Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

It was just then that the persecuted voice of the decree rang out to the great tent at the heart of the Empire's main formation.

"Enemy attack!! And it's an enemy attack!!

A decree that shouted thunderous noises at someone who just said that he had brutally paid off the cloth at the entrance and rushed with a decoy knife. In the report of the raid that descended and gushed, those who were in the great tent rise from their chairs in unison.

Regardless, because of the sunny sky, it was the form that rightly ate the sky's thunderbolt as it was - but it stopped, and some of them were packing about their future actions.

Renate separates the conversation with Trinity once and screams back with a harsh look toward the decree.

"Enemy attack!? Where the hell are you from!?

"is from behind!

"Behind you! You're such an idiot!

Lennart screams unbelievably at a decree that bows and answers. Strictness mixes with the voice of confirmation, as if it were an unexpected situation.

"Are you serious?!? It wasn't supposed to be like being deeply dived into the Demons!?

"Given the size of the ambush unit, I thought it was probably a covert operation in a few..."

"What do you mean...? I thought you used such a hand here..."

Lennart apparently doesn't fall for the ploy more than he did for the devil clan, and he roars with his eyes open. To him like that, Graziella,

"Brother! Not if you're thinking about it now! We need to get back on track here!

"Well..."

Renate, who returned to me in Graziella's reprimand, begins to send instructions to each of the generals and staff members who were gathered in the Great Tent.

"Out!

In the meantime, Trinity, unable to wait for instructions, jumped out of the great tent as soon as possible. chasing that back "Master Reggie!" "Reggie!" The voices of Titania and Graziella. I go outside and pull out the sword of Orihalcon, looking behind the great tent, not knowing if it's just a reaction to what popped up or a voice to pull back on.

And beneath the cliffs that the main regiment had turned its back, a group of demons stood down, not to mention saying that they had just appeared there.

... While the earth smoke can stand low, some of the tents and weights that were behind it are crushed and can even be heard groaning besides the roar of the Demons. The demons must have suffered the reverse drop, and the soldiers downstairs were exposed to the fear of devastation when they landed under their feet.

Following Trinity II, Renate and Graziella emerge from the Great Tent.

"Ku... Are you serious about the troops from the front...?

"Brother, stand down here. Gather your troops and evacuate to safety."

"No, Lila. When it unfolds like this, there is no place to retreat. - Soldiers do not disperse. Units together to consolidate their defenses. Call here all the twelve Yukie left in the main unit!

Lennart shook his head sideways in response to Graziella's prophecy and immediately gave the soldiers instructions to join the Twelve Youjie. If the flag color gets worse, the General's retreat is a stone, but I guess I stepped on it better to thicken my guard here than to leave poorly and disperse soldiers among its escorts, etc. The Demons are a few more than the soldiers, and the Twelve Youjie remain mostly, so it's not so bad.

However, since most of the soldiers in the main force are not prepared to fight and are quite confused by the surprise raid from behind, it is obvious that the situation is more unfavourable to this one than to see the fire -

The demons are spreading in a radial fashion, sparing the chaos of the main formation. We need to trample everything in front of us, and we need to ravage it. The soldiers of the Empire are immediately brought into a conflagration because they are not even in formation to consolidate their defenses.

It is at least salvation that different races do not cause discord between them.

"Burn Boost!"

Trinity sets up the sword of Orihalcon, while activating the magic of physical strengthening unchanging. My physical abilities have always been enhanced by the protection of the goddess, but that is not the only way to overturn this situation. Around the body, the flame is gathered around the Ascension of the Dragon to further increase the physical ability.

And bringing it straight into the melee is the method of warfare that Trinity is good at. Simple, but therefore strong. I'd say it's a good idea for a sensational Trinity II.

When Trinity protrudes one from the soldiers, she dives deeply into the demons and waves the sword of Orihalcon. It is worse for the Demons to break into the main formation any deeper than the rest of the soldiers are still confused. If we don't keep glue on the front line as long as possible until the troops are organized, the teams we put together without will collapse in no time, and the physical appearance of the base will collapse in a chain.

Therefore, I come forward and slay myself. We just have to get out front and fight. We have to keep the front until the imperial soldiers are ready.

The hell is a demon tribe with powers far superior to people, but compared to Ilzar, the demon general who fought in the Autonomous Prefecture, there is nothing to say. I can fight, though because I'm in the front, the number of demons is overwhelmingly higher than they are in the rear, and could be knocked down the other way with a little loosening of mind.

