Ending Maker

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Judah's strategy was simple.

The Eastern Army becomes an anvil and Judas and Cordelia become hammers.

If the Eastern forces pull the opposition phase from the rotation that will start on the Snow Wind Plain, Judas and Kordelia draw the rear of the Western forces so they cannot hold the line.

The hammer worked once.

I crossed the Skyscraper Mountains and met Melissa to access the underground tunnels left by the High Elves of Magellan.

It was possible to take advantage of the western rear, a stateless communist.

But this was not enough.

The hammer's success did not complete the strategy.

‘If the anvil doesn't hold. ’

If the anvil is destroyed by enemy aggression.

Tactical performance that breaks down strategy.

Normally impossible.

But Haragen had a number of spleens to make it possible.

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“Araraa Lai! Araraa Lai!”

The seven horns, reborn as Velian jars, roar with a red glare.

With tens of thousands of warriors uniting against the roar of heaven and earth, the strength alone was enough to crush the enemies in front of us.

And I didn't just watch the red storm.

Knowing the importance of fighting, he raises his hand, and the leader of the Blade Song tribe, Nine Blades, roars on behalf of the Red Storm.

“Kurara! Kurara! ”

The Eastern Army also shouted together. The trumpets sounded everywhere, and the wild gods with the Eastern army roared furiously. I tried to cover the Snow Wind Plains with holy power.

“Ahh!”

But it wasn't. There was something sacred about it.

As a result of the corruption, only the magic of hell roars in the west, and a great mindset counteracts the sacred power.

The eastern group has about 30,000.

The number of Western troops that spent troops during the Western integration process is about 28,000.

Bang, bang! Bang!

The drums are ringing.

The seven horns of a horned helmet decorated with the horns of a male deer come forward on the magic of hell that resembles a rhino, and the corrupt anamfatha stand beside him.

The same wedge advance as always and the same dash as a slave.

As expected, the red storm raised its hand again.

Flags are flying everywhere, and the Eastern forces are set in motion to take the attack.

“Kuraha! Kuraha! ”

Eastern troops have tapped the ground with their spears.

The western army roars again, each with its own weapon.

Haragen watches the scene from behind.

A sharp horn, Haragen's henchman, soothes his overwhelming chest and swallows his breath heavily.

Intermediate Maidens everywhere are waiting for the battle to begin.

And then one day.

When Haragen vomited, the moment Judas realized the truth from afar.

“Charge!”

The seven horns declared with a loud shout. Warriors from the tribe of Angry Horns rush forward.

Bang, bang! Bang!

With tens of thousands of people rushing in at once, the earth shakes.

A tremendous amount of pressure fills my eyes, and the red wind swallows my thirst, and the nearby song of the sun swallows my breath deeply.

Nine blades draw the sword. Looking back at the red storm, the silent red storm counts.

It was a trick like a hunt.

Not too fast, not too late.

Sweat flowed along the forehead of the red storm. He, a skilled and courageous warrior, had never fought against such a large army.

Take a breath.

Lack of sparrow horns crossing snow wind plains.

The roar of wild beasts and magical objects that roar in the sky.

“Now!"

A red thunderstorm blows. Nine blades wield their swords, and there's a rush of energy everywhere.

The song of the blade, crouching and waiting, rises and cries out, and a great storm blows his shout across the battlefield.

A violent avalanche rises. The breeze sings.

“Gaaaaaaah!”

Eastern forces are advancing.

Likewise, I shook the ground.

Front row on both sides.

The ones in front.

Extreme excitement captivated them.

Those who were drunk from the frenzy of the battlefield finally encountered each other's breaths.

Kwaga Gaga River!

The waves and the waves meet.

We broke up.

Those who were in the front row were crushed and destroyed by the Eastern and Western forces.

In an instant, tens and hundreds of people lost their lives.

It was a slightly different situation than expected by the red storm.

The Western Armed Forces' predicament has resulted in unimaginable violence.

However, the red storm did not lose its cool.

There were only hundreds of them out there.

The battle of the first day was bound to be devastating.

We had to stop them in the Snow Wind Plains to keep the phone from going crazy in the east, so we had to keep bleeding this way, too.

‘The Guardians are with us. ’

A horse called by those who live in the land of the wild.

The belief in the red storm was not wrong.

The song of the snowstorm heals the warriors.

A great storm lifted the spirits of the warriors, and cheering for the wild avalanche didn't help much, but it was better than nothing.

And the Blade Song.

He did not hide his temper. He made peace with the inherent giant black wolf and showed off the power of the beast himself on the battlefield.

“Torn to death! ”

I did not stop trampling and biting. Dozens of invisible blades rise from their power, tearing the Western army around the blade song.

