Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Don't chase your enemies individually! One squad, on a five-man basis. Beat the front threat only!

"This enemy has no heart! Don't hesitate! The wounded crawl, but leave alone!

"Hit me with more than one person when stabbing me! Don't be alarmed! If I had a neck, I'd move!

The anger is flying and the blood odor is standing in. Innocence easily invites further innocence, and there is no sign that things will turn out better if you overlap desperation on top of desperation. It is pushed in unstoppable. My countrymen's lives are scattered one after the other.

Strong. Very strong. What is the Knights of the Holy Grail, a group that has brought violence to the realm of divinity?

Lucas Ulyhalsilla watched everything better than on horseback. He spared no blink and continued to reflect in his eyes the battles of those who risked their lives according to his judgment. That was the responsibility. That was the fight.

It is a place of death. This is a place of total death. Until now, life burns, but death falls very casually.

One of the paintings on my left hand collapsed. A horseman of the Holy Knight clearly entered his sight. Soon the waiting soldiers gathered their spears together, but in the meantime something was thrown sharply. Spear now. Slowly approaching from time to time. It looks crumbly. The white pattern is strictly decorated and the tip of the ear is filled with cold light.

Is that death? Something to put an end to this Lucas Ulyhalsilla?

Stupid. I refuse this stuff. Is it stubborn? It's only anti-lying.

I lifted my shield on the horse and moved it to shake it off. My ears hurt so much that I made a metal noise. The spear seems to have been retreated. I wonder if you've seen that, while there was no response on your arm.

"Fool! Young things! What are you trying to prevent splendidly!? Stiffen yourself up if you don't want to!

If he received a voice and excluded the shield, Lucas saw his deputy holding both long swords. I'm invincible because I wield such a big score on a ride. Earlier spears are stabbed on the ground. I learned that he had helped me.

It was a low voice that came out with a mouthful of words of gratitude.

"... you were the opposite of stupid and young. It's not a mistake to say or hear."

"Oh, were you insane? I'm relieved. He was so prestigious that he was in danger of falling asleep for about half of it."

"A man named Sir... worries me when he makes it."

I loosened the reins and pressed my horse belly with my feet. Run out. Left. The breakdown of the line is finally at stake due to the fierce forces of the enemy. A platoon of heavily armed cavalry follows without ordering anything. The deputy is at the forefront of this.

"I feel like I'm up against my brother!

Lucas put his spear on his back. To the Holy Knight, who now speared and killed exactly one of the infantry soldiers in front of him, he saw one thrust all over him, without even giving him time to put that spear back. I can't hit it. It was flushed with my armor. My body swims forward when it's done that way. The Holy Knight lets go of his spear and tries not to pull out his sword.

Was that death? No, it's not. It's not that yet. It's a wish.

"He's my cousin again! My brother would have more splendid and worthy of you!

Two flashes of his deputy waving a long sword, cutting off the arms and neck of the Holy Knight, as the wind turned away. Their gear is thin compared to that of the average knight. At first glance, it looks heavy and lightweight. If you try to pull the sword out, the joint opens. Although it is not a gap that can be punched with the same technology.

"Brother Daniel, are you talking about up there? Respectfully, why should my brother be alone? In fact, I had three half-brothers."

The Kingsamurai's heavily armed cavalry pushes their enemies a lot. I can do this if it's instantaneous. Heavily armed horseback riding is also a moving fortress. It is not easy to fall apart with a good saint.

"I know. Yuriharshira, the three main families were our admirers."

Hear the wounded fall back and the line of spears rebuild. The corporal is repeating the order in an impending voice. Everyone is fighting this death place. I'm dying.

"You want to see me... I want to see my older brothers"

"I won't see you. I can't see you young. I don't deserve to see you yet."

The enemy's attacks began to concentrate on Lucas and others who protruded. Keep the team tight and gradually retreat. Pull the reins and let the horses walk backwards. You can't show a gap.

"It's an out-of-heart word. I want you to tell me why."

First of all, your father, the Marquis, should meet the three of you.

The way the Saints fight is intransigent and precise, but also perfectly collaborative. If you accidentally return the horse's head, it will kill you instantly. This is the place to be. Time to kill your breath so you don't inhale death.

"And you should scold me a lot. I was wondering what kind of infidelity a child would have before his parents!

The blade clashed continuously. Deputy Horseshoe Swordsmanship has crossed everywhere in this spectacular. Lucas is just ashamed of his martial arts awkwardness. I haven't discussed it with a single horse ahead of the spear yet. I can't help but hit what sticks out with my special conviction. So I won't stop poking.

The sound of a creeping sorrow rose.