(Strong. Strong indeed. But...)

Whenever I'm relative to the Demons, I always think. I'm sure it's strong, but that's the strength of the piece missing somewhere. The Demon Clan is tough and numerous, seemingly untouchable, but not strong enough to despair, and we see a bud of hope that even the soldiers can manage together.

First of all, the Demons have no idea. It is common for humans to devise to strengthen sword moves and magical powers, but the Demons rely only on nails, fangs, and power, all attacking them in the same way.

Silently, he swords down his shaken arm. Fight the Demons, it's always this. There's always this. It's like a robot with a determined command present, and all the time this guy comes out with the same attack. That's why it's easy. Experience comes alive. If you rip your neck with a blade that will give you back to the Demon Clan, who loses your arm and shouts, as usual, it will be easy to scratch.

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And so is the strength I mentioned earlier. Strong, but nothing more. If it's the same shape, it's exactly the same strength.

"Ha!"

Dodge in lateral flying, as usual, on arms swinging at the same speed and at the same speed. Then the Demon clan can slaughter the steeple without difficulty because the side becomes galloping empty.

As usual, you can act exactly the same. That's why

(Do these guys really think they can destroy humans because of this -?)

That's what I think. I was wondering if you were willing to defeat me and if you were sure you could defeat me. No matter how many, I wonder if you're really motivated in that way of fighting.

A long time ago in Astel Royal Castle Camelia, he said that Mizuming couldn't be helpless about fighting the Demons. That's a statement that came out because there are too many demons. Hold on, that's good. Shuiming is always basically cautious and weighs in on calmness no matter what, because that statement is also because the hands with low chances of winning will never take.

But in the end, if you open the lid, there is no such thing. Even Mizumi, who hated me so much, stopped saying that I couldn't do it now. That's just because he has a chance of winning this fight.

There is no doubt whatsoever about the sharpness of Shuiming's sense of smell. I've never lost anything with it before. Then it's a battle I thought Mizumi could win, and talk about whether the Demons have a winning eye.

I don't know if this is optimism because of the power of the goddess. But it is a solid fact that it is still not enough to feel despair. That's why I think...

(Really, you really think this is a good idea? What about these guys?

The doubts are endless because what needs to be resolved is that it is too childish and therefore can be corrected as soon as we want to be right.

I wonder why they don't try to be strong.

I'm not sure I'm willing or unable to. Either way, I'm waving my sword with that in mind, and I hear a scratch, a scratch, rubbing the ground.

"Are you still here..."

Wasn't the Demon Clan of the ambush all but the first fall? If I was attracted to the sound of slipping down, I could see more demons descending from the cliff.

"But we do the same thing!

Scream to slap him that way and slay the demon clan in front of him with a sword. Just like always.

It was then that signs arose behind the lid. It is a sign of the dark power of the devil clan. He was just distracted by the offense from the front and neglected to be on guard.

"Ku-"

I rush to look back, but I lost it late, needless to say.

(Think about that. Think about this. -)

The Demons don't have enough ideas. Keep an inner look down that it's the same way to fight, and if you show a gap, you'll be in crisis. Doesn't this look like Sanoshita's place of business?

"Ku-"

I shook up my sword in time, and in the meantime I already understood that I wouldn't make it, no matter what.

In front of me, two flashes of silver flash. intersecting. It was nothing more than the gloss Mithril showed, and yet it was sucked in only by the demonic tribe that threatened the back of Trinity.

A desperate cry to the sky. If you turn your eyes, from behind the fallen demon clan, a figure of teatania appears with two skinny swords.

Now she wears a sand cloak deep, invisible to her mouth, and her usual tender eyes are sharply narrowed like cuttings. The sword itself reflects the cold silver light in its hand.

Teatania, which puts together an atmosphere that, if touched, will cut off, without immersing itself in the aftermath of the slaughter, inverted and back to back.

"Master Reggie. I'll take care of the back. I'll take care of everything, so please wave the sword as you wish."

"Yeah. Thanks, Tia"

Rindy. And I honestly thank her for the horrible, well-dressed.

Reliable. On the other hand, I feel comfortable with my people, and certain thoughts about me are solicited.

- Is this really the brave one? Are you sure you want to be brave?

Ever since the battle, I've just been able to help. I can only count to the extent that I have been able to fight through it by myself without the help of my peers.

