Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"Aaahhhh!"

A long sword wielded by a horizontal sword was held by a vertical wooden belly.

Come on.

A dry pleasant sound. After the silver blade was shallowly ingested, I took my hand off and blinked my left fist as if it was blinking at the opponent's chin tip.

The soldier who took down the sword with the firewood in it, fell to his seat.

"Don't be frightened, I've got the leverage here!" Hang on! "

The situation was a pinch in a narrow hallway. Ten or so soldiers from the front and back.

"Alright...!"

The protective shield hangs on the wall immediately beside him.

"Nah!?"

"I-Is that it!? Or did I run through the wall...?!"

Leaving it to inertia, he almost leans sideways and kicks one, two steps and the wall as he moves. Passing over the soldiers in a parabolic orbit, they landed behind the group that came to the assault. The opponent's pincer bombardment was dumbfounded.

"You're kidding!? What a guy!?"

"I-It 's--"

The left jab turned to the chin of the soldier who was about to turn, and the left jab entered the counter. Beginning with that, the Stream Protector quickly silences those who are within a distance of zero. The jabs and strokes unleashed by the Karate family, who had gained an unusual physical function, were many times faster than the movements of the soldiers who swung their swords upwards.

If the attack is not made in time, the target is struck by a small hand on both arms, such as a sword, a leg, or a leg.

Although there are many people outnumbered, there are also places of confinement, and the movements of the soldiers who were afraid of fighting each other are somewhat passive.

(... there's that, too.)

I noticed it a little over a dozen minutes after I started engaging a large group of Badarnois soldiers.

Some of our soldiers are working together unusually slowly. Not all of them. Only part of it. There were many occasions when I felt like I was out of control like an amateur.

The reason for this was that I immediately figured out the reason for the exile.

"Uuuuu... go!" Crush them in seconds! You too, what are you doing? "

Large soldiers furthest from the position of the defender fly a drink to their skinny companions in the immediate vicinity.

"... look mighty. You go."

The companion burst out... but he made it clear.

"What...?"

"Basically, the first person to bring him in was Priest Ohmzorf." So I don't know what happened, but it's a turnaround for sinners. Isn't that tricky? I think you should take the initiative to penetrate the Omsolf school...! "

"What...? You, at a time like this..."

That's right, there's no way we're going to split up at a time like this.

After sleeping most enemies in a dozen or so seconds, the protective stream broke between the two staggered enemies.

What's the matter!?

Uuhhhh!

I grabbed each of the two heads in one hand and pulled them as they collided with each other. It's like a punishment for a child who has done evil.

Their last-minute rebellion is like a lie, they collapse to the last breath.

--This is it.

With the same faction, there is still no affiliation with anyone from another faction. But since we've been through each other without interacting with each other so far, we can't move well when things go wrong.

It's the same Badarnois soldier, so let's do it together or let's do it together.

With both of them rolling with bitter sounds in their asses, I checked the area around the current protection.

There were about five of them left. There are no longer only those who pull out their hips, and there are only those who stand dumb. We have lost all will to fight.

If you are caught raiding the royal palace, it is a protection while you are dyeing your hands on the great crime of definitely beating your neck, but of course, you are not here to kill the people in the building.

Politically speaking, if no one comes at us, we don't even have to wave our fists.

Even though it was a grand consecration that declared that it would conquer the palace, the ultimate goal was to capture Ohmsolv, just that. If she doesn't resist even then this matter will come to an extremely peaceful end.

(Well, that's actually not true......)

As she headed upstairs to the staircase, she turned her heel back.

"Heehee"

There was a soldier with a long sword near the wall. His gaze was staggered, and the opponent shook his skin. Everyone was in the same uniform, so it was difficult to distinguish, but if you look closely, it was a girl of the same age as the Emperor.

A teenage girl soldier. Somehow, Priscilla, an apprentice knight in Raindill, comes to the boy's mind. With such nostalgia,

Ah, the stairs were that way, right?

I tried to ask as gently as I could.

