Civilization Game

Rod's massive declaration of propaganda has caused tremendous wavelengths.

An alliance of three western nations leading to Opectus-Albheim-Genoserg that seemed virtually unstoppable.

The one that braked there was the rod coming off the line of the arc.

The Baptist, the Baptist that was constantly on the brink of destruction, was interrupted by Abyss in Aland, and a union of three unexpected allies named the Allan-Abyss-Baptist was completed. And there was a huge 3: 3 war, declaring war against Malek with confidence in every player's view.

The whole hall boils with this astonishing news, and Odin returns to the stage and declares an end to the banquet. Then he sent all the players back to Eden.

Once again, it was his office when Lord regained consciousness.

"Princess"? Why is that? "

When I opened my eyes, I saw Tia waving her shoulders with a worried face.

"…… Ah."

My head was numb.

When I was at the banquet hall, I had this dream, and now things at the banquet hall felt like a dream overnight. At that moment, Tia's face closes in front of Rod's nose.

"Giddyup! Can you hear the Maine? Wake up!"

"… Oh, I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look so good. Why don't you take a break if you're tired?"

"I'm just a little dizzy. More than that, Tia."

Rod gets up from his seat, takes a big breath and says,

"I think we should prepare again for Tia's first journey, which ended in vain last time."

"… Well, what does that mean?"

"There's going to be a major war here."

The fist of the rod rests firmly on the desk.

"We don't have much time. Summon the soldiers and summon the pretenders."

"On my command. Your Highness."

She bows her head and leaves the office. Rod looks out the window where the warm sun shines.

Now the dice are thrown and we have no choice but to fight.

*

Lord has summoned all of Abyss. Each Node territory was gathering troops to the Underhaim, with the exception of a minimum of defensive force.

"There are about 6,000 troops that can mobilize purely to attack."

Lord said, a 1: 1 dialogue appeared next to him, showing the rays and Oliver's face, respectively.

"The number of fighters is relatively low, but up to 7,000 won't be a problem."

Sunbeam said.

"Heh heh, I think if I scrape it off, I'll get 5,000."

Oliver in his skinny glasses said,

5,000, 6,000, 7,000. Rod nods, putting numbers in his head.

"Spy intel puts out a summons and gathers troops. We'll have to wait a little longer for the detailed numbers, but there won't be that many troop cars."

Ofectus and Alvehem both had expensive specialized diseases, so they were not just a style to be called the number of troops.

"…… but."

Rod smiles at you with an embarrassing smile.

"Genozerg has already surpassed 10,000."

"…… 10,000."

"Ugh."

Sunlight closes its eyes with a shaded face, and Oliver groans with a frightened look.

"As you both know, the battle ahead will not be easy. All the other players are going to lose to us. But let's flip it over like we're supposed to. I can win."

Rod says two players nod at the same time.

"Oh, and it will take them a while to assemble their troops and arrive on the battlefield. This is your last chance to replenish your troops. From now on, use all of your country's capabilities to increase your military strength."

"I understand!"

"… one personal question. Lord."

Sunbeam turned his fluttering head sideways.

"Oh, yes. Talk to me."

"I'm sorry for bringing up the past. At the ball, Lord Rod was able to move on without having to be with us. But why did you make this decision?"

I was curious about what happened that day.

Since the Jamuka incident, the two have become desirable, and the relationship between Abyss and Aland does not seem to have a strong enough connection to intervene in the war. In other words, he thought the road lacked motivation to move.

"That's it…."

Lord grins.

"I thought it was a war worth fighting."

"……."

It was a smile that felt relaxed even in this situation.

Sunlight was not a pro who had been on the road for a long time and had no other career, but was just a bit of a wind-up gamer. But from when, I felt that there was more gap between him and me.

"Anyway, keep in touch and share information……."

"Your Majesty! We're in trouble!"

Hiccup! Anylox walks in with the door open.

Lord raises his arms, as if seeking forgiveness from both of them. The two nodded and closed the 1: 1 conversation window. Pavat! The system window in front of you disappears, revealing Anylox's face.

"Annie, what's going on?"

"Anylox. Black Society has invaded Fuddle Square!"

"…… Black Society?"

"Yes. I've been aiming for the breach between the defensive forces and the Underhaim. They've taken down Fuddle Square in an ambush and locked the gates!"

"... Hah, I knew these things would get in the way."

