Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! - Chapter 132

Thus the battle between the Imperial Army and the Demonic Army proceeded unharmed under Renate's command.

As previously presented, the operation places troops on several routes from the undeveloped areas of the Imperial North to the Imperial, ambushing the demonic tribes that are coming at us, while fighting as soon as we find them, destroying this. Situations like sending scouts to places where people can't get in, being passive about being corrupt to avoid being pulled out of a first front, and waiting for reinforcements to end.

The battle of the ambush is naturally favourable on the part of the Empire, as it is also like a substantial defensive battle. Unlike the northern part of the Union, where the less undulating wilderness spreads, sometimes because it is a rugged land that hinders the march, it was significant that it was able to be positioned and intercepted in advance to favour the terrain.

I would say this is also because accurate information came in beforehand. If you attack a country on the way before attacking the Empire, the natural information will come through, and if you're fooling around there, you'll be defensive. The Empire was too far away for the Demons to attack.

All in all, speaking of the Mizumins, they were taken into the custody of the main unit as originally planned and were not immediately incorporated into the operational action. That was due to the limitation that the Imperial Army could not move without an effect, but it was now able to move because within a few days the troops had an effect.

And by then, Lephire had already returned to her original appearance, and she had been asked by Lennart to cooperate with the operation first and foremost.

"Are you sure you want to entrust troops to someone like me?

"The power of the Divine Prince is meant to be understood, not just by the arms of battle. I want you to lead the troops and fully wield the power of the Spirit."

Under those words, Lephire leads the soldiers of the Empire and participates in Operation Stopping. And now, in the northern mountains of the Empire, he overlooked the demons marching with the borrowed imperial soldiers.

A formation in a tree on a cliff. Under his eyes, a flock of demons walk together like snakes on a narrow path that runs along the mountains. Regardless, the demons have not noticed, so this was a great opportunity for an ambush.

"-This one, it's time to get out,"

Watching the time to attack at the head of the troops, at the boundary between the cliffs and the bushes, there is a voice worrying about the rain pattern from behind.

As Refill gently paid the redhead to look back, there was Liliana on a small horse among the soldiers.

I don't know if you've just arrived or been confused for a long time, but where you're deaf, you're just a person in the intelligence department - no, I'd say you're the daughter of a shadow sword general.

"Lily? Hey, what's up?

"Yes, I'm here to report the current situation"

"Please."

"The main unit is on track to retreat to the rear, as planned. If nothing in particular, retreat as it were without the strength of the brave men placed in the main army or Her Royal Highness the Princess of Titania. They're going to fight again at the showdown."

"Will they still not move"

"The brave man - he has less combat experience, so he must have decided that he could use his strength to fight in a sloppy place rather than in a rugged terrain. Plus, if you have a thick layer of soldiers, you have a better chance of surviving, and the morale of the soldiers around you increases."

To Liliana's thrust, Refill exhales as she exhales what was on her chest.

"What's up?

"No, don't worry a little."

"You were afraid to treat Raj, weren't you?

"Reggie wasn't called in the Empire. I was wondering how to move it. Because he doesn't want to be handled, or if he's forced to participate in a strange operation with no reason to believe that a brave man would be okay, he won't either."

"It's okay. His Royal Highness Lennart, as harsh as His Majesty the Emperor, cannot stand."

That would mean that an emperor would have the possibility to do it. Surely if that emperor, he also feels like he doesn't hate unscrupulous manoeuvres in favor of the empire whether the goddess is involved or not.

"How's Suimei?

"They're going to move appropriately. Sumei has no designation where to go, and His Highness Lennart is just about ready to reach the itch, and he doesn't value the effects, so it would be just enough to keep him out of the way."

"His Royal Highness Lennart is also a pawn who wants to move, but can't think of an effective use, etc."

"It would. If His Highness Lennart moves on a troop-by-unit basis, he'll get it, but the soot is special."

In this world, Shuiming is an individual and troop-like person, just like the Lefirs. So I can turn it to any operation, but it will be out of hand when I turn it to the troops, and even when I move it individually because of that, I don't know how much power I can hit that salt plum. Therefore, it is a strange thing that I want you to move but it is difficult to use. Unless you have a charisma, like Refile, that can handle the power of leading troops and even the armies of other countries.

