From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The moment I had a knife in my back, I grabbed a spear and danced to mock the duel.

Tadada-da-da!

Abel punches through countless spears like a joke.

At the same time, I used to empty my spear where I didn't think it was a gap.

"Tsk."

He kicked his tongue, but it wasn't usually a grudge.

Occasionally, you sweep your legs with a spear against the ground and swing the spear up to the target while avoiding it.

Abel kicks the pole with his boots and blocks my peculiar attacks.

The old man used to lose his balance with one kick.

The silver ambassador pierced my heart, enduring the push of the spear.

For a moment, I took my right foot back and went halfway around.

Kaga!

The window blades immediately turned and ate away at the front of my armor.

“Clever.”

I think you speak better in the meantime.

I didn't have time to talk.

Swing the spear back like a mace.

Boom!

You throw one of the remaining knives in the gap.

Ting!

Abel, of course, easily dodged my coupling.

I just needed a little space.

Abel's steps pause to stop the knife I threw with all my might.

I pull my spear back and reach for it with all my might.

Button Hall, the Pokémon performs a stabbing technique with ferocious force.

Ugh.

It was a moment when I entered the air folding space again.

In front of him, Abel was saying, "It's too late."

Turns out he was right.

A silver flash several times faster than my button hole was slowly approaching my head.

I bend my head to the ground in slow motion.

I needed the strength to make my neck muscles tingle.

Thung! Thung.

Thanks to this, I was able to avoid breaking my neck and dying.

Instead, I saw my helmet pierced through his spear.

Abel says he hung it around the end of the window a few times.

“Make it more fun. ”

I was going to.

This is not the right way.

The senses of the Pokémon are sharper than mine.

Smoke won't do me any good.

“Do you know how many knives I've thrown so far? ”

"Huh?"

I turn my spear back, speaking wearily, and sit on the floor at a loss.

Obviously Abel didn't attack me.

I'm sorry, I don't have enough lines.

“There were 15 of them. And Lord Abel stopped nine. ”

Abel blinked and urged me to answer.

“Six were thrown unstoppable. ”

“Why?"

“Because of this. ”

Ting.

I get up on the last row of ripe threads.

No, I can name it Invisible Sharpness Wire.

A clear steel line.

If I get caught, I'll cut off the scrap metal.

And I'm the only one who knows the location of the wire in this area.

“Welcome. We call you Spider Hell. ”

I usually use it after I dug a trap for some time, but I made some improvements.

I installed it myself while fighting.

By pulling the last line, the wire connected to the tip of the six knives became a trap.

I shouldn't have refused. It was to buy time to draw the last line.

I just finished the job.

“I'll be fair to you. There's no antidote for Bayside in the wire. ”

Kill the knight, make poison for the vice knight and bury it in the ground.

Whitrick.

I swing the spear.

“I'm going to the second round. ”

Abel looks at it and laughs.

“This guy, he's so funny! ”

“It's not just going to be fun. ”

“No, it's fun. ”

Ugh.

Oh, yeah?

I heard the bluish reflection. Until just now, I felt Abel's spear, 'saw’ and 'felt', disappear and appear.

I'm fine!

My bluishes, which had survived, were cut in half.

I swing the sword of waist dancing in reflection.

“I was wondering when you'd pick it. ”

In the meantime, Abel's ability to keep talking was truly remarkable.

Actually, I tried to lure him into a wire trap and pull him out later!

Kaga!

The snowflake of the flamethrower lit a blue flame instead of breaking it.

Magic weapon! ’

The opponent is also a magical weapon. No, a knight this size couldn't have been carrying a common weapon in the first place.

“I'll tell you the truth. Your spear was solid, wasn't it? ”

Yes, Blissch is only under the spell of hardening.

“This is Striking. ”

Well, that's too bad.

A magic that doubles the impact of the target when hit beyond being hard.

“That's not fair. ”

“No? Fair enough. ”

“You said you only go to the fourth floor. ”

“As long as you use your spear. ”

He speaks, poking his spear into the floor, and checking the thread's location.

No, not only that, I was checking where I put the knife.

Just because you pick one doesn't mean it'll go away, but if you pull them all out, the spider hell will go away.

What should I do?

I took a few steps aside to raise the iron spear.

“Let's start World War II. ”

“Of course.”

I couldn't back down.

