The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

Above the protective wall that protects Thelmus. Two hundred archers, dozens of barista personnel, and fewer than fifty magician troops in that space, which is not narrow but not even large. A total of less than three hundred humans were now engaged in a total anti-war with a large number of demons flying over the sky.

"Shoot! Just shoot! When you're approached, slash it with your sword! Whatever it is, this fence will protect you!!"

Fly the heat, put the drink in, and the commander takes his own sword and sweeps away the demons that storm the archers. Otherwise, we're being attacked by a shortage of hands.

After the pitch-black dragon broke into the battlefield, the sky's battle situation fell to a disadvantage at once.

The two hundred arrows unleashed by the archers are blown to the brisk wind that rolls by the pitch-black dragon striking the sky with its tough wings. A barista that also shoots through a dragon cannot be properly hit by a shock wave accompanied by a pitch-black dragon's emitting roar. I didn't even get scratched off by both of them until I got to the magic.

The attack did not make any sense, and the human side was to allow a unilateral intrusion of demons deep inside its own formation.

It is now a more intense war zone than ever, considering that there is currently no different turmoil than on the ground, no space is limited. Not half of them are taking the earliest bow and responding. Most of them had switched from bows to swords to fight.

In the first place, archers were unable to fire arrows at the time they were attacked over the wall. The reason is simple and clear. Because if we come off, the arrows will pour down on us or on the soldiers fighting downstairs.

You can't let an arrow go under circumstances where you're pregnant with the danger of shooting each other. Therefore, those who are now releasing arrows are only aiming far ahead. It's a demon that hasn't even reached the wall yet. The barista likewise only releases bullets against approaching dragons.

Others are archers and barista personnel escorts with swords. Only the Mage Squad is responding with witchcraft unchanged.

- It sucks...

The Commander bites with remorse in the midst of a feud between the gladiator and the anger, and the demons flying.

The war situation is unfavourable and zilli poor. I'm still keeping it now, but that won't last long either. It was packed when a few dragons arrived. If that pitch-black dragon comes in for real before then, even now, the walls will be destroyed. That won't happen because a biased, pitch-black dragon won't actively try to attack you.

The pitch-black dragon, which suddenly appeared and tilted the war situation at once, never made an attack. Just flying arrows and baristas, standing around protecting demons from magic, that's all.

You're not doing anything, then you don't have to worry, fight fully. I can't say for sure. The Black Dragon does not attack, but its very existence is already a spiritual load on the soldiers.

I don't know when it will work, I don't know how long this situation will last. The anxiety was spreading among the soldiers, even if they did not speak.

Very awkward situation. I can't even help breaking it. In the first place, this battle itself, the defeat. There's nothing I can do to inspire you or have no chance of winning.

If this were Edgar, the story would have been different. Now he excited the warriors by demonstrating that authority on the ground. But the commander here is out of character because of his ability to command, but that's all. Even if we can harness people's abilities, we can't bring people's abilities to life.

It was when the commander moaned at his immaturity. Finally, the worst moved.

- Gluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

A low, belly-bottomed roar emitted from a lacquered black dragon, not a roar that scattered shockwaves until now.

As that low roar penetrated the battlefield, a demon flying through the sky stopped moving as soon as possible. Soldiers on the fence also stop attacking the demons who abruptly stopped moving, turning their gaze to nature and the pitch-black dragon.

The high-profile, pitch-black dragon leans back heavily in the air. It's as if you're staring at the ground.

It was at the same time that the commander dived his eyebrows in surprise at the behavior and the demons began to move away from the barrier at the same time.

A bunch of demons, who have so far harshly blamed themselves, began to flee with their backs turned in the momentum that scattered the spider child. The soldiers stood up to the unexpected situation.

In the meantime, the commander, who realized what was coming in the forehand inquiry, raised a screaming voice.

"It's the brace - the brace is coming!!"

The demons didn't escape, that pitch-black dragon gave instructions to disengage them from the perimeter of the fence. Not to get caught up in the blow you unleash.

Because he realizes it, the commander will raise his voice.

"Everybody out. No! Get off the ground now!!"

Even just a growl scatters a shock wave to the point of shivering the battlefield. If it were to be a brace, perhaps this fence would be destroyed without a build-up.

Then at least the soldiers alone must be kept alive and put down on the ground to contain the loss of power.

The wall breaks down and many soldiers are lost. If you're asked which is better, it's definitely the former. The commander just made that decision accurately. In this situation, however, the commander's instructions were only confusing.

In the space above the fence, the soldiers panic and slay to the stairs that descend to the ground. There was no way we could get down smoothly in a crowded situation, and the vicious jaw (and aftermath) of the pitch-black dragon was opened while more than half of the soldiers were still left behind.

- That's it...

Running late soldiers fall into despair. The commander also looked up to heaven with a similar look on his face to that of giving up.

Moment after moment, it opened wide and a scorching light burst out of my chin (after). The burning light emitted becomes a white flame and is emitted.

When everyone gave up on the impending white flames, swallowing the great and stubborn walls, a breeze blew through the battlefield -

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Time goes back a little bit.

Blood splashing, bloody foggy ground. Human beings and demons alike sharpen and take their lives away from each other. Inequality cannot exist on the battlefield. We all stand at equal risk of losing our lives.

A battlefield that washes blood with such blood, just in the middle of an army of demons. Silver dances in an impromptu arena created by demons surrounding it.

"Kuhhh!"

