At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

Approaching the territory he slows down and starts checking his surroundings as he runs.

There are no signs of people in the city. Probably evacuated safely.

"Where is the battlefield?"

"It's that way in the direction, but there's no straight way to go. I need directions."

"Running down the road for a long time takes time. Let's fly. Keep the prince in check."

- Yes, sir.

From an unacceptable affirmation to ask, I embrace His Highness and circle myself.

Then he jumps up high with his leg strength, which he has run so far, and takes the roof of the house to the scaffold to a straight line to his destination.

It was just too powerful a move to say "light".

Every time he steps in, the roof of the house scaffolded is sometimes crushed by the house itself.

"I'm sorry, but this is also a necessary expense. Please forgive me, Bulbe."

He keeps moving at a rate that's no worse than when he came running all the way here, whining about that.

And if I had traveled at that speed, naturally, I would have reached the battlefield in no time.

He passes over the battlefield and tries to stop while kicking the house down several times to kill the speed.

Looks like he ended up totally smashing through one house, cushioning it and stopping.

Although we were struck by the fact that we stopped, there was nothing particularly wrong with him because he was holding us tight.

Instead, I make such an unscrupulous stop and worry about him not getting hurt.

But he stood still, moving lightly and descending near the battlefield.

And slowly brought us down to the ground.

Everyone there is turning his gaze to the presence of an overly sudden and unscrupulous intruder.

"There was still someone alive. We made it...!

There are the emperor's close guards who became corpse soldiers.

And of the massive fallen companions, there are still soldiers alive and fighting.

I'm not entirely in time. Still, I still made it.

The fact that they have not been exterminated means that the emperors have not yet been able to attack the evacuated people.

"Exactly. But even with all this, you're not gonna wake up, you fat bastard."

"I was dying earlier."

Sure, it's something that's going to wake you up on the move so far, but Your Highness has no way of waking up at all.

Your breathing is calm, your heart beats and your pulse is firm.

Still, I'm worried about the fact that I was dying earlier, if it really helped.

I want to think you're okay... wake up quick, Vai.

"Dear Zvez! Why did you come back! No way, Your Highness...!

One of the soldiers screams. If you look closely, all that remains is those who are unlikely to be in command.

Were they still fighting? Were you fighting for me?

My people, my friends, are all, are they dead... and it is very painful to tell His Highness this.

"His Highness is alive! It's all right! I've come back for a reason, but first we have to kick their asses! You guys stay back! No more dead people! This one has an Uml hero, Arne Bolodore!

Screaming and giving the soldiers instructions, they pulled themselves away from the Kingsguards, even though they were a little confused.

The melee guards don't show how to go after the soldiers they're pulling away, and their gaze is toward Arne Bolodor.

I can't hear anything but the sound of soldiers moving. I mean, no one is fighting but the soldiers here.

... No, well, something's wrong.

Even though this one is an army size, they close guards are a troop size.

I haven't moved a place to fight, and this is all the bodies I have.

Even so, I don't see a single human body in a position to command a soldier -.

"The body is being brought back... and there is no emperor...!

"Cheng Cheng, I didn't think I'd see the emperor, but is that so? I guess I took him home to make the Commander class a corpse soldier. Fortunately, there will be no more corpse soldiers on this occasion. Apparently, you can make a corpse soldier out of the bodies you're manipulating."

"But we have to deal with this quickly!

"I know. But we have to do something about them first."

When he calmly said so, he took out a two-wielded sword from somewhere.

Inai Stel has heard reports of doing the same.

Perhaps there exists a portable tool with the technology of her or Aroness Nehres.

The sword, while both waves are two-handed swords, makes it look like a one-handed sword because of his gigantic body.

He holds both his two-handed swords lightly with one hand and walks away in a natural way to the close guards.

"Do you have a will, too?

He asks if the close guards also have the will, but they lay down their swords without responding to it.

He also seems willing because his eyes are firmly capturing him, but I don't know the truth more than they won't open their mouths.

"Apparently, it's useless to just ask. Then can it be done quickly? You don't seem to have many."

I thought it might be an insult to his words that the numbers were small.

Surely he must be strong. But that's a normal human opponent story.

They are the Emperor's Kingsguard, and are now reinforced as corpse soldiers.

Too sweet to look at, yes, I thought. I thought.

"- Nah, ah"

- The wind and flash passed between the close guards.

Such an unusual sight that it can only be described as so.

After he uttered the word, the wind and light ran for a moment among the close guards.

And when he notices, he stands behind the melee guards, and immediately afterwards he sounds a shock.

The place where he was, and apparently where he stepped in, were crushing.

"I don't know how much it would be inaction to chop it up, but it would be good to do this."

Saying so, he plays the sword, and in response to his voice, the close guards turn their backs.

But it doesn't even come true for them.

"This is... the hero, Arne Bolodore...!

To the sight in front of me, I accidentally answered my mouth.

The melee guards fall apart and collapse.

By the movement of turning around, the chopped area becomes uneven.

Without skill, without exception, all of them are chopped up without skin.

I didn't see anything. It just seemed like the light ran.

Perhaps that light is a reflection of sword-wielding light. That wind is the shock he ran through.

This is Uml's hero. This is the existence that alone destroys the army.

He cared about us and added to and subtracted from the monstrous journey earlier.

No, it's possible he was keeping his health warm.

It doesn't make sense if you can't fight when you have to do everything you can.

But even so, it's too different to exist as an organism.

This is the real, monstrous... eight heroes of Umr...!