”Hee... hi, hiii”

She shook her head to the side again and again with a grim face. Rather than being a weapon, the sword that had been thrown out before seemed to be a 'good sword' to preserve oneself as a soldier.

"Huh? Didn't I?" No, you're right. You're not a fool or a magician, lord. "

"No... noo!"

While screaming unbearably, she swung her sword down toward the cerebral heavens of wandering protection.

Oops.

When the karate family gently sees it with a small hand on their right arm,

"I'm cumming..."

Perhaps it was a hard reaction, but she took down her sword.

You can quickly catch the product in the air with your free left hand,

Hoi

I spun it around and poked it into the girl soldier's waist. From its thin waist down into the sheath.

When the kink fits, it responds with a pleasant metallic sound and hand.

"...... ah...... eh?......"

"Sorry about that."

Unable to disarm herself or get her sword to the point, she looked down at her body incredibly, weakened and crawled in.

All I had to do was look at the back of the runaway shelter before I could leave.

The Palace of Ice Radiance [Palace Shell On], and the first floor is the dining hall. Is there about thirty people in the field? Exchanges between the soldiers echo in the rushing hustle and bustle.

"No, it seems the assailant wasn't alone after all!" According to the testimony of Captain Lase, who was unconscious in the hallway, there were four more! "...... Those guys are the ones after all!"

"Four people...!?"

"Yes! There are four of them: Belgrette Fizz Gertiroude, Sabel Alhano, Julie Mikeus and Edvin Gaul...!"

"...... is it true?"

"Really! Something bothering you?"

"... no..."

"Let's ask him... for help from Sir Miga Singhtia"

"... then I've already asked for it"

So, then!?

This is a state of emergency. No matter how the white knight of the unusual person's [joy] should move.

Such a soldier's predictions will be destroyed in a way that I never imagined.

"It's not the four of us... there must be others."

“How's it going?

"Sir Miga Singhtia said that he was going to deal with another intruder..."

"Another!? Still have reinforcements...!?"

"I don't know why either..."... it doesn't matter anymore. Send help to the outside. Call every barracks in the city. "

"...... I understand."

The bitterly nodding subordinate inevitably attempts to use communication techniques.

It's like I'm having a bad dream. Is there such a stupid story?

If the barracks ask the palace for help, it's still the other way around. Against only a few thieves.

Shame, it runs out of words.

Right now, as a single party, we are experiencing an unprecedented situation that will be the greatest stain on Badarnois history. In the mood of wanting to leave everything behind and return to the countryside, the younger soldier notices the discomfort.

"............ I can't get through"

What?

Yeah, nobody's answering.

"It's stupid... no one will ever be here."

So, it's a question of time.

Interrupt, and send communications to other containers as well.

However, the results are similar. No matter which barracks I contacted, no one would react.

"What's happening... what's happening!"

In order to be able to keep in touch with these emergencies, there should be at least a few people staying at the filling station.

"Calm down, don't give up! Just do it from one end!"

I managed to stay calm and gradually get in touch with my trembling fingertips.

"Damn it! Why won't anyone answer!?" Come on out! It must be strange...! "

Did the cry go to God?

Reever, this is Shiron, the soldier in charge of the east section of Ninth Street!

Finally, a muddled response.

"Hurry up, I got out in a hurry! This is the palace guard! I-I need your help--"

The palace!? Good, I can't help it anymore! Somebody help me!

A matching request.

The soldiers on our side and their superiors looked at each other.

This is ridiculous in the city! Ask for backup as soon as possible!

"... is that...?"

What the hell, in the city? What? So no one answered? No, no, no, no.

Instantly, a whirlpool of screams and screams rolled up in the cafeteria.

The soldier, who was caught and turned his face to the source, was only stunned. The beat was interrupted by a bump and the art of communication. I failed to control the spell because I was upset.

"Hello, there is a sea runoff..."

It was a foreign boy who was the culprit of the disturbance that broke into the cafeteria with such a foolish name.

It was very unlikely that I had been able to change battles with a large number of soldiers, almost unharmed.