Civilization Game

Kuku ku ku!

Once again, the heavy feeling of intimidation settles in the square. Martin raises his hand to send a signal, and the mafia scattered all over the place roars over the edge. The atmosphere in the square became violent for a moment. Surprise sounds of the crowd came from everywhere.

"I heard your speech, however."

Martin walks towards the road, smiling bitterly.

"Why didn't you watch your mouth in front of me?"

"Hehe!"

An overwhelming sensation swept through the road like a wave. It was a situation where restraints prevented me from moving my arms. Every time Martin's steps get closer, it feels like his life is running out. A dagger appeared from Martin's sleeve.

"I won't miss it this time."

Hurrah! Martin's dagger narrows its path through the ground and plunges into Lord Lord's forehead in an instant. Rod leans forward in haste, but his ability to slow down Martin is not enough.

'Farewell.'

Martin also confirmed Lord's death and smiled. However, at the next moment, the movement of the rod was momentarily multiplied many times and caused a trance. Martin's dagger splits his air.

"Avoided"?

Martin turns his back on the brakes. A few silver hairs cut by a sharp blade pass by his face.

It wasn't Lord who evaded his attack, it was Beatrice, a blue-haired figure. The blue eyes calmly stared at Martin.

"How do you harness the power of Banshees? '

Martin's face is crumpled. It was clearly tied to special handcuffs and the use of abilities would not have been possible. He turns his head, and Lord appears in place of her at the far end of the encampment. The mafia around him had fallen by Beatrice earlier.

"Don't you see, uncle? Handcuffs that restrained her from using her powers."

Lord bends over and raises the empty handcuffs that had just been restrained from Beatrice.

"They were just ordinary iron cuffs, in fact."

"…… What?"

The handcuffs on her wrists were unibells. Beatrice suddenly appeared to be unable to use her immortalization abilities, and was eventually defeated by Unibel.

The action led Martin to trust Unibell, and he imprisoned Beatrice in prison without a doubt.

But in fact, Unibell was a double spy, and handcuffs were also ordinary iron. Lord and Beatrice had been patient with the plan, and they could get out of prison at any time if they wanted to. This was the second safeguard that Rod mentioned.

With a hole in the way out, Lord was able to tell the tale equally against Martin.

"Still don't know? The fierce struggle between Unibell and Bear, the act that seemed to have fooled us, was all part of the plan. Both you and the Mafia son..."

You see a twisted smile on the road.

"I was playing on the palm of my hand."

"… this bastard!"

Martin turns to the road in a rage.

"I'm your opponent."

Beatrice, behind her back, rushes out of confinement with an immortalization. Martin is forced to stop moving and defend her attacks.

"Protect the Boss!"

"Get them!"

After a strange turn of events, the mafia who controlled the crowd turned their backs to catch Lord and Beatrice.

Puff! Puff!

However, the price of turning away was great. Sharp iron pierces through their bodies.

"Cough, cough!"

Several spectators suddenly jumped on the ledge and shoved weapons in their backs. A mob boy falls to the ground sprinkled with blood.

"Get rid of the traitor Martin!"

"Let's go!"

At the same time, the soldiers who were waiting in the crowd, disguised as spectators, took out their weapons and rushed to the Ur River. They were ambushed by each clan, including gangsters.

"How dare they!"

"Stop him!"

A violent battle rages between the Mafia and Clan soldiers.

Ordinary audiences began to flee in a frenzy, shouting out loud. In the blink of an eye, the square falls into a state of Abigail.

"Lice!"

Unibell kicks the running mafia with his feet and shouts.

"Take it!"

Two daggers fly into the air, circling into Beatrice's hands.

"Is that what you hit me with?"

"……."

Beatrice looks at the fancy dagger and mutters.

"... I'll give you one discount."

"Sneaky!"

*

The battle between the gangsters and the clan soldiers gathered in the crowd was fiercely developed without a single concession. The weapon strikes, blood splashes, and a scream echoes out.

"There he is! Kill the king!"

The Mafia boy looks at Lord and rushes toward you.

'Ugh, this is bad.'

Rod quickly searches the Mafia for the dagger, which is lying around. The members of the Red Hammer stand in front of the road.

"Leave it to us!"

"Defend the king!"

They were perfectly armed. He wears shiny red armor and a cape and holds a large hammer in his hand.

"Oh, thank you!"

"You're welcome! Hit it!"

It was fortunate that the red hammers with an aggressive tendency were stamped with the action of the last war. They hammer the running mafia boy. As a minority elite clan, you have outstanding fighting power.

With some safety secured, the rod was able to take the time to look at the situation.

