

Few have magic, but fewer have excelled in magic enough to manipulate medium magic. Alchemists are mostly magical but scarce in quantity and inferior to talent. Therefore, the smell of alchemy is lower and the alchemist is inferior to other magicians. At least I didn't remember hearing anything else about an alchemist who could use all this power.

"Ha. Well, I'll tell you what, the maximum amount of magic isn't as good as that. For once, we've repaired the attack magic there, but it's not a geisha we've done so many times."

It is an answer that seems to be unavailable. When Turius finished saying it, he took the medicine from his nostrils and put it in the vial and included it in his mouth.

"... after moving all that golem on the boulder. The attack magic is tight"

and swallowing at zero. So his body is filled with new magic. Apparently, it is a kind of psychotropic medicine for magic restoration.

... switch consciousness. While we were having a conversation, the magician who unleashed the present attack had been slashed by his men. Perhaps this would have ousted the enemy demon's guiding power. Organizational resistance itself had also begun to be lost from the entire Zanktogaren army.

"So, what happens to command? If Sir returns, we have a choice to take over from the Dordolan border uncle again."

"I'll stop. Uncle Borderline is going up in the throne more than I am, and he's a better conductor. Biological law is the vegan of injury.... That's why I came to the front line to help him slap me in the ass."

"Ha, Cheng Cheng. Is that how you came forward?

And so on and so forth come the mouth of Douye Schwartzer, who also came kicking open the obvious enemy. In the midst of a fierce battle, he barely returned blood, sustained no scratches, and was slightly perspiring. I once hear of a fairly well-known adventurer, but he is nonetheless an out-of-digit fighter.

"Well. And even though all the Kingsguards are helping me, it doesn't sound good to keep pulling in... [F] O fiery spirit, strike down. Flame Beaut:"

Saying, this time shooting a flame that spreads like a whip on a herd of undead. More than a dozen zombies and skeletons at a time were dazzled by magical flames.

The sight raises a drink from the rear position.

"Look! Lord! The lord is fighting!

"Ho, it's true! Were you safe?

"Whoa, whoa! Long live the kingdom of Arquelle! Long live the lord!

The cheering voices of the soldiers instantly echoed throughout the basin.

The Lord, who broke the offer of a truce and disappeared under enemy attack, appears to be alive. It's also wielding powerful magic on the front lines. It would also be natural for a soldier to have morale if he were shown such a thing.

"Behold, the battle of Lord Turius! Sanctions have been laid against despicable enemies and wicked demons have been seen! That benefactor is your master!

I can even hear Dordolan shouting, for example.

(Cheng Cheng, Uncle Neighborhood is after this...)

In the interest of the odd scourge of demonic intrusion, the fight against Zanktogaren is likely to pick up a win. If so, I will show the soldiers in the scene of the victory stuffing - those who return to the people after this battle, the heroic figure of Turius. I guess that means rubbing my loyalty to the lord again by doing so.

Anyway, war is tough after winning. The active soldier will be rewarded and the family members of the deceased will be paid a sight dance fee. Invest in rebuilding into a war disaster. This Voldan, in particular, is to be burned by enemies - many villages are burned by. Many people will be forced to live a difficult life even after the war. It must not turn into disobedience to the lord.

Therefore, in an attempt to curb it at all, we will take steps to bring our people's hearts to our side.

The boulder is the Dordolan border uncle that keeps the difficult western border of governance. The batter has no shortcomings at all and is suitable for reason.

When Elisha thought so, Uni, who was serving beside Turius, was on his knees making some progress.

"Your husband."

"Hmm? Something?

"Why don't you let the soldiers wave at you?"

"What...? Isn't that a little bruised? Even though it's evil noticeable. Come on."

"Is it? Those who descend are happy to be shown what it is to stand on top. I was wondering if I could buy a great deal of cheer, even if I could just point one gesture at you."

"I wonder if that's what it is... well, if Uni tells you to do that -"

Say, Turius gently raises his hand and shows it to the soldiers in the rear.

As soon as I did, the cheer exploded.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!? My lord! Count ah!!

"Long live our hero! Hooray!!

"Our hero! Long live the immortal hero!!

As the slave maid said, the effect was outstanding. The Commander-in-Chief waves at himself for enduring a long and inferior battle. To the sight, the soldiers were drunk and insane.

It would be a pleasure if those who stand above the effort were recognized after overcoming the bitter situation. They felt that willingness in the manner shown by Turius. Or maybe just an illusion, but a brain in a state of exhaustion and low profile decides it's true. Many humans tend to interpret things conveniently, so even if they assume that, they can't help it.

As for Elisha, it was honestly a difficult thought to bless. This is how they line up now, but Turius Ovenil is essentially their enemy. At least, he wasn't the person in a standing position to be called an ally, not included. Bugs in lions nesting within the state, suspected of being the main culprits of the Wangdu Great Fire and forming new factions in conflict with the centralists.

Even the troublesome opponent is getting the support of the people. I couldn't be pleasant.

The unafraid man points an ambiguous grin at his own soldiers who can take no matter what the phase is.

"Boulder Uni. Effective so far surface…"

"I know this is the work your husband can do for his virtue."

"Ha. Don't lift it too much, I think I'm serious. But..."

Is it my fault? Or is it the shadow created by the swinging lights of the war?

