Chapter 136: 136 Demon warlord, purple electricity will kill you.

A bunch of demons, conquering the sky.

However, it is as if a large group of blackbirds are traveling as if they were going to fill the sky.

- Strega, a Demon General, led his family as one of the attackers of the Demon Army, just going south.

"I will ambush the core of the human army, so would you like me to attack you upright? - Hmm."

One person unhappy with the sky's gentle wings was the word said to Lishabalm, who had set the policy and presented the measures.

- Perhaps even in this battle, the human army will not doubt that this one will take a simple method of warfare.

- Taking that backwards, I would ask Lord Latura and Lord Strega to be the ones to ambush the main formation because of themselves and Lord Ilzar and Lord Glaraziras.

This way we can strike a great blow to the human army and defeat it with ease.

That's what was decided by the military before we left. Indeed, you are right, if you can get behind it, you can expect great harm to the human army. It can be said that it is supremely natural that an ambushed gathering of human beings will disrupt and cease to do the body of the flock.

But the question is, is the person you're going to ambush really the person you need to be that much with?

"Even if we don't do anything about it to humans, why don't we just crush it? What is he afraid of when he's so worm?"

Yes, a measure is something you have to think about when dealing with so many people that you have to make it happen. It is the power of knowledge, used to control opponents who cannot be won by force.

But if you tell those who are going to fight if they can do it, that's not true at all.

It's not like we're ever afraid of human soldiers. After he now led the soldiers and began to move, he hit some human troops, all of which, if one hit, could easily disintegrate the troops and begin to withdraw. That, too, is the body that finally escapes.

If you can force some struggle, it's still a servant thing, and then it can't be said that it's worth making a move.

As a result, questions about this measure could not be exhausted, and the distrust of Lishabalm, the one who imposed such a measure, also deepened.

"Cowardly blown. Isn't that entirely true? You're a fool who can't even get a head start."

Since dissatisfaction is beyond acceptable limits, stupidity becomes overflowing from nature and mouth.

Every time Lishabalm said something like "It's a measure," "Put the back on it," "Crush it before it becomes a threat," or something like that, he had no spare time for petty labor. And among the demons, you are a newcomer, and as if your thoughts were Nakshatra's, you push the measures without hesitation.

This is outrageous. If I had the strength to do it like Ilzar and Latura, I still wouldn't be able to convince myself that my strength would look big in uncertain minutes.

Flying with stupidity or evil spits against Lishabalm, the whole family that was letting the reconnaissance come back.

- There are humans ahead. Probably a soldier off the force.

I did not get much useful information from the thoughts of the families I read. If human troops are deploying, I'd be willing to kick your ass, but I didn't know there were just two detachments (...). One or two of the bugs may have been thrown away, but it is also the belly of the business to change course to throw away the bugs.

Ravage it with this army as it is and kill it in despair. That would be the best choice mentally. All you have to do is smash this discontent into your chest, as it touches your eyes.

While I'm thinking about that,

- The troops that were ahead are nowhere to be found.

"Mm?"

The puzzling information brought to you by your family members raises questions - but shakes your head that it is not enough to take it immediately.

That means he's not here. I guess I'm lost somewhere. The Devil's troops that preceded us are sentinels made up of only those who have no intelligence. The winged demons are given enough knowledge to unravel the word, but only strength is given to the very beings who look like they have multiplied worms and beasts. If so, you lose sight of the direction of travel in the mountains, and you just don't have the intelligence to modify the direction, and you're wandering?

- No way, the humans knocked me down.

Pinch the family's concerns with a smile. Defeated. That was the "no story".

And there shall be no human army beyond this, if it be as the families have seen. Nonetheless, there was no way that more than a hundred demons could have been wiped out.

That too should mean, if that assumption is correct, that a large force capable of defeating the Demons moved freely through the mountains and left out of sight. If there are wings to go to the sky, there is no way that a man who does not have such a thing can do such an artistic act. If so, do you think the two remaining humans did it? That can't be it.

