Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

At that time, the communication (line) is connected with the sound of zah.

It was Mr. Doula who spoke colder than usual.

'Marie, I need your help this time, can I?

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Uh, is it just me?

Me and Mariabelle blinked.

Needless to say, I and Uridora are important fighters. In the past, I have often been sent out to investigate enemy forces.

He said, "Because you're not going to die," but I didn't think it would be insulting.

I don't think a heavily mounted presence that looks forward is an insult. Signs of being a strong man, far or away, have arrived, and earlier there was some advice from Uridra.

They don't imitate it like it would be warm if it were normal, and I feel different than usual. If the Royal Army in the rear is on guard, is she fighting a battle I don't know about?

That conjecture had been taken, and the operation, which Ms Doula asked me, was one that did not engage in any special way of fighting, such as formation of positions by Marie.

Even if Marie looks anxious for the first time, I and Uridora can only shrug their shoulders. We are unfamiliar with mass warfare, and we can only watch what happens.

It was at the same time that the communication (line) went out and the sound of horseshoes began to sound from the back of the aisle.

As Prince Walth and his factions stared, the voice of a sharp woman remained on the battlefield.

"Side by side, shield, stand up!

With a sharp voice, a shield can be erected all at once. It overlaps each other's shields and is also greatly enhanced by the cushioning of the human body. If you are a co-opponent, you will not be the first to be broken.

But the prince says, "It's a quick count".

"We don't know the formation or ability of the enemy to move from here, but it's a little too obvious. Women are short-tempered, but they can't kill us all if we're swayed by them."

It's still far away, but the demon has a body close to people and spans horses again. The level was around 70, and there were even those who had reached 80. It's a strength that greatly outweighs this soldier, but that's only known to him with eyes that foresee the truth.

"Spear (Pike) heh, stand up!

A spear about seven meters long, along with an ambitious voice, comes out of the gap of the shield. The weapons in their hands are unified in black, making them look like vicious demons full of lizards.

And a bunch of heavy-duty riders running around showed up.

The passage is illuminated by countless light spirits, and the enemy formation rises at a distance of one hundred meters. They are packing distances from each other and are becoming shaped like spear tips.

A huge spear protruding looms as it blows up powdered snow. Shivering vibrations from the bottom of his belly and the killings emitted by the demons caused the soldiers around him to reverse the nodding hairs simultaneously.

"Look, I've made an expansion on the surface against the line. Is it easy to break through, and there will be damage here? Dense and set up a shield."

When the damage reaches the subsequent Royal Army, he quickly rearranges his formation. Order a dense jewel mould and send instructions so that you can deal with it from any angle forward.

In the middle of it, the voice of the red-haired woman echoed again.

"Rapid fire, two shots! Shoot!

Spitted out of the gap between bam, bam, and shield is a wind-up crossbow. It is cross shaped and can be released two shots in a row when rotated. The difference with the bow is its length to launch and the fact that it can be easily handled by anyone. The downside would be that you can't shoot to keep standing.

That draws an arc and descends onto the heavy mount. When we reached it, a blue and white barrier floated up, making the same noise as the firing noise and being shattered badly.

It is only assumed to be a prototype of horseback cavalry in modern times, and it is equipped with the function of expanding barriers. Those around him peeled at protecting the rider to a certain impact and also having defensive abilities when it comes to anti-magic.

"Shield, second step, stand up, eh!

But don't worry, Doula screams.

Shields ride on top of each other, along with more damning ordinances than earlier. All this was cultivated with training in the second tier, something that did not make you feel any starch or fear at all.

"... threw the arrows away early? No, you've been making up your mind before you shot me? Why."

While at the forefront of the Royal Army faction, the prince muttered to no one.

The current movement is reflected in his eyes, as he had decided beforehand. But I don't know what I'm after.

Yes, there's something that even his eyes don't understand. There's something I can't foresee. One of them was a big black horse who made a noise and appeared on his own.

The rider wraps his whole body in armor and blows his coho and cold breath straight up. Much colder breath than the cold air in the fourth layer.

As the master of the Black Rose Mansion, the ruler (master) in the Diamond Squad, Pseli, appeared murderous all over his body.

No, not if you're looking at it for a long time.

The drooling and looming heavy mounted riders are slowly leveling the tip of the spear, showing further acceleration.

It's 50 meters off at a distance, and it's a distance you can already see to their vicious faces.

When the red-haired woman waved her sword, the front line ripped to the left and right.

"Diamond Squad, Pselli! Go!"

A loud, loud speared psyllis rushes. The hives scatter sparks and hysterically white-eyed military horses roar violently, leaving the formation at a rate to the astonishing.

Spitted out. That reminds me of an ice-covered killing intent.

It's cold and sharp, straight to the tip of the heavy mounted horse, and all I think about is the opponent shaking without a single blink.

The heavy mount, which had to deal with it, also leaned forward again, running against the koo and the cold exhaling woman.

Pagogushaa the moment Puseli approached me so close that I could see the crazy hiccups! It sounds hard to describe. The extra speed, mass, and sharpness tear the armor apart, and the horse who loses his head dances through the universe with a rigid body.

Blood flying into space and scattered fragments show that they did destroy the spear-shaped formation. But it only made me chip the tip of the spear. Imminent succession looms to take the neck of the young ruler (master).

