732 The Men's Battle

Duranell's majestic roar echoes across the Heavenly Mountains.

Snow falling on conifers is shaken off by shockwaves, and the snow piles on the slopes rise.

A vision dominated by bright white snow smoke in an instant.

The demons in black still kick the ground without hesitation and loom.

Duranell also rushes forward and jumps into the demon clan.

Eat and chop the Devil's torso with sharp fangs and kick it with the beast's limbs.

A thick tail slaps the earth. Then he not only blows up the snow that has fallen, he also plays the hard rock bottom.

Split rocks and pebbles turn into murder weapons.

It becomes a horrible bullet and relentlessly shoots through the demons around it.

Even the snow smoke is depriving me of my sight. There is also so much bullet pouring down that it is difficult to dodge there, screaming from the demons.

A demon tribe that has no hands or feet in the overwhelming attack of the Grounddragon and is unilaterally ravaged.

But still the demon clan in black moves.

Let the numbers say something, poke a gap in Duranell's offense and fill in the time.

"Ahem? You think we're the same people with bad vision? Thanks for the typical strategy. Yikes!

But it was Slutton waiting there.

Slutton on Duranell waves a long sword.

Demons know that the intention to poke surprise was actually a guided ambush.

But it's too late.

He gets his chest pierced, his head cracked, and he's desperate.

"Don't lick people, come on!!

Slutton brightens the murder blade to make up for Duranell's blind spot.

Skilled swordsman, does not send the demons to push.

When approaching is dangerous, the Demons unleash their magic from outside the snow smoke.

The snow crust turns into a black mass.

The countless black spheres created by the demons were relentlessly unleashed by snowflakes.

Screaming, black blast smoke rising.

But the scream didn't belong to Slutton, let alone Duranell.

The screams of the demons, who are supposed to be companions.

Magically blow away all the demons left in the snow smoke.

weak predators. The weak, even if they are allies, engage mercilessly. That is the statute of the devils, and of those who put themselves in the army.

But the demons did not achieve the expected results.

"This guy is a surprise. I didn't know the strength of the Demon Army to protect the border was like this! You thought we'd be in the same place forever!

The demons couldn't stop Duranese from advancing. Duranell, who was supposed to have stuck in the snow smoke, was out on the other side as he kicked the demon clan.

Only the demons who lost sight of Duranell and Slutton in their bright white vision were left in the snow smoke.

Dodging his magic, Duranell rushes to the next demonic flock.

Too powerful, just as the demons wandered.

"Oh, boy, you are. What a violent way to fight. No shards of elegance either."

It was Louvent of the Heavenly Nation who looked down from above at Duranell and Slutton rampaging around on the earth.

Winged and overlooking the battlefield from an altitude where the magic of the demons on earth cannot be reached.

But those with wings, nothing but Luvent.

Among the demons that emerged from the shadows of the trees and the rocks were also the winged ones.

Confirming Luvent, who flies through the sky with my own face, the demons also rise to the sky.

"Rip it up, my airspace."

But it was Louvent who was waiting.

A sharp wind strikes the demons.

Largely spread wings are chopped up to rise.

Demons who lose wings and crash.

"Burn it down, my airspace."

Still, a demon clan who should have escaped Luvent's divine art and gone up into the sky is suddenly engulfed in flames. And then, screaming, he fell to the ground.

"When you're a Demon, do you think I'm going to be late?

Louvent summons a throwing spear on hand while uttering spare words. Keep the white wings winged and look back cleverly in the air. Luvent releases a spear from behind to the impending demon clan.

A fierce spear blow pierced the Demon Clan.

"Chop it up, my airspace."

Louvent speaks more divine words.

The fierce winds blow, and the demons on earth erect a magical barrier to shelter themselves.

But stopping my leg was a mistake.

Back to back with Louvent's divine word, the wind did not wind up. Instead, the demons are stabbed and pierced by sharp thorns stretched from their feet.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Still, what a pity. How to fool someone with a lie is a demon's specialty?

It's called Slutton, it's called Louvent, it's a bad mouth. But that incites the wrath of the demons and takes away their normal hearts.

The fiercely black-coated demons.

There, Luvent relentlessly rains the spear.

The first target is the winged ones.

No one can give Louvent a hand, as long as he holds control of the airspace.

But the Demons were not only unilaterally ravaged either.

Shin, and the demon clan, who received the spear thrown by Luvent, laughs invincibly.

The outfit is the black, unified look like the demons around us, but the only thing that's the same is color.

The arms that crush the clenched spear are as thick as a round too, and the figure (grunt) is just as sturdy as the arm. And it's the black all-body armor that covers that giant body. On his back, he bore a battle axe wondering if he would be twice his height.

Only one horn on the forehead, but long and sharp. It's like, a ghost general. It's like a barbie horn.

The demon clan, unlike the surrounding miscellaneous soldiers to see, unleashes its magic towards Louvent all in return.

That, Louvent, winged and dodged without difficulty.

But the magic that was supposed to have dodged exploded in the air.

Stirred by a blast from behind, Louvent is blown away.

"Oh, hey, are you finally the Advanced Demon Clan"

Still, "If you're an advanced demon tribe, you can't knock it down to the point of throwing spears," said Luvent, shrugging his shoulders over the sky to show room.

But what I couldn't afford to say was felt by Luvent himself more than anyone else.

My back was burning.

There are several blades burning and several black stains on the wings that were pure white.

