Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Zah, zah, zah!

Pinch a few adjustments, and the sand-mixed noise snarls into the hall. The source was the Devil, and it was the old sorcerer who stared at it, and the man who presided over the Labyrinth attack.

Receiving means the main unit wants to transmit something. Hakam leaks her calm voice as she rubs her bearded jaw.

"I'm glad I embarked on an ancient labyrinth offense in deflection, but it won't work, so do something about it... I don't know why, I feel like they're going to say something like that"

"Well, I don't have to be you. Anyone who stands up and down will have such a hard time until he dies or retires. So I can't, but I want to go upstairs, or I want to retire."

Hakam puts his finger on his red copper forehead, pointing his gaze at every other person who feels that it has nothing to do with me. That's how the adjustment of the magic tool was completed while rubbing loose between the eyebrows.

"Starting the retreat mission now. Attack team two, arm yourselves and wait for Prince Walth's orders."

You see, the old man laughs strangely at Hakam shrugging his shoulders with his eyes. I can't let my men see me like that, and I can't do it unless I'm in this simple tent.

After regaining his grumpy military-like face, Hakam pays the tent curtain by hand and shows up in front of his men. But it was by no means the voice that conveyed the directives from the upper echelons as they stood.

"Expand the first screen."

"Ha, I'll expand!

On, the video is shown in the hall with an unusual sound. It reflected the formation that began to withdraw, and it was also precisely the battlefield where the princes were struggling right now. And the "Second Attack Squad" and the unintentionally called ones are not playing.

It was the fully armed soldiers standing side by side who were illuminated by the light source, and the red-haired doula at the head had a more discontentented look on his face than a rugged......

I'm sorry, and for Hakam, I rarely bow my head, and the opposing woman deflects her face from Puy. But the reason we were in a bad mood was that we were forced to interrupt our evening with our beloved man... not something we could say to each other.

"You guys are truly manipulative. Why don't you hit a useless prince with that extra lust? I think it's refreshing, huh?

Except for this frightening old man.

Without even looking back, Doola calms down with Singh as she deliberately sways her red hair.

Even though Hakam, the only one in a position to see Doula's expression, gave him the "Hey idiot, don't" glance, the old soldier Gaston held his belly looking fundamentally strange.

"Guha, don't make me laugh, Doula! Haunt the prince in front of him and make a fast forward march, and he'll be great at the attic at night! You're gonna kill me laughing!

The old man's obedient Ruby squad has the alias Cannibal Fish (Barracuda). But even such a crew swallowed a gook spit. It's about watching Doula's murderous, visibly rising, and Hakam paling his face. It was probably unconscious to keep away from the old man.

and the magician's wand struck a cobblestone to get rid of such air.

"Fool, you didn't learn your private language carefully in the barracks"

"I'll say that, but if I leave you alone, I can throw one party with just Doula's kid..."

"Will you shut up, you idiot mon! If you make any more noise, I'll throw you out of our offensive squad!

Oh, I'm so pretty, and although I voyage, Gaston pushes silence. Apparently, some of the surrounding people realize that they are willing to participate in anything and everything in the Labyrinth attack.

The kingdom of Alirai is grumpy with harsh commandments, and it is rare for someone as disastrous as this old man to survive. He likes dangerous assignments and joins them, always looking for a place to die. Then they realize this is more dangerous than anywhere else on earth.

Hakam and Aja think about how far the hell they're holding the information. The sorcerer changed his gaze as he leaked his breath of hussy and shudderness. The point is a screen reflecting the fourth tier of a state of turmoil.

"Video magic that should have been lost, by the way. Let us thank Lord Uridora for teaching us that principle. It's a luxury for us to be able to constantly monitor every moment of battle."

This is the equipment that was left in the third tier.

Previously, demonic props were used to keep track of the war and only information on the dots was available. But Aja, a sorcerer, hastens to figure out the ritual immediately. The obsession with making improvements based on demonic props so that anyone as well as some of the polar ones can handle them is probably only enthusiasm because they know their life span.

That's why I taught Mariabel the art of detection at all costs. No one in this offensive team is more tempted to develop succession than Aja.

Hakam finally opened his mouth after seeing his surroundings quiet and one nod.