Lower the family and continue south on the path. Shortly thereafter, a place open to sight enters. A flat land without trees, isolated within a land of a series of rugged mountains.

Only two men just stood there, as indicated by their families.

I don't think so. It's not the troops that the humans put down. Are you still just a wretched soldier left behind? No matter what, there's no way I'm going to feel sorry for these. Zechariah the Evil God, the hope of Nakshatra the Demon King, is the eradication of man.

- What was just puzzling was that even though humans looked like they found this one, they weren't even surprised.

A man in white and a man in black looking up at this one flat, despite being a great army. Green and dark hair. It's surprising how subracial and human combinations are - well, stop worrying about that, too.

Hing rides without attempting to change attitudes and begins descending without defeating them in one breath.

Buckwheat, buckwheat and wings struck into the sky and sounded more than necessary, and stepped down.

"- Humans. You're unlucky, too. I didn't expect our troops to find me in a place like this."

I tell them to intimidate me, but neither of them will open their mouths. However, one remains tattered and the other only gives a loose look between them.

"What's up? Don't you have a voice? Cry like the rest of us and beg for forgiveness. Show us the aftermath of death that you humans often do."

"No, I won't be cool with that."

When he smiles coldly, he answers with his shoulders clasped, his hair intact and his loose face in between. Put in this situation. This light talk is about not changing your attitude, which is interesting inside.

"Kuku... look at this great army, you can say that a lot. I'll appreciate your patience for losing weight."

"No, it's nothing like lean patience or vanity..."

That's what I said, a man in black with a face. Then the man puts his little neck against the man in white next door. And

"Something seems to be wrong with you, but what do you think? These numbers, do you think they're a threat?

"- Hmm, let's ask the other way. Do you feel threatened by such a collection of feathers? These things, they're like mosquito columns on the side of the road, right? Isn't it?

For a moment, I lost my word when I asked back about such a man in white.

――――

What the hell are these humans saying? The surprise is too strong to swallow well. Aside from being put in a situation like this and having a spare attitude, we throw up about our demons as featherworms. It was not what a vulnerable organism, such as a human, would say.

Too much was forgotten, but eventually the conversation that broke out in front of me was understood as twitching. It burns proportionally to that, flames of anger. The ridicule has now sparked a great deal of fire.

In the meantime, words to further oil it were released from the mouth of a man in black.

"Sure, it's just depressing."

With that word of the man in black, the temperature of the flame reaches its peak. In the midst of high miscellaneous fish, I don't want to disparage the Demons that far.

Yes, keeping these people alive was not something that was decidedly acceptable.

"Don't think you'll die easy..."

It was the Proclamation of Death and Pain that spurned me to be squeezed out of my mouth. Match it and raise your arms high. If you wave this down, it will be a signal to move the families. If instructions were given, these humans would be gathered together by their families, sipped away without a drop of blood, and drowned to death.

But then it's still warm. One step ahead of death. Let it live to the point of criticism, and let it run out. That is the punishment to be inflicted on those who have made the devils false.

The dissatisfaction with Lishabalm disappeared. The anger that smeared it, as it were, shook its arms down sharply - but.

"What -?"

Immediately afterwards, I unwittingly raise my voice to the unexpectedness of what happened in front of me.

Yes, he shook his arms down and the moving family was supposed to paint the human being black, but for some reason it didn't work out the way he thought it would, and the families who tried to strike him disappeared without a trace in front of him.

- What happened? There was no time to understand that, and the two men in front of me,

"That was easy to beat."

"Not at all. I want you to have a little toothpick... something that you wouldn't even want with a feather bug."

We tell each other to talk to the public without breaking our attitudes. It's like I know what happened.

"What the hell are you...?

"As you can see. What, as I've seen."

That's what I said, a man in white with an invincible grin. What the hell does that profound rhetoric mean when you see it as you see it and repeat it? I don't know what it's all about.

"Ki, what are you guys!? You're not the soldier left here!?

When he shouts his doubts, the man in white frowns suspiciously.

