265 Sounds like people and demons.

Shaken Emil's fist captures the face of the approaching demon clan.

In addition to the Demonic Armor, the fist, which was ridden with plenty of fortification by magic, crushed the demonic head where the blow hit with little or no resistance, and was extensively smashed behind the Demonic clan where white and red fragments were struck.

Of that demon clan that lost its head, from the cross section of its neck, it seemed like it would have been nice to have a blood splash up, but nothing like what I had expected would happen, just a loose red one propagating its neck from the cutting surface to its torso.

Not being the reaction of a living being, Emil is still convinced that the demon soldiers placed on the front line are somehow manipulating the demons murdered in the cities they have invaded so far, etc., for whatever reason, perhaps as Lotus Mita has seen.

I kind of knew by the signs, but if I could actually get physical evidence, I wouldn't have to add or subtract it.

He said he had lost his head, but if he kicked his body unconstitutionally grabbing him while in that state and made him look like he was dancing on the spot to make a turn, the hem of the flipped coat, with the sharpness of the blade, truncated the body of another soldier who was about to approach him from behind.

Again, there is no momentum to flash, just to flush the red from the cut spot.

It is evidence that the heart, the pump that sends out blood, is not moving in an already dead body.

The fact that a fellow deceased is humiliated by his body without being buried raises sympathy for his compatriots in Emil, but immediately smears it with the excitement of battle.

Avoid the protruding spear tip with minimal movement, then step into the opponent's pocket and open the magic with your palm against the abdomen of the torso wearing armor.

Both the attacked soldiers and the surrounding soldiers were involved, burning down everything where the blast and blast were within range of effect.

"Kind of in perfect shape."

The Demon Nation is not the only one who constitutes the army of the Demon King.

It also contains many human-shaped demons, and this one lives properly.

Theon watched Emil fight his way through those demons and whined as if he was impressed.

During that whining, Mithril's knife, which has an increased slashing flavor under Scion's willpower, is drawn among enemy soldiers endlessly while leaving a white and radiant trajectory.

"'Cause it smells kind of awful all the time."

With the will and magic, the increased hardness of the Mithril knife, coupled with the power of Scion and some skill taught by Lianya, is also equal to a piece of paper, such as a weapon held by an unwilling puppet.

Neither did this one, after all, erupt blood, it just became a stiffening of blubber and meat and fell to the ground, and the slaughtered Scion's knife didn't even have blood smoke on it.

"Isn't the smell of blood and fat somewhat better than this smell?

"I kind of agree with that, though."

Theon didn't know if it was because he was being manipulated by something, or because he was diverting a body, but anyway, the movement of the demon clan, an enemy soldier, is dull.

In the land of mankind, Zion slashes down the demons who make a scene even if there is only one of them.

The motion is extremely natural, with no strays or delays, just slashing it so that it can slash where it can be slashed.

"I've agreed with the momentum, does fat smell?

"Don't people get it?

Subject to Scion, Emil's movements are mostly at his disposal.

Anyway, I'm lucky to hit him, kick him in the ass.

Whether you have a shield or armor, I don't care if you have a face or belly where you hit me.

As long as the attack hits, the Demon Armor and the magic stored there will soon become a deadly attack of power, smashing the surroundings of the hit spot.

Its power was totally, at the level of good if you hit it, the aim was second, and technology was a very retarded way of fighting, such as outward sight.

"Maybe a little surprised?

"Really?

Leaning his neck toward Scion's sentiments, Emil grabs the neck off his torso by squeezing the neck of the two soldiers, who were squeezing it with his left and right hands, just with his grip as it was.

Still, the soldier's body doesn't stop moving.

Because it's a dead body, it doesn't stop that activity as long as it loses its head.

That's why Emil steps on his head, which fell to the ground, and when he grabs the belt of his attacking body's trousers with one hand, he lifts it to pull it straight through and throws it down to the ground.

A headless soldier poked from his neck to the ground with tremendous momentum, saying he had little accelerating distance, scattered his body with a shock that clashed with the earth as the momentum remained.

Exactly. If they fall apart, they stop the activity, too, and the other soldier similarly grabs and lifts the belt, slaps it and falls apart.

Both his arms and body, Emil, who began to turn bright red with returning blood, seemed to care little about the tragedy, and he was rushing to pull in the hand he had brought near his face, realizing that the situation would only get worse, trying to wipe the blood on his face with his bloody hands.

"Originally strong, isn't technology and all that pointless?

"It's the Beast's Theory..."

"Isn't your partner similar?

Called Emil's partner was Scion who felt kind of tickled.

But I don't feel bad, and I'm the one who said I was a friend because I originally talked to each other with my fist.

I never thought Emil would call me a partner, but if I were called, it wouldn't be so bad.

"I... do I?

"I'm a little smarter now that I use a knife, but isn't the basics a front breakthrough for a firepower request?

Defeat the weapon that is protruded and blow it with < growl > after appropriately wielding the sword and carving the enemy soldiers.

Because of the large number of opponents, Scion, who is really fighting in a way that uses a lot of highly powerful and extensively influential moves, thinks in the middle of a blank zone that he could do for a moment with its < growl >.

Since Lianya had told me not to take the knife on my shoulder, not to poke it into the ground and cane it, Shion was now unconscious, and the knife she did not use could be naturally delivered to the sheath.

When I first received the knife from Lianya, Shion said that even with one action called this Nana knife, he was injuring his fingers all over the palm, but getting used to it was horrible, and now I can smoothly insert the blade into the sheath without having to look at my hand.

"Because that's what my family line is."

"That's what demons are all about."

