Civilization Game

The Mafia and the guards scream and rush into each other's advance. A fierce white disease was then unfolded.

The Mafia was superior to each other, but the guards were also fully trained in combat. You confronted the Mafia with full defense, including maintaining your ranks and advancing your shield.

In the front, the gangsters who were trying to cross the street met the guards who were trying to block the street, and in the back, the gangsters of the Clan Alliance, who had all the gangsters in the square, became brothers and sisters behind the gangsters. Back alley gangs emerge from the alley.

The situation looks tense, but time is not on the side of the Mafia. The troops of each clan were continuing to be recruited, and they joined the ranks of the 'Mining Union', armed with ordinary people who opposed Martin.

The mafia really fought the entire Underheim.

However.

Kuoooo!

Martin is not a pleasant opponent.

He leaps up into the sky and falls into the middle of a garrison formation. At the same time as the landing, two soldiers trampled on his feet are flattened.

"No, he's here!"

"Get him!"

Soldiers flock here like they did here.

Boom!

A soldier is struck by Martin's fist and flies off, striking his comrades in the rear, as if the tide is rising. The watchers put out their tongues for a tremendous power.

Martin appears to be wielding his fist lightly, but his power is enormous. Soldiers plunge to the ground, soaring into the sky, and their necks fall from their bodies.

"Huff! They're coming this way!"

"Move!"

The more active Martin is, the greater his fear and intimidation of the soldiers. The tip of the weapon aimed at Martin becomes heavier and lowers.

The soldiers are no match for him, as the car is overwhelming in power, losing from its mental position. Martin massacred the soldiers like a wolf in a flock of sheep.

Idiot!

That's when the silver comet fell from the sky to the place where Martin is. Martin stops moving and looks up at the sky.

"You're here."

He grins, pulling out his dagger and raises it over his head. And immediately, Beatrice's sharp dagger slammed into it.

Tuqua 'ang!

Violent resonance, like bombardment, vibrates the atmosphere. Martin's footing goes down into the depression, and his impression frowns. Kaga! Two daggers slash their swords and cry out.

As soon as the gravitational corrective effect is complete, Martin pushes her dagger away. She flies away and lands on the ground.

"You look better than before, dearie."

She holds up her dagger without a word. For a moment the two stood up and confronted each other.

"I will ask you one thing, it will be the last battle. It was I, myself, who taught you the sword and trained you as an assassin, who discovered and brought you to the slave market as a Banshee. Then why did you choose a king?"

Beatrice hurls her dagger like lightning. Martin also stopped it.

"…… it is not a blessing given to you. You were just trying to use me."

With the dagger facing each other, she said.

"… my life has been completely changed by you. But as far as contracts go, I just chose who I wanted to protect."

"Phew, that was just the idea."

Martin reveals his teeth.

"Once upon a time, of course, Rod Polentia was a kind and devoted young man. But after the humiliation of begging for his life, he changed. You would have been ridiculed by a trinket or a fury. And yet you're covering up that garbage."

There was fire in her eyes.

"... Don't insult my master!"

Beatrice's dagger instantly gives way and knocks Martin's dagger down. Her dagger moves toward Martin's empty heart.

"Do you think he has returned to his original form?"

Hehe! But by Martin's swarming kick below, she halts the attack and turns her head away.

"But only for a short time, if I step down and take over the regime, he will reveal his true colors."

Martin's jaw rises.

"Human nature doesn't change."

"…!"

Martin throws the dagger without missing the moment Beatrice's pupil is shaken. She staggers and blocks the dagger, but Martin's fist draws near. The timing of the dagger strike was almost the same as the speed of Martin's swaying fist. Beatrice instinctively takes up defensive posture.

Baaak!

Her guard is pierced, arms outstretched by immense destruction. Meanwhile, Martin's right arm swoops in immediately.

Whoo-hoo!

As her new stature fades, Martin's arm cracks open the air. Beatrice's ability to 'immortalize'. She dodges the attack and pulls away to the side.

However, Martin's fist was not a punch for a hit, but a counterweight for the bellows of the kick. Martin's foot flies toward her head, running sideways as the axle of her foot moves naturally like a connecting motion.

Hrrrgh! Rich's superior kick from a massive body. The moment Martin's feet reach her, the immortalization relaxes.

Phew!

She staggers with blood. Slightly tilts your head to minimize damage, but the damage is significant. Martin lunges right at you. She tried to take a step back with her mind wide open.

Tuck.

Behind them is a march of soldiers surrounding them.

"You're still young! Noble Sword!"

Baaaaaaaah!

Martin throws his arm out. A huge magical force gushed from the palm of her hand, and her body flew backwards and crashed into a second-floor residential area. Knuckle, knuckle! After simply smashing the house, her body continues to penetrate the house for several more times.

"Master...!"

"... I was beaten."

Martin looks back at the soldiers and sees a fierce frenzy. The shade of terror grows darker on the soldiers' faces.

"What are you doing?! You let the captain take on him by himself!"