"You seem different from the little ones. Is that the kind of man who calls himself a ghost general?"

To Luvent's guess, the ghost of the giant body answers with one mouth angle raised.

"Don't think of our black ghosts as being with the ghosts around here, okay?

"We...?

To a bad feeling, Luvent confirms the battlefield.

And breathtaking by accident.

"Damn it!

In tune with Slutton's anger, Duranell roars.

But Duranell's advance had stopped.

It was stopped.

From the black struggle, a four-horned ghost showing his forged black skin was taking Duranell's protrusion from the front.

Slutton waves a long sword, but the struggle is bare and not even the black complexion can hurt him.

Interpretation is a spell sword.

The blade also passes as long as it's about a low-level little ghost, but it doesn't work at all for someone like the Advanced Demon Nation, who has increased his magic all over his body.

Dulanel unleashes dragon tricks.

But the struggling ghost dodges quickly.

To the ghost who takes the time, Duranell kicks the ground in an attempt to chase him hard. But I couldn't go forward.

Conversely, Duranell moves to evasive action.

The place I was until a moment ago was surrounded by darkness.

I just saw the darkness and the chills ran, sweating and trembling slatton from all over my body.

"Yay. You're so angry."

Darkness that erodes your soul just to see is the magic of temper.

And what unleashed the magic was the next black ghost, who emerged from this shadow.

Black magic coat. Black scepter. The horns growing from behind the ears extend sideways and several corner decorations are shaking.

The corner decorations are embedded with a variety of demonic stones, large and small, emitting spooky light.

"Did the devils transfer with straws in the art of bastards?"

"Kufu, it is a sharp insight. But no. We black ghosts can jump from shadow to shadow. See, that's how it is."

"Fuck!!

Slutton feels murdered from behind and jumps off Duranell's back aggressively.

But from the results, the act made no sense.

"I told you? We jump from shadow to shadow. Wherever you flee, the shadow will never leave you."

A ghost in a black magic coat laughs.

Likewise, a ghost appeared from the shadow of Slutton with a murderous grin.

And the ghost that emerges from the shadows relentlessly rolls out the Devil's Sword.

I tried to avoid it, but I wasn't able to escape.

Slutton reacts quickly, too, but doesn't make it.

The tip of a colored, glowing demon sword approaches the throat whistle of a slatton.

"Let it be!

sounded like metal and metal hitting each other hard.

One hair at a time.

A demon sword was played that was aimed at Slutton's neck.

Slutton, who manages to take his life on the brink, hastily takes a distance from the Devil Clan with the Devil's Sword.

The Demon Clan of the Devil's Sword, which had manifested itself completely from the shadows, did not come after him this time with the shadows.

"... Tris, thanks for your help."

Rubbing his neck, Slutton checks the situation.

It was Tris who saved me.

A little further away, Tris was struggling wielding the Devil's Sword and the Divine Sword.

Of those two swords, he threw the Devil's Sword and played the Devil's Swordsman's Blade.

Without Tris' driving, Slutton would have been desperate by now.

Slutton sweats nasty from all over her body.

Conversely, the ghosts who have used the shadows to jump show the grin of the weak and powerful.

"Black Ghost... You're a battle breed, lined up with red ghosts."

Louvent's face was unusual.

Back injuries and a sense of disadvantage.

That should be it, too.

This was not the only black ghost crowd that emerged from the shadows.

"I feel like I've heard statements to the effect that the border guards are to this extent, etc., through shadows?

"Well, whose statement would that be?

"Kuhaha. Make me laugh."

"Through the pleasure, I can't help it."

"Good, good. Then why don't we make it taste good?"

"The power and horror of our black ghosts."

Dark-skinned ghosts with sharp horns, unlike those in black outfits. A total of ten.

Everyone exasperates the murderous and angry of the wrong digits, the advanced demons.

That's Duranell, too, retreated to the side of Slutton, honking his throat.

Tris also rushes over as he kicks the little ones.

"I'm sorry. An important demon sword."

"Oh...... It's okay, never mind."

In the hand of Tris, who threw the Devil's Sword, only the Divine Sword remains.

For Tris, who had managed to fight in the duplicity, letting go of the Devil's Sword was a painful price.

But Tris shows with a bare look, gripping and opening the black arms that have become empty (from).

"Hmm. I didn't expect the human style to handle the Devil's Sword without being cursed. Besides, isn't it a demon sword that seems very powerful?"

Then the Demon Clan, which emerged from the shadow of Slatton earlier, confirms the Demon Sword of Tris, which was falling beside him. And, by the way, take it.

did it, and Tris grinned.

"Grrr.... Grrr!

And somehow a screaming devil swordsman.

"Come on! Idiot, bah! If you think people are the only ones to be cursed, it's a big mistake!

Oh, my God, and not only the Demons, but Slutton also opens his eyes in amazement.

"The Devil's Sword is Astel's special Devil's Sword that curses the Devil Nation! This is the completion of the Advanced Demon Clan's Cursed Demon Sword! Hey, kill each other!

The eyes of the Devil's Swordsman, where a sharp intent to kill resided, vanish, as it stands for Tris' cursing murmurmur.

And turn the horrible killer to the same black ghost crowd, not to the Sluttons.

"Kill. Kill. Kill the Demons."

Speaking of bumps and intent to kill, the cursed demon swordsman jumped toward the black ghost crowd.