The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Feinting the third arrow to the left and shooting at the man to the right, now the obstruction was not made in time, and the arrow stabbed the man in the thigh.

If we keep this up, we can definitely win.

I was as sure as I was when I found my stuffed muscle in a chess fight.

It feels like a quarter barefoot because I don't have a sole, but I don't need to fight hard anymore.

If you call me, you can run.

Even barefoot would do enough to run in the woods.

The fourth arrow, now bounced back, finally made Kanker look rugged.

I guess I started judging the situation calmly.

When the fifth arrow pierced his men, Kanker finally seemed to decide his thoughts.

"Run!"

Shouting out loud, I turned my back on this one.

"Run, run!

Run behind the woods scolding your allies.

Run.

Honestly, I felt unexpected.

I'm alone.

I thought it was my job to get chased and run.

but it would be a good idea.

Which is packed, and if Kanker falls over there, it becomes a U.S.S. crowd.

By turning your back on me, you've got a lot of disadvantages, but still more than maintaining the status quo.

I shot an arrow when I saw Canker gone.

I stab him in the back with a bush.

Of the eleven arrows in it, one remains an arrow.

There are only five left.

I removed one from the rush or even at this close range.

Even though it's not even ten meters away.

Then we keep hitting four bottles, but by then the enemy had moved from something healthy to a one-size-fits-all escape.

I just have to go after him.

We need to retrieve the arrows on the way.

Quickly into pursuit, he reaches for the arrow barrel that the man who just shot him in the neck and died instantly was carrying, snatching the arrow so that it would snap.

When I took a step from it, the pain ran on the soles of my feet.

That sharp pain is not as painful as it was when you stepped on a pointed rock.

It was painful like stepping on a piece of glass, piercing my skin thoroughly.

I forgot.

There were fragments of the bomb I used scattered around here.

"... chip"

Unexpectedly tongue and connect the arrows while standing on the spot.

On one's back, an arrow stood and fell to be sucked in.

The bombers and arrows also went into the woods one after the other.

I literally let go of the arrow early.

Most of them were injured by bombs, and most humans were given arrows, but the last one disappeared into the woods before setting a target.

Including Kanker, at least two fled without giving an arrow and without any fatal injuries.

"Fuck."

I immediately checked the soles of my feet.

There are pieces of iron pieces pierced about three centimeters across.

It would be the one who crushed the sword.

It's so deep.

I can't chase this without treating it.

Oh, shit.

It all came out the back.

With his left foot on the ground with his heel, he reached the nearby rock as he kenked and tore off the headscarf he was wearing on his head.

We have to pull the iron pieces first.

Unless you stabbed an arrow in the arm or something, but you can't even crawl away, so if you don't pull it out, you could stab me deeper into some applause.

"Huh...!

I pinched the iron pieces with my fingers and pulled them out.

When you throw away the iron pieces, immediately tie your nail tips tight.

Let's go.

When I stood up, my toes hurt a lot and my blood felt like it was dripping.

The wound is still deep.

I can't force it.

But only the arrows are mountainous.

Speaking of which, there were also two cannons.

I punch the extra arrows into the people groaning in the near field.

Some of my legs were safe, and some of them came towards me to defeat me, but when I fired an arrow, I stabbed them, not avoiding them, and fell on the spot.

One arrow on everyone's torso. Then we started tracking.

I walked about a hundred meters and found a man with a terrible wound to his torso dead.

A total of five people killed at an earlier location, so this would have killed seven of the twelve.

Are there five of us left?

About four hundred meters from there, he found two more men, shot an arrow and injured them fatally.

In this foot, approaching and definitely killing with a short knife is dangerous.

It is impossible to get out of this forest.

Moving further from there, the armor was falling.

Canker seems to have taken off his armor here.

There was no lower body armor that seemed to take a lot of work off, only torso armor and mets, and arm armor fell off.

You don't know I wounded my leg, so I guess you thought if you were wearing armor, you'd catch up.

You don't rely on my feet right now to chase someone who escapes at all costs.

There's nothing else to let him get away with.

Damn.

I let him get away.

All three.

