Makai Hongi

Magic came flying from the enemy formation, and the head of my comrade went flying.

It was the guy who pushed his way forward during the charge.

Blood and brain fluid splattered on my face.

I wiped the warm stuff off with my left hand and flung it on the ground.

(Ah, mother.
Your son is now in the Demon World battlefield.)

As the sounds of explosions rang in my ears, I could hear a cheerful voice shouting, ‘Gahaha! Advance! Advance!’

To my left, someone was growling, ‘Arrghhh!’ as they raised a club.

I stepped over the body of one whose legs had been blown off and continued forward, my legs moved back and forth as if a machine.

This was a battlefield in the Demon World.

If you didn’t want to be blown apart by the magic that soared through the sky, then you had to advance.

“Advance! Advance!”

All I could hear was that word.
It was as if an idiot had learned a single word.

The magic had been targeting us for a while now.

And so he was right.
We had to keep moving.

If we stopped, our lives would end… 

Once you got past the magic, you would reach the enemy base, which was made of stone and wood.

For us ogres, it might as well have been nothing.

All we would have to do was swing our clubs as we marched, and then it would fall.

“…However…”

The leading group that had started the charge was now in disarray.
Again.

I looked through the cracks between the giant bodies of