“Blade Song! Blade Song! ”

It wasn't just the sword song. The eastern army cheered loudly, and the feel-good sword song went across the battlefield.

The red wind fought hard. Instead of taking the lead, he cast a phoenix in a somewhat backward place, and looked for the backs of solar songs that fought ahead of the gap.

The great storm reconciled with the appearance of a large bird, a primal bird, and headed to the top of the sky.

From there, you look across the battlefield and pass on what you saw to the Red Storm.

Confrontation between the Eastern and Western forces

It was a violent clash, but now we're at the edge of the small river.

Instead of fatalities, they became a form of pushing each other away.

Not bad.

The Westerners didn't even use tactical maneuvers. There were no maneuvers circling back and forth, and there was no unusual movement on the reserve side.

Just an ignorant dash.

‘Maybe this. ’

Maybe we can take down the Westerners, not just the West.

Both ends of the Eastern Army are steadily advancing forward.

To surround the Western forces attempting an ignorant frontal breach.

Once the siege is complete.

The great storm expected a great victory.

The sound of fine snow blowing reminded me of a victory lap.

And Haragen looked up at the sky.

I teased my hands at the beautiful white bird looking down from above, looking at the great storm.

“Proceed.”

Consciousness.

What we've been prepared for.

A sharp horn raises the flag.

The demons that were scattered throughout the battlefield began to move, and the corrupt wildlings that had been defending their positions, instead of moving forward since the battle began, finally stood up.

Haragen looked up at the sky again.

I no longer hide her eyes.

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Kordelia knew Judas well.

I could see what I was thinking just by looking at my eyes.

That's why I lowered my posture. I sat in front of the altar, staring blankly at Judas.

“Euther.”

I summon you again. Judas, who is in a hurry, sees Cordelia, and she just looks at him instead of saying it again.

Judas vomits.

I calmed down after that many times.

Kordelia returns to her familiar form of Jude.

“What kind of ritual? ”

It was not a ritual to summon the Demon Crammer.

That's how much Cordelia knew.

Judas opens his mouth.

He told me what he found out.

And shortly after, Cordelia had a hunch.

Her instincts told me.

The Eastern Army is defeated.

The Western forces cannot be defeated.

And as always, her instincts were not wrong.

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In the original, Haragen acquired the land of the wild with ease.

Nearly all the wild gods of the west and east were corrupted and enslaved, and they purged the rebellious chiefs, including the Red Storm, to raise the Barbarians into one army.

That's why they didn't interfere with Haragen's march even on the Devil's Eye Mountain in the Argon Empire. Rather, I did not spare the support.

Haragen did not summon the Demon Crammer from the Wild Land.

Only after destroying the northern borders of Seiland's kingdom were the combined Barbarians and corrupt wildlings summoned Craimmler.

I didn't need it before that.

The two swords, Earl Viel and Earl Hresbelg, were enough paddles to keep both the Barbarian chiefs and the corrupt wildlings alive.

But everything changed.

Judas and Kordelia made it so.

Haragen was at a standstill and made a choice he did not make in the original article.

“Belial.”

Haragen grimaces.

They practically wiped out the West.

On the battlefield, every sacrifice was made except for the minimum number of soldiers and supporters.

The river of blood flows with rituals performed by the Great Warriors.

‘I don't care. ’

Wild gods.

Burn everything with firewood.

Haragen's Eye.

A place just behind the confluence of Western and Eastern forces.

The point where both ends of the Eastern Army are slowly approaching.

Corrupt wildlings have gathered there.

The witches are gathered.

Haragen gave the order.

Belial's will dominates the witches, and the witches slash the necks of their sacrifices. He drenched the floor in blood, stabbing them in the neck in succession.

Blood.

The currency of the soul.

They covered the floor.

I circled.

And the corrupt wildlings at the edge of the circle dedicated themselves to the enchantment.

Twenty of them.

Tens of thousands of human resources.

And that's what makes it so.

“Ahh · · ahh · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Haragen spills his joy.

I thought the Blood Mage was staggering, but it was complete on its own. Complex symbols were engraved on the ground, and a great storm from the sky opened my eyes.

must be stopped.

We have to stop it somehow.

But how?

The mad Blade Song raises its head.

I saw the power to concentrate on the Blood Mage. On top of that, I saw the fraud that began to swirl.

The snow breeze came to my mind.

The violent avalanche settles and swallows screams.

“Open.”

Haragen says, "I burst a smile from the tip of my lungs."

Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!

The ground splits open. And from there, it soared. A giant door.

A giant rift that connects this world to another!

“The Gates of Hell. ”

Judas said:

Kordelia looks south.

Haragen laughs, and the gates of hell are opened.

A lot of magic appeared.

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It was a door to hell, tens of meters high.