- I'm a magician and a student, right? There's no way there's a mon like that, is there?

is the word of Shuiming before his departure.

To a funny story, Liliana looks around as Refill smiles.

"And... looks like this one's on schedule,"

"Oh, look. The Demons are stretching their ranks defenselessly. If we attack here, we will have more results than we expected."

The troops' position in this location was due to Lefir's measures. Even so, I checked the way I think the Demons would go beforehand, and I was just putting up a net.

Because the Demons pass through narrow paths in the mountains, the line stretches fine and serpents along the mountain paths. Since the march is finally two rows, packed and three rows at leisure, the layers of soldiers are thinner on the side, perfect to divide them, and if they ambush from above, they are instantly confused, and if they are brought into a riot, they are not impossible stories to annihilate.

"Ready for oil, already?

"I won't be late"

That being said, Refill points to the left and right distant positions. And there, behold, there were soldiers ready for the great jar.

In this situation, there's no way I'm not getting a fire meter ready. Because the demons have the protection of evil gods, they don't feel comfortable just with fire, but because there are times when demons are mixed with troops, the situation will change considerably if there are not. After dropping rocks and sprinkling oil at the beginning and at the rear, the Wizard's unit unleashes the magic of fire to further block the escape route, and the main unit knocks on the core.

It's a simple tactic, but if fitted, you can expect it to be highly effective.

Presented with winning muscles, Liliana meditates in relief and strokes the horse's neck.

"Okay, I'm in this"

"What's next?

"I'm done going to Sumee's, so I'm going back to the main unit once. Afterwards, it will also serve as a connection."

"Nice to meet you"

Liliana replied "Yes," then went back and eventually vanished neglectfully with the horse she was riding. If it's just me, what kind of manipulation do you still have for each horse? Is that also the move of the Lonely Sword General, or was it taught to Mizumi, no, it is also considered to be a multiplication of both of them - either.

Refile turns the horse's neck and turns back. And I skipped the instructions for the soldiers to have their voices crossed so that they wouldn't be distracted by the demons below.

"It's time for us to move! As soon as the stones are ready, the wizards will unleash the magic of fire at the beginning and at the rear, as planned. Let them eat oil and rocks instead of liquor and dishes, and treat them to a feast of flames! Good!"

In response to the sarcastic inspiration, the soldier replies with a suppressed, but powerful, voice. "As the goddess Arshna wills," "Long live the Divine Son," he said. Morale is high. Much more than you need. This would be a form of strong expression of faith in the goddess. As Lennart thought, the effect of the name of the Divine Son of the Spirit seemed immense in the battle against the Demons.

Soon the soldiers at both ends will be ready and many rocks will be dropped off the cliff. Demons beyond the limits of being able to resist pure weight, killing from demons. Together, viscosity and highly flammable oil were sprinkled, and eventually the wizard began to unleash the magic of fire.

"Oh, the Devil's lineup is going to be disturbed..."

"Nice... at this rate..."

When the demons at the beginning and the rear end are sprinkled with flames and smoke and start to disrupt the movement, it goes to the core more and more. Eventually, all of the troops were knocked down in a vortex of confusion, and we were no longer talking about marching.

Then the demons who noticed this one start to ascend the cliff as they utter strange voices.

I can't seal it with small measures anymore, so...

"Leaving the Wizards guard, all infantry troops storm with the demons under their eyes more than this! The wizards keep threatening the beginning and the rear with flames! Let's go!"

Under Refill's decree one, several infantry regiments head in each direction and descend the cliff like an avalanche.

Split up and brawled. The bodies of the demons were exposed to the mountain roads, as Lephir's contemplative blue drawings showed.

- No matter how much the Demons say individual abilities outweigh human beings, the advantages of confused and not so soldiers are obvious at first glance. That is all the more so in this narrow road. Lefir's soldiers, who were instructed to assume a place to fight beforehand, came to battle without disturbing the line, and when it came to the demons, who, in turn, were in the grip of confusion, the line also ran into each other as well as the neighbors, the beginning of hurting each other. At the end of the day, he acted similarly to his self-destruction of dropping his companions off the cliff, and the rate at which he lost his soldiers increased acceleratively.

Refile cleverly manipulates the horses even on narrow mountain roads, kicking around the demons. If surrounded, turn the horse's neck, wave down the sword and slap it off, swing it and open the distance.