"Gentlemen, as you know, the fourth tier is an enchantment beyond intelligence. This is what happens when you seriously try to attack from the front"

Point to the state of war as if it were a bad example. A serious statement as a position, but few frowned. Alirai is a mother country for all, and thoughtfulness is endlessly strong.

But when the other person becomes royal, it won't be the same story.

"I'm in a difficult position to do as I know, but I'm also angry that they call me the Second Army for nothing. Why don't you say Gatsun if you feel like it? Let us do what we want without rattling."

What we're here for is a battle-specific rough line. Usually the noisy ones, too, push and shut up at this time. The ruler is making him regarded as a hegemony, conspiring rather than exaggerating, joking, etc. Now I'm about as happy as Gaston is. Although the old man at the time kept his earlier statement well and kept it to a somewhat unpleasant grin.

"What, you guys? All of a sudden. You don't have a stakeout."

Everyone knows it's rather the other way around. I feel a lot of fighting going on, and I have a uniform "let's do this" look.

And everyone's spokesperson has stared straight at me.

"Dear Hakam, may I make a statement?

It was Doula who took the lead. It beautifully suppresses earlier killings and restores his expression as a Cold War deposited soldier.

Tell him to talk, and he'll let his eyes shine in the dim hall shaking his burning red hair.

"Does that mean we do it thoroughly?"

"I'll do it thoroughly, that means. What, when you stop beating, throw your maximum fighting power and the market is set. Unfortunately, there are no boys... Shirley, will a friend who calls you a princess at times join us in the war?

But I can't notice the woman who was abruptly told the story and had been looking all over the room until then. I bounced my shoulder off Uridora and pointed my slightly blue-sky eyes at the conductor... but I said, "Uh, who are you talking about, friend?," he said, turning his troubled face to Uridra behind him.

He finally figured out he wasn't going to say it, whispered in his blush and ear. Looking back again, she showed her thumbs up adorably, so, um, Hakam nodded.

"Then let's march to the magical fourth tier..."

Unusual for him, he gives a badly chopped order and mumbles. Maybe he was thinking about the boy who isn't here.

Yes, the fourth tier is a demonic realm. There is no guarantee that I will be able to go home alive, but I also want to have a floating, spare attitude. That's why it was rare for him, imitating a certain boy's tone.

"What, sometimes it's good. And the story of a princess rescuing a prince. Gentlemen, let's escort the princess to the bottom."

Without the strength of his shoulders, he laughed and gathered all the mighty men of war. Greedy, steady against victory. Never be proud, let them do their job lightly.

In a way, this second tier is something that military personnel in the Alirai country would also like to apprentice. It's about being able to tap into workouts, mock warfare, irresistible improvements and improvements from the bone marrow, as well as an environment where you can always find yourself in a dead place.

So when we have a real fight, everyone gets a giddy eye. I know it is difficult for my skin to tingle, but I don't think about losing a single soldier. Of course it's not a chronic mind or anything.

Ugh! Hakam was convinced that he would never lose tonight, watching as he stood with him.

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Duh, duh, duh. I hear a tsunami from afar.

It is accompanied by a trembling ground from the bottom of the belly, with a lot of dust falling from the ceiling. They were all covered in coal all over their faces and only their eyeballs glowed slightly white.

"Ha, ha, ha! Ho, the main unit, where is the main unit!

It was Toma the Horseman who leaked his voice as he swept to so little oxygen. A few days ago, he had been pawned when he had been thrown away, helping to give birth to a pony with Shirley.

"Toma! How dare the main unit run away already! He's on the front line at some point! We gotta get out of here. We're fucked, too!

I look back at you as such an idiot.

The man who joined several battlefields is covered in blood all over his body, with a dirty cloth covering one eye. He was about to get his head cracked open and he was bleeding out of his nose.

I can't even satisfy my breath. I scream again that I'm such an idiot as I can get in the dust.

"This should be the midpoint! It's retreating. It's where we pick up the people we've been stopping! Different!?"

"I don't know! Soon that prince will be at the forefront! Hey, get up! I'm sure you'll take care of the horse!

Forced to drag me up, the coal piled on my body softly falls to the floor. I hear that the black coal was originally a demon. And you think coal will be gathered together again to become a new demon?

Looks like hell. It doesn't matter if you knock them down or not, you can revive as much as you like on the other side. I can't believe it's inferior in total numbers in the first place, and the more time it goes on, the more disadvantaged it will be.

