Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

In the book I read, this is how Harmeln was described.

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None of the less intelligent demons have a more pernicious nature than Hermeln.

It is assumed that the child's shadow or the appearance of a black circle is often taken.

Basically, the devil specializes in manipulating the ecology of warcraft, but among them, Hermeln specializes in it.

The scariest thing is to command the Warcraft and use fog to ambush the adventurers.

The use of demons for war purposes between humans is implicitly contraindicated in every country.

That is due in large part to the presence of Hermeln.

Because with Hermeln, individuals can easily create comparable forces of war to the nation, using the warcraft lurking in its land.

The raid on Fort Aspida is an example of what has made the whole world widely known about it.

(Quote: "Demons and History" by Volk Folklore)

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A child's shadow, a circular figure.

The appearance of the devil floating and laughing in the universe is perfectly consistent with the description seen in the book.

And fog, the mediator of the conjunction of perceived alienation.

Definitely think of it as Hermeln.

A rare demon has emerged.

"Shoot me, shoot me! Drop that creep on the ground!

An arrow storm flies in Harmeln.

After the arrow hit him, Harmeln moved heavily as he whirled through the fog, wondering if he had deliberately stretched his tongue wide, returning to its original circular shape in another position.

"হ া ি হ া - (Caha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha)"

He then spits out the remains of the arrows from inside his mouth.

"It's not working, dude!

"The enemy is one and only! Don't be frightened, keep shooting!

No, it's my prediction, it's time to come.

I, Hermeln, ignored it for now and looked around.

In the fog, a large number of warcraft shadows emerged.

"Gah!" "Gah, gah!

"Grrrr!"

"Bugoo, bugooooooo!

What emerged from the fog was a crowd of nearly a hundred warcraft.

It was completely surrounded.

Hobgoblin, oak, garm.

There is a wide array of Warcraft in the middle class and above.

Behind them you can see the shadow of an even greater warcraft.

"Grrr!"

Red bears or poisonous colored giant bears.

If you think it doesn't look familiar, it would be a rare or mutant species.

Much more than expected.

Whatever it is, it's too big.

Were you bothering to ambush such a less popular place?

Hermeln himself shouldn't have that much intelligence in the first place.

I just think I knew the private army was going through here.

We aimed this assembly point at the pinpoint, and on the contrary, we were waiting for all units to arrive.

Why is that?

I can only assume that the aim is to drive the private army into a state of devastation.

Positioning a weak warcraft on the route of progression, even possibly inviting the alarm of a private army.

I cannot imitate this if I do not know in advance the plan for the drawdown of the Warcraft, the total number of mobilizations.

Without a doubt, there are spiritual users who are using Hermeln.

And that being so blatant means that you think your presence can be exposed to the face of a private army.

I mean, that means not a single one is willing to go home.

It is also evident from the fact that we have taken the Warcraft and surrounded it here, along the cliff walls and with few surfaces.

"হ া ি হ া - (Caha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha)"

As if to affirm my thoughts, Hermeln makes a caged laugh of innocence and cruelty.

"I knew someone was after you..."

The question remains, but if I think about it, I can also explain that it continued to be as disastrous as this.

It was likely artificially caused.

That would narrow the suspect down considerably... but I can't afford to be thinking about that right now.

"Why, why are you doing this! Until I got here, there was no sign of the Warcraft at all!

"I can't! Let's get out of here!

"Ho, is there anything thin about the siege! Break it and run."

"You don't even have a horse! There's no way you can do this, idiot!

"Then what are we going to do!

The crew were completely panicked.

I've never seen such a number of warcraft before in my life.

I kicked the Ashla 5000 I was riding myself and landed behind.

"Go, Ashra 5000!

Ashla 5000 went in a straight line, shaking six arms.

Crush Garm's jaw, which has bitten him, and crush him from one end as he wraps his hobgoblins around him with his arms.

Pushing into the middle of the enemy, he spun at high speed with his arms extended.

He is turning around at high speeds, but grabbing the demon that is accurately approaching him and winding him into rotation, mincing him.

It ravaged a herd of warcraft and drilled an oversized hole in the siege net.

Blood and the remains of the Warcraft splash around.

"আ ম ি (Give Me) দ ে ব ত া (With God) প ্ র শ ং া (Worship)"

Finally, I let my thoughts fly from the Ashla 5000.

The Warcraft turn a strong hostility to the Ashra 5000.

Many warcraft can understand spiritual language while thin.

The magnificent words of the Ashla 5000 should stir up hostility in a good way.

"What the hell is that!

"... angel?

"Which is not the devil..."

"No, no! That godliness is God! Definitely!"

"Oh, me, is that gonna help?

"... isn't that the vehicle that the guy who defeated Nargarn was on?

The crew, who were horrified, were regaining their calm when they saw the chance to win.

Eurice stood pale, but looked at the crew around him, slapping himself on the cheek and tightening his expression.

"General, continue with that puppet doll! All right, run away, they'll just catch up and kill you! Cover the puppets!

... No, I'd appreciate it if you'd step back.

"It follows God!

"Whoa, whoa!

"When this battle is over, I decide to leave Phage territory and go home to my wife! They're supposed to have kids, too! You're not gonna die in here yet. Whoa!

The excited crew, who had not yet panicked out, followed Eurice's instructions without any doubt and went after Ashra 5000 with a roar.

I feel somewhat more alive than usual, thanks to my admiration.

This authem will be satisfied with fulfilling my lifelong grief.

"Wow!

Screaming from the rear.

A soldier, tangled with the long tongue of a warcraft, was screaming.

"Vee, vee!"

It's the Great King Forg, a warcraft with blue-green mucosal skin.

Compared to a regular forg being a large dog size, the Great King forg has an elephant-coarse body.

The range of the tongue can be up to ten meters or more.

"ব া ত া (Wind) ফ ল ক (Elephant the Blade)"

When I point my wand at it, the wind turns into a big blade and goes straight ahead.

Cut off the long tongue and at the same time divide the body of the Great Forg up and down.

He also severed the other warcraft that was standing behind him, leaving a great scar on the ground to raise the earthen smoke.

"Agoo!

A squad member freed from his tongue was thrown out, crawling belly-up near me and falling.

It was Clark.

Clark was full of dirt and mucus.

He looks up at me with his mouth full.

... by chance, but you could pay me back for once.

You won't even be stuck next time.

"... at this rate, we can't afford to give priority to Hermeln."

Like the Great Forg, there are also warcraft with ranged attacks.

If we give priority to Harmeln, it will be while more victims by the Warcraft.

Even if I try to scratch it up with witchcraft, now that all the crew are scattered, I really get caught up in it.

"Can you minimize the damage by looking at gaps and disabling Harmeln while sharpening the Warcraft"

I dance the universe whirling around, staring at Hermeln.

"হ া ি হ া - (Caha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha) হ া হ া - (Haha)"

Harmeln had an intriguingly big eye on me.