Lord mutters with a crooked jaw.

"Huh, I told you so, didn't I?"

Unibelle follows behind Anylox. The exhibition was that she was wearing battle clothes that were sticky to her body, not the usual conquest outfit. She folds her arms, her back against the wall.

"Fool, no matter how desperate the troops are. What the hell were you thinking, taking out all the defenders in the territory without leaving a hundred men behind? ‘Now that you've taken out your troops, please eat. I'm not doing it."

Rod's gaze shifts toward the commander's spear at the edge of his vision.

The new power of Abyss is ready yet to be used. I wanted to test them before the game, while eliminating the symptoms.

"Will you go get it back? Unibel."

Unibell blinks and points to himself.

"I'm going?"

Lord nods and looks at Anylox.

"Annie, how many Black Society gangs?"

"About 300. even more if you take out the territory."

"Okay, I'll put a thousand men on it. Is that okay?"

"……."

Unibell glances back at Lord instead of answering. What's the matter? I'm feeling a little anxious.

"Hey, panda."

"Huh?"

"... We need to siege, but we have a thousand men!" You want me to take over Puddle Square with just a thousand men? Are you punishing me? Ang? "

Unibell approaches and slaps his hand on the desk. And Lord says, "Oh, my God! ’and twisted my body.

"Did you bring 2,500 men with you at the last raid? And you gave 5000 to that elf grease! You want me to settle this with a thousand people? What is this? Are you discriminating against people?"

"W-what are you talking about! This battle won't be too difficult, and you're practically behind the scenes!"

Lord quickly shakes his arm.

"And the reason I'm sending you away is because I've been living away from the battlefield, and it's my warmth to ask you to hurry up with this opportunity." Hmm hmm. "

"... considerate?"

She collects her glances, expressing her ignorance.

"Yes."

He looks cute and puts his hand on her head without me knowing it. Her face is burning.

"What are you doing!"

She picks up her heel and bites Rod's finger. Suddenly, Lord screams.

"Ugh, do you really bite?"

"I deserve it."

She turns her back, waving her red hair.

"... I'm back."

Rod grins as he looks behind her. I'm a good listener, even though I'm rambling.

*

And then a few days later, dinner.

Fuddle Square Capital City.

"What a nice hometown you have! Hahahaha!"

Gunma and his executives, the leaders of the Black Society, were holding a feast to commemorate the return of the consecutive days at the Lordship. A long wooden table was filled with plenty of food and drinks.

"Hiya, how easy it is to restore Puddle Square! I thought I was supposed to be a bandit!"

"Didn't I tell you? We'll have a chance soon."

The Black Cloud, a soldier of the Black Society, received his word.

"Yes, yes! I knew there was something different about him! It's worth a lot of money. Hahaha!"

"I'm sorry."

"... By the way, black cloud."

Gunma looked shy for a moment, not fitting his evil appearance.

"…… What if they come back to take the castle?"

"Rod Polentia would be too burdened to make a move right now. What does it mean that most of the defenders here have been taken to the capital? The royal family is in a hurry. Rest assured, we'll be safe for now."

"Well, I hope so, right?"

I laughed as if it was only a matter of time.

"Great! I'm done living with bandits! I'm a lord, after all. Hahahaha!"

Gunma raises the glass high.

"Let's drink big tonight and die together!"

All the executives followed him, shouting a toast.

The rowdy drinks continued. I got drunk without a moment's rest, trying to make myself look like a tough gang. Eventually, the Black Cloud left the toilet for a while, and the executives laughed as the military man said he couldn't hold his liquor.

I was getting ready for a drink.

Boom!

"Two, boss! Were you here?"

"What? Can't you see I've been drinking for a while?"

"W-we don't have time for this! There's nothing wrong with it!"

The other officers grumbled.

"Eerie, you're breaking my heart.

"If nothing happens, I'll have you crawling under me! Hiccup!"

"Stop! Stop!"

Gunpowder silences the executives.

"Why are you all blushing in such a cheerful spot? Let's go out and get some cold air."

"Yes, boss!"

Gunpowder and executives grumble and come out.

"What's the big deal... huh?"

"… Huh?"

Their mouths snapped open.

Under the scattered darkness that settled on the permanent residence, a great number of lights were moving densely that could not be seen. It was like a blazing sea of light.

"What, what? These guys!"

"Rebellion! Boss! Territories have rebelled!"

