The sun tilts and stretches as three black shadows draw three lines in a quiet meadow stained with cedar.
The identity of the black shadow are three men dressed in a sneaky costume of full body blackness.
They all gave birth to similar cat ears at the top of their heads, and from the way they made long tails leap to the left and right let them see that they were cat people, but all of them deviated greatly from the peculiarity of the species that they were small and skinny.
It is easy to know that a man with a giant body - whose height exceeds two meters and thirty - who is at the forefront in scratching tall grass leaves and running at unusual speeds, is not in line from the way that a horse pushes unmistakably through the meadow at such a rate as to become diseased.
Eventually, when the meadow ahead of them disappeared, a vast field of wheat opened in front of them.
But still, they don't stop their legs, they try to break through that field and run away.
An unexpected wind blew through the wheat fields on one side of the perimeter, and a slight odor reached the nose of the men in the wind where the wheat ho was fiercely swept.
While it still took a little distance to reach the destination they aspired to, they were sensitive to the identity of an unusual odor drifting from beyond in the nose of an olfactory beast man.
Lord Goemon.
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When one man calls out to the leading giant man with a diseased but alarming voice, the man called Goemon leans forward with a sharp gaze, silently and smallly agreeing to that voice.
It was the smell of the battlefield that was carried in the wind - in addition to the unique smell of fire, iron and blood, where the smell of starchy death mixed with color.
The smell is peculiar to those who are opposite the living.
But their feet never stop, and they push straight through the vast fields of wheat.
Eventually the king's capital of Delfrent, this country, the destination they aspire to, appeared behind their sights.
Tall city walls that would have been built to protect the city from external enemies. It crumbles everywhere unbroken, and the smoke that seems to stem from several muscles of fire from all over the city that spreads behind it is rising into the sky stained with the sun.
There is still a distance from the city, but Goemon's leg, which was running the lead, slowly stopped.
The two who followed suit also stopped and glanced at the state of the city.
Their eyes, better in physical ability than those of the people, were far away, capturing the presence of a small claw near the city walls.
The two men who refrain behind Goemon were also among the sharply numbered of the Blade Heart (Jinsin) clan, but breath is passed on to the overwhelming sight that spreads before them.
"... That's quite a few"
Goemon leaked a low, grunting voice and looked around at Delfrent's King's Capital, which became like a battlefield trail spreading in front of him - a spectacular army of spiders who were alien creatures with countless immortal (undead) soldiers around it.
The number exceeds the number of tens of thousands, even if it appears just outside the city walls of the king's capital.
However, the movement of the immortal (undead) from here is generally slow, with no significant movement visible.
From that, it appears that the Wang capital has already fallen and the trend of battle has been decided.
But if we just destroy the city, the Immortals (undead) will move to the next destination and show movement, but if we don't see that happening, we will be occupying the city for some purpose.
Because it is the king's capital of a country, the size of the city is quite large, and the number of inhabitants who lived in it rises considerably, so it may not have reached full control yet.
And if you think of the whereabouts of the immortals (undead) of the great army, such as what the undead (undead) who occupied the king's capital would do with the remaining inhabitants, you can imagine the answer.
It is a desperate event for the inhabitants of the King's capital, but for the Goemons it is only one of the cities of perhaps the Hilk people who were obsessed with eliminating the Beasts and the Elves.
I don't really think the upside that is happening in front of them is reasonable for them, but I was sure that there was no more anger or pity than when the people burned the inside of my countrymen.
And most importantly, it was impossible for the three of us here alone to crack things down on the tens of thousands of undead (undead) who would currently occupy the Wang capital.
If they have enough power to stop it, they can only act foolishly like watching their enemies multiply like this, but they can only remember the status quo now.
He was the three of them who were crushing observation of the King's Capital in that, but one of them noticed something strange and tried to point it at him and spoke to Goemon.
Lord Goemon, give me that.
Goemon's gaze on the voice goes to the point where the man's fingers point.
At the end of his gaze, he caught sight of one tiny figure standing pompously where the guards usually stood at the outpost, the top of the city wall of the collapsed King's Capital.
