Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

The northern edge of the central continent - a world covered in ice on one side.

It is an invincible place where no other than the monster inhabits, and the dwarf existence of man and so on is a world in which nature is so rough that it blows up on wood dust.

In such constant blizzards, there was a group of people who continued to travel between the left and right side of the ice wall.

Purple skin is covered in thick fur, and cold resistance is applied so that the face is not shown again.

Still can't stand it.

Before the storm of nature, even though they were demons, they could never resist.

"Dear Baal...... can't we just leave here yet?

A weak voice struck Baal in the ear as he received a bunch of snow that hit him from before.

"Bear with me now. If you show up here, you won't be able to reach the Spirit Wall.

"But in this blizzard, health is taken away. I can't even satisfy him with the rest because of the fear that if he sleeps, he might die. As it is, it will be wiped out by the time it reaches the Spirit Wall.

To the accusing tabernacle, Baal sighed with mixed disgust.

I glance backwards annoyingly, looking at the soldiers walking in disruption of the line.

Some of them fell and stopped moving as they were.

"Still, there are still about eight thousand left. Enough."

"What do you think the soldiers are, they're not your toys?"

From the moment they found out they abandoned 20,000 troops, the Tabernacles stopped hiding their rebellion against Baal. Naturally, that includes Prince Flaus.

It is within the assumption for Baal.

"Then can you say that you came this far, missed the opportunity, and died in vain against those who have died before?

Baal, who grabbed the chest of the summoning tabernacle, drew his body forcefully.

It wasn't a troublesome main unit but it beat the Fifth Imperial Army.

Thanks to this, we succeeded in separating the main unit led by Prince Serene II from the "Spirit Wall".

In addition, he drew the descendants of the military gods and their children with 20,000 armies and nailed them to that place.

"Five thousand of the twenty thousand soldiers were sent to Silver Castle in advance. Only then will Prince Serene II head that way. If the rest of us can't drop the northern requirements, they'll come together in a leap."

All eyes should be gathered in Silver Castle by now.

No one has seen the "Spirit Wall," and the world will end just by smashing down the walls where security has diminished and overflowing the darkness.

"But... is that so much stuff?" The Spirit Wall and the Spirit. "

"There dwells a" monster "once enclosed by the power of the Spirit." There are many more than just chemicals in the central continent today. "

The unprepared Grants Empire will easily collapse to see what happens if it is unleashed at once. After that, cut off the confused North, and attack other areas to destroy them before they are completely skinless.

"If you're human, there's room for discussion, but they're" monsters. "They'll repeat the massacre without understanding the human language."

"Well then... aren't we harmed too?

"So dedicate the north of Grants to sacrifice, and we will defend only our own territory. All we have to do is drive away the creatures who have weakened Grants and freed the destroyed land."

"The holes in the Spirit Wall will soon be blocked.

The Grand Empire will build a wall of corpses with all its strength.

And then there's the fisherman's interest - beating on both weak sides to take advantage of the delicious.

"Normally fighting won't beat the Grants Great Empire. That's why we have to work something out. You can achieve what would otherwise require 200,000 or 300,000 troops at the expense of just under 30,000 soldiers. What are you hesitating about?

"... are you insane? Are you saying that getting such a hellish world is the grief of our Demons?

He was a bureaucrat with tears in his eyeballs, but the drops freeze instantly at this temperature. Baal grinned with joy as he crushed a chunk of tears at his fingertips.

"The devil clan is not in people - it doesn't hurt my heart to die except for the devil clan"

………………

The tabernacle is silenced.

He looked at Baal with his mouth half-opened, just blind and incredible.

This is why Baal reveals his disgust when he doesn't like mixed blood.

The mixing of non-demonic blood is sprouting a small human heart.

This stuff is definitely not demonic.

According to instinct, killing, committing, snatching, and wanting hell is the essence of the "devil tribe".

"If you don't know, it's still not cute. But now that we're here, you're gonna have to follow me, right?

Until the bottom of hell, One-Lotus Toshio - I'm not allowed to run anymore.

Did the tabernacle realize, he just looked at the devil, dropped his shoulder and stopped walking.

Set aside the tabernacle nestled in the snowstorm, Baal turns forward.

