That Ordinary Mister is a War God

The forces of the demonic world, who occupied the fort by the work of Rubaron, seek even more strength.

The demons, who can lay eggs on their own and don't need much food, just happened to swell to 100,000 scales.

"Not yet. Until Lord Abyss descends."

Marshal Graozaam makes his men say so and listen.

"Let's first crush one country and dye everything with our gestures"

His mood was just a little good.

"Ha."

The generals kneel and answer.

So far so good, but last time it's ended up failing.

Graozaam knew that, and he was cautious in front of Abyss.

"In the meantime, increase the soldiers to 200,000. Then we split up second-hand and destroy this country."

"Yes, sir."

When attacked by a hundred thousand troops, there is not a single human power.

That's what the demon army thinks.

Demon Army, invade again.

The heads of state who heard the newspaper decided to send reinforcements again.

If your opponent is a human country, you can also make peace by presenting your interests, but that doesn't work for the Demon Army.

He's the only one who has a choice between destroying or being destroyed.

"Let's go, to protect mankind"

The general class says powerfully, but the morale of the soldiers who respond is not high.

Naturally because the country is exhausted and life is getting painful is another troop outpost.

Civilians can still understand as much as they can't refuse when their opponents become Demon Armies.

If the army is defeated and the country is dropped, we will all die.

"All right! The opponent is an army of demons! I can't reconcile! If you don't want to die, you have to fight!

The General scolds desperately.

Because soldiers have low morale and are not the ones to beat.

Coalition reinforcements total 120,000.

I didn't spare it, this much was the cap from the point of view of declining national power and food.

The place for the showdown is the Ramdar Plains.

There are only about two more places in the central continent, such as a place where we can move 200,000 troops freely.

The army of the demonic kingdom against the coalition of mankind of 70,000 for the Royal Army and 120,000 for reinforcements was 300,000.

"He said he broke up second-hand and advanced because of it"

General Graozaam spills dissatisfaction.

It is very unwillingness on his part to take the form of a single showdown.

The soldier is killing his breath for fear of his bad mood.

Rubaron came there.

"Dear Graozaam, Let's do it."

"I had to. You take the lead and kick the humans in."

Graozaam commands him with his tongue pounding.

The demons in the distribution are particularly untouchable besides quantity, so if they are the elite opponents of mankind, the minutes are bad.

Humans are better at group tactics, no matter what their simple abilities are.

The best way to overshadow that would be to hit an overwhelming individual force.

"I'm leaving, too."

That's what Graozaam said.

"I'll show the weak mankind how powerful the Demon Marshal is and follow him."

He can't fail.

The psyche let the aggressive offense decide.

When Graozaam and Rubaron come forward, the human army shrugs.

"Hey, what are those guys?

"Obviously, there are demons of different statues."

Hearing the voice of mankind, Graozaam smiles.

"You rude bastards. Can't you distinguish us from demons?"

Let's say we show the difference with force.

Glaotherm nodded to Rubaron's words.

They roar and the killing begins.

Glaotherm is the wizard type, if you say so in humans.

Shooting out a black light sphere easily destroys one unit.

"Hey, what's that?

The army of the central continent was unfamiliar with its overwhelming individual strength.

"Mi, all of us! Take him down, quick! Jump into your nostalgia and you'll be fine!

The soldiers followed the commander's instructions, not because they believed, but because they wanted to.

That if we jump into nostalgia, we'll be in our favor.

Let them do it, and Lubaron shall stand, and cast forth a slaughter storm, and rain down the rain of blood.

In the gap where the human army flickers, Glaotherm shoots out a large number of black light spheres to build a frightening number of victims.

"My body is still heavy...... at this rate I may not beat the hero that I defeated Gepardu"

Glaotherm crushes the weak.

Now it's about sifting strength to accomplish your purpose anyway.

Turn around and signal, the demons who were waiting move out.

"Don't flinch, Ka"

The commander is swallowed up by a black light sphere and is doomed.

The other big men were taken over, and the human army was put at a disadvantage at once.

If you lose a commander even though you are disadvantaged in numbers, the morale of the soldiers collapses at once.

Glaozarm screams when he sees the soldiers who escaped.

"Kill, kill, kill"

If you try them, you have no reason to let the soldiers get away.

It's more troublesome to run and persevere in resistance over and over.

Besides, in order to weaken [the gods' boundaries], it is better to have more bodies.

One corpse after another was built, and the battle ended in a great victory for the forces of the demonic kingdom.