Black Haired King

Magic that is shot in one after another from the Allied garrison. We, the Albust Army, have a horn, and they have unleashed magic by involving the Beastman unit of Gertelius, who is supposed to be on our side.

Captain Rhoden and the others aren't doing anything about it now, but there's still a difference in numbers here. It's only a matter of time before this one breaks down. Besides, it doesn't feel very good to see betrayal in front of you, no matter how many enemies you are.

"Captain Rhoden, I'll take care of this place"

"What, because what will Viscount Arnold do?

"I get stuck and go in there. If they suddenly have enemies approaching, they'll have to focus on me, too. I want you to come after their magic weakens."

"But then Viscount Arnold will be in danger!

I laugh bitterly at Captain Rhoden for worrying. Well, I'm fine. This degree compared to training with the master.

"Well, I left it to you. I'm going. Oh, my God!

Raidiant in his right hand, Schwartz in his left hand, and rush out at once. I don't suppose it's supposed to happen that those entrusted with the squad do this, but, well, I want you to forgive me.

I approach the garrison at once. The distance is about 300. Naturally, he realizes it and unleashes his magic on me. But it all looks round to me, wrapped up in heaven and strengthening my whole body beyond its limits.

Naturally the less magic I've ever seen also moves the magic in the air by the magic flying in. Take a look at that and make some predictions.

Play stone rubble, avoid fire arrows, and cleave wind blades. Magic pouring down one after the other, but there are parts of it that don't fall. Determine there accurately and run through.

"Hey, what's that guy!? Let go of more magic! Don't let him near me!

Magic pouring more intensely on the orders of a captain-like man. Good, good, more conscious towards me. Magic pouring down hard for that matter.

I cut all the magic that seems to hit me alone while I run. Soon, in a place called the Garrison, it will be bright in front of you all at once. Also, range magic!

I gather my magic on both feet at once before magic is activated. And step out. Step through the range before activation with enough force to crush the soil and get footprints on it.

Behind you, magic explodes enormously. You're in danger! Every soldier who sees me escape the magic lays down his weapon. I suppose we know that unleashing magic near here might harm ourselves, too.

Troops came out waiting in the back without magic. Is the number about 100? The lead is run by troops with spears and arrows are released from behind.

I activate the bright water flow arrow flush. Distract the arrows with the magic that wraps them around your body. Now that I'm wrapped up in heaven, I can't hit a normal arrow. Keep pushing through.

Run a little and you'll hit a spear squad. The Spear Squad comes sticking the spear out simultaneously, but jumps and avoids it, jumping the spear further into the scaffold. As I rolled forward, I popped my spear over the head of the leading spear unit. At that time, cut off the heads of the enemy soldiers who were directly beneath me.

I land, spin, and cut the spear squad behind me.

"I'm not dead!

Enemy soldiers poking spears from behind. As I rotate the spear passing on the crouch, I pinch it to hold it in by my left side and raise the spear up.

The spear the enemy soldier had was away from his hand and a stone poke launched the enemy soldier's jaw. Hang it up with an empty Raidian.

Return Schwartz to the sheath once and hold the earlier spear with one hand. And as I threw it at the enemy soldiers coming towards me, I avoided some, but flew about three of them through my head. That's gruesome than I thought, this.

Newly approaching enemy soldiers to step on that corpse. Avoid sticking the spear out, another guy will wave the spear down there. He plays a spear that gets swung down at Schwartz, and the guy who sticks it out cuts it up from the bottom with a Raydian.

Keep it up, gather magic powers on Schwartz and Raydiant to create a magic blade. Using two swords stretched ahead by a magic blade, rotate

"Whirlwind streams, windmills!

When I finished a spin, the enemy soldiers around me had stopped moving and stopped moving. No, the words are strange that this is it. I didn't stop moving, I stopped moving. Because he's already dead.

A little while later, your body drifts off your hips and falls to the ground. The area is stained red with organs and blood, and the unique smell of blood on the battlefield drifts around.

The enemy soldiers who see this sight will stop on their feet. You don't seem to freak out and move.

"What's up, you guys? You're not coming? I'm the only enemy, okay?

I can get it out. Let go of the killing spirit and get closer every step of the way. As I approach, the enemy soldiers step back, one more step. Sometimes I hear "demons" or "reapers" or something, but I ignore them.

"If you're not coming, why don't we go this way?

As I said with a laugh, one enemy soldier came towards me screaming. I'm going to wave my sword down, so I'm going to play it with Raydiant and stick it through my chest with Schwartz.

The man dropping his sword and looking at his stabbed chest died whining "Aina" in a tearful, plundering voice.

There was a rocket pendant on the neck of the dead enemy soldier, not sure if it was accidental or inevitable, but the lid was open.

Inside that rocket pendant was a painting of one woman. Naturally, there's no way he's someone else in red. I guess this man's lover or wife.

... War is such a thing. Killed and killed, in the end only those left grieve. I don't want Victoria or Helena to do that, so no matter who they care about, they'll never get out of hand.

If it's enough to kill me off guard, I'll kill my enemies, whether I'm a demon or a reaper, even if they say so. To definitely go back to the two of us.

"You guys, if there's anyone waiting for you to come home like this soldier, get out of here. Then I'll miss you. But I won't forgive you if you're coming towards me. Be prepared."