Hans shouts.

"If you're men, take your weapons!"

Only then do some soldiers return to their senses. Those who can resist Martin's intimidation rush in, but they fall in vain before the overwhelming dance. Even though the archers in the rear row tried to shoot arrows even though they were dense in formation, Martin's reflexes and evasive movements were shrewd enough to call them immune to the arrows. Rather, only his allies fall down with arrows.

"You! Martin!"

Knng! A Red Hammer Clan clan, Barthol, has appeared among the soldiers. He is dressed in red armor, like the rest of the clan, and half his face is covered with a beard.

"Take the fall!"

The Bartol lunges at you, wielding a sledgehammer the size of his body. Martin stands in his place, not avoiding. Everyone expected him to fall on that lump of iron.

Turn-ups.

Martin stops the hammer by simply extending one arm. The soldiers look frightened.

"Grrrgh!"

Batol bites his lip and retrieves the hammer. When Martin's gaze is directed at him, Snow appears from behind.

- Demibeast art, wallpaper.

His fist stretches out onto Martin's back as if it were a vortex of magic. But Martin grabs Snow by the wrist, without looking back.

'……!'

The Barthol's hammer swings almost simultaneously. Martin swings his weapon at the approaching hammer, just as he grabbed Snoopal.

"Hehe!"

Bartol urgently tries to stop the hammer. However, after hitting Snow with the hammer first on Martin's side, he leaps right up to Bathol's doorstep.

Qajik!

Then I hit Barthol on the head with my forehead. Batol's head pierces through the floor, as if nailed to a hammer.

"No way!"

A slight malignancy echoed from all around.

But before Martin could raise his torso, Luna of the Dark Elven Alliance and Higma of the Bandits rushed in. Both of them were clan owners of unlikely power.

Martin turns his head and stares at them.

"……!"

Exceeds the level of horror simply, forcing fear from utility. Fear pierces through the skull and goes straight into the brain, making your body stiff as if you saw Medusa's eyes. And I hesitated for a while in a battle with Master.

Baaak!

With blood on Martin's fist, Higma flies away. Luna overcomes the strain and wields her shortsword, but Martin walks away. This time, his blade swings straight at Luna's head.

Puck!

As if the gummy bears were crushed, her face simply sank. At that moment, her whole body turns black and tangles with Martin's body.

'Is this ability?'

An unnamed, steamy black liquid blocks Martin's movements.

Martin tries to cast his magic all over his body, but a red light leaks out from under his feet.

- The Magic of Weakness. 'The cries of the dead.'

A red swarm of light shifts to the magic circle of the Omangan Castle, and the bones of its arms suddenly rise and grab Martin's feet. 'Woohoo!' A round-shaped head cries out in agony beneath the surface of the sorcerer.

"I got you!"

Wade Davis, the clan leader of the Dead Research Council, cries out. His arms, which are casting magic, are filled with magical powers of the same color.

"Now, druid!"

On the roof of a building a little further from them, the Clan Pierre of the Black Alchemy Association appears. And next to him stands a sacred object that looks like a balloon from two of his clan members.

"If you want to live, get down! Get rid of Snow and the muscle guy!"

And when he gives the signal, two clans throw a balloon at Martin. Pierre lights the match and throws it back onto the balloon. The soldiers surrounding Martin are terrified and fall to the ground.

Pierre stares down at Martin and shoots with his fingers.

Bang!

Kwaaaaahhm! With a tumultuous roar that rocks the earth, artificial mushroom clouds rise. The sand and gravel around you rise roughly and the ground splashes.

Martin's appearance is concealed by the explosion, and he lingers momentarily on the battlefield.

"Joo, are you dead?"

"Even Martin is a human being...."

The soldiers mutter, gazing at the dust clouds.

Whoo-hoo!

In the explosion, a stream of blue light rises.

- Charging sword, Einhardt.

A massive blue turbulence erupts through the explosion.

It has advanced into a terrifying force and destroyed everything it touches. You attack Wade, who was casting Luna and the Enchanted Forces, as well as the troops in that direction, and even reach Pierre on the roof. His building settles in one fell swoop.

Kuku ku ku ku!

Those who were watching did not keep their mouths shut to the astonishing sight. The sound stops, and only the trace of a depression tells us of the presence of soldiers who were just there.

As the smoke clears, Martin reveals himself. He disappears without a trace of the thick brown coat he was wearing, but his body is fine. The left hand is on the waist, holding an empty shell of the staff, and the right hand is in a foot position, lifted overhead, holding a handle with the blade.

Heave-ho! Martin pulls the scepter sword out and puts it back into his body.

"Well, that's...!"

"Martin's recharging weapon!"

Martin strolls his neck to the left and to the right while sabotaging.

"Look. All you can do in the end is trivial mischief. Did you really think you could defeat the continents? What is used in war is just...."

Martin's eyes emit a terrifying glow.

"Just overwhelming power."

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The hard-working heroes of Class D... * Sigh *