The place of destination was right there. The Devil's Garden was almost there.

At that time...

"What... what?

The words could not be spoken well.

Struck by a shake big enough to rock the ground axis, Baal falls ill and falls to his knees on the ground.

What then rocked the tympanic membrane was the roar.

A spectacular sound struck the Levelling Royal Army, so much so that shocks were transmitted to the body.

Faster than Baal understands, the sight jumps in front of him.

The frontal ice wall collapsed, trying to keep the line from going.

Sudden wind.

White smoke engulfed the area in a flash, and a fierce wind spurting his skin swept past his cheeks. And the same frozen wind hit my back from behind.

Too far from withstanding the strong winds blowing from front to back, several soldiers are blown away.

Baal desperately put his hands on the ground to endure, but the grief of the soldiers echoed constantly.

"Wh, wh, what happened?!?

I tried to squeeze it out of my throat and it was Baal who finally spoke out.

"Ugh!?

It suddenly darkens in front of me, slamming my limbs and ramming like nothing else.

When I peeled off the "thing" that stuck on my face, the numb, creepy feeling made my body tremble.

"Damn, what the hell……………"

It was a shoulder-to-shoulder human arm. What was tangled was clothing wet in blood.

Probably part of a soldier underneath a falling ice cube.

I didn't know you were going to fly to a place like this... it made my head clear.

"Hold on! Survivors gather under me immediately!

Baal desperately abhors his voice as white smoke engulfs the world, but all he hears from around him is a groaning voice, a crying voice, a crying crying for help, and an annoying cry - that voice alone makes the sight of what the situation is so easy to think of in his brain.

"You can't fall here……………."

Baal has no choice but to devise a change of course.

I don't care how much the soldiers are reduced.

I don't mind the total annihilation, but it is only after the destruction of the Spirit Wall. It is unexpected that the total annihilation will occur at this time.

"Once we get the soldiers together, we'll have to get out of here."

In order to boost morale, if there is a village nearby, we allow it to loot and give it a temporary rest.

The rest will be a battle against time, but the eyes of the Grants are still nailed to Silver Castle. Baal decides in a little while.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

Cold cut bodies, more ominous words that freeze your heart and your guts.

Baal cramped his cheeks and circled his neck around him.

Still I don't see any enemy shadows anywhere.

As always, I could only hear the soldiers suffer.

"Damn, he said he had bad vision too..."

Baal's words are interrupted.

Because I saw red sword tracks running into a world of pure white.

Appears and disappears.

When a blurry light emerged like a human soul, it disappeared.

"............... Phew, if you're coming, come. You can't come here and run away."

That is definitely not a human soul. It is a blade that slashes and lays down enemies while depicting an accurate orbit.

I even thought for a moment that you saw the fantasy from the upset, but to the immense power you felt from behind the white smoke, on the contrary, your head calmed down and derived the conclusion that you were the enemy.

"Let's beat him with dignity and destroy the Spirit Wall."

I don't feel as powerful as that boy. Baal decided he could win enough.

Gradually the red light grows larger, swirling around the white world and approaching.

When the sound of a horseshoe sounds, not even a disorder...

- A girl appeared with red hair leaping into the universe.

Baal fell in love with the way he looked.

My heart is drawn to it intensely, like witnessing beautiful paintings.

Returning to sanity was when the flames erupted with tremendous momentum from the red blade.

Baal's face rejoiced in front of an intense heat wave that burned his face.

"Spirit Sword Five Emperors -" I saw you as the Holder of the Flaming Emperor, His Highness Celia Estreya!

Without even avoiding the flaming mass, Baal intercepted him directly from the front.

Squeeze the demon bow failnote and when you condense the magic, pull out the invisible arrow.

If momentum broke through the flame mass, the fierce fire spread around like a meteorite.

In the meantime, Baal launches his next attack, ahead is a horse with a red-haired empress across it.

However -,

"Whew! That's the Holder of the Spirit Sword Five Emperors! Prevent my arrows!

On the verge of an arrow hitting the horse, the blade of the red-haired empress played as if it had cut off its magic.

"How dare you target my beloved horse?

In a bottom-cold voice - with an obvious intent to kill, Liz shot through Baal with a sharp eye.

