Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

The end of the battle has already been opened and soldiers cross spears and swords on the front line.

Alan and the others must have intercepted here to use the river as an impromptu jetty. It was in the form of interceptions for the enemy to move.

Every single one and the stones of the great river plains seem to be causing the Luein soldiers to stop their feet, and the other side can't seem to storm into the murmur either.

The method of warfare, which did not protrude from the river plains, but did not draw from a favourable place, appeared tough.

Is it due to the suggestion of the prudent Mr Jerome, not the assault system Alan?

In it...... the big goat is dancing magnificently.

He's a rock resistant creature, so I wonder how he's doing...

Because I think it would be catastrophic to slip your legs in the water, or just Kawahara, but he's running upstream and downstream, while the Immortal beats down enemy soldiers with his cane.

Thanks to the fact that Falzian soldiers are gathering in the Ruein soldiers who have been knocked down or knocked over by the impact, the soldiers' wear and tear doesn't seem too intense either.

At the same time, the river plains stain red and black.

Light red mixes with river water.

The body is left to pinch between the stones.

I don't cry anymore when I see that, but I get a rush to get it over with. But I could see that there was a difference in force.

The Luein side is twitching and spreading its troops left and right, trying to make them cross the river from upstream and downstream.

Alan and the others are turning their soldiers around to prevent it, but we'll deal with it, so we're finally in shape.

"Thank you. You don't seem to have the momentum. Is it fatigue?"

Mr. Cain snaps as he brings the horse closer together.

I was feeling the same thing. I don't think there's enough hegemony to push back.

The center, on the other hand, also looks like a single altar for the goat immortal Count Ennistel, but the movement of a squad that is tying a cloak that becomes a mark and makes it less conspicuous is bad. And maybe the Count is doing something like a performer who ran off with Harrison.

Whatever it is, maybe we should pull this apart once and hold the luain down.

"Mr. Cain, can you step forward?

Mr. Cain nods at me, kicking gently in the belly of the horse.

"Please wait!

"It's dangerous!

Mr. Cyrus and the others are coming after us. I think I felt a sense of crisis when I was marshmallow in offense and defense without a groundhog (golem).

"I will push back the luain! I'll be right away!

Looking back, Mr. Emeline also had the look of impotence.

But I think it's time to do it now.

If a magician shows up who thought he wasn't there, it should be easier for Luain to lean toward the decision to pull a soldier by surprise too. But you can't surprise your opponent by approaching them slowly in a dirt shape (golem) from afar.

I'm unscrupulous myself, and I think I'm scared.

But if you're tired of fighting Ruein repeatedly, you should give him a break or give him momentum.

To keep you from dying any longer.

To the few cavalry that came from behind, the rear troops look back a little like they did.

"Sorry, get out of the way! Because I'm coming forward!

I was not suspected of being an enemy because I was on horseback riding in a dress that was incompatible on the battlefield and because Mr. Cyrus hurried to fly the Falgia flag even though it was small.

Surprisingly, the Phalgian soldiers pave the way.

"Hey, man, Chiara!?

"I came first!

Tell the wrong Alan, terminally. It's a hell of a short word, but I'd expect Alan to figure this out.

That's how Mr. Cain got me off the horse.

A few mels away, we're in the middle of a fight.

As Mr. Cain looks out for the enemy soldiers, I let the nearby rocks touch and image my hand holding a copper ore.

I just drilled a hole in the bottom of the river, and when the water pours in, it floats. They'll get away with it shortly after they fire an arrow.

It is difficult to use, as it may be flushed as soon as the copper ore is sprinkled, even as it is stopped.

To surprise you, show off the strong creature.

There is also an inheritance of fantasy organisms in this world that I envisage.

"It's easier to move around without feathers, right? Go Japanese-style! Get out!"

No more copper ore to blend into the rock. At the same time, the rocks began to protrude.

But a possible rock is not enough. Follow my magic, which also remembers the nearer rocks, and the great stones and pebbles of the river plains lift up in a straight line towards the Luein army, twisting like one creature to form a shape.

Will the length of the torso be about fifty mels?

Crocodile mouth and sharp teeth on its tip facing up high in the sky. Long beard and two horns. I stopped letting the scales float on the surface of the stone forming my body because it would be a waste of force, but this is enough.

Too bad there's no cool growling.

Screams, yells and yellow voices rise from enemy allies. They were screaming one word.

"It's a dragon!

Long torso, a dragon closer to a snake than a lizard.

Contrary to the Luein soldier, who rose in surprise, the Falzian soldier rebounds momentum when the magician arrives.