Looks like one of our allies was struck by surprise. He was flanked by another enemy while his speared arm was stretched out. I went in deep. That's fatal. Now another life has been captured by death.

Check the helmet decoration. Yeah, him, I think. He was the man who garrisoned with him at the makeshift fort. I preferred vegetables to meat, and they were loud in freshness. There was even a small vegetable garden set up beside the horse house. It was root vegetables. I was eating what I had just unplugged with my horse. My parents were already dead, I had one sister, and you said you didn't like vegetables and preferred meat.

The shield rang. He slapped himself. Hear the sound of Lucas. Carve it into your own life. I can't see him now hiding in my helmet. I'm strongly reminded of his smile.

Shall I distort my face in agony at this moment? Shall we tremble in despair? Who should I think of in the back of my brain?

And he ran out. It's a majestic cry. Nobody chases you. Instead, I returned the horse's head. Listening to the sound of a fierce battle on his back, he rushed into a corridor prepared by an infantry line. Soon it closes and the spear pokes. Poke enemies. I thought so. How about this?

After several protrusions, Lucas breathed busily. I tasted the heat of what was still alive, the pain, all over my eyes. Raise the face cover to remove the sweat from your eyes. Her throat also dried, so she pulled the leather bag from her waist and drank the water.

"Young man, it's time to leave."

Respiratory disturbances are also stuck in the deputy's voice.

"We are about to defeat in both physical and spiritual battles. I feel more creepy about this than I feel sorry for..."

The verbal butts were cloudy, and I felt their unmistakable confusion. Lucas nodded silently and loudly.

The Holy Grail Knights are strong. There was no falsehood in my reputation with Undoubled Heaven.

First and foremost, the Holy Knight of every horse is a well trained and excellent cavalry, equipped with high combat skills. He is armored with thin but robust armor, which combines light movement with sturdy protection. The sword spear is sharp too.

But more than anything else, what characterized them was that they could not feel any personal difference. Although there are differences in age and physique if you observe closely, there is no difference in many of the moves used. They have a uniform level of practice. It also seems to be the ideal form of military training, but it only reminds Lucas of discomfort and disgust.

Are these people... human?

White cavalry men who continue to fight with astonishing strength and concentration, without a voice or expression and without even a clear intention of killing on the contrary. There is no waste of any kind in the movement, and there is no stagnation of shards in the interweaving collaboration.

Is this what the creature was all about? Were you able to move without a heart?

The fear I had felt from a distance had actually been compounded by fighting. I think if the wars that rose to the bottom of my belly were exhausted, or maybe I'd be incontinent and fleeing soon.

I can't see. Lucas can't see a human being among his enemies. Then violence is killing a fierce human being.

There was no such ridiculous story. I couldn't possibly have been allowed to do this. There was more anger than fear. Because it burns and encourages Lucas' life so hot, I'm sure it comes from something other than himself. As long as I have this fever, I don't think war will ever run out.

And I thought of him, too. Marco Hahato, where Lucas is most admitted.

Can you win? Would you be able to shake off this nightmare?

While trying to avoid losing, Lucas asks, feeling close to a hero who isn't here. I don't need answers or anything.

Will you declare that this must not happen? Human life is not tainted by this, and you won't give in... would you prove it to the world?

Something was saved just by asking. I was left without falling into despair. I was proud to be human and could fight without going mad.

I keep asking him... this must be a prayer.

That's what I thought, so Lucas could laugh slightly.

I still gasp and look up at the sky. Darkness is imminent at night. The clouds that were thought to call for a storm also only leave, blue spreading deep in heaven. I can see the star blink. The wind is breezy and cool.

"What's going on with the Knights of the Sword Horn"

Lucas spoke as a general on horseback. Naturally. I must remain ambitious until the last moment as head of this battle. There is no upset. Both my death and the death of the men who have deposited their lives with me are ready and carry everything. It's not like giving up. What Lucas and others are fighting now is not the kind of opponent that a person who has given up and weakened can confront.

"I have a distant impression, but it is unlikely that we will be able to come. It's just a battle if you haven't broken the line yet..."

There is another war dust rising on the other side of the dust. Because it became a clash divided into two parts. As for the number of troops, the Knights of the Holy Grail, three thousand against the five thousand of Uliharsila's territorial troops, and the Knights of the Holy Grail, two thousand against the three thousand of the Knights of the Sword Horn, both exceeded by Lucas and others.

Over there or here, after one of them wants to crumble the enemy, he pinches the other... He came to battle with such an unexpected judgment, but the result is like this. than to retreat before one of them is destroyed.

There was no regret in Lucas' mind. You will fight the same way if you can turn back the time. This was such a battle. I was sure I was fighting to fight.

Because I don't think the result is everything.

