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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Yercur, king of the Mullen tribe, stared at the advance of the giant demon race.
They were walking through the sea.
It was like watching a catastrophic scene that belonged only in mythology.
Giant black titans splitting the sea.
Yercur, along with the warriors of the Mullen tribe, faced the calamity of the demon realm that had descended upon the sea.
Day one of the demon realm invasion.
They had somewhat anticipated that the blade would be directed at them.
A place that formed a massive kingdom society while being independent from the continent.
It would be quite a suitable location for the demon realm’s first step.
“Warriors.”
The old fishman’s eyes gleamed sharply.
However, they had no intention whatsoever of being trampled upon as the enemies expected.
“Let’s make these demon bastards regret choosing this land as their first conquest.”
At the king’s words, the fishman warriors’ eyes blazed.
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
Various lights flickered on the swords of the Mullen tribe warriors.
“Father.”
Yercur turned his head at the voice from behind.
There stood his daughter, Tisha.
Tisha had mounted Silviria, the giant sea horse of the sea, holding her staff, and stood beside Yercur.
“You came, my daughter.”
Yercur showed a faint smile while looking at Tisha.
Behind Tisha were 20 warriors of the White Night clan, emanating azure sword energy.
And behind them were a thousand Imperial soldiers who had been waiting in Amonga to provide support where needed.
And beside them was the Mullen tribe’s army division, lined up densely like dots.
Whoosh──
Beyond that great sea.
Darkness was spread out abundantly.
Literal, distinct demonic energy was rippling on the sea’s horizon.
Army of demons.
The Hell Horse, Hell Steed, the representative mode of transport for the demon realm, was even capable of crossing the sea.
The Hell Steeds with their unquenchable flames trampled the sea mercilessly as they advanced.
The demon race with dark red skin.
Demon realm army commander Belecop gave a mental command to his 10,000 troops.
“Sweep them all away.- It’s time to show these worms of the middle realm who have arrived in this land.”
Kwaaaaa─
The demon army advanced across the great sea.
Some had horns in the center of their heads.
Some had countless horns densely packed across their entire heads.
Their bodies were all bulky, like armor itself.
That imposing external appearance was characteristic of the demon race.
Kwrrrrrrrung!!!!
Black whirlwinds swirled in their right hands as they rode atop the giant Hell Steeds.
The black storm became a round, elongated spear.
It took the form of a giant cavalry lance, Lance.
The demon army thrust their cavalry lances.
Slash.
The slashing attack shot out like a whirlwind, heavily beating the sea as a long-range attack.
Black storms stretching out like living snakes.
Arielre, the great magician of the Mullen tribe standing beside Tisha, raised her right hand high.
With long snow-white hair and sky-blue skin, Arielre’s appearance made it difficult to guess her age.
“Magicians of Mullen.”
And she drew a magical formula above the sea.
“Great sea of Mullen.”
And following the magicians, she also spoke to this great sea.
“It’s time to tell them who the master of the sea is.”
The right hands of the densely lined Mullen tribe magicians rose simultaneously like a group dance.
Among those Mullen tribe magicians was Tisha as well.
Kwaaaa…
A massive wave slowly surged up.
The tsunami took form.
Like a whale opening its mouth wide.
Kwagwagwagwagwagwa!!!
The curtain of waves completely defended against the demon army’s black storm.
The black air current scattered violently.
The demon army didn’t panic.
As if they never intended to sweep everyone away with such mere slashing attacks in the first place.
The Hell Steeds’ muscles writhed.
Hell Steeds running on the sea, and the demon army.
And facing them were the swords of Mullen.
“Charge!!”
Following Yercur’s cry, the Silviria of the Mullen tribe accelerated.
Kwaaang───!
The sound of breaking air rang out harshly from all directions.
Kwadeuddeuk!
“Kuaaack!”
A scream burst from a Mullen tribe warrior’s mouth.
A demon’s spear had pierced from his shoulder blade to his collarbone. Blood sprayed into the waves.
“Kuaaaaa!!!”
Death was already foreseeable.
It was already the middle of the sea – too late for healing magic or potions.
It was a battlefield.
Blood endlessly poured from the gap of the pierced wound.
Consciousness faded quickly.
Death approached.
A very clear death.
The Mullen tribe warrior moved until the very end.
These beings were not divine entities.
Nor were they legendary demons impossible to defeat.
The sea where they were born.
The homeland of all Mullen tribe.
It was an honor to bury one’s blood and bones here.
Kwa─deuk
After twisting the sword once more that was thrust into the demon’s neck, the warrior pulled it out.
Thrust it in one more time.
The final conclusion reached after the thoughts that flashed through the warrior’s mind in an instant was to die together.
The demon’s black blood sprayed like a fountain on the ground.
The corpses of one demon and one fishman slowly sank into the sea.
Stepping over comrades’ corpses.
Going beyond.
