Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

How are you getting ready to go?

Moana's fury, dressed in battle gear, echoed in the hallway of the royal palace. Sides follow Spencer, Donal, and Linden in the lead next to her, who sounds cuckoo footsteps to represent that impatient mood and moves early.

Spencer answered Moana's question with a harsh look.

"Three thousand is ready to go. But we don't have enough arrows and we're mobilizing from a neighborhood surveillance base, but I was wondering if the planned number would require at least one more day."

"No. Too late. I don't mind three grand. We're on our way."

"You say impotent."

If Spencer said so to cover her, Moana stopped and turned her gaze.

"What do we do without pushing through the impotence? Now, even at this moment, Arquette says she's about to be doomed!

The sound of having conceived sorrow. It's unusual for Moana to be tattooed at all times. That's all I mean, an unusual and critical situation, but Spencer, who was more beside Moana than she was at birth, could have guessed that it wasn't all.

It was before noon today that the counes, who were supposed to have left the Wang capital yesterday at noon and headed in the Arquette, returned in a weary but desperate manner. Given the distance between Wang Du and Arquette, a return is too soon, even if it is a day trip. They probably ran through the night without taking a break.

It was hard to believe what was going on when I talked to the counes who had tried to fall in and returned to the unusual state of affairs.

After putting the counes to rest, Moana naturally immediately summoned the neighbors for an emergency call and instructed them to prepare for the Arquette rescue.

But I had two problems when I came out.

One is that the number of enemies is 10,000.

The other is that it is a battle against time.

There are about 20,000 troops stationed in the Wang capital. Thirty thousand and a little if total Wang Tu Min power. Something like a desert and meadow boundary or a total mobilization of warrior regiments deployed in several towns that combine surveillance bases set up on the coastline will reach a critical 100,000.

It looks militarily enough, but it's not that simple.

Anyway, this is a complete anomaly. The Dark One had the means to ignore the front line and attack the rear.

If so, there is no way to empty the King's Capital. With the sight of the desert and the early discovery of the enemy rendered meaningless, we must also leave enough power in the king's capital.

In addition, where it makes no sense if you can't get to the rescue before the Arquette falls, the move has to be by Arrows, no matter what. Because infantry can't make it.

but the arrows are naturally smaller than the number of warriors.

Apart from Arrows, who was trained not to be cowardly in battle, we cannot secure enough Arrows to carry a warrior who can reach very much 10,000, even if he does not put on as much baggage as possible, including what he has collected from the people of the King's Capital, and instead takes a way for more than one to ride against a single horse.

Even Spencer's figure of three thousand is a great response just because he's already ready.

Nevertheless, reckless places such as challenging 10,000 enemies for 3,000 are also good.

You can't keep your mouth shut as Kingsguard captain.

"Your Majesty. But as a matter of reality, you can't challenge 10,000 troops for three thousand."

"Spencer. I do think it's impotent. But it's not like we don't have a chance."

Moana mouths her thoughts as she starts walking again.

"If the Arquette fence is alive, it is possible to kick the enemy into town and play cage castle warfare. In turn, they join the infantry and the warriors from the surveillance base, interdicting them from the outside and from the inside."

It's an operation full of problems.

Certainly, if we can fight Cage Castle, it will be possible to hold it from all over until the arrival of the warriors who joined us. Wang Du's magicians will be able to strengthen and repair the fence easily, and warriors don't have as much to build as they do to discuss sporadic "dark men" coming over the fence.

Food, which is the best neck in cage castle warfare, is also not an issue given that the arquette is a staging area.

But...

"Let the gate be closed. How are you going to get in?"

"You can use surgery to send news and have it open in good time, and you can use surgery to make giant slopes to cross the fence. It doesn't matter how."

"If you take any time, you'll be surrounded and destroyed. What a bad bet on the heart. Even if we can do that... that's assuming they're still outside the fence, right? What if it's already fallen?"

"…… in which case, turn back. Waiting for infantry and warrior regiments from all over"

"Hmm," Spencer nodded. If you can choose to pull there, you can still think of it as calm.

But it doesn't make a difference that it's also a bet. Can we really pull back closer to what we can see? I can't tell you enough that we haven't ambushed ourselves that would come after we let Arquette fall.

Well, the Dark ones must be aware that there are those who have escaped.

To be honest, Spencer had judged the current state of Arquette to be "hopeless". There are no warriors in the hustle, just a rear stronghold on the fence. How can it hold up for days when 10,000 large armies have attacked us?