Lilith's body dances through the universe with a scream full of bitterness. Hit your whole body hard on the ground as it is, moaning weakly.

Ljuvius looks at the figure from a short distance and then looks up far above. In the sky, a pitch-black dragon was like a king, with its wings spread out and stood in dignity.

"At the tide..."

Yes, when Ljuvius shrugged, the pitch-black dragon hung his long neck as if he had shown it all together.

"Hell also moved. Your defeat is now settled."

Ljuvius asked Lilith, who rises in pain at the edge of his sight.

"Still, do you still stand, human?"

"Naturally, yes... our purpose is only to buy time. I don't want to go home alive from the start."

Lilith behaves in a temperament, supporting her body, which is about to fall with her sword instead of a cane. But the battle against demons and the drain of a single strike with the demons came here to reach their limits.

"Ugh..."

Lilith falls from her knees and down to the front. Continuation of the earliest battle was difficult.

"We fought well for humans, should we praise them? You carved a wound in my flesh, you can be proud."

Ljuvius' voice, saying so, had an honest colour of praise. He truly celebrates Lilith's good fight. Don't look down on me because I'm human, as a single warrior.

Lilith fought resolutely. He scolded his heart, which was about to break just because it was relative, and fought through it by squeezing all the power he could have.

As a result, it was as if I had no teeth. Ljuvius' body was too stiff to stand a sword blade in the first place. The flushing of his specialty also became a bad hand on the other hand who was broken down and failed to function because his opponent attacked him with his bare hands, causing him to accumulate without taking any damage.

In addition, the fatigue accumulated deprived him of the excellence of his moves and physical movements, making him a one-sided battle. Still, as Ljuvius himself said, Lilith fought well.

His stiff dragon scales were slashed and torn apart in isolated differences in strength. No one can blame Lilith for trying to do everything here.

But...

"Ugh...!"

Lilith lifts her torso with both arms, inserting her right knee into the open gap and taking it to a knee-standing position. He raised his sword to the ground, squeezing his strength and stood up.

Lilith finally got up about it. The body is full of creativity, it's hard to take a step or set up a sword. Even in that state, she is looking straight back at Ljuvius.

And Llevius watched.

"Why did you get up so far? What drives you that far?"

Slightly tilted his neck and questioned him.

Lilith closed her eyelids so as to put her thoughts to a distant past, and dropped her gaze on the knight's sword in her right hand.

"Promise... I did"

He had such a fine voice that he was likely to be scratched off by the sound of the battlefield. But Ljuvius, a demon tribe, never misses hearing, and listens quietly.

"Now it's time to protect me, because I promised. I'll fight to protect you till the end."

Promise I made with the Lord during this time. That's what drives Lilith. For all that promises, the ex-knight keeps fighting.

"Well, the other half of my promises aren't going to come true..."

I laughed at myself all the time, adding that.

Llevius, who heard Lilith's readiness to the end, meditated often,

"Fine. With the utmost respect for your readiness, I will crush you with all my might."

Cut, open your eyes and unleash unparalleled intimidation.

Back to the wave of intimidation as if a storm had blown, but Lilith stops on the spot by summoning all of the power of her will. For the first time, Ljuvius came up with something delightful about that look.

"Yikes!!"

"Ahhh!!"

The two shadows popped up almost simultaneously.

Lilith felt her nerves sharpened like never before. It's also called the idiotic power of a fire, or the fact that I'm dying makes my survival instincts amplify my senses to the extreme.

The concentration that led to the extreme created a kind of delay in the perceived world. It's commonly known as a state where the opponent's movement stops and he looks. Lilith had now reached that frontier unintentionally.

In a world that moves exceptionally slower than ever, put all of the excitement that lingers calmly into both swords, aiming precisely at the throat where the only slash could pass.

In the blink of an eye, the two shadows intersect.

- Kiin!

A tall metal noise rang.

The source of the sound is Lilith's left hand sword. The sword's body had been cut so beautifully from the middle that it was horrible. It was severed by Llevius' sharp nails.

"Gu......"

A groan leaks out of a gap in his eaten teeth, and Lilith kneels. Its left shoulder has been slashed and torn open, burning and severe pain striking uninterruptedly.

With each sword's full body, he suppresses his torn left shoulder, turns only his neck and sees Ljuvius standing behind him.

Ljuvius walks over to Lilith as if he were an executioner, wrapped in a solemn atmosphere, without anything to be more proud of.

Eventually, standing in front of Lilith, Ljuvius raised his arm to stab the stop with his sharp nails. It also looks like a blade that drops its own neck, and Lilith keeps looking up at Ljuvius for at least resistance and all.

"Be prepared to die, human."

Ljuvius' fierce claws are swung down.

Over the sky, a pitch-black dragon is throwing up white flames.

Everyone on the battlefield held a view. That was exactly the time.

- A breeze blew through the battlefield.

My familiar silver hair swims through the universe in the wind that passes through, mixing with the 'red' that I've been familiar with here lately.

It was at the same time that Lilith looked out for it and Ljuvius was beaten up by the red intruder.

"Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu -!?"

Ljuvius crashes into the ground with a great deal of space. There was a stunned phase on its face.

When Lilith is flabbergasted by the incredible sight of her opponent being beaten up, who she had no hands or feet, the Red Intruder squeezes her fist,

"I don't know what's going on or what's going on, but I let you hit me once for now."

I naturally said something unscrupulous.