The Branded Female Fencer

Not long before the Alphilis and the others fought in Slasmund, there was a movement going on in the prairie. Black crowds are now overflowing this prairie, where men and warcraft exist only sparsely. They raise a cry, swinging like waves, and sometimes scattering.

"Him!"

"Look, never get ahead of me alone! It'll take at least two platoons!

"Right there. There he is!

In the prairies, a coalition of nations, mainly the Knights of the Temple, was engaged in intense fighting. The opponent is a bunch of demon kings. Flying individuals, beastly solids, plant-like individuals, or inorganic individuals. Indeed, various herds of demon kings were at war with the humans.

At its centre is Miriazal. At least that's what they're supposed to say publicly.

"Master Manadil, report!

"Let's hear it."

It is Archbishop Manadil who directs the main formation. He is now the operational commander-in-chief. It was a soldier from Aerowida, one of the countries facing the prairie, who came to report to him.

"The damage to our country is mild. We are repeatedly withdrawing and deploying as instructed. There is also the support of the Arnelian Church, and the soldiers are gradually getting used to the way they fight. We also work well with magicians who have been seconded by the Magic Church, gradually reducing the number of wounded"

"Uhm. If you don't even fear that figure, it's like a strong warcraft to say Demon King. Slash it and you'll get hurt, and you'll die. But don't be alarmed. They have a lot of vitality, and they have a huge variety of individuals. I've never been cautious. If there's a shortage, I'll let you know."

"Ha! I'll take care of you! Then at this."

The soldier left in a courtesy. Dropping off behind him, Manadil sits deeply in the chair of the rushing tent. The deputy speaks to him.

"Archbishop, that seems a lot more appropriate."

"Naturally. Four countries, the Arnelian Church, the Sorcery Society, the Alliance coalition, right? I have planted it for three months. If you don't do well with this, you'll get in trouble. It was the first time that the damage was enormous, but every country seems used to it."

"Arnelia's magic of protection and recovery keeps her from dying. But it's also obvious that it's working."

Manadil looked a little troubled by the words the deputy said profoundly.

"Don't talk about rare things. Actually, I don't want them to know that the number of demon kings we're taking on is the one whose true front line took away. The purpose of this Union of Nations is to familiarize nations with the presence of demon kings. You have to teach them that you can fight and win. It's not good for them to know what's going on back there."

"Yes, there's no way the Virgin is known to be out back in the curtain hall, actually, fighting on the front lines."

Manadil sighed a little when he saw his own deputy, who told him not to talk. That wasn't the only reason I sighed the most.

"You... but the seeds of headaches do. While my lord, that woman fox sat in front of the masses," Please give me your strength, weak or weak, "and so on, by now, she would be happy to beat the demon king on the front line. I'm angry with you at all."

"But that's the best way to be safe. There seems to be quite a few out there, starting with Lord Alberto, even from the Deep Green Palace, and you're letting people out of the pilgrimage, aren't you? Plus, I heard you're putting out special forces because you don't have a mouth. Plus, you're going to have every force out there that you can't tell people, and each of them won't be able to do it publicly."

"But the truth is, that's all I can say. Well, there are other reasons why Miriazal was put on the line."

"For whatever reason?

The deputy asked Manadil in a swallowing condition. He's brilliant, but he was always a nerve-free man. But he must be brilliant, so Manadil appointed him as his own archbishop's assistant. It was ten years ago. In the meantime, I have never done my job, but I can't deny that sometimes I take an attitude like I made a fool of myself, and that conversations with the aide can feel heavy. Maybe that's what caused his head to balk up quickly, and Manadil is paranoid on his own.

But this time Miriazal's personal purpose was only taught secretly with Manadir, and he heard it again for the first time. I really wanted to go to the front line myself, but from the standpoint, that didn't happen. It was very unfortunate for him not to get the refreshment when fighting alongside Miriazal.

Manadil explained to his deputy with a somewhat mysterious and unfortunate face.

"I just heard it too, but I can't say this. But you'll find out soon enough. I hope this is going well."

"Is that what it is"

"That's what it is."

"Really? But our supreme bishop is still a reliable man. I didn't know there were still enough bills to cut after this."

"Right..."

And Manadil thinks that's great. Nearly a thousand years into Dada, he was not a protector of men.

