A Wish to Grab Happiness

The brilliance of purple electricity draws a single line on the battlefield. The line snapped the enemy soldier's neck with an unpleasant noise, causing his eyes to peel white.

At the same time, the sound of your right arm squeaking, ringing. Because of the forced movement, I felt a thousand pieces of muscle cut off.

Still don't put your breath down, stand up the blade to give it back. No matter how many blades I shook up, I never had trouble with the enemies I slashed off. As if dealing with a pushing wave, the enemy soldiers rush this way with a barbaric voice.

I want you to give me a break. It's too luxurious for me.

Run purple again with a moment of exhalation. A bladed iron helmet breaks from the apex, makes a roar, and cracks.

The body was oddly good. Sword-wielding arms draw delicate orbits as if they were your own, and powerful. That is the glimmer that would have been unshakable if it had been back in the day, engraved in front of me every time I waved my arms.

What do you mean, this one? The exaltation hits the heart hard. I can even remember wondering if what's in front of me is really what I can accomplish.

What can I say? My fingers were hanging over what I could never have done before. I did have that feeling. My heart is strong again, it rings.

But the enemy is still far away.

Look forward as you tighten the horse's reins. I still don't see the enemy's main line, just the enemy swarms. While the enemy soldiers are overlapping, they are spearing to see how this one is doing, exploring the gap between the assaults.

Gaps after a vigorous sword wave, repeated assaults, a slice where the horse stopped his hoof slightly. It is a must visit for any human being. Without a spear in the gap, the enemy soldiers want to see their shields and spears.

Excessively good situation. Then, no.

If he kept moving no matter how good he was, he would naturally be out of breath, and his gut was complaining of pain as if it had been tightened. Even though I'm on a horse, that's the only way to run the battlefield. It wears off my strength and mental strength. It's impossible to keep raiding again and again until enemy soldiers are overwhelmed.

Naturally, that's not the kind of person whose whole body is made of liver, like Kalia. That is indisputably different.

So I guess we shouldn't be protruding in small units so that we can get assistance from around us.

"You wouldn't have fallen, fialert"

That's what I said, watching the shaking dark hair at the edge of my sight. A voice with a smile zero can be heard from behind. Apparently, he was safe. Exhales, leaks.

"Of course. What, you thought you were such a troublemaker about me?"

The words were unsatisfactory, but the voices are not. I guess it's a joke to be a fialert. That was the signal.

Make sure you hold my shoulder, and Fialert's hand reaches out. Its fingertips were undisputed, coloured with magic. A condensed mass of magic never waves, just sitting in the hands of a fialert. A moment of silence before it swelled up was where it was.

I heard breathtaking noises of enemy soldiers around me. Step on it if you have a leg that should have been rushing into this direction. Did the girl's fine fingertips even look threatening?

The quiet voice of Fialert rocked the battlefield.

"- The lid, it's here - collapsed."

At the same time as the words, the fingertips were wielded.

Moments. The world twists and turns. Impossible storms run through the battlefield as if they appeared there neglectfully. That storm that jumps trees, swallows people, and slaps birds down on the ground as well. A clear natural threat was there.

But strangely, the outrage shows no sign of stopping by the allies, swallowing only the enemy soldiers intact. A human who should have worn heavy equipment is bounced off like paper and thrown into the hollow. If you fall, that's not going to spare your life, and if you hit enemy soldiers successfully, it's something to make money from.

A threat that hasn't changed since I once saw it, like battlefield magic? I'm not sure how it works either. A little while back, I remember twisting the boundaries of the world and hearing that they were connected somewhere else.

I honestly thought such a stupid thing was going to happen, but when I can show it up close, I can't help but believe it.

Whatever you think, it wasn't the same magic that was supposed to do just a little bit of self-help.

"It would be easier if you didn't defeat all the enemies."

To the rest of the sight, let the bitter smile seep in, say. It even seemed pointless to see this sorcery, such as when I fought my sword so hard to drop a few of my enemy soldiers' heads.

Did you hear that word? Said Fialert as he kept his body on my back.

"I can't, I can't. I don't have that kind of imitation, magic, and strength. So - let me get some rest."

"Oh, have a good night's rest."

Deeper, weighs on my back. A thin arm of fialert wrapped around my abdomen. The voice feels like it's been out of breath for a long time.

When making the first assault, and now. He wasted much of his health on two sorcery exercises. It is beyond the realm of inherent sorcery, such as battlefield scale sorcery, as there is no other way. Even when that was once the case, I don't remember hearing anything other than a human fialert capable of exercising such sorcery.

Given the limits of my health, I would have said a few more times that I can rely on Fialert. I can't let you imitate in vain.

Then let's just say I keep the pawn moving forward while the princess is off.

In front of the magic of Fialert, the enemy's heavily armed infantry is no longer even about to panic. Even a handful of troops were damaged, and the sight of them being thrown into the hollow without the skill of their comrades, and hit hard to the ground, should have burned in their eyes.

Well, I breathed heavily. Bring the treasure sword to heaven and make the sun shine.

"The enemy has collapsed, the opportunity is here now, this is the time. Don't forget Seung-Joon - Suddenly, shoot!

Shivering out loud, on the battlefield. A soldier of the troops sounded barbaric as he responded, hitting an avalanche on the enemy soldiers and flying away.

I don't have a pattern at all. Words that drive people to their dead places, such as words that lead people.

Still, still. If this is what you need, if anyone has to wave a sword for it, I'll hold the pattern myself. Don't make anyone blame you, don't mock yourself if you don't deserve to hold the pattern.

Anyway, I was standing there - above all, I was supposed to be burning my heart.

Leading the troops into the depths of the Philos Urban Soldiers. They no longer became just puppets with shields and spears. Before the magic of Fialert, the will to fight would also have been greatly frustrated. There are only a few soldiers who will come to us with the will to fight.

As such, there is no such thing as a man of once frustrated will conveniently recover in the same battlefield. If there is one more hang-up, Philos' city soldiers will run away.

Shake your eyes and look around you. Where are you? Where is the captain? I move my vision desperately in the midst of the chaos on the battlefield. Now the enemy soldiers are confused. But two or three people died when they made the assault with their allies. It can be described as minor damage, but even it leads a small unit, which can be very much held even with this equally repeated assault.

The eye, which had repeated its movements several times, is opened when it sees a certain point.

- There he is, that's it. A helmet with that bird's tail feather.

The vicinity of the person wearing that helmet has more control over the soldier than any other. This is proof that the Commander's voice is being heard.

Make the horses run at the same time you recognize them. The run of a horse with a fialert and two of me on it is very unlikely to be good-looking. Still, enough to approach that captain, who stopped the horse's leg to put the confused soldiers together.

Get yourself out of the horse so you can jump into the field. The brilliance of purple electricity swept through the universe.