Evacuate the dwarven troops early and open the way with the remaining three. I do not know if it will go out or go out.
However, as soon as the dwarves had begun to retreat, Shaltar took his immediate squad and entered the space.
This only ignites the explosive, but it is not easy.
There were more enemies than expected, and it seemed time-consuming to ignite the two explosives at the same time.
The operation was not likely to be successful without reducing the number of zombies at all.
"No way there is so much"
Complains.
"They may have caught not only our people, but also nearby villagers and travellers and turned them into zombies."
Godlieb speculates.
"No way, people will get angry if they do that.
Jeanne is astonished.
"But there are actually human zombies."
Sure, there were human zombies. They approach with empty eyes and attack. If you dodge it, you will dig into the fist that has been magically strengthened and fly your head.
"Well, it doesn't matter what they're thinking about. Sometimes they tell humans to attack human rebels. I have to get through it. "
"Agree!"
The blonde saint swings his sword. Five zombies fall down with a single sword.
"Ok!"
An old dwarf with goggles ground Lesser Demon with a shot of a battle ax.
Both are encouraging warriors. I try to cast the spell so that I can beat them, but I can stop it. Magic flew from afar. A lump of energy flies. It was the energy bolt magic called Arrow of Magic. The magic arrows were thick and sharp. Immediately realizes that the user is not an ordinary magician. The amount of magic, murder, everything was impossible.
When I stare at the man who fired the arrow of magic, I understand. It was a guy. A demon who surprised this village and used the dwarves as test benches. This guy seems to have come to the forefront. Then it is no problem to use explosives anymore. I send a signal to Jeanne, who has zombie down. Send Godstory to Goddlieb, who is beating the devil.
"-You can draw both."
Upon hearing the words, they are surprised.
Although it was a pre-determined strategy, it was unexpected that such a large number of monsters would come.
Saint Jeanne does not stop cutting off zombies. It seems to remain until the end. You can't leave me alone. She is a gentle girl, but she has no choice but to ask God Leave.
"Godlieb, please throw her daughter into the side hole."
"Awareness"
And Godlieb grab the neck of Jeanne, who is fighting, and throw it into the side hole. He pulled the string above the side hole with his own battle ax. Then Iwato closes with a loud noise. I can hear Jeanne's voice from the back of the rock.
"Devil King, sly. I will fight you to the end. If you have anything, God will not forgive me."
But his voice was quiet. Iwato is a thick proof, but we may be worried about it.
"Godlieb, if I tighten that Iwato, wouldn't Godlieve escape?"
"Finally. Why should the eagle escape?"
"I'm going to blow it up now. Godlieve can't transfer with magic."
"Is that so?"
Godlieve laughed, "Oh, cool."
"--I was going to die from the beginning."
"That's right. The strategy you thought was the best, but you don't know how to handle explosives.
Godlieb says, and puts a stone at his feet. It seems to be a remote device. When he pushes it, the other entrance is blocked.
The demons watching it startle. At last, they have noticed that they have been invited. Everyone ran up to Shartar and talked about something. Shaltar stares at him with his bruxism. I feel good, but I don't feel like watching it.
The rest only detonates, but not as long as there is Godleab here. I grab the ignition amulet I had prepared for the detonation.
"Well, is it an amulet that seals the magic of Ignition?"
"I was trying to fire at a time difference."
"In the meantime, run away with transfer magic."
"Yes ... I can't do it anymore"
"Why?"
"You know, because you are there."
"The Demon King Ashtaroth is the king of plots, but I heard he was a realist and a Machicabist."
"What realism and Machiavellism believe that means ruthlessness will eventually be ruined."
"I see, I thought so, so I might die here."
"I can't die alone. Let's go on a rampage and die together. If neither of us can fight, we'll just need to defeat ourselves again."
"No, that's not the case. I have to have Demon King Ashit live for a long time. I don't want to die in such an underpass. It's enough for an old man to die."
Godreeve takes the crystal ball out of his bosom. The magic seems to be contained.
"This crystal ball can only be used for an eagle. It was left behind by our ancestors. The explosives here have a blasting power beyond a radius of 100 meters.
"... God Reeve, you are from the beginning ..."
"It's like buying it too. At first I didn't have any feelings about the Demon King I just met. I thought it would be nice if this guy died and the village was saved. It's the wrong Machiavellism."
The dwarf smiles and continues, laughing.
"But its heart to protect strangers. The mercy of fighting as a dwarf shield on the battlefield. If you look at them, the eagle's heart will have to move."
Godlieb put it this way and finally said,
"Whatever the eagles who scammed up deceived, say nothing, but ask for one from the village. I want them to be taken to the castle of the Demon Lord and protect them. They are excellent warriors and talented architects. , Become a skilled craftsman. Open the future of my people. "
He crushes the crystal ball. His palms shine brightly. When the light hand rested on my shoulder, I realized. He entrusted the dwarven people. I will transfer from now on. He is going to die. All realized. I shout.
"Godlie Booo!"
The shout only sounded empty in the subspace and in the place after the transition. Godreeve's last look was gentle. He had such a healthy face that he would never die. I will never forget that expression.
Tears spill on my cheeks. I knew it for the first time since reincarnation. Demon King also cry. The Demon King is sad if his friend dies. Cry.
It was thanks to a dwarf named Godleab who was able to know that. As I bite my lips, I burned the explosive sound heard from a distance. It sounded like the sound of a bell sending a friend to heaven.