The gunpowder frowns at the member's shout.

"Ha, rebellion? I haven't seen them in a while! How many are there in the rebellion?"

"Well, that's..."

The organizer was sweating and talking.

"…… the people who caused trouble are all the territories that live here."

"I beg your pardon?"

The gunpowder looks down onto the railing. Through the countless torches that illuminate the night, I saw iron, including spears. I couldn't understand. The weapons belonging to the colonists must have been fully recovered as soon as they got here.

"…… It looks like the Armory has been robbed."

"No, crazy! Even if the armory is breached, how is it possible to arm that many?"

Gunma turned his gaze. The rebels have already pushed you to the entrance to the lordship. Ordinary territorial citizens were devastated by the brute force of combat, although they had not been properly trained in the military. The difference in personal power was meaningless, with two forces of power being different.

"Hear ye the people of the land!"

The voice of an unknown man resonates loudly, as if using a loudspeaker bead.

"The barley grains we sweated and harvested were not ours! Not even this one body we had was ours! Their eyes are watchdogs guarding their property, and their arms are used as axes to supply their firewood! They branded us as Serpent Tattoos and imprisoned us in this land! Just for their self-interest!"

A compelling voice resounded widely in the night air.

"How we have longed for freedom! Will you let them take back their hard-earned freedom again?"

"No!"

"Will you live like a two-legged beast with only your life for their dictatorship?" "

"No!"

"Kill the Black Society!"

"Bring out the gunpowder!"

Once more, a man's voice bursts out in an excited cry.

"The price of freedom comes from small actions! All we need is one of you listening to this voice, so even an ordinary person can make a difference by following the rules and the crowd! Mincho, unite! And fight!"

"Waaaahhhh!"

The deaf scream shook the atmosphere. Raised rebels have finally begun to climb into the castle through the defensive lines of the Black Society.

"Boss! I'm watching you!"

Gunma's group enters the room again, and the telegram arrives.

"The Royal Punitive Force is on its way! There's about a thousand of them! The vanguard is called the Unibel Full House!"

The gunpowder's face hardened.

"Dammit! This time...! We have to stop the Regulars before they do! How far have they come?"

"…… that's what they say is going through the gate right now. The Rebels opened the gate..."

"What? What the hell are our forces doing?"

"They're all out in the castle now. Everyone else…… seems to have been beaten."

The gunpowder wiggles with ease on his legs. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. What the hell is going on?

He bites his lip.

"You can't just sit there and die! Close the door! Weapons up! Who's pulling who out? I am the Lord of this realm!"

"Yes, boss!"

Seeing the executives moving busy, I heard his condolences, which he had placed in the corner.

"… Huh?"

Suddenly, the condolences in front of my eyes seemed to split in several directions. At that moment, my head was spinning and I was distracted. He kneels on one knee. Other executives were collapsing one by one, complaining of similar symptoms.

"I guess you can hear the medicine now."

The pupils of the gunman's head bulge as if they were protruding. The black cloud smiles at him. Behind the Black Cliff are those dressed in shabby farmers' costumes. Suddenly, people in the same outfit were coming in through the window.

"... black! You can't be!"

"Yes, it's me. I betrayed you."

The black cloud falls facelessly around and starts stabbing the officers in the back in agony.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

They feel the pain, but the black cloud does not stop. Rather, he was stabbing them in the back several times, not in the throat, as if trying to increase their pain. Red blood splashes across his cheeks.

"Not exactly a betrayal, boss. I've been trying to infiltrate you from the start."

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

Gunma's expression shifts from rage to horror. I felt completely out of my mind.

The Black Cloud stabs the executive with a hand knife and pulls out the horn rims from his chest. The body was red, and even the eyeglasses were coated with scorching coatings.

The Black Wind shakes its head in gorgeous glasses. And I vomited out a sigh of groaning.

"Good."

"... Hehe!"

You step back into a position where the white horse is prone. However, the black cloud was coming in full swing faster than he was moving back.

"…… Yes, you guys! What the hell are they doing? Why are you doing this to us?"

The gunpowder squeezes out a voice.

"We are the sword of Mincho and the will of Mincho."

The Black Wind Sword rises with a sharp glow.

"The Revolutionary Front."

Blood splashes up like fountains.

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I'm sorry about that. I'm missing about three kilos in front of you.

It's not important in the content, but you may feel it's missing.

I'll put you on notice next time.

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