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No more goblins to disturb me.

Unlike arrows, confronting the strong is as if the quality of fear is different.

Arrows are some kind of accidental accident, and they don't feel fear in the arrows themselves, but intense killing.

But confronting the mighty with intense signs of death requires defeating certain signs of death.

"Omaela, I'll do it."

Still, Bluehorn doesn't frighten me.

Even Captain Goblin stepped forward in grandeur against Frederick, who had finished with a single pair of armor sleeves.

"Ningen. You are strong. But I'm stronger."

At the aperture best, Bluehorn asserts his strength. It's like saying that's your existential significance.

"I'm not sure what you think. Don't you have anywhere to think of a knocked down subordinate?

Frederick returns it to the Blue Horn in disdain.

Fighting is only a means to him. Because even if you fight for a purpose, you can't fight for a purpose.

"I'm the head of the herd because I'm strong. My flock is most respected for its strength!

"Hmm... I don't understand, but good. If you lose, that's where the game ends."

"I'm the strongest! You can't beat Go-Saw or Go-Saw!

Preferred indeed. By crushing this goblin in front of you with a single voice, you can expect them to panic and disrupt their calculations and escape.

For this minute, it looks like it's going to go exactly as the prospect suggests... Frederick makes such a monologue in his heart and rarely gives him a nibble in the mouth.

"From you, please."

Frederick pulls his heels together and pins his spine out.

It was as if it were a time to welcome my husband inside the hall.

It was a bluehorn that was thought to be exasperated by his attitude, but he pulled out a curved knife suspended from his left and right hips.

The song knife held by Bluehorn was along enough to draw a half-circle, a weapon not often seen in the Principality.

"(Is the weapon) of the devil clan?"

"I'm the only one who's been recognized for sword arms by Kyosh!

"It's... I'm looking forward to it"

'Let's go!

Raising his beastly voice, Bluehorn fills his breath with distance from Frederick.

Leaps the momentum as it is, swinging down the left and right curved knives.

But Frederick waves his right leg when he deviates from his back and gently dodges.

Waved to draw an arc, his right leg captures the back of Bluehorn's left knee.

It was a bluehorn that upset the balance, but managed to stop on the spot.

"Is this what it is? I think it's better for you to leave early?

"I'm the strongest!

It is Frederick's feeling in his present presence that he outperforms himself in terms of muscle strength and strength, and that speed is equal.

But they don't have enough moves. Not enough rush. Not deep enough.

More than anything......

"I'm not ready"

Now a curved knife depicting the upper and lateral tracks.

That's what Bluehorn seemed to say.

If you touch Frederick and this song knife, you won't just be sorry.

I can't tell Frederick if he's waving his sword by instinct or not, but the Bluehorn attack was a brilliant gesture using muscles all over his body.

In contrast, Frederick falls directly behind him and puts his hands on the ground in a position where he only stood on his knees.

At the next moment, the song knife paid for the horizontal giraffe slipped through where his torso had been until earlier.

But the Bluehorn attack is not over yet. A song knife swung down from top to bottom approaches Frederick.

Opposite, he took the impetus he had fallen into with both hands, and stretched the impetus up to put it on his body and reverse his spine.

His aligned legs kick up a bluehorn wrist with a song knife.

Karan...

The dry sound of the song knife rolling to the ground sounds, and Bluehorn is about to lose balance because of his right arm kicked up and his left arm flowing sideways.

But with all his strength in his legs, he manages to regain his posture.

Frederick, on the other hand, was in an upside down position with his hands on the ground and his legs straight out.

Frederick floats in space with only the force of his arms as he bends his elbows and opens and rotates his legs.

His legs captured the right arm of the bluehorn and strained to wrap it around his arms from body to body.

His left foot is on the neck of the bluehorn, and his right foot is on the torso.

Keep your hands full.

- Cockroaches.

I heard a blunt noise and my right arm on the bluehorn broke.

Unable to support the pain and Frederick's weight, Bluehorn falls down on his back.

"Are you satisfied? It's time for you to come home."

Frederick stands up and corrects the collar. It also looks like an extra move, but its fruit is as if there are no gaps.

Once he waved his leg, the blue goblin himself understood best that he could easily prune the life of the bluehorn about to rise.

"One, strong... I didn't know you were stronger than me..."

"You can't even seem to beat me... I won't talk to you"

"Is there someone stronger than you!?

"Yeah. There you go. You're right around the corner."

Frederick flaunts his shoulder and tilts his neck to the right.

"Well, how can I be strong?"

"Come on. Isn't that at least what we're doing while we're waving our fists for ourselves"

"Well... I don't know"

That's when the whole hobgoblin thing I was watching on the far roll came out one step before I tried to get close to Bluehorn.

Having noticed this move, Frederick raises his right hand and tells Titania, who holds the bow, "Don't shoot" with a trick.

"Oh, you..."

"Boss. I'm no match for these guys"

Hobgoblin grabbed the arm of the Bluehorn safe man and pulled him up.

"If you can go home like this, I won't get my hands on this one either"

"Boss......"

Calling to Bluehorn as Hobgoblin tells Frederick to say.

'Okay. That's fine with me. But the Go-Law one.'

"I'm not worried. It's time for the Go-Low to be defeated."

"Right......"

Bluehorn was no longer a surprise.

There are fierce men in this city who say this mighty man standing in front of them is stronger. Then there is no reason to lose, even if it is a redhorn.

"If... if you ever attack again..."

Frederick continues his words toward the back of a bluehorn who started walking with Yolo Yolo.

"This Frederick will destroy everything. Please engrave it in your heart. I'll make sure you fuck me."

Following the bluehorn, the other goblins turn back and retract one heel after the other.

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Around the same time, on the other battlefield, Rütier confronts Redhorn with Go-Law.

No, I was confronted.

Rütier rolled the red horn to the ground without releasing the two hand axes he could carry on his back.

Redhorn's jaw is shattered, and his left elbow is bent in a direction that does not reveal itself.

"You can walk away. The weak."

He said, "I'm weak!

"That's right. Can't you see your own men? Is that what the group looks like?

Luckily Lütier speaks.

"It is not the vessel of the long men of the group. I would never forgive anyone for trying to harm Samarkand."

Lütier goes on without even looking at the red horn that Captain Goblin woke him up to.

"The merciful Venerable Lord Fujichima is grieved. That's why I'm letting you guys get away with it. But not twice. I can't forget Yume."

Rütier turning his back from the red horn with a crease.

It was an excellent opportunity, but none of the goblins who were here tried to get their hands on Rütier.

Because all the goblins were overwhelmed by his overwhelming signs.