For a moment, Turius' expression is ominously distorted.

"- Immortal hero, right? It's good to have a hero with a rabbit and a horn and immortality."

Creepy signs make my hair all hairy.

Even a woman as bold as Elisha is, she doesn't feel bad. Unexpectedly, I rebuilt the servel in my hand.

... what heavenly dispensation.

The casual behavior saved Elisha.

"I missed it! Mee, I put it on!

The voice of a girl full of distorted joy.

When I wonder if I heard such a voice from the Zanktogaren side, a disturbing wind-cut sound looms at the same time.

"Damn!?

When you wave your sword with total intuition, you feel something stiff in the air. At the same time, the shock hit Elisha enough to paralyze her arm.

I can hear something standing on the ground behind Zakri.

Arrow, is it? Was someone after Elisha with a bow and arrow?

But I can't solve that.

From the feeling of still remaining in the arms with the billies, the archer is a user of a considerable strong bow. Never before in this battlefield have I recollected being relative to such an opponent.

And the aversion to nausea is swelling rapidly from the moment the arrows fly in. I thought you meant the inexperienced atmosphere of Turius, but were you under the sign of this archer? Then what the hell is he that releases such a nasty killer?

I turn to the Zanktogaren army as I feel the sweat transmit through my cheeks.

Immediately thereafter,

"Hey there, there!?

"Ahhhh!? Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With the tragic screams of the enemy soldiers, the formations that were disturbed broke. I didn't break it intentionally. He was able to open his mind with all his might.

The void in the abrupt enemy formation was again filled promptly.

- I've broken through the Zanktogaren army from behind, by the army of nightmares.

"A monster!! The demons are on the front line. Whoa!?

"To, run away! I can't do this anymore!

"Hi, hi, no, no, no!? Or, Mom! Help me, Mom!

The Xanctogallen Army was in a half-dead state due to wear and tear and chaos in the chain of command.

That finally stabs Todome and runs away like he scattered a spider child.

Go where no enemies are. We're going to run away for a place where there are no monsters, no Al Qaeda troops.

After the defeating enemy soldiers, a girl smiles with a bow in her hand at the head of the demonic army. A pranky look with a peppered tongue. It is a way to even admire it as adorable, coupled with a young but neat face. Only if you can ignore the difference between carrying a weapon and carving a curse all over your body and the unclean aliens who stick behind you.

"I put it on, I put it on! Emono, gohan! I put it on!

Neither to the ruined Zanktogaren army, nor to Turius, the general general, nor to Uni or Dooe standing beside them, nor to the other Kingsguard knights.

The girl, undoubtedly a monster, is gazing at Elisha with her hot, moist eyes.

"Undead as it is in its lifetime. Besides, are you obsessed with women crossing unicorns? I don't think so..."

"Vampires, I guess"

Elisha also returned her consent to Turius floating a stinky look - but somewhat swallowing in this situation.

The alien girl answers the two short questions with an unchanging grin.

"Huh! The eagle, the eagle is vey! Vampire's, voi!

Upset also ran to the servant Kingsguard Second Knights for the mundane answers as expected.

Vampire. Vampire. A monster who sips and prolongs human life, prefers virgin virgins and turns them into assaulting families and increases, turning his back on the sun and living eternity. A monster that combines the power of tearing the human body apart like a piece of paper with the magic of putting numerous demons beneath your knees, a wide variety of aliens.

Adventurer Guild's Crusade Rating is B to A. The existence of one of the leading adventurers in the country gathering and partying to see if they can defeat one for the first time. That stands in front of me following countless subordinations. How many more nightmares will there be?

But things slowly accelerate to the bottom of the worst.

"- Whoa!

Something that leaped in as I turned the earth and destroyed objects on the path, raising an anger that was difficult to describe. Both the group of immortals who attacked us and the surviving Zanktogaren soldiers were giants who appeared in the slaughter.

'It' looked human at first glance. But when the soot smoke that was standing in clears up, it also clearly exposes the alien to the starlight.

"Hey, what is this...!?

Alfred, the deputy commander, had forgotten his usual calm and left his upset open.

A body that can reach the moon for three meters. A muscle of the hands and feet that peristallizes as if it were another creature. The face with a textured texture like that of a pearl with both skin and meat on it. Blunt, shining eyes were not reflecting the war, but clearly emitting light in themselves. Overall, a monster who is human-shaped but obviously far from humans.

And the biggest feature is the number of arms. Two pairs of four. It has double the number of ordinary people. On each of them, while carrying one big buster sword that embodies the intent to kill.

"Is this undead too!?

"No, you don't"

It's the uni that answers the screaming voice rather than the question, coolly.

"From the subject you can sense body temperature and positive vitality. An organism."

"But these creatures - no, I've never even seen demons!

"Then someone must have made it."

Turius says it like any other HR, while pointing to the anomaly of the four arms, their breasts. Tattoos were carved there, just like vampire girls. There's just a discrepancy. of a vampire named Vy. That's the kind of tattoo that makes you feel magical, whereas this one has a distinct intent unlike that. What was carved was a symbol indicating an organization.

The crest of two rods intersecting a double-headed raptor in the background. Dooe glanced at it blatantly and disgustingly.

"... Zanktogallen, Galerin Academy of Magic Instruction. The people who attacked us here are paying for it."