I tried stamping the copper armor with my feet in an attempt to keep the plate armor destroyed, but the injury prevented me from gaining strength and did not change shape enough.

Trying to keep it as broken as possible, I broke the facial mounting with my feet, and the arm armor tried to hit the tree with my fingers.

Five to six times, it was slightly distorted and could not be destroyed in a visible way.

But I decided to turn back.

The bleeding is terrible.

I went back to where their baggage was packed and fished the load, sideways the five people who were dead.

Needles and threads that suture wounds are not a must-have, but it's not strange to have one or so in some units.

In fact, it's not bulky either, so it's in my luggage.

but there was still no suture needle.

I have a straight sewing needle, but this won't allow me to sew deep under my skin.

It still needs to be a sickle-shaped needle.

I guess you don't have it that you didn't suture a man injured in a trap along the way. I thought so, but I still didn't.

Hopefully, I wanted to suture the wound on this spot, but they can do that.

I have my needle at Carol's, so I have to be patient until I get back.

But instead there was distilled liquor.

I appreciate this.

It could be used to disinfect wounds.

And then there's the gun.

When I picked up the enemy artillery, it was heavier than what I bought.

The weight of firmness makes me lose my mind about taking it.

This would be a considerable burden.

I wanted it, but you'd better give up here.

Holding the arrows all the way up to full, and fishing for food, he lifted up the excess bows and arrows and swords to his luggage, and picked up the dead branches and loaded them lightly.

And I lit it with a lighter.

A resource that can be described as the enemy tiger child caught fire.

Now it will be difficult for them to take off the woods even if they survive.

I wish I happened to be out on the street and happened to be discovered by my friends, but that's not so likely.

Do what the enemy doesn't like. That still doesn't make me feel good.

Because I can imagine how my enemies will feel and how they will turn their emotions on me.

If I were in Canker's shoes, if all my luggage, including food, was burned, I'd seriously want to kill him.

No, even if not, given the number of men killed, the more hateful you want to kill?

When I made sure my luggage burned up, I went to Carol's place.

Covering his left leg with a leopard, Carol apparently was safe at his original location when he returned somehow without hesitation.

The brown oil cloth was stirring up among the trees, and when I represented myself from among the trees, I stared from the gap in the hood.

When you recognized me, you relieved me of the tension.

"Yuri......!

"Oh, I'm back"

Carol greeted me with a face that seemed heartfelt delighted.

"What happened to your leg? Wounded?

Well, I'm trying not to use my toenails.

You know what I mean?

"Oh. Pity."

Really pitiful.

I thought on the road that if I had just been a little careful and bypassed the bomb scattering, by now I would have had no worries whatsoever and it could have all been over.

"Let me see."

I sat on the spot and got my left leg out.

Carol took off her wings, twisted herself a little, and put my feet on her thighs.

I was going to treat myself, but Carol would be able to sew better than I am tired.

"Can I loosen up?"

"It's better after you have the needle. And I've taken the liquor. Disinfect me."

I gave him the bottle.

"Okay."

I lay my body down on the ground so that my legs on my thighs would come above my heart.

You're done getting the tools, Carol untied the tightly tied cloth.

"That's deep. Such a scratch makes me impotent..."

"Wash your wounds quickly."

When I said that, Carol washed her wound with alcohol.

"... Kuh"

Stain the boulder with scratches.

"Are you okay...?

"Fine, wash it thoroughly behind the wound."

With that said, Carol washed her fingers and opened them gently to rub more scratches, adding booze all the way inside.

"No..."

A stabbing pain strikes my leg.

"You know."

"What. Please don't let your voice leak. Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm not."

So, what is it?

"In the wound... there's something buried like an iron beard."

Oh......

I have a fusi in mind.

I guess the iron pieces are missing inside.

That must have stabbing pain.

I'm actually stabbing him.

"Take it."

"but... I don't know if I can get it right"

Well, whether you want to sew or take foreign objects, I'd prefer something like a pinset, if possible.

But there's no other way.

"Can't you do it with your fingers?

"No... I don't know until I try"

"Then do it. I wonder which way you can sew it while it's in there."

"Okay."