"Ha, if I were to shoot the general, I would say shoot the horse first!

Baal releases arrows one after the other, not surprised by the look of the red-haired girl playing all of them.

Because such a bending would have been natural if it had been the holder of the Spirit Sword Five Emperors.

"All right, all right, I'll kill you and send your neck to the descendants of the god of war!

I haven't forgotten the humiliation that made me lick the spicy acid. I retreated with a vow of vengeance.

As if to see dust, I will never forgive the descendants of the "military god" who have seen Baal.

Therefore Baal was pleased. Because I thought the opportunity for revenge was ahead of me for the time being.

The opportunity came in front of me. Only then will it reign with joy. I can't stop laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha! But I'll let you live for a while!

"Use her to break down the Spirit Wall.

With the Fire of Fire, "the Fire Emperor" would easily destroy that thick wall.

You don't have to attack from the front. "A trump card that can just break the Spirit Wall - it jumped in itself.

"There's no way you can enjoy it! Heaven has taken my side! He wanted to revive the demons!

"I'm not saying anything that doesn't make sense."

Kicking the saddle of a horse, Liz fleshes out to Baal at an incredible rate.

Baal releases an arrow, avoiding the red sword waved by a large mess by lowering his head slightly.

Many to keep standing, kept letting Liz go to stop her from moving.

"You're as depressing as a fly."

But with a stunt, everything was prevented.

Arrows approaching from the top and bottom are bounced, arrows coming from the left and right are slapped off, and they are attacked even more.

"Ha, that's just great! That's right, Spirit Sword Five Emperor possessor, not a glimmer!

Still, Baal doesn't break his spare attitude, and he just takes off his cold gear, saying it's hot.

He exposed his face and buried "Demon Stone" in his forehead gave off a creepy brilliance.

I can yell when I make those same colored eyes shimmer.

"Let me show you the power of the Demon Clan!

Baal squeezed his magic powers into his hands, compressed them and slammed them to the ground.

A tremendous amount of magic bursts through the earth and the snow begins to thrive.

It coloured the human form - the soldier who looked like a skeleton.

"A snowbone soldier driven by my magic - a force allowed only to the pureblooded demon clan!

One by one, two, five, eight, thirteen, twenty, one by one.

They try to surround Liz and stare at the girl with their prey.

Wiping the sweat floating on his forehead, Baal shaped a niggling and creepy smile.

"" You just need to be able to handle the Flaming Emperor. With only one arm left, there's no problem. "

Baal said bitterly with his shoulders wide up and down as he exhaled his fierce white breath.

Snowbone soldiers consume a lot of magic. That's why I have so much power, but it wasn't just the magic of Baal, the pilot, it was a move that could be described as the sword of the blades that cut down to strength.

"You can't lose here either. More importantly, if I capture you, the problem will go away."

Originally a "Grants soldier guarding the Spirit Wall" move, but if the Sixth Empress Liz gets it, the problem will be solved. I have no problem trying to deplete Baal's magic here.

Liz snorted at the mockery mix against Baal, who had set up such a decisive battle.

"I'm saying something bumpy from earlier, but what's wrong with this!

Liz twists her hips and releases her fists. Snowbone soldiers standing in front of me smashed and scattered.

The movement does not stop further, and when you take a forward bending position with your arms extended, you keep your hands on the ground and turn your back in space. The kick burst as the momentum remained.

Fifty snowbone soldiers appeared around Liz - two disappearing in a flash.

"It's no use. I'll make you scratch it."

With a provocative smile on his face, he flexes his fingers as he stretches his arms to Baal and opens his palms.

Call me - as I declare to smash everything.

"Don't get on with it. Little girl!"

Snowbone soldiers launching simultaneous attacks in the wake of Baal's fury. Baal also runs through the snowfield with additional cover fire.

Avoiding the arrows, smashing the snowbone soldiers, slashing them, playing the arrows, and with unstoppable speed in his eyes, Liz performs a sword dance. In front of that overwhelming martial arts, no matter how magical the snowbone soldier is, in front of her, she is twisted as easily as a baby.

It never means Snowbone soldiers are weak. With the magic of Baal, they had more power than ordinary people. But I'm just talking about Liz being so strong that I don't mean to be more than that.

