That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal is at random late at night, looking around the whole empire.

It boasts such a huge area that you don't know how long it will take in the normal way of traveling, but it's no big deal if he even cares about it.

Using a mobility technique known as shadowing, you can come and go across the entire empire in one second.

If you try to carefully check for anomalies, you'll need about five seconds more, but still it won't change your insane speed.

It was a wasteland with nothing to the southeast of the Empire that he stopped feeling uncomfortable.

"Who?

"Really? I thought you'd notice my presence. It's a pretty good perception for the inferior creatures of the earth."

What appeared in response to Bal's enquiry was a foreign form with dark, sucking black skin and three pure and white horns.

The eight wings of the same colour as the skin were badly spread, and the eyes had a more subtle red colour than the blood.

He's about twenty centimeters taller than him, so he's probably a hundred and nineteen centimeters taller.

It is not an ordinary being, no matter how you look at it, to be unleashing cold, disastrous magic that reminds you of a snowstorm.

"Are you a demon people?

"I don't know."

I admit the anomaly is light on Bal's words.

"Don't take a slightly better view of inferior organisms. I'll give you special mercy. Name it."

"No, you're not as good as a name."

When he answers, the anomaly moves his picky, shitty shoulders.

"You're still a fool and an imbecile trying to shield me from the inferior creatures who live on weak ground."

The anomaly laughs.

It was a brutal grin, like a delightful glimpse of a small animal falling into a pond.

From his point of view Bal is nothing but a feeble creature in a cape, hood and mask.

"Shouldn't that be your name first?

Bal asks calmly, the alien laughs out holding his belly.

"Ha ha. Is that a dull, moronic, inferior creature fluent? Only those who are killed will be named in the demon kingdom. Fine, I'll have to reward you for making me laugh. I'm Gevartu. Marshal who can control the wooden ends of the demon kingdom. Hey, what's up? You can tremble in despair and beg for your life, okay?

"... Marshal of the Demonic Realm. You're equal to the chief who once invaded the earth."

The anomaly, named Gevardu, gives a nod to his words.

"Oh. Well, time went differently between the earthly and demonic worlds.... I'll reward you for remembering that. The Marshal who once attacked this world and his regiment are the weakest. He was the weakest of the nine marshals and the weakest army."

I deepened my mockery where I said that.

"Understand, you inferior creature? That your opponent, who gained his whole life from the Ninth Death, was only the lower end of us."

"Nine marshals... if we finish you here, we'll cut you down to seven."

Bal thinks calmly and positively only.

His such attitude crippled Gevardu's eclampsia.

"The inferior creature will defeat me? You don't have a million troops, you don't have heavenly protective weapons, you have a single insect flair? If you've gone crazy with fear and despair, I'll forgive you, okay?

Still, I didn't get angry because I decided that Bal didn't understand the difference in power from me.

For Gevartu, all the creatures of the terrestrial world were miscellaneous fish that were not enough to take, and he didn't feel the need to be vigilant or anything.

That is why I am here alone.

"Because of this, I'd like to hear it. If the Marshal falls, what happens to your regiment?

"... you want to make it an underwater souvenir? Fine. In that case, it will be about who will reintegrate into which regiment. I guess it won't be decided soon. In fact, it took a while when Gregor's guy fell down."

He answered Bal's question with discipline.

He thinks that Gregor is probably the marshal he's attacked a long time ago.

"Which means if I take you down, I'll buy you some time."

Gevartu shudders his shoulders when he hears Bal's words.

"Kukuku...... come on!! Like you!! Loser creature!! To this gevartu!! I think we can win!!!

He suddenly began to get angry when he thought he had laughed.

"I think."

If Bal says it without feeling it, Gevartu's whole body turns red.

"I tried to keep you alive as a messenger to despair of inferior creatures, but stop!! Let's kill him!! Brutally and cruelly, die in despair!!!

Towards the Marshal of the Flirting Demonic Realm, Bal emits more than a thousand bullets of light from his left hand.

Normally, it was destructive enough to halve about one of the cities, but Gevartu stops it with only his left hand.

"Hmm? Can you give me a speed of lightning? I don't think they're inferior."

They touched one end of Bal's power to regain calm.

"But like Thunder Speed, all Marshals can get it out!!

Gevartu packs the distance at the speed of words and rains punches with both hands.

But contrary to his expectations, everything cut off the sky.

"What?"

Thousands of light bullets are showered from behind the marshal of the amazing demonic realm.

"This one."

The shock of running all over his body irritated Gevartu.

It's nothing but humiliation to be attacked with a light-backed opponent who decides to be inferior.

"Get lost, bugs!!!

Angry Gevartu opens his mouth and shoots a giant light sphere that shines blue.

(Dude, if I avoid this, it's going to be scorched earth for about five minutes in the city)

Bal anticipates the power of an enemy attack and chooses to intercept.

Around him is a wasteland, but beyond his back there is a city.

"Emperor of Light."

A beam of blinding light emanates from his hands, greatly shredding Gevartu's light sphere.

Some of them directly hit Bal's body without being able to completely offset it.

"Don't be surprised."

Gevartu regains calm once again that the power of his martial arts has almost been wiped out.

Bal, on the other hand, was shocked that the mask broke and the hood disappeared.

"My hood and mask..."

"Huh? So the hood and mask were actually heavenly gear? It's only natural to despair when it's destroyed."

Look at his reaction. Gevartu wins proudly.

I mistakenly assumed that Bal was able to fight himself because of reinforcements with his gear.

"Do I have to get them to make it again..."

"Huh? Say again? You don't have tomorrow. Die here!

Gevartu is convinced of his victory and packs his distance.

His left half was disappearing shortly afterwards.

"............... what, what?

You can think about what happened to you without dying instantly, because you are a people of a highly vital demonic world.

"Hmm, I knew it would be hard to fine-tune without a limiter"

"Ri, limiter......?

Gepartou listens back to Bal's words, which he says with a troubled face.

Wasn't a limiter a device for limiting force?

"Is the Marshal of the Demonic Realm about the same as me with a limiter? I got good information."

Bal stabs Gevartu in the stomach as he says pale.