Ha, ha, I can hear you exhale.

The Lord of Voices is a man of great stature, with the same dark hair as Kitase. One, walking away from the position, he exhales long breaths again.

"I don't think I'm going to be too pompous and prodigious. Well, no. Anyway, the Southerners know what that prince is doing."

The fingers I gripped slightly were covered in blood, and I drew a spiral and ran up my arms. Zella barked majestically as she showered picturesque blood on her cheek.

"Ten Million Blades of Dust (Blaze Burst) Oops!!

The blood of the splashed enemy, Dossie! and make a noise and turn into a spear-shaped sharp one. The Southerners just wanted blood as the mighty. Even that blood turns into a weapon and pierces the heavy mount in chains.

As the sound of falling off the horse sounds, it is the pussy-manipulated military horse that rushes, grabbing and pulling up the grunting big man's arm. She was the one who was scratching her whole body, but she had the look on her face that she was somehow sealing her freezing intentions to kill earlier.

Behind it, let it smell more like tar blood, but the blue and white flames light up the masks of the heavy mounted riders in the blood smoke.

Though they crushed the speed by the military horses, it's still just a fight. With a long and sharp spear, he was tired of forming a horizontal row.

The demons who proceeded were illuminated by the light fairy, and the full story was revealed here.

It has nearly double the number of soldiers, and if you say it by mass, it's much higher. So much so that the forged soldiers groan, but Doula does not skip the order to retreat. I exalted myself to make up for my lost courage.

"You guys want the treasure! You want to be a hero! Do you want to reach paradise (Eden)! Whatever you want is ahead of you! We will never retreat!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

But the blood vessels of Mississippi Doula's forehead rang at the way the men were looking at each other with their surroundings.

"If anyone wants to escape, I'll smack you in the head! Speak up, voice eh! Speak up man until useless golden balls are empty!!

Oops! The men made a wild scream.

As the prince looks stunned, Doula's scolding continues, eventually turning into a heartbeat and close rhythm.

Nature and sweat erupt and melt before even the powdered snow arrives at the men's body temperature.

If I had noticed, I would have liked to skewer that demon. When I realized it, I was attacked by the desire to just violently exorcise demons with a laugh.

Not yet, not yet, he suppressed his desire, and when he saw a bunch of enemies appear from beyond the blood smoke, the red-haired woman just ordered him to "kill".

The sound echoed on the battlefield with the docu was the sound of a spear launched into the demon's heart. Ha-ha-ha. The men exhale in a temper and skewer the second row of people by sending an impending spear.

When he sees a fallen heavy mount at the front, Doula screams.

"Step back, step back! Now!"

Za, and the wave of shields retracted, and at the same time she was screaming backwards.

"Out of the way, royalty! That's in our way!

What do you mean? Hakam, under his command, managed to push Prince Walth, who showed his face that So-so face is like some salarier, even a verse that is learning how to treat him little by little.

When I was younger, the regular soldiers began to show their retreat as they exchanged old stories about things like that.

There will be the impression that there are many passives in the war situation.

With every step pulled, this one is also damaged, and those behind it do it with a hug and support so that their companions do not fall hard.

The passage is loaded with the bodies of enemy allies and is developing into a muddy battle.

Less damage is undoubtedly the central diamond squad, mass-producing piles of corpses by the first skill of "below sound speed is automatic interception" by brave candidate Zarish. If there is a complete defensive barrier that protects the area around it, there will be no more enemies.

But that alone is impossible to maintain a horizontally overstretched front line. We have to pull one step at a time, as Doola commands, and somehow kill a bunch of demons in a favorable position.

Prince Walth opens his eyes as he fills up with the smell of tar-like blood and can no longer satisfy his breath. Passing corridors began to light red at the same time.

Installation magic is not so rare. It is also said that depending on how it is used, it greatly influences the war situation.

But this density opened my eyes to see if I could do that. Exactly then, how ooh! and heat enough to stain his vision red to envelop the heavy-duty riders.

"Ohhhh! This..."

Aaaahhh and the passage is filled with the screams of the demons, and at the same time the soldiers explode with joyful voices.

Yea, and as she lifts her hands and rejoices, the red-haired woman leaks her relieved breath. Her reaction was a whisper, even though she turned over an overwhelmingly inferior war situation, suppressed by a small number of damages.

It was an overwhelming victory when I finished.

We set up the battle early because we wanted to set up explosive magic at our feet and keep it hidden from our enemies, and it was also in the horizontal row that we expected the infantry to fight each other.

Running in a critical manner, Pseli was released after identifying the enemy's abilities, and the depths of the Southand family used in the fighting also now think that it was there that was most effective.

Although the installation magic was extremely good, it was essential to densify many of the enemy formations in one place. Therefore, he maintained that formation and took the time to make a retreat to show it.

What I think is scarier than anything is if. If the Royal Army had been attacked, it could have been destroyed in the same way.

Looking down at them with joy, Prince Walth had such a thing in mind. The red-haired woman who looks at this one and smiles all the time is exactly the look that was inviting that thought.

"Abominable..."

That's how he shrugged, then he let the formation unravel around him.

This was the fourth tier of today's attack in order to prioritize surrounding searches and the treatment of the injured.