No, size didn't matter. At that moment, everyone on the battlefield could feel it.

That's why I looked back.

The whole battlefield is frozen for a moment.

The Eastern troops raised their heads.

The western army looked back.

A small magical object walks out of the giant door.

In fact, it was about three meters, but the door was so big.

And so on.

The horses continue to move.

Dozens, and hundreds.

And the time that stopped began to flow again.

A new battle begins.

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“Run!”

Nine blades cried out desperately.

The line had already collapsed long ago.

The evil spills from the gates of hell break through.

The western army struggled with the eastern army split its sides and tore the eastern army apart.

It was Abigail.

The horses did not distinguish between the Eastern and Western forces. Every human who stands between us has been torn, destroyed, and killed.

The morale of the gates of Hell overwhelms the sacred power of the Wild Gods.

“I can't win. ”

The great storm has spoken, not of fear.

It was a cold judgment.

“We have to run. ”

It was important to run well.

If we fight back here, the entire Eastern army will perish.

The Blade Song knew it. That's why I didn't show my back. Rather, I stepped forward and shouted.

“Warriors of the Blade Song! ”

The warriors of the Blade Song tribe turn to the Wild God's command.

The nine-blade gazes at his guardian god and smiles bitterly. I declared to his warriors.

“Today.”

This is the place.

Where we're going to die.

Where to sing the last song.

I understood the nine blades.

And he smiled.

He was the warrior of the Blade Song.

He used to stand on the battlefield and sing death songs.

It was a fight to protect even more.

It was a beautiful and worthwhile fight.

A good song would be made.

“Blade Song.”

The great storm said, and the blade song just smiled.

I didn't want to say anything weak to An-Sook who had been fighting for a long time, but I had no choice but to leave a note.

“I ask you to leave the children behind. ”

Children who are not on the battlefield.

Children who will continue the song of the blade song.

“Brother!”

The snow breezes scream, and you don't look back at the blade song. You lunge with a fierce smile.

“Let's go! My warriors! ”

The warriors of the Blade Song turn. They charge in with their guardian god.

It became a living wall to buy time for the Eastern Army to retreat.

“Father!"

The song of the sun cried out, and the nine-blade saw that song. I smiled and said goodbye.

“Go.”

Lead the remaining children.

The song of the blade wants it.

That's it. The nine blades no longer look back. You charge in with the warriors of the Blade Song.

I bought time with blood and my life.

“Fall back!"

A loud red thunderstorm erupted.

The snow breeze sings with tears in its eyes. You've raised the energy of the warriors of the Blade Song and added strength to the foot of the fleeing Eastern army.

The red wind grabs the arm of the Sun Song, its roaring.

The Eastern forces have retreated.

The sword song tribe has become a wall.

The western army breaks down the wall and spills out of the gates of hell.

“Dragon King of Gold. ”

The blade song, full of blood, faced with the devils of hell, reminds me of the king of the wildlings.

I think of the arrogant children with his sentences.

Why.

The last thing that comes to mind is their faces.

“Hello.”

The Blade Song flew towards the magical objects.

I sang the last song.

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The Eastern Army has fallen.

The snow flats were stained with blood, and the western armies were also practically destroyed by the gates of hell and the magic spilled in them.

About half of the Western generals were corrupt, making them an inferior object that can no longer be called a human being, and the other half were sacrificed as a sacrifice to maintain the gates of hell.

Haragen has won a single battle as he has declared.

To do that, I had to sacrifice so much, but I didn't mind.

It was already spilled water.

Moreover, his goal was to create chaos in the wilderness and northern Seiland Kingdom.

The method changed, but the important thing was the outcome.

Inside the gates of hell.

A demon with powerful power is approaching.

If only he could come down to earth.

If that happens before his life is cut off, before he can no longer hold the Gates of Hell.

“Belial.”

I give you the land of the wild.

When Haragen prayed as if he were serving God.

You fall alone on the run, but the rough snow raises its head.

I saw the man in the red robe standing in front of me.

A man who was new to me, but not at all like him, somehow reminds me of Cordelia.

He rescues the wild avalanche that was chased by the witches. And I saw the gates of hell rise from afar.

He studied the tragedy of Paragon Kingdom in depth and did not recognize the gates of hell.

“Cordelia.”

The man speaking low, Earl Chase looks back at the wild avalanche.

And the same perspective.

The eastern edge.

A place called Sanctuary.

Blue beard, shrugged by the terrifying aura of the west, hurriedly raises his head and looks back.

He hurriedly flew into the temple. And I was able to face him.

The wings of a white angel unfolding.

An angel who has washed away the energy of hell opened his eyes.

Lena Einsberg.

One of the five heroes who ended the tragedy of Paragon Kingdom.

She wakes up.

I looked west.

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