It is not an excuse for preservation. I believed people's lives weren't that cold. What makes my heart roll hot... I thought motivation was the honorable thing that people deserved to risk their lives for.

That's how Lucas has lived. I suppose it will end that way again when I die.

"It is indeed time to retreat. I'll side with the darkness."

I looked east. That's where we're going to tie up the army and retreat.

If you cross some hills and woods, you'll find an old fort as a barracks base. Few garrisons but can be used for defense. There is good and evil in approaching the king's capital, but if it comes to this, there is nothing better than choosing it.

"Strike the drums. Start the fight to retreat."

The drum surface leather also continuously sounded like a blow just trying to tear. The territorial flag swung heavily, stirring much of the battlefield air, which housed new colors. The commands of the officers are screamed at each squad. The soldiers moved, and the earth trembled like a roar.

Lucas and the others fight hard and form new formations. Even though those who have already lost nearly forty percent of their troop numbers and can fight satisfactorily are less than half, if they have orders, they will do their best. That was the Uliharsila army, and that was the men who came to this battle uniting their hearts.

I can lead the heavy cavalry and follow the spear infantry to its left and right. That line of wings is oblique toward the back. There are no Archer soldiers. Because I've already shot an arrow. Half of them picked up the spears of their comrades and joined both wings, half of them centrally with their swords in their hands. To carry the wounded with the heavy cavalry. There was a light cavalry at the rear.

It's an arrow. It's like an arrow. It focuses only on the center of the front, just formations to move forward.

"All armies, don't roar! Uliharsilla Leader! Forward!!"

The burst of winding up the blood splash began. Nor is this formation intended to continue constantly carrying out horseback assaults by heavy cavalry. A dozen rides were reduced just to push the enemy apart. Hundreds of spears replaced their owners to widen the gap that opened.

Still not a hundred steps ahead. But it's moving on. And it won't stop.

If the progress of all the armies reaches the speed of the infantry, no one can stop this walk anymore. Proceed. Proceed. Even if entangled in the sides, he stubbornly pushes the spear forward, and if he is chased behind his back, the light cavalry sometimes dares to even make a platoon-by-plate reverse assault to stir, and the whole thing proceeds to that gap.

I will pay more just to move on. It is rare that a newly wounded person can be recovered. If you were a foot soldier, you just left it behind. If it was a heavy cavalry, I left it to ring my shield and scream. No one goes to help the light cavalry who does not return. Even then, proceed. Never slows down.

There is no victory in this walk. Lost. This is an unmistakable loss.

But moving forward is the next step. Even if the sacrifice cannot be reclaimed, it leads to a recurring tomorrow. In order not to end up losing, but to keep fighting until we win, now we go down this bloodpath.

Oh...... now another sound. It enters sharply from his ear and marks Lucas' life deeply.

He's a deputy.

With his arm cut off from his elbow, he seemed to have pulled out a one-handed sword with his remaining arm. I guess I slapped him in the chest with that pattern. I'm raising the surface cover, but I don't even turn around Lucas. Apparently, he's got his mouth full of reins.

Run away. He shows his ambition everywhere on his back and rushes away to his death, which he has determined. Lucas isn't even allowed to drop him off until the end to speak up. Because the army keeps going.

Barked. Lucas captured the Saint Knight for the first time at the tip of that spear.

I have skin, bone meat, and the red ones come out zero. He's like a human being. However, it moved without fright, so it was struck on the horse. Arm strength antagonized. The sword stretched from across. Trying to blur Lucas's arm, it pierced the throat of the Holy Knight. Long sword. I turned around.

"There was a danger! Don't be alarmed!

Judging by the helmet decorations, he's a forty tangled captain of the army. Lucas conveyed his understanding and gratitude. Proceed with the blood of the blade intact. Maintain this patience horseback assault.

"... Mm!?

My spine accidentally froze. Lucas bit the scream to the back of his teeth. I lost focus and blurred my vision. Slightly late, the whole body hair stood upside down. Even the belly-bottom warfare upset me.

I raised the face cover and looked to the right. I couldn't help but look.

There is a line of horseback riding in order to walk side by side. There are those who are at the head and follow the Holy Knights and run like meteors. Brave man. That's brave man. Formerly Princess Margareta, but now he is like the spear tip of an abominable violence. It's a foreign form that makes humans unhappy. It's a white disaster.

The brave man took off his helmet. White hair floats at night, good for the ride breeze. Half that face is covered with something with a symbol of God. The atmosphere is different, but it's certainly a margareta. I don't think I have the right eye.

No... do you have any?

I could see her expression crumbling when it came to distance. I felt a face right in front of me. Lucas wondered about the feeling, but there was more oddity than that and he couldn't do a single blink.

