779 Episode 0779



The battle between the rebels and the punitive forces was going back and forth.
 But number is undoubtedly a great force, and to overturn quantity with quality, it takes an exception like a notorious high-ranking adventurer.
 As long as there is no such specialized military force in the rebel forces today, even if they had the capabilities of shortstop troops and demon soldiers, it would have been self-evident to be overpowered.
 Some of the fences that have already surrounded the rebel positions have also been broken.
 It's a fence in this position, the headquarters of the rebels. They were not temporary fences as used in camp, but rather rather rather sturdy fences, and the destruction of the fences was a sign that the rebels were being pushed.

"d*mn it! The east side can't push back! Can't you manage to get auxiliaries?"
"I can't! I've already left almost all my strength! All I have left is to protect Prince Mercurio!"
"Well, what do you want me to do? At this rate, it's not long before you lose your position!"
"What about the Mystery!"
"Dear Theoreme!"

 In the headquarters, Theoreum, who is being looked at by the nobility, nods after a few seconds of contemplation.

"All right, Prince Mercurio's bodyguard cannot be moved, but there are still a few demons left to guard. I'll send it out."

 His expression remains the same, but his hands are tightly clasped.
 At this rate, it is certain that we will eventually be pushed through, and even though we know it, we cannot deal with it.

(Warriors…at any rate, they are far too weak.) It hurts that all the reconnaissance soldiers were cleared up first and foremost. If it had not been for that, we could have seen a little more of this.)

 Before Widale and Ray could head to the imperial capital, all the reconnaissance men around the camp had cleared up.
 It may not be in retaliation, but all the reconnaissance soldiers around the rebel positions had been cleared, which delayed the detection of the raid.

(His master Kabazeed is the one who has repeatedly tried to do so many times and times again.) Prince Schles would have a little more room to deal with.)

 With words of praise and grudges against the other party who had set up the affair in his heart, Theorem tried to command the few remaining magicians...

"'Wow, aah!'

 I notice a loud voice coming from outside the magic tent.
 If the voice was a cry of despair, it would have been judged that the east side might have been pulled out and allowed the enemy to invade the entire camp instead of the few encroaches they had made.
 But... the voice I heard from outside was not a scream, but a cheer. It was also the most joyful cheer.

"Is this... Mr. Vihela back?"

 Passing Theoreum's mind is the image of his lord's sister.
 The approaching Fritzione army or Vichela's army, which has lifted the blockade, was still more likely to come to reinforcements.
 At any rate, he wanted to see the situation with his own eyes, but it was probably the same with the other nobles. Just behind Theoreum, the aristocrats move out of the magic tent.
 Mercurio seemed to want to go for a second, but he probably understood his position. stay in a magic tent
 Those who left Mercurio behind saw screams just outside the position, as well as cheers in the position.
 a scene of hell that would be invisible from outside the battlefield because of the visions that surround the position and surrounding area.
 Originally, it was a quintome breath that was only about the size of a position covered with visions, but its range of effects was clearly greater than that of what Teoreme had heard from Mercurio.
 I can imagine a lot of reasons for this, but that's far from it.
 Shout sharply, looking at the soldiers nearby.

"Bring in someone who knows what is going on,"
"Yes!"

 He answered the words quickly, and the soldier left.
 Seeing off the soldier's back, we are relieved that something has happened in our favor, although the reasons for the incident are still unknown.

(After that, I'd like to do my best to repel the punitive force... or, if possible, destroy it here. There is no doubt that this strategy, carried out with repeated efforts, is very much in the way of both Prince Kabazid and Prince Schles. In other words, if we could significantly reduce their military strength here...)

 Thinking of the possibility of a one-off turnaround, he now understood the situation and gave instructions to his subordinates to turn the tide of the war.





 Time goes back a little.
 As Ray moves over the sky riding on Sett's back, finds troops along the highway and drops multiple rocks from above, or heads to positions under fire, Ray looks forward, seeing his troops confused by the sudden attack.
 To be honest, Ray thought for a moment that it might not taste good if any of the troops he had attacked were on the road leading to the imperial capital, not the rebel positions... that is, the Fritzione army was on the way, so he judged everything to be his enemy.
 Ray, who has been making what could be described as a rock bombardment, suddenly realizes Sett's throat sounded suspicious.

"Set, what's the matter?"
"Glu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu."

 A set of eyes directed forward at Ray's question.
 Looking at the way Set looks, Ray understands what he is feeling uncomfortable and sounding suspiciously about.
 Yes, it was just a normal sight to be seen, but there was something strange about it.
 It was a sense of strangeness that would have been impossible to detect under normal circumstances, but for Seto and Ray, who have a much sharper or more sixth sense than normal human beings, it was natural to feel strangeness.
 And... Ray knows what makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Quartome's breath?" It's true that ordinary people would hardly notice unless they were told they had visions. Set, don't worry, but stick it in. In any case, it is necessary to do damage to help them. If you think about that, you don't have to see through my actions if you just rush in like this."
"Slurrurling.

