Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

The struggle between Johann and Felix was settled with Amelia's intervention.

Around that time, the Palace Army, led by Augusto, was engaged in intense combat with the main unit led by Lara. It is the battle of the Corn Ur plains, which will be later spoken of by the bard.

"Ha ha! The children of the Holy Shore Army! Don't think you can take me with that amount of arms!

A skilled general, Lieutenant Colonel Bacchus, restrains the Saint Shogun's whereabouts as he waves endlessly around the haunted spear "Haunted Road Round" made of multiple strands of thin iron bars. And he that stood up against him sank himself into the earth, whether all of it be slain or slaughtered.

The movement that made the old in the eyes feel false was something only those who had trained for a long time could experience.

"This old man will stick his spear in his face."

At the command of Ten Sho, the five guards stick out their spears simultaneously. Bacchus scratches his leg on the rolling body and breaks his posture, although he scratches it with a brilliant body twist. I was poked through that gap and took a blow from behind, which is a blind spot.

"Ugh..."

"Now!

Guards poking spears all the way here against Bacchus, who stopped moving. Black blood drifts from the stabbing area.

But...

He's not going to die.

Bacchus shows his bloody teeth without falling and laughs at the guards all the time. The guards also forgot that they stabbed him and stared at Bacchus in disgust. In the battlefield, the gap of mind leads straight to death as it is. their lives stripped out. Bacchus mowed them one after the other by swinging the haughty spear down his head.

"This twisted immortal."

Before this incredible sight, the guards step back with a look of awe. Bacchus smacked the tip of the spear handle (yes) to the ground over and over again as he spun his haughty spear in a deranged laugh.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. You see that? The divine figure of Asteria, the god of war, behind me. Even now, Master Asteria gives me strength. He who worships the Citresia of the Crumb God says he's not afraid enough."

"Oh, God of Creation, let me tell you that Sitresia is a scumbag goddess. I don't mind."

It was another ten-member Shang with a thick faith who roughed up his voice. Instruct your men as they spit with an angry look. As they showered their arrows one bow after the other, Bacchus burned his life to the ground with such a creepy grin that it froze his soul.

"My lord, Lieutenant Colonel Bacchus is dead. The troops that led them are all gone."

One conductor appears and makes a pale report under Augusto, who was fully ambushing the guards of the Holy Shogun Army. There are multiple arrows poking deep into his back, and the bleeding continues to dye that body red today. It was clear from anyone's eyes that it was fatal.

"How was his last period?

"Not a single step, not a single step back, was a truly stunning end."

Augusto nodded loudly at the conductor answering with a proud face.

"Right...... good luck reporting. I'll take care of the rest. Take your time."

"Thank you for your concern. Then sweeten to your words..."

That said, the conductor falls and falls quietly. The body, which was slightly raised and lowered, stopped the movement completely. Another brave man scattered on the battlefield.

I'll see you in the underworld soon.

Augusto throws down the blade spilled sword and picks up the sword that is falling beside the man he himself killed. I was familiar with the quality and firmness of being a person of considerable standing.

"You can still go."

Augusto squirming with a strong grip on the pattern also had a mad grin, just like Bacchus.

Two hours had already passed since the battle between the main unit of the Saint Shore Army, led by Lara, and the Palace Army, led by Augusto, began.

Stonian troops turned into madmen don't move one eyebrow root, even if their neighbors are killed. Without retreating, he just moves forward as he kills the enemy in front of him. There's no strategy or tactics there. It's like a beast without intelligence.

Nonetheless, the Saint Shore Army just couldn't hold back the march, or it was completely stopping the move.

(You just said the wall of death. That doesn't collapse with a half-breed attack. Ahhh. I was stepping on it when it ended easy like this......)

A peek at Chirali and his neighbor shows his fifteen-year-old friend staring at the war in a royal manner. With a delicate face, with a slight shade that would only be noticed in Historia.

(Ha...... I have no choice.)

Sighing inside, Historia stepped off the white horse in a magnificent move.

"─ Are you going?