Thus, the nearby demon tribe, without exception, became the bait of the Great Sword.

Eventually the demons, who regained their prestige, thicken their layers and stood before her.

In this narrow mountain path, the wave mountain (Gala Varner) cannot be released because it can also be damaged by its own forces.

Then,

"O Ao Xun... respond to my will and be our fierce"

When Refile mumbles a wording similar to prayer, the red wind clutters around as if arming a horse. That's not just a horse giant, it's thick and thick tangled at the foot - and.

"Ha!!

Kick the belly of the horse with the hanging voice and make him step out toward the demon clan. The horse steps out without fear, whether there is a Demon Wall or not, and uses the red wind as its strength to jump the Demons. Not to mention the demons who were in the front, but the demons who were kicked in by horses were also crushed by horseshoes and red speeds, to see the worry of doom.

Sometimes it stayed dominant at all times since the end of the war opened, and it seemed almost as if it had been annihilated as thought - that was when.

A transmission slips down right behind Refill. And as it was, he raised a scream announcing the crisis.

"Divine Son! It's more demonic reinforcements than the rear!

But Lephile hastily gives instructions for reporting bitter voices.

"Right. Did you get backup?... Then don't panic and act! As I had instructed beforehand, we will kick the lead demon clan and retreat. I will take command of your army, so those who have the spare power stay with me!

Since the retreat has already been weaved into the measures, the soldiers begin to move without confusion with the decree. When the exit is secured by defeating the Demon Clan on the leading side, the exhausted soldier, the wounded soldier, immediately leaves. The Wizard's unit on the cliff also began to retreat, unleashing the magic of cover.

As we do so, we eventually see the demons of the reinforcements.

... a narrow mountain path that stretches like a snake, but not a bad prospect for the rear of the Demons. Still, it should be noted that there are no reinforcements on the mountain road in the back.

"I see, from the sky"

What I saw against the background of the gray clouds were the demons who grew wings like what the bats had. Shuiming said, it seems that a vicious spirit such as Demon has wings. Buckwheat, buckwheat and feathers, flying to wear red and black dots in cloudy skies.

Above... Attacks from places that are natural and blind spots for humans are troublesome.

"Everybody calm down and deal with it! Not so much because of how many enemies are in the air, they're not the ones to be scared of!

Refile screams ahead of the soldier's upset. But the soldiers did not reply, and instead an extremely glossy voice descended from directly above.

"- Oh? Do you think so?

That's a snuggly voice. It sounded as if it was a slut, like a cat whispering by a whore. If you look up, the shadow of a demon tribe with wings. We have wings like a bat like any other demon tribe, but the figure is completely a woman of man. Fluffy brown hair is soaked in the wind, and if it is a man, it is held to its appearance; if it is a woman, it is in a jealous shape.

Now I'm floating fluffy with my back round as I mock my black tail.

It was a feminine demon tribe that was taking reinforcements from the sky.

And the devil was familiar to Lephire.

- No, you can't even forget it. This demon family is one of the demon generals who attacked Nosius and is arguably a rival to Lephire.

"YOU... THEN!!

"Ohisa. How have you been? Well, if you're working so hard, you'll be fine with your eyes."

Angry emotions burn in laughter as if smiling but playing. Just like then, it's like ridiculing what you live to the fullest.

He slammed a sharp Azumi against the light-hearted demon clan without a word from the tip of his sword.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

With the mood of fissures, the roaring Red Speed. That is not past, heading towards the Demonic General - Latura - who floats in cloudy weather.

"Ugh, it's dangerous. I'm scared to attack suddenly."

But the blow that he unleashes with both breaks, along with the voices in which he interjects, is swept away by a single hair. The passing Azumi wipes out against the demons flying backwards with the aftertaste, but Latura doesn't look like she cared about it either.

"… do you want to scratch?"

bitter about being avoided, did you hear that whining,

"That's right. You can't hit anything like that, can you? Are you talking about me? It's my privilege to lick it."

With that said, he rolls his spit with a juggling, red tongue and sounds a glossy sound. I'm scared to hear that light mouth and run up my spine on the fence. Regardless, it is physiological disgust.

To shake off her fears. I'm sure she stares, Latura starts smiling like she feels better.

"My name is Latura. Looks like you remember exactly how it went, don't you?

"Naturally! I never forgot about you!