Emil, who looked at each other and suddenly returned to his true face after a laugh, says as if he had thought of it.

"By the way, what's our mission?

"scattering enemy troops appropriately and crushing their heads if possible"

Theon's instructions from Lianya run out of them.

Wind walls were essential in order to buy time for the completion of work inside the city, but the walls were slightly but the magic was being lifted, and Lianya, the operator who created the walls, also knew that it was only a matter of time before they disappeared.

That is why we need the means to go outside the wall and interrupt the enemy army from carrying out the release of the wall, and the truth is that Lianya herself intended to assume that role.

But it was Frau who differed.

Frau said that Lotus Ya really needs to be in the center of the city for the work that Lotus Ya is trying to do inside the city by consulting Frau and Cloir.

Then a proposal was presented to Rialis to do him a favor and get rid of the enemy army with you, Dra, but this one came to the conclusion that after Lianya had given a little thought, Rialis, a dragon cavalry, was a debt from the Principality of Triden and could not be more than depleted by dealing with the demon king's army.

So as a further alternative, Emil suggested that he go outside the wall and fight the enemy, which Lotus Ya showed difficulty with, but because Emil insisted hard that he would do so because he would have his people and ministers protected, and because Shion gave his name that he couldn't not go, Lotus Ya also gave permission if there were two of them.

"It's easy to scatter enemy soldiers."

"It's hard to have a wide range, though."

"Somehow, isn't that where you want to be greedy?

"That's well, but where are they?

Whether bombed with sorcery or scattered with roar, enemy soldiers come from next to next.

It is a mistake in itself that roughly the two of them are dealing with an army of a size that has swallowed many villages and cities, but whether surrounded by all sides or attacked from all directions, if Zion and Emil make up for each other's blind spots, the bodies that pile up will only belong to the enemy army, and the two of them, who gradually transform the moving dead into immobile dead, will hardly disturb their breath.

"I wonder if the source of this stinking smell is the enemy leader?

"I see. But it does stink"

"You smell like Baba for failing makeup."

"I don't know the analogy..."

"I can tell, buddy. You should listen carefully. Baba originally smells, so he manages to shake multiple perfumes that are pricey and smell tough all the time trying to delude them. This is the chemical reaction of the perfume mixed with the original odor, which breeds the smell that a dog with a good nose would be dead. If this happens, it's too late. That's why my partner is a human being, and he's older than me, so he should take good care of his skin from a young age, limit his brand, and continue to use perfume that reduces the smell in an appropriate amount and with good quality. That way, you don't have to sprinkle all this smell and live in a shameful old way?

"Ugh, yeah?

Nodding Scion to Emil, who arranged her words fluently so that she could stand up.

I only came with a little cock when they said I was getting old fast, but people do get old faster than the Demons who actually have a long life expectancy.

"I'm impressed with the thickness of the skin on that surface that sprinkles this smell completely and keeps me alive, too, Demon. Could it be a level that I could use on the sole of my shoe if I peeled off the skin on my face?

"I don't know, what's that?

"By and large, you don't think it's boring to sprinkle the smell and assert yourself?

That said, Emil unfolded his witchcraft once to blow up the soldiers nearby, then suddenly showed a thick eye in the middle of the space he made that way.

In front of Scion, who looks out for something, Emil moves his blood-stained right hand to his chest and his left hand to the belt area of his hot pants, causing him to slip down just a little bit.

"What, Emil!?

"I hope Theon remembers, too. Onnanokos like me, who are so attractive, don't have to drool out the smell like this, because with one of these moves, the otocho comes from across the horizon."

< I'm not kidding, you absurd bastard!

Emil began to say that in a bug-puzzling atmosphere.

Though I was in battle for once, Scion began to panic about what the hell was about to start.

To those two heads, it was the voice of a woman of that age there that sounded abruptly.

Against Zion, who looks around to see where the hell he heard his voice coming from, Emil flips away from the inviting atmosphere until then, instantly going into a battle posture and distorting his lips.

"I found it... I can't find it."

"Oh, yeah? Could it have been provoking you for what you're after?

"Well, what do you think?

More than half of it was a joke, but it wasn't without a chance.

At this point Emil was not aware of the capabilities of the leader of the enemy army, but in addition to some unusual smell, the reality is that the dead are moving for some reason.

From there, we speculate that we are within the reach of some kind of skill, ability.

If it is as effective as exhausting a large army, the ability person cannot use his or her corner skills unless he or she has some way of understanding the situation within that vast range.

In addition, if there is no way to convey one's will within range, the ability to move the dead becomes the best, largely unusable ability to move conditionally.

Based on these speculations, Emil thought that if he could somehow direct the consciousness of the surgeon towards himself and elicit some reaction, he would know where the surgeon was.

"Anyway, we know where they are, we have to hunt this."

"Whatever the way, I agree with that"

At the end of Emil's gaze, let him chase after him, and Zion lays down his sword.

In that direction, as if to prove that Emil had a sorcerer as he felt, the defense of the enemy army became obviously thicker, and Emil and Zion laughed at each other with all their mouths.

"I didn't expect you to bother proving my guess."

"Sounds definitely right. Idiot."

If you're there, then the story is completely different.

As long as you know you're here, all you have to do is push over there without any help.

"Well, then, buddy, let's just smash your head and let Lenya compliment you."

"That's a fascinating suggestion, buddy."

Only for a moment did Emil look surprised by the words of Theon, who answered.

But as soon as he turns his expression into an invincible grin, he turns his gaze in the direction in which he detects the opponent's surgeon, wrapping such dense magic that the blood stuck in his hands is blown away.

"I feel good, come on, let's hunt. Hey buddy!