"Hmm? You seem to be mistaken from earlier."

"We've been waiting. There's a demon general coming. But..."

- Hey, when's that gonna happen? Are you sure it's coming?

- I don't know. Maybe he won't come, huh? It is because this world remains unpredictable.

What was sent between a man in white and a man in black was such an exchange. Mouth and attitude as if they were not relative to the threat. Because I do not know myself as the general of the devil tribe, I think it is the word that was put forth.

"This human spirit has made us so vain..."

Anger thus goes further beyond its limits. The sound of sounding from the bottom of the earth propagates anger, squeezing the surrounding air, around to sword swallowing. Express their nature in a crisis where even their families cannot withstand tremors.

He stripped his fangs, spread his wings wide, and turned them into blue-white ones based on his face.

Did the man in black ever feel anything about it?

"Ah? Hey, isn't this guy a vampire!!

A man in black, witnessing his nature, suddenly begins to wolf. I guess I realized with my noble blood family that I finally got the feelings of fear I should have.

"Heh, heh, hah! It's too late for you to worry about me!

"Knock it off... hey, hey, this..."

The man in black groans bitterly and takes the stand. But the behavior had already been lost late. Turn the elaborate dark power into the shape of your families and unleash so many as not to overshadow your vision.

"Let's start with you! Die. Yes!"

Proclamation of execution. The similarity of the unleashed wingman (Batoid). The magic of a man in black increases between reaching it, but a pseudo-family member in darkness crushes it even - it should have.

A sound that echoes in the sky, playable, and the similarity of a blown wing lord, and intense impact.

- Pattin. After such a light tone, my body was blown backwards.

"Hmm?

"Gu, gu... what the..."

Take an attack you had not expected at all, then retreat. What happened? Once again, confusion occupies my head in attacks I don't understand.

Meanwhile, the man in black was solidified in a posture like after he snapped his finger. The expression was also frightening, and soon it shifted to confusion. Anyway, that attitude was so out of place...

"Huh? Why are you damaging yourself with the magic of a missile? What? You're a vampire, aren't you? Aren't you a vampire? Huh? Huh?

A man in black spreading a bewildered voice around his eyes. What is so strange? Are you distressed by understanding? Are you coming with confusion?

To such a man in black, a man in white,

"You got something? Sure, they're better at manipulating than the rest of us... but obvious traits and all they do is sip blood, right?

"No, just sipping blood... immortality, divine ancestry"

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"Haven't you ever heard of that? First of all, if it is, it's not a demon tribe, is it?

"- Huh?

What the man in black finally threw up was a cloudy voice of doubt when he did. to such a man, the man in subwhite still had a strange look,

"What the hell am I mistaken for this guy? You are."

"No, no, no, no! Because! The vampires of our world are creatures belonging to the so-called superspecies who have lived since far too ancient times and cannot be defeated without humans moving heroes and magicians in a few battalions..."

To the inexplicable mistake of a man in black, the man in white is shaking his neck to the side. Apparently the answer was quite unexpected. The man in black left his mouth half open as if he had now been caught in a constant forgetfulness, as it were. Eventually the man in black, not even looking at this surprise, turned his confusion into irrational anger and turned to this one.

"What the hell!? Are you crazy or what? You! I'm not freaking you out! Though I would have lost it by surprise! Is that you, too? You're just like him, Vishudda!

Apparently the man in black is angry that he was different from what he had in mind. After all, the name that came out of the mouth of the man in black was more serious to me.

"You! You know Vishudda!?

"I know! I mean, he just knocked it out before Kako!

"Hey, what?!? You are!? You think you've defeated the same demon generals as me?

When asked in a questioning tone, the man in black was once again stunned for some reason.

"............ what? Huh?"

"Hey, what?

The man in black turns from confusion. It's even worse than that, it comes with a flashing look. And

"... what? Were you a Demon General?

Terribly unexpected, that word thrown at me. It was, nevertheless, like when a lost object came out of a casual place that didn't come out looking for every place, it was a slip of the shoulder watermark.

