811 Hunters of the Night

A harsh day comes to an end, and those who are tired of fighting return to the perimeter of the tower.

In the courtyard dotted around the tower, the headquarters of the ambulance commanded by Master Madrine, as well as the backward supporters, gathered for cooking, and realised that this was where the Operation Commander was headed.

The wounded receive medicinal herbs from the priests, or the seriously wounded receive the spell of healing.

The hungry men, stuffed with battle all day long, lined up before us and before the cookout, and made a long queue.

But since the sun has set, so does the emergence of demons, what a convenient story does not exist.

Thus the great majority of adventurers and beastmen turned back to the main business, and now demons were still appearing one after another in the hunting grounds of the Feilongs and in all parts of the Great Castle Fortress.

"Guru. I'll take care of the night hunt."

Then the Great Wolf Warcraft, who was in the sun during the day, rose up with the sleigh of Along with that, the Warcraft, who were keeping their power warm, begin to move.

While the sun looks in the sky, people work hard. And at night, the unbelievers shall move forth.

Even Warcraft is a fine beast. I mean, beyond the beast, a high beast with more intelligence and power than a man is a warcraft, right?

So there are many nocturnal warcraft as the nature of a hunting beast.

The Warcraft rushed away to the back of the darkness at night with their eyes shining.

"Well, let me try a little harder too."

"Grandma Yuri, are you okay!?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

But wait!

Grandma Yuri's been giving Yun Yun and Lin Lin a lot of strength, hasn't she?

And yet, you're still working on it!?

To my surprise, but Grandma Yuri smiled softly, stretching her hips to support the wand.

"Yun and Lynn are excellent, so hey. It was so easy to maintain the expression. So let me help you out a little bit more."

"Nah, Grandma can keep spirits out all the time."

As if it were about you, Priscia brags her chest out.

"By the way, how long can you keep it?

"Hey. If we're just gonna show it off, we're gonna be okay for over ten days."

"Oh my God!"

Even Priscia, even though it's best to manifest the spirits in service for about half a day.

Grandma Yuri's misdigited spiritual powers were uniformly stunned by the ear elders of the Great Forest, who were lining up for cooking, and the ear elders of the Embargo.

"Wow, wow, that's the limit..."

There, Istericia, who had been so prolonged, returned.

Fatigue will support Isterisia, who is about to fall even now, with the prayer Master Jabalayan, who brings the Beast tribe together.

"Take your time and rest. Tomorrow, too."

"Straw, I'm going to die of overwork!

I don't know what you're talking about, but Isterisia must still be hanging out with the spirits tomorrow.

Enjoy that, too.

The spirits were also pleased around Isterisia with satisfaction.

"Well, shall we hold the evening club? If they catch the spirits I serve, they win, don't they? On the contrary, if I catch you, you lose. Lost spirits, let's take down demons. Hey. The winning Spirit will have you stroke your head later, Elnea."

Hey, what the hell!?

My head stroke is the prize!?

Speaking of which, I remember giving similar rewards to the spirits before.

I wonder if my head stroke is that good? And I'm just questioning myself.

But it seemed too rewarding for the spirits.

A new motivation begins to sprout on the spirits who until just now seemed satisfied around Isterisia.

"Oh man. Then the reward is after this operation, I guess I'll behave in large measure. So come earn a full score by then!

On my signal, the spirits start making noise.

And when the spirits served by Grandma Yuri fled, they followed it and scattered it.

"Straw, I can make you realize you haven't."

I thought I was satisfied with the spirits, but when I saw this situation...

"Well, I don't have a choice. Grandma Yuri is an amazing spiritual user."

"No. Elnea, I'm jealous of your popularity."

"What, me!?

I just thought I was impressed with Grandma Yuri's hand, who easily missed the spirits, didn't I?

How dare you rub my head off, Grandma Yuri?

Whatever.

The spirits, who have nothing to do with day or night, seem to crusade the demons in one hassle, playing well at night.

Plus, a helper showed up.

"Lord Ernea. By His Majesty's decree, we will also enter the war tonight."

It was the Black-winged Demons who said so and descended from the night sky.

An elite unit under the Giant Demon King.

Until a while ago, he guarded the Dragon King's capital, so many faces I found out.

The Black-wing Demons greeted me softly and flew away.

Secondly, it was the advanced demons who had followed the giant demon king and fairy demon king Kushalillah.

They don't say hello to me, they go all over the fortress.