Mine didn't end by revealing the dragon, but let it storm from head to head across the river of thought.

Once the dragon stretched up high, moving along the river as it slid in, whenever it was bounced by the body of the stone, a yell arose in heavy unpleasant noises and screams.

Bite down your back teeth all the time and ignore what you hear.

The dragon that snatched the riverbed turned to the center to let it slide this time.

Dealing with stone dragons, the Luein side also becomes desperate.

I feel the penetrating, somewhat luxuriously built dragon being scraped all over the place or pulled off the hardening stone through my hands that touch and shed magic, but I can still keep it.

But Luain also doesn't see any immediate retreat.

It was when I made the dragon halibut-shaped and tried to scare me more.

"Nah...... what, this?

The feeling of fever rising and chills slipping down your spine.

It's like when I caught a cold, but I don't feel like I'm suddenly going to have a fever.

"Yes, Master. I'm weird..."

"Guru..."

If you notice, your master is not feeling well either. I'm trembling at the calf and in small pieces.

I can't handle magic well. It feels like water rippling toward a thin exit and turning into air.

My feet fluttered, but I noticed something unusual, Mr. Cain reaching out to me. I wanted support and accidentally grabbed that wrist.

"Mr. Chiara, let's leave once and for all"

"Wait... I'll do something about that, until..."

I twisted my teeth and pulled back the dragon, which began to break down slightly, lying on the river plain across the river.

"Knock..."

Try to push the nausea to come up and push out the magic.

It was painful and I accidentally held Mr. Cain's wrist tightly.

Instead, the dragon turned into a pillar of countless stones in an instant. Although not as tall as my back length, it would be a more obnoxious barrier than Kawahara's stone.

It's just not like Ruein soldiers can't get over it on foot.

He tries to come across a river narrowed in width by a corpse, avoiding pillars of stone so that he can be driven from behind.

In an attempt to push it back, a soldier-like squad of Alan and the Earl of Ennistel comes.

But the soldiers who were there are moving dull. It's like you're scared.

No, you can't.

As it is, even Alan and the others get hurt. We have to protect it.

Why can't you help yourself?

"Mr. Chiara, Mr. Chiara, what's wrong!?

Mr. Cain calls in with a harsh look. It's hard to even reply though. I want to sit back. I'd rather lie down and fall asleep.

But I thought I had to do something. At the end of that gaze, I saw Mr. Emeline with the bow.

At the end of Mr. Emeline's gaze was a brunette man who would be close to a grand age. Wrapping his slightly fat body in military uniform, he was surrounded by three Ruein soldiers. The person is cut and pressed together with one person and is very unlikely to be able to handle it any further.

Emeline shot through the Luainian soldiers who were around him one by one with arrows.

Ruein soldiers with arrows stabbed in their faces and necks fall.... I'm just confident. Mr. Emeline's bow arm is pretty good.

The man who was surrounded turned to Mr. Emeline as if angry.

"Oh no, Emera..."

"Uncle Henry, you must not expose yourself to anything unusual. Apologizing with my life is not enough if it is like drilling a hole in a battlefield like this. My aunt would like to join me in replacing her disorientation with her own life."

Mr. Emeline is my uncle, so I'm guessing he's Baron Delphion, who was called Henry.

To her words, Baron Delphion screamed.

"No, hey, stop it, Emeline! If that's about it, I will! Me. Oh!

Screaming, men storm the Luainian army with desperate shapes.

Do not let only the Baron go, the surrounding Delphion soldiers also suddenly turn to the Luainian soldiers with impatient momentum, from those who are captains to those at the end.

Alan and Mr. Jerome, who watched it, and the soldiers they were leading, had their eyes dotted.

Would it have taken about three seconds to reboot?

"And go on anyway!

With the decree of Alan, they also turn to the Ruein soldiers.

The Luein soldier said, "Hih-huh. Yeah!" He is pushed by the Baron Delphion, who storms with oddity, and Alan and the others prune the place where he was disturbed by the Earls of Enistel.

When Baron Delphion's side ran out of breath, now Alan would have come forward and thought it would be difficult for the Ruein side to attack this one right away.

I was relieved that I was going to pull it off one by one.

I was on my knees on the spot again when suddenly I felt so tired.

"Knight, pull away quickly. There's him!

Mr. Cain held him and put him on a horse, as he responded to the master who instructed him with a hurried voice.

"Master... who is he..."

Who the hell is by your side, and this is what happens?

"If you stay away from the rear of the formation or so, the impact will diminish. Take Chiara that far."

The master ignored my inquiry and continued to give instructions to Mr. Cain.