Then, even if recapture is imperative, the safety of His Majesty should be considered by Captain Spencer. I have to decide we should hold off until this one has enough power.

But I also know Moana's mood well. Spencer, and the plight of the people to protect, cannot be calm. Instead, my intestines (irritated) boil back to wonder if it is still ravaged at this time.

You watched Spencer patrol like that, and Moana overlaps words with a heavy and truthful voice.

"You can't not leave now. Didn't you, Spencer?"

"... Lord Kwanghui, right?

"Oh."

After all, Spencer meditated.

"I understand your concern. Is that what you think I'm going to lose my cool about the glow?

"... Yep"

Moana snorts with a bitter laugh.

"Sure, I want to go help Shining as a personal mood. I want to help him, weak on that strong piece of shit, tormenting himself, being a geese and still scratching his feet that he desperately wants to move on... I want to help him."

Strangely captive of consciousness, that incredible young man. Even though it was only a few days of dating, I had a strangely memorable, heart-shattering self.

"I wonder what's happened in the past? I know very little about him. What, the more you blame yourself? How can you be so disappointed in yourself?

Occasionally, the pungent emotional exposures of the eight hits that the glow showed. We can deduce from that, but Moana dares not think. Because one day, when he wanted to talk to me, I wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

"He avoids killing, he's scared of being killed, he can't believe his judgment... but he can't help the people beside him after all, even though he may not realize it. Because he's sweet."

Or maybe that's why he's called a brave man. I think so.

"Hey, Spencer. I'm sure, the truth is, how does it feel to say that someone who should be most unrelated to the battle will remain in the dead?

"... I am a warrior. I don't know. I just... I know as much as I'm prepared. I think you should show some respect and be prepared."

Moana nodded as she agreed.

"That's right. Then we must respond."

I have a personal mood. But as much as that, I have feelings as a queen.

"There's one irrelevant man with no duty or brother-in-law, risking his life for our people. I'm fighting because I believe we can rush to rescue them."

The complexion changes not only of Spencer, but also of all the proximities who were thinking of flaunting Moana.

"It's not rational. Didn't I?"

Because you are not a widow. Because we should give priority to the Queen. Because Arquette is no longer hopeless. Because real issues should be reasonable before.

I see, eat shit.

"The warrior's soul rots."

Spencer nods with a laugh. I said what I had to say as a Kingsguard. On top of that I gave my life from a beloved queen. Then I have no worries about following my soul. Nature, laughter turns into invincibility.

"Out in three thousand. Push through impotence. But I don't reckless. I will keep the souls of the warriors. Spencer, make an order!

"Oops."

We gave Moana the finest salute and Spencer ran away.

"At times like this, the Warrior Chief title is a troublesome one. I envy Spencer."

"Absolutely."

Daunal warrior captain and Linden head all aligned and sighed. They will remain in Wang Du for the protection and succession of Wang Du. But as for my mood, I want to jump out right now.

"Don't say that. I don't have to worry about backwards because you guys are going to stay. Besides, the new threat of the Dark One... perhaps the forthcoming battle will make no sense for base defense. I'm going to get you guys to run around in full swing."

"Ha, I'm looking forward to that. But… appears suddenly in a space of nothing, …"

The Daunal Warrior roared with a rugged look. It seemed to be directed more to another matter than to that threatening event itself.

Moana nods with a bitter look when she reads it.

"... the only one who can do that is him."

Linden took over the words.

"" Black King ", right? Make a distraction appear in a remote place. It was also a battle five years ago. But that should have been within fifty meters at best. And even if you could manipulate it, you wouldn't have had the ability to transfer the other Dark One."

"I guess that means he wasn't just healing the wound"

Moana's bitter expression turns into something even bitter. but when I shook my head, I gave him a resolute look,

"The battle begins more than five years ago. Now it will be a battle that will determine whether humanity or the Dark One will win the right to life. You guys, I'm gonna need a coune."

"... Your will"

"... as you wish"

Both the Daunal Warrior and the Linden leader have a slight silence and meditation. Bite Moana's readiness and wishes.

An order to take precedence over my sister, who has almost lost her powers.

Equal to their daughter, at the same time, they quietly received her readiness to grow up to be a fine and revered king.

The outer edge of the Oasis River in the Sinclair King's Capital. Three thousand warriors were waiting there with Arrows on board.