The Advanced Demons are very proud.

Even if you obey the ruler, the Demon King, you will not receive my command.

"I came here because I was interested in the battlefield where the two demon kings were headed. Hey! Hell, I don't want to help Elnea!

Oh, my God, you won't bother to say hello until you come all the way here.

"That's always a positive thought. But it's not a mistake. If you sell your face to me and the Fairy Demon King here, and become one of the first to make a name for yourself in the land of the Demons, you might be elected the next Demon King."

"I give the opportunity to be active, and senior demons use it. It's a relationship to be had."

And when I realized, the giant demon king was coming here with a glass of alcohol in one hand.

Well, that's right.

A trusted subordinate is going out, so we're going to drop him off, right?

"So, what about Charlotte?

I don't see the Extreme Demon Clan smiling all the time next to the Demon King of the Giants. Instead, Luirala is the one being brought a pot of alcohol.

"I gave that one a little errand. Never mind."

"No, no, no, you're very concerned!

What the hell are you up to, dazzling him?

Wow, I'm scared!

When I was having trouble holding my head, two gods showed up this time.

However, I feel nervous about Luirala and the presence of the giant Demon King.

It was Alex's brother, Alf, who spoke to me on my behalf. Beside Mr. Alf, there is also his sister Amira.

"Lord Elnea, during the day Louvent disrespected"

"No, never mind. And even so, Louvent was very active."

The flying demons were able to be destroyed with the activity of Luvents and winged warcraft.

I have a bit of a problem with the spoken word, but you and Luvent will be doing your job properly, too.

Listen to the requirements of Mr. Alves while working for Luvent, who is not here.

Then I got another reliable offer for this.

"If the Demons were to move, there's no way we gods wouldn't. So my brother told me to speak to Lord Ernea before he went out."

"Oh, I see. Okay, please."

Mr. Alex, all of the divine tribes, as well as Luvent of the heavenly tribe, were just wary of the presence of the Demon King.

You can't even do it, can you?

He's the closest of enemies, and their contact with demon kings and demons is extremely thin.

He has given me the perception that he gathered for a common purpose through me, but the gulf between these two races was still deep.

And I guess you can't keep your mouth shut now that your opponent's species is on the move because you think you're a lodging enemy.

So, first of all, Mr. Alf and Mr. Amira made a move.

But Wender, the martial arts god, and Alex, the descendant of the fighting god, still seem to be at the viewing stage.

Hmm. I see. And that's where I kind of detect Charlotte disappearing.

Disappear beforehand and take covert action.

Is the purpose a trend in the Divine Clan?

He's a brilliant demon king.

If the Demon Nation moves, so does the Divine Nation. How easy it is to read.

So you moved Charlotte to investigate the strengths of those who came from the south to support you?

Because if you become as big a demon as Charlotte, even Mr. Alex and Mr. Wender will stand around so well that you don't realize you're being watched secretly.

"Satisfactory. Even where you don't say it, it's wise."

The Titan Demon King praised me!

Whatever it was, the Divine Clan moved me out, too.

There's no problem with the night power I was worried about.

At night, there is no one to make a scene at the feast, and it passes.

However, there may be a sound of battle there, and it is not a quiet night.

Still, tired of fighting, the warriors preparing for tomorrow were falling asleep in their bedrooms.

"Good evening, Grandpa"

I came directly beneath Old Sleighsta, sitting quietly next to the tower.

"Hmm, I didn't know you were coming this late at night. Are you nervous and sleepless?"

"Yeah, it's not. Thought I'd do some meditation."

I have to keep my powers warm in case I have to. [M] But everyone around me is struggling. So I can't sleep because I'm concerned.

Old Sleighsta, I think you thought so.

The second half is a mistake. Too bad.

But you're right about the first half.

I want Ares, who can be considered one heart and one soul, and the spiritual tree on which I rely, to be complete so that I have to be.

So I wanted to meditate and share my powers as much as I could.

"It's a good idea. Remember your role at all times and do not fail in your efforts."

Yes, me entering meditation directly beneath old Sleighsta, responding.

Put Zazen together and put the wooden knife of the spirit tree on your lap. Then Ares has manifested herself.

And then I hold the wooden knife of the spirit tree resting on my lap, and I come on my lap.

The usual, meditative outfit.

Close your eyes, prepare your breath, and calm your mind.

In doing so, besides the information I had relied on my eyes, I would be able to perceive many events throughout my body.