 The forces that Ray and Sett have attacked are still in chaos.
 Of course, they were dispatching messengers, but there was no comparison between horses running on the ground and Seto flying on the sky.
 Seto and Ray, one of them, are ready to go into a vision, and they rush through the air.
 Seth, who flapped his wings, flew through the sky with some caution... and through what could have been described as an uncomfortable wall of air, the view had completely changed.
 Until recently, the temperature had been cool like autumn, and nothing in particular seemed to happen, but now battles are taking place everywhere below us.
 You can see that the rebels holding their positions are at a great disadvantage, and you can see that a considerable number of fences surrounding the positions have been destroyed.
 Looking at two particularly intense battles, Ray smiled satisfactorily first, followed by a look of astonishment.
 This is because the former saw the battle of shortstop troops, and the latter saw the battle of demon soldiers.

"Not to mention the short-range troops, but to send out the demagogues that are supposed to be trump." What's more, that number..."

 a muttering ray
 Ray, of course, has little in mind about the Mystery.
 It's only natural that we've fought against each other many times.
 Naturally, I knew that the rebels were being incorporated with demons.
 He wasn't good enough to disguise Ray and Sett's senses, and he once felt the underground as a bodyguard.
 But it's also true that I thought it wasn't that big for the number of people.
 I had no idea that there would be enough troops to form.
 Still, it is undoubtedly a great force in the current rebel situation.

"Well, now the rescue of the rebels comes first, rather than the devil' Once they fly over the place where the shortstop is fighting, tell me I'm back, and then raise my morale, and then I and Seto attack the punitive forces in different places. ...what do you think?"
"Gruly!"

 Acknowledging Ray's words, Seto flaps his wings wide and heads to where the shortstop is fighting as Ray tells him.
 It's a rebel position the size of a city, but it comes right up the battlefield where the detachment is fighting at a speed that can be described as immediate given the speed of Seto.

"Gurling!"

 As they pass over it, they shout out loud to echo all around them.
 At the same time...

"Fly off!"

 A flying slash fired from Ray's death size flies behind the expeditionary force.
 He is not powerful enough to kill a soldier in armour with one blow, but it is not difficult to injure a man of all sizes.It's especially easy if you're stiffened by the sudden screams of Seto from above.
 And...

"Oh, my God!"

 Rising from the short‐range unit is a shout of joy.
 All in all, the rebels were still at a disadvantage, but what they heard from the shortstop was such a shout as if they were convinced of their victory.
 That's only natural. From the perspective of the shortstop, Ray and Sett's strength could not have been better understood.
 Now that Ray is back in battle, it's safe to say that he's already won.
 The rest is how little can we do to end the battle? Or perhaps more damaging to the enemy.
 It was unbelievable to the other soldiers, but they were just serious behavior.
 Lei and Sett, who have thrown the earth into a momentary chaos -- their friends are wild and their enemies are hopeless -- head straight to the east of the camp, where the other rebels are struggling.
 Ray then pats Seto on the back of his neck when he comes to a place where there are many enemies.

"Set, I'll deal with them here, so don't ask for another place."
"Grunt!"

 a rasping set at Ray's words
 As soon as Ray hears the call, he jumps off Sett's back in the air.
 As they fall through the air, they use Slapnil shoes several times, killing speed in the air and falling to the ground.
 It was not at the front of the rebels... but at the center of a punitive force fighting the rebels.
 It seems that Seto's screams were heard up to this point, and quite a few of the punitive force members looked up at the sky and naturally noticed Ray descending toward them.
 The punitive forces here did not stop, unlike those fighting the shortstop, partly because they were far from where Seto screamed.
 We didn't have time to raise our bow and aim at Ray falling from the sky, but instead we had time to hold our spears.
 Ray falls into such a bed of spears.
 Under normal circumstances, there would have been very few lives. But Ray continued to increase his magical powers in the air...

"I think you can manage me with that!"

 With the cry, the magic is compressed and visualized.
 the armour of the hegemonic king activated by Ray's enormous magic.
 Visualized magic covers Ray himself.
 the skill of proving that a half‐hearted attack means nothing
 Some of the people on the ground looking up with spears in their hands went to see the competition, and naturally many saw the battle between Noise and Ray in the final.
 In other words, they instinctively sense who is ahead of them.
 Of course he had come down from the Gryphon, so he could have predicted what kind of person he was, but when he saw Ray, who had activated the armour of the hegemony, he could not stop shivering.
 Still, with a ray of hope in his heart, he turns his spear to Ray, but in the next moment Ray falls to the earth, completely unconcerned by the spear directed at him.
 In fact, the spear tips held by the soldiers do not reach Ray's skin, let alone scratch him, and the moment he touches the armor of the hegemonic king, they break, break, and destroy him... without being able to hurt him at all, he lands on the ground.
 Thus... despair for the punitive forces, hope for the rebels, appears on the battlefield.