To take their lead, Moana also came to the dedicated Riding Beast House standing by in front of the stables. An old man in the care of House bows his head respectfully and hands him the reins.

Moana, thanking the old man, gently stroked Haum's nose head. Nor does Haum, who usually comes (bites), now have a reluctant bare face just staring at Jizz Moana.

"You can tell by the house somehow..."

Moana shrugs as she narrows her eyes back to the vegan tone. Press your forehead against the nose tip of the house and meditate.

"You are my horseman. Probably with you when you die. And by then, it's already right there. I'm sure."

"Hmm."

A house with a rough nose and just a glance to say what's wrong with it. Myself is the king's horseman. If there is no chance of death, the hegemony is passed on without words.

Moana smiled at such a house. And a bow from my pocket to give the king's horseman the ornament he deserved.

"Sister!

"Coone?"

Looking back, there was Kune. It has not only Kune, but also all the members of the escort who accompanied Spike and Leelyn and the Arquettes.

Moana, who somehow perceived what she was trying to say, opened her mouth before Coune said anything.

"No, Kune. You stay."

"But..."

"It can't be allowed in this situation that there is not a single royalty in the King's Capital. You know that, don't you?

I know. That's not true of Kune. But because of this situation, my heart will not allow my sister to leave the battlefield where she may die. Fierce anxiety and a sense of despair that makes everything under your feet collapse away strike the coune.

And surprisingly for myself, I wanted to be sure as soon as possible, feeling as strong as worrying about my sister. Have a safe look at Kohinoo.

"Sister, Kune Ha-"

It was a coune trying to recruit more, but the words are still blocked. By my sister's index finger, gently offered, touching her own lips.

"Coone, listen up. Neither I nor Kuhne are more responsible than being royal. Kune's thoughts, though I'm really happy as a sister - I'll do what needs to be done. Until I run out of this life."

"Eh."

It wasn't the usual kind and sweet word. "It's okay," your sister said, not even with Kune.

Do your duty. I do. You do the same. That's the Queen's word. Kind, the time is over if you're just Coune's sister.

"You know what I mean? Because Kune is my proud sister."

"Eh.................. I know, I will. Kune, I know."

Maybe this will be a raw goodbye. Kune snorts desperately at the tear glands that are likely to break.

Moana embraced the treasure as she embraced the coune with a distorted expression in her face as she watched her cry. Kune also holds back tight, tight.

"I'll take the king's capital, Kune."

"Yes, hey - Your Majesty. Good luck."

Of my beloved sister, Moana felt like she was about to cry even though she had done so herself to change the way she called herself.

I smile not to enlighten you about it, but from the pale smile and glance of Kune, apparently, it's a prospect. "The boulder, my kune tan" and the usual way of calling it only in my heart.

"Your Majesty, we..."

Spike, who watches Moana interact with Kune and clogs the words, asks besides.

"Whatever, stay. The top Kingsguard in the King's Capital is Spike, more than Spencer goes along with me. Protect Kuhne."

"Oh, my goodness."

The truth is, you want to go back to the arquette where you turned your back. Biting his lips off, Spike returned a salute to do his part fully.

The thought seems to be common to all the members of the convoy, with the same look on everyone and him.

In particular, Leelyn's expression, which was lavish in saying, "I was born to fight," seemed to be overflowing with feelings of indignation about turning my back on the enemy, even though she had done all she could to protect Kuhne.

Still not saying anything is the same as Spike. So instead, Kune opens her mouth.

"Hey - Your Majesty. Could you just allow Leelyn to go the same way?

"Hmm? Leelyn?

Moana as well as Leelyn look at Kuhne's prophecy.

"Yes. Leelyn was originally directly under Spencer. It's like joining a convoy specifically in case of an unforeseen situation. Most importantly, Kune thinks it's better to have someone who knows exactly what's going on in Arquette just in case."

It was logical. Most importantly, I also know exactly what's behind Kune's words, about one of the escorts wants me to take him to battle and put him up.

Moana nodded, "Hmm.

"How's the fatigue? I returned from the Arquette without a single night's sleep. I'm guessing you helped defend Arquette, too?

"No problem. Sire, please give me the battlefield. Give us a chance to slaughter our enemies on the front line."

Moana accidentally laughed bitterly at Leelyn's words, which drooped her head. That's the same with the spikes, who have a bitter laugh about what the youngest girl in the convoy is most wary of.

"Fine. Leelyn, return to the regiment at the moment. I'm counting on you to fight."