A man in white showers a laugh at a man who is more than frightened.

"Sora, isn't that what I said? If you wait here, the Demon General will come."

"No, no, no, no. Why are you looking at me? At this time? That's crazy, right?"

The man in black speaks of such evacuation, but the man in white only laughs, hey, hey, happy.

In spite of the enemies now in front of us, anger reappears at that attitude that you may not even see.

- I'll kill you. I'll do everything I can to kill you. So I decided to go up to the sky, my own unique place if I were to be.

"You people can fly in the sky! From here, my hands, my legs..."

You won't answer. But even if you get stuck with that fact, it doesn't change the way you two behave.

It will bring clarity to anyone's heart, make them feel the coolness of autumn, clear blue skies.

- When I looked at the sky like that, I thought I might feel sorry for this demon clan because I am a sorcerer of the Order. Or because he took the wish of his father and took the path of saving the unsaved?

Sorcerer Hachi Shuiming sighed when he saw the demon general Strega jump up into the sky and caught his heart in the mundane lack of water.

"What's up?

"... No, I don't know, I thought it was a bad idea. I'm a proud scoundrel no matter what you think, but in the end, they're all demons, pawns that are driven the way the evil gods think, aren't they dolls? Whether you're willing or not, no, it's bad at the end of the day because you're willing. They don't have free will."

What I said as I looked up was a feeling of pity.

Yes, if all of the demons were pawns in the hands of the evil gods placed on the board called the world, as I have just said, the idea of exterminating humans would also mean that it was all imprinted.

Well, then. Isn't there something I can't help but feel sorry for as I am now? It is conveniently designed by the evil god from figure to the destination of thought, and it is impossible to make him change his mind, and if there is only a path to be reckoned with, the lack of water to be reckoned with also springs up.

What difference does this make to puppets and dolls?

When it comes to feeling sorry for a doll, some colleague who is a doll (homunculus) will be angry with me for a week, but in this case, salvation has gone too far and such feelings sprout.

The complicated mood appeared on his face, or the dragonman next door makes a sarcasm to laugh off.

"That's what I often say, just leave it alone."

"Well, you're the enemy, so the provocation basically comes out automatically. I was just confused on my own..."

If you catch a glimpse of something as hopeless as it is now, it's something that springs up on the sieve, no matter what the enemy's side.

- Maybe this is something I have to save myself, too.

"I know exactly what you're trying to say. But it doesn't change what you have to do, does it?

…………

"You hesitate?

"I'm a jerk. If you look at them like this, they can't save you..."

"Then you should make it easier for one thought. In this world, there must be..."

"Stop it. Don't say any more. If you say so, I won't be able to kill him."

Block and mouth the end of Inru's words. I couldn't have let you say that until the end. Yes, there is always something unsaved. If you ask me that, at the end of the day, I can't get my hands on it. Because my dreams are crushed by my own hands at a time when I get my hands on them.

How can Inru, blocked from advising, start laughing there?

It's something somewhere delightful,

"That's blue. It's as blue as a match for the power you have."

"... it's one of those people gatherings I am. That's why I'm..."

- I'm getting stronger.

When spoken, Inru's grin turns into invincible. What makes you so happy? Not sure if it's pleasant, but suddenly Inru stopped laughing.

And

"Only if it is. Only if it does. I can't save you. I can't save you. It is pride to have such an idea of oneself on top. If you take care of yourself in your chest for the rest of your life, one day it's gonna burn you, right?

"The advice is hateful. They told me a long time ago, and most importantly, they always burn me to death."

"Right."

"Yes."

Yes. I said I'd save him, stick his neck in, and he's always scratched. I guess that's a punishment and a price to pay for your pride. I'm prepared for that a long time ago without being told.

I said yes, and the two of them convinced me to be quiet, then I turn again to the Demon General.

Are you going to smash them over there at once? Arranging in the unreachable air, working out the dark power, accumulating.

That place doesn't even run awkwardly fast. We can't get this attack, so slowly, surely, it makes sense to always have something to defeat your enemies.