Even though it was spring, the cold wind blew through the hunting grounds of the flying dragon.

But I don't feel cold.

Maybe because of Ares' warmth in her arms?

Or maybe it's because the sound of the leaves swinging at the tip of the wooden knife of the spirit tree makes your ears feel good.

Clarifying his ears, he also heard Old Sleighsta's deep and quiet exhalation from a much higher position behind him.

Other than that, the sound of a forger waving down a golden hammer through the night in an attempt to repair damaged weapons by the next morning. Demonic magic or the howling of the Warcraft. The demonic interrupter comes to my ear.

"Come on, let's lose consciousness more deeply. The Spirit Tree and the Spirit await your meditation."

Old Sleighsta urges me to meditate deeply so that I can assimilate with the world.

The dragon pulse felt strong right under his feet.

"Grandpa, you were in a very good place"

"Kuck. The sooner the better."

Directly beneath Old Sleighsta, the mainstream of the dragon vein was flowing like a great river.

A rough but magnificent stream, similar to torrents.

But I don't feel fear.

Instead, the breath of the world seems to be felt, and I love it.

When I enter a state of deep meditation, my spirit rides the dragon pulse and merges into the world.

The tower built right next to the old Sleighsta was also present directly above the dragon vein.

Could it be that Astel built this tower, aware of the presence of dragon veins?

But even though the Initial Clan, is it something that the Demon Clan knows or can sense the existence of a dragon vein?

There, I don't even know.

However, one thing I can say is that this position is where the dragon pulse flows most forcefully, even among the vast hunting grounds of the flying dragon.

Take the dragon pulse flow and take your consciousness further afield.

"The Demon King is turning the dragon pulse into a curse by messing with it."

From the mainstream of the dragon vein, the tributaries extend beyond counting. Ahead of some of those, there was a vortex-wrapped torrent or a darkly discolored part.

And from those heterogeneous parts, it feels like demons are being spit out.

"I didn't know you were afraid of dragon pulses. You'll never imitate what the old lady does, will you?

Of course, I would never do that.

Nevertheless, thanks to the fallen "curse" of the Demon King, I feel like I only learned a little bit about the secrets of demons appearing.

Demons come out of dragon veins and the filth of the world.

Besides, because we can't feel it coming from filth, demons may be using filth to interfere with the world that we can see and feel from some layer of the overlapping world.

"The magician is bright blue, if you will."

"If I put out a paper to the wise men of the south, can I be a wise man too!?

What a joke, while expanding my consciousness further afield.

Then, in the far west, behind a deep forest stretching at the foot of Dragon Peak, he felt the signs of Luiseine and Lyla, and Levaria.

"Luiseine and the others seem to be working hard"

"You've got something interesting in mind."

Like following my consciousness, it seems that old Sleighsta feels the same thing.

"Pfft. Isn't that amazing?"

"But can't this be too much?"

Old Sleighsta was just a little surprised when he realized I had set him up.

"At first, I was wary of what I would do if even an epic demon appeared."

You've heard of the giant demon king, haven't you?

Among demons, there are monsters comparable to legendary warcraft.

What if you even invite a horrible demon like that?

But my worries ended in concern.

The demon king I heard about was laughing.

"No matter how much my curse, I can't catch so many demons. Oh, there's no such thing as someone being able to manipulate the emergence of something. That's how cuter the demon king is."

This special operation of calling demons with curses, feeding demons, and catching demon kings can be done because of the special condition that it is the point where girls appear, usually to the extent that it becomes a zone where demon nests spread like the Great Forest, the Demon King of the Giants explained.

"So that's not for the Epic Demon, it's for the King of Demons"

After all, what are the Luiseinees doing in the distance?

I think this will be the trump card to the demon king.

"Don't be alarmed, be thorough. If it turns out to be excessive, you just have to laugh at it later."

"I hope it's a joke to be told all the time"

How do later (later) historians and bards communicate this unprecedented campaign?

It's a pleasure for the future.

And, as Ares and Spirit Tree meditated with dragon air, a noise arose in a painting of the fortress.

An unprecedented fierce explosion sounds and anger flies.

And the alarm, which was prepared for the cabinet, is beaten hard.

Something happened, and those who slept began to jump up in a hurry.

I, too, noticed something strange and interrupted my meditation.

As the alarm rang, the cries of war reached our ears.

"An evil tribe! The Evil Clan is out!!