"Thank you. I'm happy. I'll chop it up in my breeze no matter how much bravery leaks remain."

Kune tells Moana next to Spikes calling out, "Come and kill us all, till we get our share."

"Bravery - could you please leave a message to Hikaru?

"... oh"

"-" How dare you like it without Coone's permission! Get ready, motherfucker! 'and "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay. Be sure to tell them."

Mitsui must be alive. Moana laughed uncomfortably at the contents of the message, which presupposed that it would be difficult to live.

So, less than half an hour after that, the Warriors led by Moana set out for the Arquette.

Less than two days after marching out of Wang Du.

Again, it was almost three days after the counes escaped the arquette.

Arrows and the others ran hard enough, but still seemed to be able to walk with two or three large, fully armed men on board, and they really needed a break. In addition, in the number of three thousand, even with Arrows on board, the march speed still falls compared to dozens of people.

The time is around noon. It's like after noon on the sixth day, if you count from the day that Kwong Fai was summoned.

It should be said that the journey, which normally takes a day and a half, is fast enough for more than a thousand legions to have travelled.

Already in the meadow zone, Arrows and the others are enlivened and the speed increases even further.

"Leelyn. Surely the light bulb was unfolding a barrier of light that covered the entire arc?

Moana asked while suppressing feelings of deviation.

"Yes, Master Moana.... majestic, mysterious, and does not send any enemies of 10,000. It was a terrific sight."

Leelyn answers as she gills her eyes with her will on the battlefield that approaches her. Spencer shook his head and opened his mouth as he sandwiched Moana and walked along the other side.

"Even when Ragal attacked us, there was a hemispheric shining barrier wrapped around us. Probably the same kind of technique. It was the strength of Ragal's all-powerful attack... but I didn't know it would cover the whole town... it's hard to even imagine, that's exactly what you do."

Spencer gives a freaking look of "incredible help".

"The light of guardianship...... then it should be visible in the distance soon enough. Spencer, what's your perimeter alert?

"Unplugged. We have already released the scouts to the people. I thought it was time to come back once..."

Before Spencer finished, a single arrow showed itself over a small hill and joined the line.

A young warrior who had confirmed the situation of the Arquette as a scourge came to Spencer, who glanced over the hill and other prominent acts.

Even in the sense of tightening my mind, he was a Spencer who thought I would reprimand him for a word, but stops the word when I see his scourge eyes shaking in confusion.

"Legion leader. Ho, I'll report."

"Well, did something happen to you? Let's hear it."

As Moana and the others listen, the scouts open their mouths as they have decided to.

"Ha. I had heard beforehand about the light barrier... could not confirm"

A humming, breathtaking sound rang. It's Moana. She's turning pale. Neighbor Leelyn gritted and his teeth chewed up, distorting his expression with remorse.

There are no barriers to light. That is a sign that whosoever exercises it is doing his best.

Control Moana, who inadvertently tried to recheck, Spencer hears the continuation of the report. Most importantly, the extent of the current enemy's fighting power and the presence or absence of an Arquette fall - in other words, the legion's criteria for determining whether to advance or withdraw.

"... Is Arquette Fallen?

"It's... I don't know..."

"What?"

What do you mean you don't know? Keep your eyes peeled, you've been looking at the situation in Arquette. How many sizes of "dark men" surround the arquette, and have the gates already been broken? Why, if you don't understand, your eyes as narrow as eagles capture the scourge.

The breathtaking scourge continues with a slightly quicker mouth trying to convey the situation as it was witnessed.

"The gate seemed to be broken! But there were only a frightening number of bodies of them around the Arquette, and few active individuals could be seen! The number of bodies, we didn't check all directions, but at least on the east side..."

"What, just to be clear! Hundreds?

Assuming that is the case, it is possible that the army of the Dark One is already lurking inside, marching into the surrounding territory, or waiting somewhere to ambush themselves.

but that's the kind of stunning report that blows up Spencer's concerns that he can't help but be puzzled by the scourge.

"Ha, as far as I can confirm, roughly - about six thousand, heels"

"... what?

Spencer wasn't the only one who accidentally leaked the missing voice between them. Moana and the others were all there and said what they were talking about.

"Ho, it's true. There's a really awesome number of bodies rolling around and I don't know what it is..."

"... calm down. That was really their body, wasn't it? Any chance of some kind of disguise?

