The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

It was on the human side that we took the lead.

"Archers, baristas ready!"

Under circumstances where the leading group has yet to clash, commanders who bind a total of two hundred archers forming on the fence raise their voices.

The soldiers promptly followed the instructions and placed arrows on the bow, placing bullets similar to the tip of the spear on the barista.

"Archers aim small, baristas are dragons. Prepare to fire!"

Soldiers lined up sloppily above the fence pull their bows simultaneously. Match the barista to the dragon that flies the aiming at a few people.

The crisp sound of strings being squeezed stirs up tension among the soldiers. Among other things, the commander calmly measured the distance,

"Now! Shoot me!"

- Bashun!

Two hundred arrows were emitted in a curved orbit at the same time that the strings rang. When the wind cuts and the arrows fly up to a certain height as they tear the atmosphere apart, gravity now pulls them off and starts falling.

This time, the arrows used by the human side are a relatively heavy substitute. The reason is to improve the power and adopt a tactic to make the arrows fall like rain.

As its prospect suggests, the assault of a group of arrows, weighing in from high altitudes, caused significant damage to a herd of demons. The small demon is punctured by a hole in his body at the moment of his hit, and the medium size is capable of flying but takes a lot of damage. The detached arrows poured straight down to the ground, attacking a herd of demons traveling to and from the earth. As a starting point, he would have been hit hard enough.

Only one thing, though not one scratch is inhibited by its thick scales when it comes to dragons.

But that's not the role of a bow and arrow.

It was before the bow and arrow that the bullet of the flying barista struck directly at a few lower dragons as they roared.

About the bow and arrow easily chooses the scales to play, and the barista puts a fist hole in its giant.

- Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A bullet-eating dragon raises a screaming roar and goes off balance and crashes to the ground. The demons that were on the ground are crushed by dragons that have crashed in dozens of units to reduce the number. Oddly enough, it resulted in damage to both the sky and the ground.

"All right, second shot ready! Now go with the Sorcerer Squad!"

Without complaining about the results of the first shooting, the Commander gives the following instructions: At any rate, the opponent is more than 10,000 troops. Hundreds or two hundred shreds won't hurt or itch for the opponent.

Soldiers who act calmly without panicking at the commander's instructions. If you look at it, you can see how highly they are trained.

But there's nothing you can do about how much training you can do. Fast-fire properties of baristas, for example. For example, the Sorcerer Squad earlier.

Some demon king does something out of standard, such as ending a surgical construct in an instant without chanting, but a normal magician needs a long chant to exercise massive magic and takes time to construct a surgical ritual. Therefore, the Mage Squad is ruthlessly difficult to timing with archers. The barista can similarly be exchanged with the cause of the rhythm breakdown because it takes a little time to load the next bullet.

But it is the role of a competent commander to bring it together well.

Measure when the loading of the barista is complete while keeping track of the progress of the magicians' chants. The Commander does not miss the exquisite moment he visited.

"Archers, Baristas, Sorcerer Squads, shoot!"

Countless arrows and baristas to be unleashed again. And the pedigree falls apart, but all intermediate and above magic adds to it.

The countless arrows and baristas that fly in, and the army of demons before witchcraft, became the feathers of unilateral damage. The human side, by contrast, still suffers zero damage.

- At this rate, we'll cut air power as much as we can!

It was almost simultaneous with the Commander's intentions in his chest and the appearance of a pitch-black dragon over the border forest.

Its body is even bigger than the top dragon. The pitch-black scales spookily reflect the light of the sun, brilliant as if it were a murder weapon.

- Geyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The roar of a pitch-black dragon, which became a shockwave rather than the earliest sound, knocks and shivers at every corner of the battlefield. As the overwhelming strong boasted of his existence, the dragon lifted its long neck. Ahead of that sharp eye is the soldiers on the fence who have been carrying out depressing attacks since earlier.

- Ready for the third shot.

Noticing that the dragon identified this one as an enemy in advance, the Commander hurriedly instructs him to prepare for the next.

That dragon is awkward. It's obviously even more superior. The commander, who intuitively felt it, was in quite a hurry inside.

What happens to dragons that even look stupid, including the top and bottom, when they add such monster stained beings? Surely the fence will collapse and the war situation will lean towards demonic superiority at once.

That's all you have to avoid. My job is to keep this fence for a little while and buy time. There must be no such thing as being collapsed in one shot by a single dragon.

He scolded himself, and the commander skipped the instructions to the soldiers.

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Meanwhile, on the ground...

"Dude, what the hell..."

Gillil slashes the neck of a demon who was nearby with a sword as he sweats cold from his forehead. He's just a veteran, and his arm that can hunt demons while he finds something else would be a boulder.

Well, there are more soldiers.

"Sure. It's a little unexpected, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Flashing brilliant silver hair and white blades, Lilith buries a few demons together. Even when standing on the battlefield, its richness is not compromised, and the sprinkling blood contrasts, highlighting more of her princely atmosphere.

"I don't know, they're relentless. Hey."

"I guess that's all you mean."

I look up at the pitch-black dragon that just says it's not even in my eyes, such as on the ground, and they all harden their expressions.

Now the earth is a turbulent pattern of human demons. At first it was just an easy job to finish off the demons that were disturbed by the holes and walls, but the holes were filled in the demon push that made the numbers say things, the walls collapsed and immediately moved directly into battle.