If this attack really doesn't arrive, let's just say...

"Featherworms. My scorching voice, leave no bones."

"- Permutatio.Coagulatio.Vis lamina…"

(- Degeneration, coagulation, formation is power...)

The two words that were exhausted were the destruction of the Demon General. It is the proclamation of one or the dreaded roar, and the art of alchemy that shapes the sword from one or the mercury.

It was the dragon man who made the change earlier. Prepare before that roaring voice, scattering huge intake sounds all around you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

It's like trying to breathe all the air around your chest.

Showing his back to Inru like that, Shuiming moves to the position where he should be.

Or maybe in the middle of that walk...

"... If you people have no purpose to live for other than destroying humans, you must be rightly the puppets created by evil gods. Poor Mon. Poor Mon, but if it's created to harm others, regardless of whether you guys are Demons or not, I guess that shouldn't be there. I've been wiping it out for a long time, and I don't think I look like an idiot to say too much now - for Christ's sake, I didn't think demons were such a deep business."

Yes, throw words into the sky like some sort of crossing with no sorrow, set up the mercury knife you created, and close your eyes.

"-The shine of end revolve.Aqua horizontal hand.Sever the blue of blue"

(- The sky turns into a clear blue light. Waterweather . Its boundaries are only in my hands at this time. Slash open Aotearoa. Its name is Eyewitness Pale Blue)

Spell chanting as you poke a mercury knife in both hands towards the ground. When a chant with an incredible echo begins to sound, an empty grand magic formation spreads at his feet, and the magic released into Jomtien becomes a blue lightning bolt, pulling up the raised dust and rising to the sky.

With it, when magic begins to chisel, and praise the chisel and the exercise of magic begins, the spectrum of the sky is eventually sucked from the edge to the edge by the mercury knife erected, and the sword goes to the pale. The mighty force created a fierce surplus, and when it created a tornado wind zone around it, the trees, stones, and grass were ripped apart and blown to the bumps together, and the sky, which was blue if looked up, had lost its colour flavor and presented the look of the dark night.

And the scorching heat spit out of the dragon's mouth, and the blue light of the sword stained in the sky -

"-BREATH BLADE DISTRACT!

(- Take away the sky, purified by the sky, and destroy the demons!

A roar of echoing red fever and a pale, blue, cleansing glow. When the confusion between the ethereal and the red glowed in the black-threatened sky, neither the demonic flock nor the strega were allowed to resist, but were wiped out by the waves of purple electricity.

In the end, the demonic general Strega was wiped out of all his family members who were leading him.

Even though it was such a doomsday that it was concluded with the word "accommodating," there was nothing more to it than that they were bad opponents. The deciding hand is the dragon asthma (Dragon Lower), a pale purified body with some power above it (Brace Blade), both combined in a merciless blow reminiscent of the runoff of lightning.

From Strega's point of view, it would not have covered his ears. This strega was also unable to prevent the disease and powerful forces from blocking your ears against the abrupt thunder.

"- Somehow, you were unlucky."

"Not at all. There's really too much bad luck with this demon clan."

Even at the dawn of some amusement, Inru will not smile after he has taken his life.

It was just over. Now there are four more Demon generals left. If it hadn't been knocked down here - but something, something, didn't fall to Mitsumi.

That's because, yes, that thing I had been thinking about until before I met Inru earlier, I couldn't get out of the corner of my head.

"What's up? You care about the back of your neck?

In response to Inru's inquiry, Shuiming turns her back. The right direction is yes, where the Empire's position is.

"- Back. I have a slightly unpleasant feeling"

"A bad feeling?

"Oh, my bad feeling about hitting well."

So abominably speaking, exercising the magic of physical strengthening, Inru said,

"Hmm. Shall we go the same way?"

"What?"

"No what. Your uncle had a bad feeling about it, which meant I could have enjoyed it."

- Come on, you guys.

When Mizuming said so with a pioneering attitude, Inru laughed delightfully again.

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