Carol stuck her finger through the wound thoughtfully as she sanitized her finger into her mind again.

"Nh......! Gu...... Huh!

Eat up your teeth and endure severe pain.

I felt the source of the severe pain coming out of the wound, and Carol's fingers went away from the wound.

"... and did you take it?

It hurts so much, I feel like I'm drawing blood from my head.

"I could take it. There shouldn't be any more."

"Right. Good for you. Wash it again with booze and sew it up quickly."

Bleeding should be quite affordable, as two litres is lethal, and not a litre should have been bled yet, but I don't want to lose as much blood as possible.

"... the only one with a really thick thread."

"Uh, you did"

I brought that because I was thinking about getting slashed and stitching up scratches like Zappari's.

"I have no choice. That's fine."

"I'll do it with my hair, if you like."

"Still. No, do that."

The use of human hair for sutures is quite common.

I've never tried it, but Carol's hair would be long enough.

It's not even shrunk, and it's not as short as my hair.

"If you have hair, double it and sew it fine. I have trouble hanging up. And wash your needles and hair properly with alcohol."

"I know."

After a while, when I finished threading the needle,

"Let's go."

I've said.

"Do it."

The needle passes pussy subcutaneously, but it wasn't as painful as it had been earlier decided.

"Shh..."

My voice leaks into the pain, but it's not as painful as it gets my legs rumbled.

Crisp and sutures proceeded and the sutures themselves were quickly over.

"All right. It's over."

"Right."

When I woke up and looked at the wound surface, it was stunning and sutured.

They have wide, deep needles in the middle area, so they're stitched to the back.

I don't even think I'll be able to save blood on the wounds I've bagged.

I learned it in the cavalry, so maybe I was practicing in the shadows.

"Thank you. Thank you."

"... it is I who must thank you"

"That's not what I'm saying."

I want a clean cloth, but I don't have it.

It's a sad place.

I guess it's inevitable that it gets bigger and smaller and pungent.

"Which way, I'm not on these feet either. As before."

"Yeah......"

Carol made a sinking voice.

With this wound, you won't be able to work the way you've done before, even if you wear Carol.

"But the village is almost here. When we get there, we'll take a little rest and get some rest."

It's risky, but we just have to.

Maybe Carol will get better soon.

"With that wound, you walk right away?

"If the village is safe, you can use clean cloth and home amenities. It'll heal faster if you walk, even if you can't do it."

"Okay. Then I'll walk, too."

Eh.

"I think it's time to heal a little. Walk with your cane, and you won't be able to walk."

"No, I'm sorry I can't. If it gets worse, it's tighter."

"With a cane, it's not so hard to walk without your injured leg. Besides, even if you take a bite out of it, you're gonna lose a lot of speed, right?

Ugh...

That could be it.

You'll be walking in shelter.

"Let's throw away the luggage and anything that might be replenished in the village"

"... oh yeah"

To be honest, I didn't expect it to take me this long either.

Now, count to eleven days since the crash.

I didn't know it would take eleven days to walk a half-day journey in an eagle.

Walking in the woods with each human being on his back takes longer than expected.

But to get to the reformation, you have to walk as far as you've ever been.

There are some foot injuries, and you'll need to look at them for about fifteen days just to travel.

Twenty-six days overall.

Five days rest, thirty-one days.

It's been a whole month.

Will the Krah take a month to get to the Verdant Fortress?

That's not unlikely.

It would be normal, if normal, for a fortress attack to take more than a month.

But I can't be optimistic.

Even if we arrive in Reform, the siege is already over by then. The possibility is realistic.

If the front line crosses us on a lazy walk, we'll catch up with the enemy supply lines, and the pursuit will be intense.

But even if I say I'm in a hurry, the wound doesn't heal fast.

Not all of them were completely annihilated.

Common sense would mean troop destruction and shipwreck at the time of loss of load, so I'm not talking about chasing them anymore...

Oh, I've done it.

If only I wasn't injured.

Open the clock, look.

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon after all that had happened.

"Well, suppose you eat, organize your load, and earn some distance till sundown"

"Yeah."

Carol nodded.