In Lara's inquiry, Historia answers by skipping a two-stroke score on her hips. The two swords, named "Twin Stars", a silver shining sword given to Sofitea, match the Historian style of combat that penetrates deeply into the opponent's pocket, making them shorter blades than normal swords. It is a rare and contemporary delicacy created by Dagan Acyram, one of the best blacksmiths in Shinto Mekia.

"You won't have a choice. We can't ignore this damage if it stays that way. Or will you crush me with Lara's magic? That's the quickest I can do."

Even a wall of death would collapse into one if Lara's magic were exercised. It is the surest and safest way and, more importantly, easier. However, when he shook his head lightly beside him, he said all the same.

"Don't be stupid. This is a great opportunity for all the fools who can't fight without dying their madness."

"A great opportunity?

To the heard Historia, Lara laughs thinly and concurs.

"Oh, it would be a difficult experience for the guards to figure out how to control those people. This is a great opportunity to raise the Saint Shore Army to further heights."

"It's a difficult experience... That's what Lara would say.

Lara's goal is to raise the Saint Xiang Army into Dubedilica's strongest army. It was clear that it was for Sofitea in one way or another, and we knew that it would be futile even if we disagreed.

"Long time no see. And let me see it with these eyes."

Historia let her exhale a great deal against Lara, who raised the edge of her mouth with a nibble.

"Don't you mistake my sword moves for street art? The Governor is very comfortable."

"Words because I trust you?

To Lara, who says it as if it were normal, Historia felt her back itch. I find myself embarrassed, even if I am a friend, only by people who don't usually praise people.

"Yes, sir. You really seem to say things!

Historia shouted to mislead the lighting.

"You can reply once. Double Sword Historia"

Lara has turned her niggling grin once again.

I'm telling you not to call me by that alias.

Say, Historia runs soberly against the wall of death. On a battlefield where anger and hustle blend in, one old soldier who notices Historia rips off a long roll. In contrast, Historia sank her body deep to lick the earth and slipped into the old soldier's pocket as she sent this.

At the same time, he instantly switched the sword in his right hand backwards and tore the carotid artery without having to pull out the side of the old soldier.

……

There's no way he cared about the old soldier spraying up a blood splash at the geyser, and the three men nearby are slashed blindfolded. Kicking up the hand of the first man to poke his sword, the sword detached from the Lord dances in the air.

Plus he aligned his soles with the pattern of swords falling as he swallowed the two remaining slaughters with a light foot judgment, and shoved them straight into the throat of the kickout man.

"Gahhhh."

The man scratches his throat 27615; eventually falls on his back. By then, the two stars had pierced the hearts of the two men simultaneously without giving them time to attack further.

"This woman is hands-on."

Historia felt her voice rising from nowhere and her insane gaze pointed this way at the same time. Historia pulls out both swords without a problem, knocking the blood dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground.

Before one looming Stonian soldier after another, Historia provoked with a light gesture.

"Kill him. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

To them swinging their scores abruptly, if you think of it as a slaughter, a sideburn. If you think of it as poking, Historia cuts down Stonian soldiers one after the other with a sword that is unusual, such as a reverse sword. Backed by genius talent, the sword technique instantly built up a pile of corpses.

"This is pretty much the place."

The insanely dyed soldiers must have just sprung up vigilance in Historia, who stood in front of the corpse in a calm manner. One foot after the other. And it wasn't Historia who missed that gap.

"Now that my legs have stopped, this is a good time! Keep going in there all at once!

Historia holds her finger toward the collapsed corner. The guards resumed their march with a stormy roar.

Thirteen thousand and five thousand.

That Historia wore a hole in the wall of death. And there have been original force differences, and the casualties in the palace army increase with tremendous momentum. No matter how much you lose yourself to madness, the limit is bound to come. Well, if you're an ex-combatant, it's a shame.

Over time it became remarkable, and as the sun leaned greatly west, the trend was also completely inclined toward the Saint Shore Army.

"Phew...... Now my job is done. You can leave the rest to Lara."