The battlefield is now overflowing with the screams of the sword trident, the anger, and the severed demon.

Lilith and Gillil both get sick in there.

"But it's impossible to take command under these circumstances."

Sinking an oak attacked from the sidelines with a sword wave, Lilith looks over the battlefield. Fight, fight, fight everywhere. Only those who can afford to be concerned about the situation around them are adventurers of B rank equivalent. Others are full of themselves.

"Well, I guess nobody's listening."

"Until then, I can't even speak to Mayday. Well, the bell size borderline uncle seems different..."

Ahead of Lilith turning her gaze when she says, Edgar looks like he dares to fight demons but flies up his voice and instructions. The struggle has inspired the soldiers and significantly elevated their morale.

"That's definitely not what nobles do... It would be a stone to refrain from sending instructions in the rear, but I don't know if it's a shapebreaker..."

"I'm sure that guy would be a fighting nation or something. Think so."

Gillil pushes Lilith, who escapes reality with some distant eye, in the right words.

"More than that, it's time for the shepherds to come out..."

Shortly after I said that, a wild man screamed from the rear.

If Gillil only turned his neck and looked behind him, the sight of one adventurer being eaten off one arm by a dog-shaped demon appeared in his eyes.

"Hih, ah...... my arm. My arm. Ahhh!"

The man panics for losing one arm and starts swinging when he swoops his sword with his remaining arm. A few demons fall in the midst of that confusion, but a man who lacks calm becomes the object of the demon's outfit.

Crowded together by the demons around him, the man left behind the cries of the severed demon to scatter his life.

Some adventurers stretch their faces at the end of the man's path. They were all upset to die so miserably. All the more so if it is of lower rank.

Such sights began to be seen not only among the adventurers but also among the private soldiers of Uncle Borderline.

The human side is gradually starting to be pushed by the overwhelming difference in numbers. That's what caused the current tragedy.

Fear and anxiety creep into the warriors' chests. It can be exchanged with causes that create deadly gaps in the battlefield.

"Not good... the war breaks down like this all at once...!"

Gillil squirms at the agitation mix, but I can't find a way to open it. It's too awkward to keep fighting in a situation of reduced morale as it is.

"Damn it! Lilith, whatever you want, give me instructions..."

At the time I tried to speak to Lilith in vain, a loud volume echoed into the battlefield as it echoed at the bottom of my belly.

"Don't be frightened, brave men! If we leave, know it's the end of what you need to protect!"

Edgar's scolding excites the hearts of the warriors on the battlefield. But that's not enough power to stop the fears and anxieties that propagated.

Hence...

Zuchin, and a giant orga stand in front of Edgar. It's like not saying a single step ahead of you from here, but looking down at Edgar with that giant.

Edgar glanced at such an aug and proclaimed it vociferously.

"Fine. If you're trying to block my path, there's no way. Slash it and throw it away! Warriors, burn my bravery in its eyes."

Put up the sword, Edgar is relative to the oak.

Edgar, who as a human would rather be in the good category, but Auga goes up one or two times of it. The muscles raised up like armor will inhibit the invasion of the sword, and the arms to be waved will crush the earth.

But there is no fear in Edgar standing in front of Auga. Just quietly builds up the fighting and sharpens the nerves.

A staring shadow in the middle of nowhere. The two shadows moved out at about the same time as the wind, smelling of blood, passed between them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

With an ambitious bark, Edgar jumped into the pocket of a heap and an orga. In contrast, Auga intercepts by waving her arm like a sickle.

Edgar kicked the ground forcefully when he calmly waited for his giant arm to loom like a sickle if he didn't prune his own life.

Edgar's body rises and does it over by spinning Auga's arms in the air.

"Noooo!"

There is a load on the body leaving active duty, but with that in mind, Edgar greets Auga's torso with a sweeping slash that adds momentum to the rotation.

- Gogaaaaaaaaaa!

The torso is slashed and torn diagonally, and the orga steps back frightened. Edgar penetrated to stab a stop there.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

Edgar's sword stabbed through the orga.

Oga, which took the form of a sword from his back, often stood up on the spot, but swayed his body and sank to the ground.

"See, brave men? You won't be afraid of demons, follow me and destroy all your enemies!!"

Drawing the sword out of Auga's body, Edgar raises his sword high as he boasts of his existence. Inspired by its prestigious appearance, the soldiers roared in unison. It can be said that the fears and anxieties that were propagating among the warriors were completely cut off.

Seeing how it goes, Gillil smiles a frightened bitterness.

"Is the boulder the lord... no, the ordinary lord isn't... Hey, Lilith -"

Looking back at Lilith, who lines up next door, Gillil loses her words.

"... Found"

Lilith lodges a swordswallowing light in her eyes and stares at a point on the battlefield. There was no usual princely atmosphere there, instead there was a murderous spirit sharpened like a sword.

"Hey, what's up, Lilith...?"

Gillil speaks out, bewildered by Lilith, who is leopardized as if she were someone else. But there is no response to that.

"Huh! Something to get away with. -!"

Lilith, who changed the color of her eyes to see what she saw, ran out shapelessly.

"Whoa, where are you going, Lilith!?"

Lilith vanished into a turmoil without stopping her legs, even as Gillil hurriedly called her to a halt, or if she hadn't heard.

"Damn it! The whole thing..."

With one small tongue slap, Gillil slashed down one striking demon after another.