There was a considerable distance between where the Goemons stood and the city walls of the Wang capital, and even their eyes could not tell a solid face, but it was like a boy.
At first, I thought it might be the survival of the inhabitants of the Wang capital, but the immortals (undead) beneath the city walls showed no particular reaction, even though the boy would be visible.
Wondering about it, he accidentally interacted with the Goemons, whose gaze stood far away - with such indications that Goemons reflexively frowned and reacted to stare back at the other boy far away.
The next moment, a boy standing on the city wall suddenly jumped off the spot.
There were three people who could not hide the signs of surprise in the boy's sudden actions, but they soon became aware that it was no such thing as throwing themselves.
The height of the city wall would be well over ten meters. From that height, the boy landed and showed it as if nothing had happened, and even jumped from it and rushed out.
The move didn't even look like a bouncing bug from a distance, but it's something that looked like a boy doing it.
It truly tells the story that the person you are seeing is not a person or something.
"Lord Goemon, what the hell is that..."
As one of his men asked in a spooky voice, Goemon himself narrowed his eyes to keep an eye on those in the shape of those making that unusual move.
Something about that boy looking like he was going to jump comes running at a tremendous rate looking straight at this one - Goemon turning his back on such a sight turns his gaze to the two who were holding back behind him.
"Back...... meeting place as planned, adjourned"
At the same time as the words of Goemon, the two men nodded and rushed in each direction, and their backs quickly vanished into the sea of wheat ho.
Once Goemon looked back at it, he glanced at the thing that looked like a suddenly approaching boy and ran out in a different direction from the two who disappeared earlier.
Eventually the sky that was stained with the darkness set the light of day to the horizon, and Goemon's figure had vanished into the squiggle of that night in just a blink as the book of nights turned the darkness around him into the dark night.
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Rione, the king's capital, which was the heart of the kingdom of Del Frent, a huge city dominated by silence as if it had killed his breath, had now been transformed into a city of dead spirits where countless immortals (undead) would walk wide.
At this time, when it was still a night out in the usual Wang capital, many people wandered the city in search of alcohol and entertainment, and the lively atmosphere should have overflowed the city.
But now countless armored, immortal (undead) soldiers roam the city, sounding the sound of trampling an inert, inorganic street, lurking their breath and searching for the few remaining creatures to hide.
Throughout the city, the burning of houses attributed to fire lit up the king's capital, which became a city of spooky dead spirits with red flames that lit up the whole city setting in the darkness at night.
Such a city centre where alien monsters and others like giant spiders and people hang together.
In the middle of the Great Square, which is usually a resting place for the residents, the scrap material of the collapsed house is piled up and the fire set off, shaking as if the fire columns that illuminate the surroundings red drive away the lights of the stars shining in the night sky.
Next to that, the remains that would once have been the inhabitants of this city were piled up as mountains.
If you are a normal person, you will pile up even more of the remains of the inhabitants that Spider-Man, the alien monster wandering there, carried from each side.
There was no such thing as obsession with the living as an instinct as the original immortal (undead), or paranoia, but a creepy figure that was inexperienced to the people who lived in the land, moving to do the work in a monotonous fashion.
And one next to the mountain of carcasses carried one after the other, there was the appearance that the different beings of the wind were somehow silent in their work than the aliens walking wide around.
He has a sceptre in his hands that shows the authority of a brilliantly decorated bearer, and is surrounded by a sumptuous coat of law that is more luxurious than a Hilk priest or anything else, and a face cloth that has been draped to cover and conceal his face.
From a distance, the figure is of a high priest, and it also appears as if he is praying to God to break his knee again and again in front of a pile of corpses.
But it soon became clear that his work was not a prayer to God.
Cobbling with the patterned buttocks of the sceptre in his left hand, he dedicates to his right hand a blackening little stone that emits a disastrous aura, placing it in the unity of a pile of built corpses.
Then a stone that emits a disastrous aura from the hands of a creepy clergyman floats into the universe, allowing it to slip without sound and be sucked into the body of a corpse.
It signaled that the previously untold corpse was suddenly spasmodic like a toy wrapped around a strip (Zenmai), and then he woke up and showed himself on the spot.