Historia sent her gaze in the direction of Lara, with her ravaging palace on her ass.

(Have you finally moved on and left?)

The palace army led by Augusto, reduced to only five hundred men, was completely besieged by the Saint Shoah army. The Imperial Army is laying a defensive line of iron walls. In contrast, the Saint Shore Army gradually shrinks its siege net.

As we continue to hang out with each other, after a while we can make a stretch of road around the corner of the siege net. From there, a chariot pulled by a three-headed black horse appeared. The chariot stood magnificent with his lord, who had hardened himself to gold armor, and a woman with beautiful silver hair he had never seen.

(Is that the commander-in-chief of the enemy, and a woman... if it is a woman or a nation, is it another woman who can unite the army? But no matter how you look at it, you look a lot the same age as the Chief of General Staff of Cecilia...)

While Augusto was surprised by the commander-in-chief too young, the woman was holding her left hand horizontally and issuing an order for a halt.

"Don't ever break the defense."

Confirming that the surviving proximity so far snorts silently, Augusto walks out in front of the tank. The woman glanced at Augusto and stepped out of the tank with a refreshment.

"Looks like you were in command of this unit to investigate. Let's start with the name of the fool who stripped his fangs to Mekia, the god kingdom."

"... my name is Augusto Rambanstein"

When she was prompted to give her name, the woman narrowed her eyes softly.

"Wow. I've never heard of a marshal acting as my lord... it's really funny. My name is Lara Mira Crystal Saint Sho. You can spare me that reckless courage and allow me to see you one-on-one, but what do you do?

Lara's unexpected suggestion is, of course, for Augusto to talk about the ship across. Either way, I thought the only way to overturn the situation was to take the Commander-in-Chief, but I never expected him to make such an offer from me.

The moment Augusto opened his mouth to tell him that he had soon learned, the silver-eyed woman next to Lara opened her mouth as if she were frightened.

"Lara Saint Sho, that just won't be there. How can a story that needs to be ravaged like this lead to a one-on-one story? Absolutely incomprehensible."

"Really? I appreciated this man's willingness to remain a lord. Besides, there's the word" send salt to the enemy. "

"I sent too much to say I did that... Looks like Lara."

With that said, the woman clasped her shoulders and pulled back lightly. As far as that goes, I can see you believing you won't lose one-on-one.

"─ I'm sorry you were in the middle of a conversation. So, what do we do?

Lara, who returned her gaze to Augusto, has asked again.

"As for this one, I don't even wish it... are you sure? He seems confident in his big arms, but he's the one who's gonna shrug his legs."

That was a word out of pure kindness, Lara said, shaking her shoulders wide.

"I see. Some of the Marshal's words might be quite worth listening to. But well, don't guide me. Let me declare that you will not touch my body for a moment."

"... Hmm. That's what people call arrogance."

Saying and putting a sword on the upper part, a glimmer of wind blows through Augusto's body. With her eyes narrowed, Lara stood still without pulling out her sword.

"... are you going to fool me, even if I am a marshal? The lower back sword is not a decoration. Why don't you just pull it out?"

To the words of Augusto, who seeped his quiet anger, but Lara had told him before.

"Yeah, well, I forgot to mention one thing"

"... what?

"I am the Governor in charge of the Holy Shore Army but at the same time I am a magician"

"What ⁉"

"Goodbye."

With that said, Lara returns her heels and proceeds to walk under her own army. As if an august was in a mild mess with his defenseless back and remarks, there was the sound of a dosari and something falling. As I look down, my musculoskeletal arms are rolling with my sword firmly gripped.

"Is this my... arm?

The anomaly continues even further. Until recently, the normal vision has shifted upwards and downwards. What words have I heard as twirls similar to screams rise simultaneously from my own army.

"My magic manipulates the wind to create an invisible blade in the air. That's a merciless blade that even steel instantly turns down. At least for the Marshal. Don't hesitate to take it."

By the end of Lara's words, Augusto's body had collapsed to pieces.