Since you became aware of your lack of power in the Imperial capital, isn't it as if there has been no progress? Now can we really fight through this in the name of the brave? Such doubts and impudence make me anxious and hang on my back.

"- Master Reggie."

"Tia?"

"I know you have a lot on your mind, but please only focus on your own cutting-edge right now. If you want to be a swordsman, you have to be a sword yourself on the battlefield."

Titania through calm and clear voices, even in this turmoil. Ha, ha, returned to me the words that teach the mind to be caught in the clutter.

"Yeah. Sorry. Thanks."

Looking back and saying thank you again, Teatania gives an invincible grin, not the usual gentle grin. That would be a testament to her becoming one sword. Teatania fighting as a swordsman is different from the usual princess teatania.

- I'm coming.

"Yes."

With Titania, he slashes into the back of the demons and beneath the cliff. There will always be. To take command of the Demons.

Three, tear the Four Demons apart, and Titania behind him tears apart nearly twice as many demons, and pushes on. Entering the cliff - but there he was, a huge chunk of meat.

The difference in appearance makes my legs stop without trying. With the crushed tent as the throne, there was a pile of meat chunks. I can only describe it as so. It is a heterogeneous mass.

And that, too, they found themselves.

"- Our name is Glazillas. O brave man, apostle of the goddess. Let our demons be shot out here and perished for the sake of God Zechariah's petition and the eternal honor of Nakshatra the Demon King."

It was as if the voices of the children were overlapping in many terrible and noisy voices, fulfilling the oath of killing the brave.

- Not long before Trinity and the others made contact with Glazillas.

There were two shadows in the hills far away from the Imperial Army headquarters where Trinity and the others were fighting, as if God were looking down from heaven into the earth.

One of its shadows weaves admiration into some dissatisfied sigh and mouths it.

"I didn't expect an ambush to happen easily."

Such sentiments were expressed by the beautiful sturdy wrapped around the waist with thick chains made of red gold - Ilzar, General of the Demonic Nation.

In contrast, one shadow crack - one of the Demonic generals, Lishabalm, answered in a somewhat chilled tone.

"This measure could have worked because that's all the other side was alarmed. We've always been a foolish attacker. The Demons were not as wise as the Barbarians, and they had no doubt that they were pigs."

To his voice pointing out the fallout of the enemy army, but Ilzar pinches his doubts.

"If you can do this so well, why did you wait to attack us so far?

"That's, of course, to make you think the other party's measures are working. If things go well, you'll be more alert."

Ilzar was supposed to have pointed back the hand drop in the dark, but what was returned was such a cool answer.

"So you think it was meant to further incite the sacrificial caution?

"Yes.... if this one strikes, then naturally the other one will intercept or if the number of defenders does not follow the number of this one, we will adopt a stopping measure as a connection until the number is aligned. Either way, if engaging with a guardian is inevitable, just let the fool honestly think it's coming straight from the front and raid in a handful. It's a common hand. Fish out enemies and attack where they get thin. Anyone can think of a hand."

"Hmm - so what's your due?

"If the main force is alert to our future trends, it would be better if you could strike so hard that the main force is confused."

"I don't think that's gonna match the damage we've been waiting for."

"That's not true. It works well enough, and rather, the more you change."

That being said, no matter what he thinks, the calculation of the deduction does not fit, and Ilzar wonders what Lishabalm said.

Indeed, it goes without saying that the measures adopted by Lishabalm are effective, but it is also certain that they will not achieve results commensurate with the damage done there. The number of damage, in addition to that of the troops that ambushed in this case, would also enter the portion of the attacker from the front attacking from a steep mountain road.

So if we crush the main unit, we can say that it does fit for the price, but it is in the end the vanguard who is forming a line on that spot. Given that it is a connection until the numbers are aligned, and that an even bigger army will move from now on, there is naturally no mistake in seeing foot.

Therefore,

"Are you sure the fishing is coming? Instead, in this situation, it could mean they lose, right?

Those guys - they're referring to the Glazillas and the Raid Squad. Being swallowed up by numbers because of their actions in a small number can be sufficient. The ambush unit does not even think of such fine dust because of the demon tribe, but for Ilzar, who is not a demon tribe, it was enough fear and concern to put it in a corner of his head.

And to that question, Rishabalm responded with such a grin that even Ilzar had a terrible chill,

"- What's the problem with that? Failure is fine. Assuming it's all gone, you don't mind that, do you?

