That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"Kitaki Kitaki"

There is a frantic man with eyes floating in the fever.

He was the chief officer of a secret organization that believed in the people of the demonic world.

Finally, he succeeded in opening the Demon Door.

Every time a large black vortex moves in front of him, the aliens, or people of the demonic realm, emerge.

The first to come out was a ghost clan with blue and white skin and disastrous red eyes and sharp horns from his forehead.

Then the next top species of the ghost tribe called Auga.

He has a body bigger than a troll and purple skin, with ominous blue eyes.

They were not attacked by the human being in front of them, creating an undisturbed formation.

"I mean, there's a leader!

It was the encounter with the superior being who led the people of the demonic world for the chief who was the sad one.

The people of the demonic world are superior to human soldiers in their individual abilities, but they are defeated in association with numbers.

Even the people of the demon kingdom need to build an army to stop it.

It was a big man with four black wings and two red horns who came out with a big black vortex.

"I am Legion Leader Figaro. Are you the one who made our entrance, man?

I tease the chief with red eyes and speak fluent human language.

"Yes, Master Figaro. Nice to meet you, my name is Creek."

Chief Creek couldn't speak to the end.

For Figaro reached out to his face and murdered him.

"Legion leader, why did you kill him?

"Shouldn't we keep him alive as our Simobe?

My men still spoke fluent human language and asked Figaro.

"The sin that kept us waiting, it's just that we should be able to make amends for each success."

Figaro answers ruthlessly.

"Besides, isn't it full of our legions coming out? To this extent, it cannot be called true success"

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Figaro issues a directive when his men shrink.

"You will take the humans from nearby. And make the demon door bigger. You can't even go through with it now, General."

"Ha."

The men were scattered, and all that remained were Figaro and his hundred warriors.

"Welcome the General and the Marshal to hell with the abominable earthly creatures."

Figaro is so sure.

I didn't know he had any information that a corner of the marshal had been defeated by Bal.

Only the old men of Gepardu and the forces that absorbed them, and some who value information, know.

From them, Figaro and his subordinates were information-gatherers who had no trouble losing them.

Unaware of it, Figaro interprets himself as the vanguard of a certain ground invasion.

His perception was wrong, but the place where the Demon Realm door opened was convenient.

It was the central continent that separated the ocean from the empire.

If it were an empire in alert, it would have been immediately perceived and sent in Yagami Fai.

An alien army invading all over instantly creates a hell of a snort cry.

Ordinary humans, anyway, don't want to fill the differences between races in some warriors with some savvy taste.

Many lands and corpses are piled up and dedicated to the door of the demon kingdom.

"Oh, shit."

and Figaro snaps.

"How are you?

"I should have let the man who opened the door take advantage and let him help with the haulage."

Figaro regrets his shortness a little.

Because of the act of dedicating blood to the Demon Realm door, the efficiency of bleeding had been reduced.

"Humans can do a lot of simple work with just a few numbers."

I should have killed the Demon Realm Door after it grew bigger and the Marshal appeared.

That's how I realized it was too late.

The resurrection of the dead cannot be used, whether it be a people of the demonic world or not.

"I think if we had time, the second team would show up."

That's what my men say.

As soon as the Demon Realm Door opens, it's the risk minded vanguard that takes time for the next vanguard to emerge.

"Then they'll take away some of their handles."

When Figaro looks uncomfortably distracted, his men stretch their spines and apologize in advance.

"I'm sorry. I was a fool."

Figaro flinched, but didn't kill him.

He hesitated just after he realized that he didn't have enough men.

"Yuke. Build up a little bit of handles before the next one shows up."

The handle in this case was meant to be "how much did you kill a terrestrial organism"?