"Ha-ha! I'm glad you think that much. I can see you too. Wait. I'm so scared."

- The next time I saw you, I wondered how I could jerk you off.

Words with a mixture of gruesome emotions can shed more firewood in the flames of anger. What I recall is the humiliation inflicted on this demonic tribe. I couldn't get tired of fighting and losing, killing many of my people and putting a miserable curse on myself. You can't even forgive me. Even if I carved it into a thousand here, I would never be satisfied.

In response to overflowing anger, or as if Azuma clumped the flames all around her, it darkens. Already in the midst of a battle, a soldier's voice flew from behind me in the pretense.

"Divine Son! The Imperial Army is ready to retreat! Prepare to retreat, too, godson!

But...

"Don't worry about me! You guys go first!

"But then..."

"I must defeat this demon clan! For the decayed in the battle ahead! That's why we're going first!

Shouting back to the soldier, he gives instructions to the other soldiers and retreats after the words "I understand". I guess I didn't eat down when I stayed because they were still soldiers from other countries, thinking about where my life was at stake. I just didn't seem to want to put my life up for a guest general because of how many spiritual godsons I am.

Soon, the remaining Empire soldiers will depart towards the main battalion one after the other. The demons behind Latura will go after it, but even if they catch up with the Imperial Army, catching up with the main unit won't come true.

"Oh, he's gone."

"Well, it was a little late for reinforcements."

"Looks like it. Then they won't be able to catch up to HQ either... but that's fine."

…………

I feel included in Latura's dull laughter and whisper my eyebrows. It's like you don't have to catch up. At that rate, when you're uncomfortable,

"You look like you don't understand. Hmm, nothing. We don't care if you guys get away with it. Anyway, they ran away and they got a bad look at each other."

"Become, what does that mean!?

"Nothing means you're stupid. I thought we couldn't spot the maneuvers you guys set up? Ahaha! Aren't you really Bakka? By now, when Lishabalm, Ilzar, and Glazillas were ambushing the main force?

"Said it was an ambush on HQ!?

"Oh. You never thought of that, did you? I thought you guys were holding back, and you were actually drawn and dispersed. Dimensions say there's a bigger troop on the way, even if they do everything they can to get away from my gesture."

…………

I think so. Previously the attackers who tried to cross the rugged path of the northern part of the empire were all of them, and a separate task force had already moved to hide them. If that's the case, there's nothing more to it than that they did take one.

Refile, who was presented with the disadvantage of the entire army, but she brings up an invincible colour in her expression.

"What's that face? Any chance of winning?

"Naturally. You called the main force an ambush, but there are brave men and many wizards over there. There is an empire elite. Even if you get ambushed, it's not that easy to fall behind."

"You trust me? Well, that's all right."

Latura who replies carelessly, you seriously don't care. When Refill pointed his sword at her like that, Latura turned around and smiled insultingly.

"- Heh heh. You think you can beat me after all that crap you did last time?

"Naturally. Now we're not gonna be late like we were before!

"Ma, it just seems stronger than before. - I don't know if you can beat me."

"I will always win!

Screaming back to bounce off a cold laugh, calling Akkun and putting it together. A tornado of red flux broke out around the refill, and stones and dirt swept through its outer perimeter.

In contrast, Latura glides her fingers glossy into the sky, smiling. That's a woman's gesture as if touching a man's skin. Eventually, the dark throat overflows from your fingertips, and the yarn and strings stretch out into the wind.

Refile knew because he had experience in combat once. Latura treats the dark power of the Demons like a string. And the behavior of that string is inflexible. If you can tie them up, stick them around.

"Let's start with the first one."

Smell the moves roll out in two or three steps, and Latura stretches her stringy throat around her. Your tip is worn on the ground, or on a cliff, second or third. More than ten more numbers unfold as if to stand in the way of those approaching Latura. I would have told you it was a simple juncture if there was a watermark. Touch that and you'll be torn apart, or no, by the nature of Latura, that would be just a means to get tangled up.

To break through, you have to slash everything away or go through a gap that you can't get through. But there's no way this demon clan is going to lay anything that can be easily slashed. It would be impossible to slash and pass first. Then there is only one way left to go through the gap, but the gap is not even half of the body.

But...

"Think I don't have the means to break through that!

"You're welcome! That's my knitted string, isn't it? I'm not trying to kill you that easily!