At first glance the sight of a miraculous resurrection with healing or resuscitation magic - but not in the eyes of a risen or former inhabitant as if he were alive, and when he starts walking in slow motion with his white, cloudy, vain eyes, he jumps without any hesitation into a large bonfire placed in the center of the square.
That's how your whole body starts to burn in flames and the unpleasant smell of meat cooking around you begins to rise.
Eventually his whole body was burned, and when he appeared out of the flames again in slow steps, the burnt flesh fell to the cobblestone, and the undead (undead), whose whole body was only boned, was exposed to it.
And it was created one after the other by the pale work of the clergy, and a queue of immortals (undead) formed in the Great Square that instantly became a full-body skeleton burned in flames.
"Phew, the fact that all the Miscellaneous Soldier units also have to be increased in number by hand is a really annoying specification"
So the priest of the face cloth, who had produced one immortal (undead) after the other, looked up to look up and look at the pile of corpses that were still piled up high beside him.
The culprit unleashed an international discoloration in the heart of the King's capital Lyone, transformed into the city of the dead, creating the current King's capital.
It is Hilkism - and its supreme leader, Pope Tanatos Silviwes Hilk - who has so much influence over the nation of the peoples of the North.
Occasionally, when the face cloth of Pope Tanatos was stirred by the wind, wrapped in a large rising flame airflow, from beneath it he was giving a peek at the face of the faint that lit the red soul in the dark orbit, not that of a man's face.
When he accidentally circled its neck as if Pope Tanatos had perceived any signs, one boy appeared more than the darkness of the Great Square.
In a place where literally all the monsters mesh together, the appearance is too floating.
The blonde, blue-eyed, well-faced boy did not dwell on the surrounding scenery, and walked straight into front of Pope Tanatos, who stood in the Great Square, breaking his knee and drooling his head (like this) on the spot.
"I'm sorry, Master Tanatos. We found and tracked three people in the suburbs, but our goal was to split them up and allow them to escape."
When the boy uttered a polite apology in a high voice worthy of appearance, Pope Tanatos showed such a boy by shaking his head (wearing it) quietly after a small nod back.
"I don't mind, Tismo. The kingdom of Del Frent does not interact with the Beasts, and even if we let those three escape, we will not be told what's going on here by the Nation of Man."
That being said, Pope Tanatos sounded a lowly voice from the back of the cavity lined with peeled teeth.
In fact, the three surrounding countries of the Hilk nation have been heavily influenced by the doctrine of the Church in recent decades, turning them into countries that actively exclude the Elves and the Beasts.
His species were born with a sense of smell that distinguished the immortal (undead) and were only disturbing in the Pope's accumulation of his power. For this reason, when he took over the Hilk nation, he came under increased pressure, both domestically and internationally, to make aggressive exclusions.
What was the lord of their settlement hiding in the mountains was burned down, and they lived there, processed into the faithful me and the undead (undead) as much as possible by the Pope's hand, and turned me into his precious pawn.
In order to secure the number of troops and boost their power, they have scratched the bodies that become the bodies of the immortal (undead), secured the core Demon Stones and Demon Crystal Stones, and produced the weapons they possess.
That total of millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of millions and millions of millions and millions of millions and millions of millions of millions and millions of millions of millions and millions of millions of millions of millions and millions of millions of millions and millions of millions of millions of millions of millions
But that's for today too.
Pope Tanatos sees in front of him Cardinal Tismo Gula Temperantia, who is only a looking boy, one of the seven cardinals with the most powerful powers.
"I will build as many soldiers as I can within the present. I ask you to remain on perimeter alert and eliminate anyone who gets in the way. This one's still going to take a while."
"Yes, sir."
Once deeply thanked, Cardinal Tismo quietly walked away from the Great Square with some spidermen who were around him.
Staring at his back like that, Pope Tanatos quietly trembles his mandible, echoing the creepy, squeaky voice that leaks out of its back.
"Finally this boring time is over... don't let this afterlife be your last game"
When Pope Tanatos finished saying that with some emotion, he began again to work silently on the production of the immortal (undead).