Something covering my white face rolls up. Slowly and slowly... what was hidden beneath it becomes dewy. It's still supposed to be far away. That's terribly close. And it's supposed to be light. That's terribly heavy. It was supposed to be trivial. I couldn't help but feel so serious that it trembled.

That shouldn't be.

Don't make me do that.

Lucas aggressively switched the spear backwards. I thought I'd throw it at you. My heart was crying out that I should attack now, even as I was confused by an incredible sensory world that was uncertain in time. But I can't help it. Chilly. Life is freezing. The heat I should ask for was outweighed by something I didn't know I could handle. Lucas was in a hurry.

Open... It opens. That horrible thing...... I'm trying to express something decisive in front of Lucas and the others as the Daimon of Demon King Castle, told in the painting story, sounds and opens up, releasing the wars only against humans.

Right eye.

What... what eyes, is that?

A vortex of a mixture of 10,000 colors is emitted that it is not of any color, but of any color. It is a vortex or swallowed. Glowing and illuminated and dazzling. I can't keep my eyes open. I no longer know how to get caught and escape. I can't help it.

And something with no changeover gets ruined. be eroded. bleached away. Even the fear that makes me want to cry disappears. It gets smeared in white with no temperature.

Immersed in floating dreams...... it's excitement that first appeared in Lucas's mind. You can call it exhilaration. Then came the fun. Here comes the fun. The joy filled my heart so much that what I was frightened of was ridiculous.

How could I have fought so gloriously and tried to die... in such a glorious world?

If I noticed, I was pulling the reins. The horse loosened his steps. Still doesn't collide with the surroundings. That's right. Everyone has stopped walking this unintelligible disease. He is turning to the right as if he were blushing.

Lucas exhaled in a lucid manner. I was totally willing to relax.

So the steel armor surrounding him was in the way. It is a heavy armor. I just wanted to throw it away because it is heavy and painful, and because it has a complex clasp or something, it is difficult to take it off if it is worn completely. There are no more deputy officers who can help me whilst scolding me at times like this...

Yes, he's gone. Embodying the harsh courage of the samurai in his body, he jumped into a violent death without trembling in agony or looking back untrained. I can't see you anymore.

Something hurt in the back of my chest. I don't know what it is. I have multiple pains, not one.

I caressed my flank and shoulders with my left hand without meaning. They are here and there so that they are not easily removed by the enemy when they are ambushed. That's what heavy armor is all about. It also resembles the heavy duty of Kwon Man where he bears life and armour in his heart.

It was cramped. But Lucas doesn't even take off his helmet. You can't take it off if you try. The reason is simple, only the left hand can work properly.

Spears were still held in his right hand.

If you look at it, everyone's already thrown it away. Only Lucas was squeezing it tightly in his right hand, and they couldn't open their fingers to throw it away. I can't solve it. On the contrary, the wrists, the elbows, the shoulders, gradually began to move away from the will.

You want me to throw it, spear it.

Lucas looked at his right arm with surprise. That fist, held in reverse hands, is filled with trembling power. There is a shining presence ahead of the blade. It's getting closer while I look at it. They're coming this way with the white cavalry.

The red color blew up. Many. Many. The Holy Knights are mowing the right-wing infantry. Red. Red. And it hurts. It hurts my life to end one after another. Every single life scattered hurts. There's another flash of light in the white glowing world, but they all hurt. Hit Lucas in the cheek.

"What are you... doing..."

Blown by a blood storm of neck mowing with no shouting or screaming, all the noise and red that struck the iron became everything Lucas could see and hear. The sound beats my life. The engraved is awakened. Color heats my life. Reminds me of his flag of war. Red and hot as fire, that flag as if it were human wrath itself.

"What are you doing, Lucas Ulyhalsilla... What are you doing, Knights of the Holy Grail..."

I shook up my arm. The rising force is leaking and the armor is ringing. I can see that something resolute will dwell on the spear tip. When he came here, Lucas also noticed that his mouth was uttering words. It was coming from the inside out.

There was a hell-anger in my voice. I had a fever. My body seemed to boil over.

Aware of the fierce movement of his life, Lucas breathed heavily. He twisted himself on the horse and set his aim. Now is the time to use your life. There is no life or death. You just have to blow your life up.

Don't pay for the disastrous white with the black background of the night.

Breathe in the red of flames and try to forgive the rays.

"Let's not humiliate humans! You retard!!

Barked, threw.

There was a thunderous noise on the battlefield. The human horse was severely disturbed and Lucas was swallowed up in its vortex as well. The place of death seemed to have changed things again, but without knowing what it was like, Lucas was just desperate not to go down.

Far away, I could hear someone calling themselves.