"To a boulder, you will never see a fake body as real. That is indeed a dead" dark man ". Just the cowhead species, the scalloped dragon species, the odd bone species, as I was asking... all over there..."

Spencer turned back to Moana when he lowered his scourge, saying "Thank you for your hard work".

"May I, Your Majesty?"

"... you think Kwong Fai did it?

"... I don't know. It's hard to believe. I thought you said in Master Kune's report that Lord Kwanghui himself, it was faster for him to do his best. There are no barriers now and the gates are open. Honestly, I can't judge the unexpected status quo. I was wondering if it should be considered some kind of enemy trap."

You're absolutely right. Nodding to Spencer's concerns, Moana meditates often.

That's how you got your thoughts together. When you open your eyes,

"We march. If you have no enemies and the gate of the Arquette is open, you're lucky. We can't just not be sure of the town."

"... you. Keep perimeter alert."

Even though we don't see any enemies, we can't pull them off without making sure the residents are safe or not. Spencer nods at that decision as well.

The line rushed to Arquette, alert but fast on his feet.

Moana and the others were breathtaking at what Arquette eventually saw.

As the scouts say, a frightening number of "dark men" are falling near the East Gate. As you can see in the distance, it is obvious that somewhere is missing, or even amputated, and dead. That is undoubtedly due to slaughter. [Dark One] It doesn't look like something unexpected happened to them.

"We're moving on."

With Moana's decree, the legions run over the bodies. It's so folded that there's no foot trail.

"Traces of blood, location of defective areas, how to fall...... Your Majesty. Apparently, they were slaughtered by the gate and thrown away."

"... that's a beautiful thing on both the north and south sides"

"Reports of scouts indicate that there appears to be little evidence of contention with the western side just because the barn zone is rough,"

Moana and the others eventually got pretty close to the gate.

There are also signs of intense fighting in the vicinity, where the "Dark One" is rolling out.

And, at that time, the noise accidentally poked my ear.

No, should it be more of a scream of the Terminator, or a roar, than a hustle and noise?

"Oh, let's go."

Dive the gate. The noise becomes intense. As the detachment is scattered throughout the town at Spencer's direction, the main unit runs toward the hustle and noise by Moana's decree.

houses that were also wrecked miserably to see. Rough streets as plowed. And countless "dark men" out there.

But I haven't seen a single human body yet.

"Dear Moana! Ahead is the underground vault! It's the other side of that big warehouse!

"I know!

Moana snorts at Leelyn's report. The hustle and noise are getting louder and louder, and so are the out-of-pocket "dark men". That's more than a thousand in town alone.

"Forward! We have enemy shadows! Assault ahead!

As soon as I bent down the street leading from the East Gate, countless "dark men" appeared. Most likely, they weren't waiting to intercept Moana and the others.

The more the streets were filled, or even the roofs of the buildings, they all pointed in one direction, and it seemed like Moana and the others would finally notice at the same time.

While I have my doubts about it, there is no need to hesitate with enemies in front of me.

Kick them in the back, and at Spencer's direction, a unit climbing the roof engages in battle with the enemies on the roof.

It is difficult to operate large units in limited spaces. The main unit further subdivides and spreads into alleys and streets as if water were staining countless ditches.

[Dark One] They also respond, but the momentum of the warriors driven by anger is tremendous, and they are kicked one after the other. The army of rescue moves forward.

The road is not lost.

Thousands of Dark Men. We just have to push them in a dense direction.

That's how Moana and the others move on for a while.

Eventually, at the center of the hustle and noise, the roof collapsed while the walls were still a large building alive - Moana and the others, who had slipped across the Great Warehouse, witnessed it.

A place where most of the surrounding buildings collapsed and became piles of debris.

In a large square state, there were hundreds of "dark men" forming a circumferential mesh, and about the same exhausted "dark men" around them.

And at the center of it, there he was.

Surrounded by enemies in all directions, attacked uninterruptedly...

It's harder to find a safe place. So literally full of creativity...

But beneath his feet is a metal, sturdy door...

- Yeah.

And who leaked that exhale?

No retreat.

The warriors' souls are shaken by the way they embody the word.

And I finally noticed the "Dark One" who had concentrated only on the enemies in front of me in the presence of Moana and the others.

A moment of stiffness.

Moved first was Her Majesty the Soul-Shaken Queen.

"Huh, growl, you warriors! Destroy them! Save him - Shining!!

- Wow, wow, wow!!!

The roar of the warriors' souls rocked the arquette.