"Then we'll just slip through that gap."

"Hey, is that stupid? How thin and in good shape can you pass between them - heh? Ha!?

The surprising voice of Latura ringing across the mountain path. Naturally, too. When I thought I had simply plunged into the gap, the moment I hit the string, the red wind - the red speed - came through the gap.

"Hey! You couldn't have done that before!

Latura screams similar to screams as she sees moves she didn't have when she fought before. With such a margin of her voice, she quickly moves around her as she materializes through the gaps with Akan, and alternates and repeats the materializations through the gaps with Akan to show a relaxation of movement.

It's a sight confusing mess. Eventually Latura's gaze begins to take a lag.

"Because I can use such moves..."

Listening to a frustrating voice, he turns behind him, threatens the side, and leaps out in front of him again. He didn't think it would come out front. Latura's reaction to the slaughter was delayed - but still, it seems that the Devil's General's power is not Dada, and he still cuts as he maintains the rind.

"Ho, ho, whoa... this!

Because he switched the escape place from the sky to the ground, or his sword-slapping leg is a thousand birds. You don't seem used to fighting on the ground, you don't have the glory to move, you're not too good.

But do you want it back? Latura, who continues to escape the serial slaughter and finally finds the time to attack, now waves her stringy throat like a whip.

"How about this!!

Whiplash creates difficulty in spotting because of its wavy behavior in the sky, but that's not why it's unusual. Some treat it as a weapon, and there are instances where Earls Melfein was magically imitating the fold of his earlier battle against the Twelve Yukies.

Therefore,

"I said I won't take the delay. Ah!!

"Oh, no..."

Thunder flashed. The sword flashed. Shake off a dozen dozen that strike like snakes, with or without a stiff cut of a horizontal giraffe. The whip you made in time disappeared without daring by Akan. And he himself swung through the sword. Keep the momentum and loose, and hunt it down. Latura then put a strong rush on his face, erasing the extra grin that had floated on him until earlier.

"Wow Yabbar, I don't want to lose... I can't believe it!

Was the impatience floated a pseudo? After words that smelled false, Latura suddenly took out a whole doll from somewhere.

Yes, it's a doll of a woman with red hair, and at first glance, she looks just like herself -

"What -"

What? That. That's what I call it, and I remember. That was just when I met Shuiming. When he told me about the curse he put on himself.

- Unless you do something about the mediation you used when you cursed me, you can't de-curse me.

He said then. The curse of this hand says that there is something called mediation. This means that there are curses and beings who are mediating themselves.

I remember that while I was running a horse lantern, and I got a chill running on my back. That's it. That's what's tormenting me right now, that's what's causing it.

Latura's face twisted into a grin. Moments, running to the body, pain like fever.

There was no way I could have survived it, but I stuck my sword to the earth and poked my knee.

"Ugh... ah..."

"Ah, ahahahahahahahahahaha! It's really like Bacca! What do you mean," I'll take you down here! I'm not supposed to lose to you, am I? I have this, don't I? This is what I used to curse you!

"Fuck, shit... this is the thing..."

"It's settled. Is that a fair result? You're losing to me once, so how stupid of you to think there won't be a second, huh? Or what? Was it too much for you to think about things properly? That's not the problem we had before we fought! Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"Ugh, gu..."

Sounding curses, anger, remorse, and humiliation gush, but I can't move as I think because of the fever surrounding my body. But for some reason, Latura didn't do anything to kill me.

"Come on, it's easier than I thought."

"Oh, my God, I'm gonna..."

"Yeah? It's up to you to take you to your main unit like this and make a joke out of it. In front of my people and soldiers. If they do that, I'm sure they'll be disappointed, right? If you can see the man you're counting on, he won't make it."

Ruru, look at what you did with your fingers on your lips. On the pretend, the crease - and the cold stuff rushes through your spine. What came to mind when I heard Latura's words was the humiliating scene. The phrase caught, the appearance of myself being caught without the skill to do it. It is a miserable, overly provisional show.

"Damn... I, again..."

Will you lose? Do we have to bite the taste of defeat? When I think of it, I can't stop my body trembling. I couldn't stop feeling overflowing with remorse.

And sounds, a woman's tall laugh. It is a laugh, just like a mass of malice, rightly demonic.

