The Branded Female Fencer

"No, let's keep settled. The majority of them shouldn't have intelligence. If most of them have intelligence, it's impossible to perform such tactics perfectly. There must be only a few of them to be commanders."

"That being the case, we have to precisely tailor a few of them. How do you do that?

"Wait a minute."

Layers concentrate their consciousness. Look for individuals who should be at the center of the enemy, from high places. Lunatica said. Enemy generals are bound to stand out. The general is also large in stature because it is normal for him to have a superior, and often dresses flashy for inspiring his allies even if he is not. Besides, when the Admiral falls, the battle will reverse the situation all at once, so I'm in a place that's solid enough to say.

But Hekatonkail is not like a normal human being, and it is unclear whether it necessarily applies. There are also things on the back of the Demon King that nearly ten people ride with from a few to many. The seemingly indistinguishable layer decided to be ready when he regained his sword.

"I'll set it up. Orolon and the others ask for a frontal enemy."

"Oh, my God? Are you going to kill me by yourself?"

"I think it's easier to concentrate. Just stick it out of the front of the enemy once and out the back, so it's okay."

Quick as I can tell, the layers rushed out to the enemy. The Hekatonkails, who don't even put layers on their teeth that storm single-ridden, have pushed to crush them with the momentum they have. When the layers observed that the enemy's momentum was not weakened, on the contrary, they struck a blow with all this luck.

First of all, I slashed off one of the six legs of the Demon King running the lead. A demon king with a broken posture collapses with momentum, where several demon kings clash from the rear. Layers similarly aim at the feet of the demon kings running in front of the herd, rolling out their swords. Then the front of the herd collapsed.

But they are not demon kings who stop by. We crush our fallen companions and move forward one after the other. Even the Orolons lost sight of where the lay went anymore, but certainly the demon kings' feet were dull. In it, when a large individual tried to step forward on his fallen companion, he jumped out of the demon king where the layer was trampled, and struck a blow.

The layer aimed at a soft belly. Instead of being struck by a blow, Hecaton Kale, on his back, accidentally clinging to his reins, took a breath down his neck.

Immediately after that, the herd's movements stopped perfectly. The demon kings and Hekatonkail, who went to the deserted field but were very sick, crushed it as if they had caused an avalanche.

It was Orolone and the others who were surprised.

"Did you do it?

"Oh, apparently he crushed the enemy general."

"It's a big deal. But I wonder how they found out."

"... I guess. It's more like a beast than we are."

"No way."

The phantom beasts were convinced of the actions of the layers in their own words, but the warcraft they led had moved on to the pursuit of the enemy. If they chase the habitat, though the beast, they also resent it. They were thoughtlessly and relentlessly sticking their fangs and nails up to Hekatonkale and the demon kings who fled without shame or outspoken.

But it is also the layers that are calm here.

"Will you make sure some of us can escape while we chase our enemies?

"Why?

"Let's strike the enemy's home base as it is. There must be a place where they came out. How much of a demon king does not mean he springs up and comes out of nowhere. There's got to be a place to be born, a place to be based."

"I see. You want me to do it thoroughly?"

"Roots can only be broken from the roots."

"... then let's let a team of yamazoos chase us. Your legs are too fast for a wolf or a leopard. We're just fine."

When Vitara barked, the Yamazoos changed their posture and began to run to drive the demon kings away. The Phantom Beasts moved a certain distance from the demon kings that could be driven away into pursuit.

Layer silently moved on to the chase when he checked on the condition, but Orolon had one thing to worry about.

"(You didn't join the Ice Dragons in our call... they're probably not after the habitat because they're much stronger than we are, but the proud ones make it good for such demon kings to walk wide. Well, maybe you won't join us because it's hard, but you're just curious that there's no movement)"

Orolon moved on to the chase posture asking himself, but he didn't want to run anyone out of the herd to see how the Ice Dragons behaved. If Orolon had had the opportunity to learn how to play modern warfare, he would never have overlooked it, but he had no idea so far, no matter how intelligent the phantom beast was.

Continued