The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

--on the northern front.

It is Shinhachi Nagakura, who broke through the center of Ashtarotto's army and northed his horse riders, but detects an attack from behind.

Nagakura entrusts the princess on her horse to her subordinates and flips and intercepts the horse itself.

Hijikata is a former companion.

When he runs his horse silently, he draws his sword from his waist and tries to drop Nagakura's neck without any doubt.

"You're the deputy chief of the demon."

I leaked it to my own mockery.

"Because I was one of them. We don't have words."

"That's right. I drank a lot the other day. There's nothing to miss anymore."

Nagakura also performed a knife extraction technique when she pulled out her waist.

Three years old take it with a sword.

The clamor continues, but the horse descends, not from either side.

Horses were bad for each other. I'm not training to start a sword right now.

They both swing their swords when they put their feet on the ground at the same time.

A strike between masters, it may look like threads are dancing from the surroundings.

However, if you touch the thread slightly, somewhere in your body will be cut off. Both swordsmanship was as good as that.

"My third birthday, I broke up in the role of E-chen, but I raised my sword arm in Hakodate."

"Let me pull you out, you'll be stronger than when you were in Kyoto."

"I've lived far longer than you. In the meantime, I trained."

"Otherwise you'd be alive enough. Die."

Nagakura took the three-year-old who made a blow to the side, and released a slash.

In this way, the defense of the retreat continues unabated.

Everything around me is breathtaking in that high-level battle.

However, if the strength is the same, the equilibrium will always collapse over time.

Three years old and Nagakura were almost one-fifth strong, but there was only one problem, which meant that Nagakura was getting old.

He lived for decades after the collapse of the Shogun. He kept his life until he was seventy-five.

Meanwhile, Hijikata died in Hakodate. She is 34 years old.

Heroes are summoned in the spirit summons, but three years old were summoned when they died in Hakodate. Nagakura was summoned later in life.

This difference was very big.

In the 34-year-old swordsman and the 75-year-old swordsman, the skills were the same, but there was a difference in physical strength.

After about an hour of fighting, it will appear true.

Nagakura began to breathe on his shoulders rather than his whole body. Meanwhile, the third birthday was over.

Nagakura will only be able to fire six shots while the third year of age fires ten shots.

Nagakura began to see shadows in swordsmanship like divinity and was pushed.

This was everyone's match, and the moment they thought so, Nagakura came up with a strange plan.

Ignoring the words of a three-year-old who would surrender, he raised his sword and made a strange noise.

This is the last blow, the last blow you'll ever say.

Mitsuzo thought, "This won't fit unless you cut it off with your arms." Nagakura's right arm was mercilessly cut off.

But that was Nagakura's aim. The moment Nagakura cut off his right arm, he pulled out the armpit he had put on his waist with his left hand, and pushed it up against the neck of a third year old.

So the third year old, who had his throat cut off, died.

--It wasn't. I told her to stop the flanking with one thin piece of skin.

"Now I've won this fight. Isn't there a difference?

Nagakura, three years old, responds with a smile.

"What a man. I can't say anything anymore if it comes out like this. Very well. I'll pull the army out here."

When three years old admitted to losing, Nagakura stopped bleeding in her right arm and went straight to Princess Alicia.

But Nagakura was silent there. I see an incredible sight.

There was a beautiful princess surrounded by hive workers.

The ants did not shed tears, but expressed their grief throughout their bodies.

The princess was asleep in the centre. He was dead as if he were asleep.

Look at the beautiful dead face of the princess. He was as pure as an angel.

Nagakura understood.

Apparently my reinforcements didn't make it.

It seemed that Ariosh was attacked by the men of the demon king Ashtarotto.

Alicia was the daughter of Aliosh the queen, and her life was one hundred years old. If Aliosh dies, all her daughters will die.

This is how Alicia died, but not now.

I was ready from the beginning.

Ali 'osh's base was weak, and the Ashtalot army's detachment that took it down was strong.

The Virgin of Orleans, Jeanne Dalk, the mightiest ninja-style magician Kotaro of the Sengoku, and the windy bowman Robin Hood.

A famous hero took part. It made sense to lose.

However, I was disappointed that Hannibal had failed to take advantage of the bloodline he had cut off at the risk of his life.

I don't want to grow old at all.

Nagakura wanted to be angry, but when she stopped thinking about it, the great general lifted up the princess who had offered her loyalty.

Her body was as light as ever, but it was hard to lift her with one left arm. My men assisted me.

Nagakura thanked them and turned his back on the third birthday and took the south course.

At least I wanted to return my beloved Acacia to Hannibal.

--No, Hannibal isn't from the world anymore.

Then at least I'll bury you in the grave with me.

Nagakura ran south without worrying about the blood dripping off her right arm.

The final act begins.

The ant queen Aliosh was defeated, but the battle was not over yet.

The army of ants, Hive Worker, is a family member of Ariosh, and if Ariosh dies, he will be unable to nourish himself and will die.

But he didn't die soon after that. There is a few days of respite.

The ants did not spend the respite quietly, but used it to bloom to death.

I used it to save my beloved Commander.

The same is true of human mercenaries.

Though the trend had already been settled, I did not intend to hand over Hannibal's body to Ashtalotto.

To take Hannibal's body from the Ashtarotto army, Nagakura pulled out the rest of the army and broke through the enemy.

An army that breaks like Moses' Ten Commandments.

Ashtalotto's army could not stand Nagakura's assault, and once they had cleared the way, they dived into the center and headed to Hannibal's dead spot.

So we kick off the soldiers trying to retrieve the body and put Hannibal's body on the horse.

I tried to leave at once, but Nagakura's men asked me.

"Nagakura-sama, where are you going?"

Nagakura said he would hold his beard.

"The future."

"The future?

"That's right. The future. Hannibal lived in the past. I went around the Mediterranean world, betrayed by fellow citizens, and met a princess in this world. I lived with a girl like my grandson. The princess lived her present life hard. He lived his life for his mother, for his men, and for his life. There's only a future for those two."

The men who heard the words broke their faces, took the lead and kicked the Ashtalotto army out.

After that, no one knows what happened to Nagakura and his men.

According to the last report of the men who saw him, there was no way he could survive seeing bloodstained clothes and horses covered in blood.

Three years old seems to be convinced of the death of his former comrade.

Nagakura was an idiot.

He spoke no more about Nagakura Shinhachi than he did about grief.

Thus came the end of a series of battles, known as the War of Hereafter, and the War of Ants.

Count Ismaria's death, the seizure of her territory, and the death of the ant queen Aliosh, who brought great trouble to the surrounding countries, killed even more horrible generals and swordsmen than she did.

The Ashtalotto army was also heavily damaged, but Ashtalotto led the battle to an end without hurting a single people.

His reputation is said to have resonated in the surrounding countries.

The Realist Demon King will destroy any misfortune, and the people honored him.