"Gaaaaaa! You humans, how can you continue to resist!

In the shape of anger Baal keeps releasing arrows of magic, but all of them are struck down by the flames of the Flaming Emperor that Liz wraps around. Snowbone soldiers were down to ten at this time.

"Uh-huh. Besides, it's a waste of magic. You thought you could stop me to this extent?

Squeeze one head, twist the body, and slash the other two by the red blade.

Sometimes he sees a kick, knocks on the sword pattern, destroys his torso, punches his elbow and bounces off his face. A relentless attack - not being human was the other way around.

No hesitation whatsoever. Snowbone soldiers smash and scatter without even taking her seriously.

"... Ha, it's called that guy, it's called this little girl. It's hard to be stupid to be human."

A boiling killer drifts from Baal.

Distantly insulted by a younger girl, she was trying to surrender herself to anger to preserve her self-esteem.

When Liz destroyed the last unity of the Snowbone soldiers,

"Then let's use this place as a death place! I'll make you regret hunting me down!

While the prey was a bow, Liz expressed surprise for a moment at Baal, who had chosen to fight in close proximity.

But soon it will be misty.

He has skilfully unleashed arrows in a quicker motion than earlier. The transparent arrow that plundered my cheeks also feels magical with tremendous resentment.

"Then let's finish it here."

Liz took it head-on and stood.

Liz flashed her sword on the clap as the storm passed overhead and bowed her hips. Avoiding about a half step back, Baal set up a chase at such a speed that his arm was sumptuous that the transparent arrow approached Liz's nose tip.

When Liz crushes the arrow, she kicks through the earth with her strength on both legs.

As massive snow powder rose, the sound of a sword trident scattered across the spark.

Baal plays the red blade with a bow pattern, releasing arrows of magic, ending in vain without giving up, releasing arrows one after another without loosening his hands. The red blade scattered sparks, bouncing, smashing, breaking, and being cut off at incredible speeds.

"Gu, damn..."

The depletion of magic, the use in vain distorts Baal's face bitterly.

Without sympathy for him like that, Liz launches an attack with a cold look.

Eventually, a clear difference began to emerge between the two.

Baal couldn't keep up with Liz's speed.

He was slashed in the arm, his hand pierced, his leg severed, and his flank was chopped off.

Sprinkling blood, clotting blood in extremely cold land doesn't stop Baal.

He was desperately trying to devour Liz to fulfill the Devil's ideals.

"Oh, oh, I can't lose, I can't lose!

Baal leaping backwards squeezes the strings in angry shapes.

The magic of what was, gathers, condenses, and draws a disastrous mass.

But...

"It's over."

With ruthless words, Baal saw an angel coming down from the sky.

In an extremely cold land, yet the sun floating in heaven does not lose its brilliance.

There is no such discrimination as demonic or human race there. He keeps illuminating the earth with plenty of light.

"Oh......"

Baal reached out so that he could be in love...

- They pierced my throat.

"Gu - Bup!?"

In her darkening vision, Baal stared only at the brilliance of the sun.

Extremely tremble your body to the sensation of gradual loss of power from your limbs

With the fear of his life disappearing, the smell of iron rust shoved down his throat fills his lungs.

He was unable to breathe, suffered from algae scratching, grieved for oxygen, and Baal silenced.

…………

It was a baal that was severely cramped, but it stopped moving over time.

Liz said, "Pulling the Flaming Emperor out of Baal's throat, he ascertains what's going on around him.

It was about to come to an end.

The "demons" accompanied by reckless marches are buried in the snowfields.

Around them, Grants soldiers rushed around, slashing down those who continued to resist.

The number of 10,000 devastates only 3,000 against them. "The demons were deprived of their strength by the snowstorm, fighting fears that could never end, and finally died without being able to resist.

Winning was a natural result.

"Let's go home"

Pulling his horse's reins, Liz jumped on the saddle.

If we don't get out of this place soon, we'll have the same ending as them.

Not if you're immersed in sadness.

After this, the task of recapturing the leveling kingdom awaits.

I can't imagine resisting until I've lost the man who asks for instructions and continues to occupy the king's capital.

If Claudia shows up, the people will open the gates.

Princess - No, we should welcome the return of the new queen.