What is the answer based on? The Demons should have nothing but a demonic triumph, but there was so much creepiness in the bottom cold laughter that I never saw in that long time that I felt another thought.

Ilzar often hardens his face, but once again sees the trend of battle with a boring face.

"... I thought you wouldn't be a soldier like Vishudda?

"It's called buying clothes. I'm not a military teacher, so I have nothing to do with tactics. It means you can only have this kind of stale hands."

"Is that a real word or what? You're evil. You're good at wax, aren't you?

Lishabalm returns a joyful grin as if he had been praised for a word that could also be taken as a dislike of Ilzar.

"No. That's about it. This much is fine. Most things you can't do, such as framing your opponent into a trap, or fully mastering the movement. If you stick to that, that can be what the story says, drowning in a ploy. Whatever the battle is, sacrifice is a companion. Talk about amateurs like me being a soldier. So if you're going to do it, you can do it with the harassed, fluffy thing that ensures success like this. Isn't that right? - That's all there is to it, like an attacker."

Ilzar stares narrowly at the words of Lishabalm, who cares not for the lives of other demons.

"... it's Lishabalm. What the hell are you thinking?

"I guess I'll be able to tell you about that as soon as possible. - Whoa, more than that, the situation has moved over there."

Looking ahead of Lishabalm's gaze, Trinity had just kicked the Demon Clan with Titania behind her back and was deep into it.

There, a pile of meat stands up. And the lump of flesh, even Ilzar, knoweth well.

"- It's Glazillas. Do it."

"It will take the brave men from the front and cut the temper of the soldiers. If you kill a brave man here, you'll lose a lot of morale."

As Lishabalm put it, its effect on picking up brave men would be immense. Even as demons, defeating the brave is a priority above all else.

But Ilzar has a disgruntled face here,

"No way. I didn't know you had that brave guy here."

"Was it unexpected?

"The power of the goddess was not yet familiar to that brave man. I thought sacrifices would be taken care of. tame the power and become stronger before putting it on the battlefield. That man now needs it in everything."

"There you go."

"But the sacrifices have not yet been fulfilled by the brave men. It's too early to put it out in front of the glarazillas without clamping it out."

pointing out that it is premature, Lishabalm has been pointing his attention to the interesting,

"Ho. So you say that brave man doesn't have a single eye to beat here?

"Naturally. Glazillas is also called the Demon Gentleman, and he's very strong."

So the brave can't win. In addition to the lack of power, even among the demon clan called Glazillas, a highly heterogeneous and powerful demon clan is the opponent, but hence.

Yeah, that's why...

"So now you're saying you're snotty? I left a treat in the corner, because I feel like I've been taken?

"Well, yeah"

At that time Ilzar missed Trinity II in the stone caves of the Autonomous Prefecture because it was too early to eat and power, and he saw room for further fattening as a sacrifice. Eat in a stronger state and that's all you can do. That's why I didn't mean it on that occasion, and I'm looking forward to it - no, I was waiting.

They take it from me. The disappointment that you won't be able to eat your favorite dish you left on the plate must be unpleasant to anyone.

Talking like that, for some reason, Lishabalm abruptly cuts off the story and brings up another topic.

"- Lord Ilzar. Surely, what I asked of you was done by that brave man."

"Speaking of what you asked me to do - is that it? Hmm. You didn't come to work, so you couldn't even sit on your belly?

"No, then you don't mind. Because I don't expect anyone else to."

I couldn't do it. Without worrying about such a ticklish dislike, Ilzar mouths the raised question.

"You don't care so much? So you're saying that wasn't all that much?

"No, it's a fact, as I said before, that the current event soldier outfit (Sacramento) reaches the evil gods. It's just not that easy to use."

Even in the hands of the brave, we don't know if it will be a threat. to Lishabalm laughing thinly that way, Ilzar said,

"That man was chosen by the goddess, wasn't he?

"It doesn't matter. Because you don't have to think about whether you're going to be chosen as a goddess, whether you deserve what your roots want, or which is more difficult and honorable."

What Lishabalm said about the story, Ilzar didn't know what it meant. But I don't have to pursue it. Because that doesn't matter to Ilzar.

But Lishabalm speaks in questioning.

"The focus will be on whether that brave man can hear his inner voice. I was wondering if that brave thought (funny) could reach its roots, or if the shattered blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue And that's when you get the power..."

Lishabalm leaked a thin, cold sneak laugh without saying anything.