They pointed spears and swords at each other’s necks.
Endless crimson paint was applied to the blue sea.
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Yuma watched the sea battle from the sky.
Yuma and Cloney were on top of the griffin, Ethan.
“Lord Yuma.”
Cloney’s gaze took in the Mullen and demon races endlessly pointing weapons at each other.
The clear blue sea was now overflowing with gray currents.
The red blood of Mullen tribe warriors precipitated in the sea wrinkled Cloney’s heart.
“I think I can go down here.”
“What do you mean?”
“After falling a bit more, I just want to drop.”
“I can lend you that divine artifact.”
Neptune’s Footsteps.
Yuma meant he could lend that divine artifact that had walked on the sea.
However, Cloney firmly shook her head.
“It’s alright, Lord Yuma.”
“Will you use magic?”
“Yes, I want to join the Mullen tribe magicians right away.”
It was too obvious a resolve gleaming in Cloney’s golden eyes to ask if it wasn’t dangerous.
“Alright.”
Yuma decided to trust in Cloney’s confidence and talent.
Whoosh!
Following Yuma’s command, Ethan rushed toward the sea.
A distance where falling would obviously lead to crashing into the sea.
“I’ll be back, Lord Yuma.”
Wheek─
From that height, Cloney threw her body.
Cloney’s long black hair scattered violently.
In Cloney’s right hand was a magic staff.
Cloney’s right hand moved quickly.
Chwaaaa──!
Water shot up vertically.
Higher than even the demon giants visible in the distance.
The water pillar that stopped abruptly under Cloney’s feet suddenly drew a full moon, formed water drops, and embraced Cloney.
-As expected, Lady Cloney is a genius.
Balmung’s voice echoed in Yuma’s mind.
The water drop slowly descended next to the Mullen tribe magicians.
“Cloney!”
The Mullen tribe magicians exclaimed with wide eyes seeing Cloney who had reached the sea while maintaining the water drop.
Cloney immediately mounted the seahorse of a magician who had given up their back seat to her.
“Let’s go.”
The Mullen tribe magician was quite bewildered seeing Cloney who had suddenly appeared.
“We have to protect the sea.”
The magician nodded vigorously at Cloney’s quiet words.
“Yes! That’s right.”
The magicians mounted on Silviria moved a bit more forward.
“Begin the attack!!”
At Great Magician Arielre’s cry, they made hand gestures simultaneously.
Once again a tsunami surged up. The tsunami changed shape once more.
Spears.
Giant water pillars in the form of cavalry lances like those in the hands of their demon army enemies were spread across the horizon.
What densely decorated the horizon were spears of waves.
“Deploy!”
Arielre’s cry spread out powerfully.
Chwaaaaaaack!
The wave spears penetrated through the demon giants’ heads and upper bodies.
“Kuaaaack!”
Arms and legs of demons floated in the sea along with Hell Steeds whose breath had been cut off by the water spears.
“Let’s go, Ethan.”
After confirming that Cloney had safely landed on the sea and joined the ranks of the magicians, Yuma ordered Ethan to advance forward as is.
Because he had made his judgment about the opponent he needed to kill.
Yuma pressed his body flat against Ethan.
Ethan’s golden eyes gleamed.
Paaaaang!
One sonic boom burst violently from Ethan’s hindquarters.
The griffin’s body rushed in like a meteor.
Toward the demon giant who seemed to be in a tanker-cum-dealer position.
Gulas threw a punch toward Ethan who suddenly rushed at him.
Circular demonic energy was concentrated in the fist.
Kaaang─!
Yuma swung Balmung.
He succeeded in parrying using that demonic energy’s front as the parrying point.
Kwaaaaang─!
The reversed black demonic energy blew away the giant’s upper body without a trace.
The gazes of all the Mullen tribe warriors including Yercur turned toward Yuma who was gliding while riding the griffin.
“Yuma…!”
Long-range slashing attacks were shot at Yuma who had flown one circle in the sky.
Shwaeaeaeaek!
Three pillars of black storm shot like missiles trying to shoot down a fighter jet.
Yuma’s calmly sunken wall-eyes directly faced those storms.
Bang!
Yuma’s right arm moved again.
Bang! Kwaang!
The trajectories of the black storms were all bent.
The black storms fell into the sea as massive thunderbolts.
Kwarrrrrrrrrrrung!
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
The sky flashed three times.
Hundreds of demons were annihilated in an instant.
The sword energy concentrated in Yercur’s great sword rushed across the horizon in the form of a giant crescent moon.
That warrior god had created an inflection point.
He had created a turning point to bring the advantage to the Mullen tribe.
They had to seize that opportunity.
The heads of Hell Steeds and demons were swept away by the azure crescent moon.
“Show them who the master of this sea is─!”
The Mullen king’s cry echoed across the great sea.
The dark red, sticky blood of demons created countless ripples.
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