If anything happens to Miriazal, Manadil thinks we'll lose our next move. It's in the ocean at night, it's tantamount to losing the lighthouse guide. Manadir wonders how accustomed he is to the power of Miriazal. I wonder how much we could do without his people. For that reason, Manadil should have been drilling more than he was young.

That's the same question you asked 30 years ago.

"Did you say something?

"Nothing"

Manadil drank the water he had at hand and cut off a conversation with his deputy.

"All right, ahhh!

By the time Manadil had such a problem, Miriazal, who didn't know he was, was in excellent condition. It is where he still screamed and blew away the whole demon king. A giant demon king, who will be three times human, flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Next no!

Before Miriazal, the next demon king appears. The demon king, who sees Miriazar, storms her with delight, but it ends in vain results. There was not enough demon king in this prairie to surpass her. This demon king is also blown away with the fierce cry of Miriazal.

Miriazal had not been in a great outburst in a long time and had fully cleared of that depression. It is a nuisance to try as a demon king, but this is also the code of the battlefield. It is a battlefield lesson for the weak to be ravaged by the strong.

"Dear Miriazal, you're in excellent shape"

"Well, say yes"

With a far-sighted look at that Miriazal, it's Maple and Kiko who have a swallowing conversation. At their feet, too, there is a demon king rolling unbroken over ten bodies.

They hadn't cut one breath, but their appearance was just dirty with returning blood. But they don't break their expressions. Koko speaks to the maple.

"Maple, is this the second time you've seen the Battle of the Supreme Bishop?

"Yes, last time during a raid with Doom. I thought you were very strong, but I was wondering if you were feeling better than last time."

"Oh, I haven't been blessed lately with the opportunity to fight. But that's still not what it should be. Instead, my predecessors told me that he was fading."

"Is that it?

In front of the maple, once again, there is a sight of another individual being blown away by Miriazar. Now it will be that today more than 50 demon kings have been defeated. 8 days after the battle began. The battle, which took place at an almost unchanged pace every day, had already proved that the Arnelian front alone had conquered more than 500 demonic kings. That majority is at the hands of Miriazal.

When the maple saw Miriazar once again, Miriazar was on top of the defeated Demon King and was about to raise the ambition of victory.

"Bring more! We haven't got enough!

"... you're not dignified or anything."

"Who do you think is guiding the Demon King to that man? We said it would be easier to hunt alone."

Kiko sighs and waves the flag in her hand, signaling each place. Then the next Demon King will be guided to Miriazal. There are applications in witchcraft of perception inhibition, and vice versa in witchcraft that makes it easier to be recognized. Such sorcery was practiced on the 100 m quarters where Miriazal was fighting, and he was guiding them toward Miriazal by showing them intentionally to the Demon King.

Guidance of gaze. Those who could do them by any means were placed on each side, showing their recognizable magic to the Demon Kings, and guiding the Demon King to Miriazal. Of course, it has been devised to prevent unnecessary numbers from gathering together at Miriazal.

This is a battlefield for Miriazal, with eight large units and twenty small units to circle around her, with witchcraft of perception inhibition on its exterior and witchcraft of awareness promotion on its interior. Because you can't just let her fight. Moreover, the magic of perception inhibition used this time is specially made. It is not possible to tear in the people of the Magic Church because the mouthless Lianhua has an element of surgery. If you try to break it, it's where Lianhua immediately finds out.

This space, created so that only Miriazal can break out, is very laborious. Even if you don't do this, hunting for the Demon King can be easier if you are as skilled as you would otherwise be in serving the Deep Green Palace. This is a special battlefield set up to reclaim Miriazal's account. If the supreme bishop had commanded them to do so, they would all have been compelled to do as she said.

And on the true front, people from all sides were fighting thoughtfully. I'd say it's quicker to do it on your own than to work together poorly. When we first met forces from all sides, we settled into a discussion that we wanted to do more on our own than work together awkwardly.

From the Arnelian Church there are mainly Miriazal, Alberto, and Koko. From the Magic Church there is a commander of a conquest unit called Ingville. And from the Alliance are all four of the brave certified ones. In the meantime, that's all I meant to do was hunt down the demon kings of the prairie.

The prospect was roughly correct. In fact, we have already defeated more than 1000 demon kings in total since we started the battle. But.

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