And yet, as I tremble with humiliation and anxiety as I indulge in the fever of risking my body,

"- What a wicked hobby motherfucker...... excuse me, you're a fucking bitch"

It was then that the filthy words came down from the cliff.

"Huh -?"

"What? Who -?"

"Right here."

To whom and what is unleashed are firm words indicating existence. Guided by a soft, but Rin passing voice, he looks up on the side cliff.

And there stood one beast man in a monastic garment.

Two protruding cat ears from wavy peachy hair. Soft face. Again, that, too, was a face you couldn't possibly forget for Refill.

"And Sister Clarissa!? Why are you here?

"Of course that's because I'm here to help you."

What you see is a laid back standing with a pale sunlight that clears cloudy weather. Flipping from that state, Clarissa stepped down without sound under Refill. It's like a cat jumping off a high with no difficulty in its face. Whilst.

Send a frigid glance at her, who showed a big leap from the cliff and a silent landing.

"You said you were here to help? What the hell are you doing? We're enemies, aren't we?

"No? We don't consider you enemies, do we? Rather an ally. We try to follow different paths and go to the same goal."

"All the lies that tease me from earlier..."

Now it is time to seep accusations into the voice to Clarissa, who sneers with no evil appearance. Then she smiles gently on her face and squeezes her expression immediately.

"... right. Let's correct it. You're not on your side, and it's a theory of result that you're here to help. The truth is, I'm just here to defeat the Demons."

Defeat the Demon Clan - this will be the real deal. But still, the doubts just don't run out, but rather increase. I cannot grasp the thoughts of those who were trying to abduct the brave men because of their incompatible actions to fight the demons now.

Because of that, I still can't solve my frigid gaze - but refir isn't the only one here sending Clarissa a frigid gaze.

"What the hell is that? Are you one of them?

It was Clarissa who responded instead to Latura's wariness question, which was now often placed outside the mosquito net.

"This is the only time, let's just say."

"Hmm. I don't care how many more enemies you have. I'm just gonna jerk off. There's just gonna be more people, and no. - It's better than that."

Is Latura important? If you look closely, her gaze looks in the direction where the soldiers of the Empire withdrew.

"... if you're from the other side, you're in touch with my gesture."

"Yeah, if it was those fucking bugs, they'd be sinking in a sea of blood, revulsion and shit by now."

To Clarissa, who is always more and more dirty, Latura turns her gaze unafraid this time.

"... you say you've defeated them all? Are you alone?

"Oh? It's nothing like that, is it? If you're here, Mr. Lephire, you'll have a few minutes to clean up."

"Hmm. Are you trying to tell me you're strong?

"There."

Beating a big mouth that also sounds humble, Clarissa paints the pigment on her face and begins to magic herself. What it expresses is that fierce magic like that unleashed by a hunting beast, in which Refile was tormented in a previous battle. It is an air of death so dense that I wonder if it can be visualized.

And Clarissa exposes her nature. However, like a cat's paw, the sharp hook paw stretches and the upper canine tooth reaches under his chin.

So, is it done? Tribal spiritual worship (totemism), a magic that meets the power of symbolic things by faith and makes them powerful.

Latura literally sees the transformed Clarissa, pulling her face and then retreating.

"Ugh!? What's that? What's that? It's not my taste like you!!

"By good morning. Because I don't want someone like you to like me either."

After words, a glimmer of wind through. Could it have been a killer magic and, if so, Clarissa's blow? A muscle scar is engraved on Latura's cheek.

Latura wipes blood dripping down her cheeks as she stares at Clarissa.

"... just give me a second and I'll kill you. Seriously..."

Growing killer and dark power. It was a manifestation of an unparalleled strength and wicked power compared to when we fought Refill earlier.

"hey... is this it..."

To Refile, who shrugged at the signs of too much power, Latura said,

"Naturally? For once, I'm the first to attack your country with Rajas, aren't I? Will you stay out of this with those fuckin 'mutts like Vishudda and Mauhario?

Are you referring to other demonic generals? Whatever your internal feelings are, in this power.

"Ku... and Sister Clarissa..."

"Mr. Refile should rest there. I'll take care of that fucking bug."

After both battle postures were in place, flashing just halfway between the two was the dark power and the masculine flame of magic like a chunk of intent to kill.

Beastmen and Demons clash now as terrible forces antagonize.