The situation didn't look so bad. Soldiers from the Clan Alliance came up to the river and surrounded the Mafia and had more heads this way.

'Good. Then Martin's choice…….'

Kuang!

Beatrice, who allowed Martin to strike, stumbles back and kneels on one knee.

Bear!

Lord is furious. She seemed to be in a bad mood because she was stuck underground all the time.

Instead of going after her, Martin walks aloud among the mob.

'You're about to leave the square and head for the streets.'

And finally, Rod thinks he's going to make it through the streets and out of the Underheim and back to Drugfarm.

All 23 clans, except the Mafia, rebelled against Martin. That means that the coalition of miners that the majority of the people subscribed to also turned their backs on Martin. Virtually everything in this city was turned against the enemy.

The Underheim is now the enemy. Falling back from the enemy was a natural choice for Martin.

From Lord's perspective, however, it was difficult for Martin to get out of here. When Martin carries Casar on his back and garrisons at the Drug Farm, things get difficult. Martin will not give up, but will aim for the Hoshitam Underheim, and as soon as Casar and Glacieon's war is shorted, Lord could face the worst of what would have to happen to Martin and Casar at the same time.

'We have to get Martin here somehow. This opportunity won't come again.'

The rod fires the loudspeaker beads and shouts.

"Traitor Martin is trying to escape! If he escapes the Underheim, it's over! Pursue!"

It was only then that the soldiers noticed Martin's movements and began to roar.

The Mafia also, in response, gave up the elimination of Rhode or Clan executives and moved Martin's escape first.

As both the soldiers and the Mafia son are pushed forward, Lord runs to Beatrice, who is lying on the ground.

"Bea!"

Rod approaches and raises her torso. Luckily, your body looks clear, but you don't look too good.

"You're out of this fight. Let's restore some health first."

"… Oh, no."

She shakes her head horizontally.

"What's wrong with that?"

"If Martin gets out of here... you'll have a hard time."

'……! "

God! Lord was so moved, he almost held her in his arms and shed tears. Obviously, she was an angel.

You've grown up, Bea! This father can never die! '

Beatrice wakes up, impressed or not.

"…… I'm going."

Lord was bitter. It was the most important moment, and it was actually too much for her to go to. My heart ached at the fact that I didn't always have talent and had to torture her.

At that moment, her body twitches as she takes a few steps. Lord rushes to help her. Rod bit his lip. No matter how much I wanted to catch Martin, this was not the case.

"I can't do it! You have to leave......"

"What are you doing because you two are the most important people in this situation?"

Unibell looks at the two of you with her hands at her waist.

"Oh, no. Our Bear seems to be overdoing it...."

"Too much?"

Unibell glances at Beatrice's face for a moment and looks back at her pouch. Then I took out a mouth-sized piece of bread and bit her on the mouth.

Turn-ups.

Beatrice chews the well with instinct once something bites her mouth. The bread vanished in an instant.

"More."

"Huh?"

"Give me more."

"Oh, yeah."

Unibell took a few more and fed them to her. Soon after all the bread had been removed, she stood up and said,

"I'll be back."

'... I was just hungry!'

*

Martin leads his mafia son on a swift march. The soldiers who stood in his way quickly became bread and spread out on the ground.

As Martin exits the square, all the Mafia troops assembled join him. That's about 500 people. As an army of martin's men moves, they are no match for the clans in the streets.

But then.

"What's the rush?"

Another group stands in the way of them.

"... I'm surprised."

Martin mutters gracefully, staring straight ahead.

It was Underhaim's guards and Hans, the guard commander, who stood in their way. He stood in front of the troops, dressed in gear, even as an elderly man with gray hair, and a distinctive heavy charisma flowed through him.

"Why do you, a neutral force, stand in my way?"

"……."

Hans does not immediately respond, but stares at the air for a moment.

"…… I felt a lot watching this situation."

He had a long smile on his mouth.

"If I was a clan leader, I would have voted for you. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to protect this city... But the outcome was yours. I felt it then. This country no longer needs old things like us. We have to give this country to ten young people in a new age."

Martin chews and kicks his tongue.

"You're old enough to say that. However, I do not understand why you stand in my way. Protecting the Underheim was a top priority for the guards. We're getting out of here. Shouldn't you be helping us to reduce the damage to the city?"

"You're not wrong."

Huff! Hans' sword is drawn with a sharp burst of light.

"But in the future, you'll be blowing blood on the Underhaim. Sending you here will bring more anger to this city."

His sword is pointed at Martin.

"For the Underheim, I will kill you here."

"Phew! Good to have a clear conclusion."

Two men staring at each other silently opened their mouths at the same time.

"Hit it."