That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Beyond the sea of empires.

On the border of France on the northern continent, Sole happened.

At night, the grasshoppers also snuck into the city, sleeping in a black shadow.

"Ground...... annoying...... carrot...... jealous......"

The black cunt enters one house and covers himself with a sleeping man.

The man was desperate without even raising his voice.

And I open my eyes with a bloody face.

The color of my eyes, which should have been blue in my lifetime, was red and black and cloudy.

"Nakama... Nakama... Fumble... Fumble..."

I nod to the instructions of the black cunt and lean over my wife sleeping next to me.

The screams around the agony were small.

Blackie leaves the house on the instructions that came in, and enters another house.

Repeating the same thing over and over again, Xu increases the number of his people.

"Chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi..."

By the dawn of the night, many people in the city had red and black cloudy eyes unlike those of their lifetime.

The black cunt goes outside and talks somewhere.

"Captain... Mei Lei... Yay..."

"Well done. Next. The goal is four cities."

The voice of the man called the captain of the regiment was clear.

"Pleasant...... next, next"

The black jaws travel slowly as they lurk in the shadows.

It was [the demonic realm] where the black cunt was communicating.

"Captain Hilgen. You think this is gonna work?

"I don't know. I don't know, you're trying."

The anomaly, called Captain Hilgen, answers to his colleagues.

They are an aggressive faction in the ground invasion.

Originally they were mainstream, but since Marshal Gevardu perished after losing to someone on the ground, they were reversed by the prudential.

The fact that the ground invasion is their grief is consistent with both factions.

It would be more appropriate to say that you are a faction that wants to attack now and that you should see enough of the time before moving.

"As a result of gathering fragmented information, the people of the earth only have some prominent power"

"Then why don't we just attack?

"If you clash decently with the protruding ones, the damage is enormous. The Marshal is the one to lose. We'll be killed instantly."

The opponent shut up about Hilgen's words.

The demonic realm is a power supremacy whose sequence is determined entirely by strength.

The opinion that operational planning capacity should also be taken into account has been ignored every time it is proposed.

I think to myself that Hilgen would have been a general if his ability to plan operations were to be taken into account.

"So first we send in infectious and erosive types of miscellaneous soldiers. Twitching shreds the power of the country. The people of the earth cannot but drink and eat, no matter how strong. The weaker the country, the weaker they become."

"That's far-fetched. It's an M.O. that the prudents seem to prefer."

Hilgen nods to the other person's point.

He was aware of what his ways would look like around him.

"I want to invade a little faster, but at the same time I think it's better to reduce the damage. At least I want to avoid frontal collisions with guys who can instantly kill themselves."

"That's undeniable."

Hilgen's words are convincing.

The people of the demonic world, even if they are belligerent, do not have suicidal aspirations.

"Even if it seems detoured, it's certain, right? Somehow this miscellaneous soldier is over a million, and it increases on its own. Send them in regularly and they'll be exhausted. And even life expectancy dies"

Hilgen laughs.

The other guy laughed, too, but he can pull a grin right in.

"By the way, why did you choose North? Is the big enemy doing it with the Empire?

"The Empire and they are really strong. Fast response. But not all states do. If anything but empires and dogs become brittle, we can bring them into the schematic of virtual empires versus demons."

Hilgen spoke of his aim.

"The Empire will be tired to save other nations. If you don't help, you'll be isolated. Knock it there. This is what I call a precaution. You don't have to fight a full opponent."

"That's the magician Hilgen. I'm glad we're friends with the Lord with the same marshal."

Hilgen nods and accepts the praise of his opponent.

"After you weaken the enemy, it's your turn, General Hugo."

"I know."

General Hugo nodded.

Hugo is the better boss in terms of the sequence of the organization, but they've been friends since birth.

They interacted like childhood in places where no one else was.

"I'm glad to hear that our Marshal and the Duke above him are cautious and have an understanding of my thoughts."

"That must be it"

Both names had laughs.

... Three cities were devastated in France after such exchanges took place in the demonic world.

Although the government finally realized and dispatched an army to suppress it, it must have done a great deal of damage.