"You shouldn't have come to a place like this!

"Don't cry, run!

That's when I said behind my back, "Wow!" I heard a lot of screaming.

Oh, I wish I hadn't looked back. A new demon appeared, and they flew in like arrows to pierce the iron armor with ease.

The penetrating sound that involves continuous metal is fear itself, and the whole body catches on like a seizure.

I wish I hadn't come, again.

I didn't think the trained soldiers would be treated like garbage and turned into such abandoned pawns, etc. I was just supposed to take care of the horse and just hold my stuff on the battlefield. Death is spreading there, and I even imagine I'm already dead.

"No! The formation has collapsed! Run, Toma!

Yes, I wish I hadn't seen it. I wish I hadn't looked back. That way you don't have to notice the demons flying in for your friends who scold you so much. And even I could have died knowing nothing.

Grab a man's shoulder and flip him with all his strength. At least I don't show off my friend who tried to help me. I want this guy to be alive as much as I feel like he's gonna be dead!

But then, a loose, lukewarm wind blows.

It flew in. It is a giant sword, and it weighs so much that it can never be manipulated by a regular person. Rumor has it it was built in antiquity and is worth just as much as one country.

Because all the demons on the track are cut in two, and now they pierce the snowy passage without cutting the momentum slightly.

Still, the momentum doesn't stop. The sword, which made its splendid decoration by licking it, decided the floor in full, and set aside for a few seconds, and the cracked running floor exploded directly above it simultaneously.

Among the barometric pressures that are likely to make your ears crazy, the demons that were in the conductor disappear. They literally let it evaporate without even leaving any body fluids. But with so much slashing energy scattered, there is no slight tremor or fear in the powerful armor with the pattern of the Great Sword.

sounds then dark armor, turning his fiercely glowing eyes toward a battlefield that still sprinkles black smoke.

"Come on, you're back, on your beloved battlefield! Let's kill each other, my compatriots, until we're charcoal extinguishers! For our princess!

Uh oh, and a big laugh with your arms up. Is that a demon or a demon, or is it hard to think of reinforcements? Toma, who had fallen at some point in the blast, stared at the change on the front with his friends.

In this case, it is the dull giants who do not read the changes in the air. The spear I was putting on my back would certainly be far more gigantic than that armored woman.

"Mmm, big! It's big, you! Ha-ha-ha!

The giant with the head of the dinosaur, with the sound of the noodle, was cut in a cross shape. No, they make it eight equal portions with vertical, horizontal, diagonal, and sink into the floor turning it into a chunk of meat that involves your buddies without even screaming.

So now hundreds and thousands of demons simultaneously changed the color of their eyes to bright red. I guess you admitted that was your biggest enemy of the night.

Ha, and exhaling carelessly, Toma and her friends follow the battlefield as they borrow their shoulders. That woman with full body armor was waving at me to get out of the way, and I rather said, "Don't get in the way."

On that toma, now a gentle breeze blows.

The wind smells like a flower that you will always want to smell nearby and you will likely forget even this horrible battlefield for a while. Slowly turning his face to the front, there was a woman there with a big book in her hand. I look familiar to a kid with blue sky eyes blinking and a grin on his mouth.

- You're annoying.

I felt so deaf and whispered, Toma and his friend knelt on the floor naturally, drooling their heads, as I showed them that day. Very naturally he strokes his hair, feeling the breath of the golden life itself, and its warm wind passes by.

To what I meant, I shouted at a woman who noticed haha and turned her back.

"Ma, wait! That's dangerous, you better turn back now!

But what makes it so dangerous? As I said, the armies appear as they pass through the left and right of that toma. Fully armed, the men also wave "tired" and go to the front without showing any fear of gossip.

A giant black horse created with so much ground.

An old grey-haired man tearing apart demonic hands and feet like he was walking.

A big man who produces his own blood as a sacrifice.

None of that is the kind of expression or attitude that goes to that hellish front. Of course it won't be a real escape or anything. You know everything about horror and bitterness, and you put up your sword with a floating attitude. It's nothing like this, as if to say.

Shirley glances at her bright white spine and thighs that she can't imagine standing on the arrow surface as if she were a goddess of battle. Not only Toma and his friends, but all who are in this dead place.

The country's proud main offensive team has now been freed.