Screams and clamors are pouring in from all sides as the battle begins.

If I retreat, the battle will be lost.

I danced again with an iron spear.

What's left of it? ’

No smoke, no spinning knives, no poison.

The magic spear was broken and snowy, but to be honest, the iron spear was better.

You can use a sword well, but you have different senses.

The target cannot withstand more than a few if it is not a spear.

What am I supposed to do?

The opponent is too monstrous.

Well, there's one thing left. To be precise, there is one thing left to expect.

Whoo-hoo!

When the silver flashing lights hit me, I stubbornly raised my spear and sprinkled the snake's tongue against it.

Ta-da!

I felt the end of the spear gradually.

I ignored, waltzed, danced to the duel, and poked a button hole.

Abel stops and dodges or sometimes ignores and attacks me.

I kept throwing out my spear. No, I used a spear.

"Is this not enough? ’

“Great, but not enough. ”

Abel said.

There was something flashing as I listened to him.

I always thought about the next thing in the fight.

No spear, no sword, no knife.

I took a step back and threw the snow snow back to the place where Lind could see it.

“Take it! ”

I was going to give it to Linds in the first place.

His swordsmanship and snowflakes are a good match.

Lind hears a few cursing words from the flying sword, but ignores them.

I also pulled out the shortcode that was hidden behind my back and threw it to the floor.

There's more than half a shortsword inserted into the floor.

A bag of bare spears.

Let's not think about our backs.

That would be the right answer, no, it would be the right answer.

At the same time, I stepped forward.

Quiet but quick.

You stir the spear blade and stab it in your right hand with a mix of beats.

It was the moment Abel blocked my spear again.

Blah, blah!

A fireball pops up and pushes you back.

Even at this moment, Abel stepped on the exact spot he remembered.

It didn't seem to be affected by spider inferno at all.

And I was pushed away and settled in a safe area that I had lined up.

His spear dances again. It was time to stop the attack.

I felt something penetrating from my head to my toes.

Then I heard the voice of the artifact.

This felt the same as when the EXP was met.

Changes, too, felt dramatic changes throughout the body.

[Speech Skill: 80]

Flame on.

The spear seems to possess a peculiar power in its hand.

“There's a moment when a weapon will close in your hand. That's the truth.”

I remembered what Tequila said.

From my experience so far, there have been times when my proficiency rose smoothly and sometimes it did not.

There was always a change when we went beyond the blockage.

Now was the time.

The spear Abel showed me crossed your mind.

‘You let me know. ’

She said she felt good, and taught me she felt good about it.

I remembered his movements, and all that time, the movement of the swinging spear grazed my head like a muzzle.

Skill level 80.

It wasn't just a numbers game. The spear is wrapped around your hand as if it were polished in the hand of a spear.

At the same time, my feet hit the ground.

Suddenly, I felt lighter.

‘Lightly.'

Like a feather, my feet are light.

Woof!

The feet are light, but the spear is not light.

Blueish was a superior weapon, but now the iron spear in my hand is even more threatening.

Pull the spear with your left hand and reach your right hand forward.

The smile disappears for the first time from Abel's expression due to a simple stab.

Kick!

He closes the window and takes a step back, suddenly lifting his foot and circling in mid-air.

When the thread is caught, it lifts up the body instead of being cut off.

In other words, he went into spider hell.

Once again, use your left hand to gain momentum and your left foot forward and your right foot backward.

Strength in the right hand, elasticity in the arm.

The body bounces like a spring as it forces its feet forward.

Button holes.

A stab several times faster aims at his heart.

At that moment Abel's spear became dozens of snakes.

‘Grumpy.’

As I thought about it, his spear shook and separated.

And the third and fourth of them struck me in the chest and stomach.

The chains between the separate spears gnawed away at the sharp armor.

Kaga Gaga!

Funnily enough, I was holding my breath from the moment I reached 80.

After he got hit.

“Cough!”

I was able to vomit out the same breath as screaming. I opened my eyes as I flew back.

I can see Abel's weapon.

A verse spear, a nine-piece spear, was roaming through the air like a real snake.

“Cough!”

After a sip of blood, Abel smiles and says,

“Are you good at fighting? Who the hell are you? ”

His spear is several times longer than the previous one, hitting the surrounding area.

Tadada-da!

I pulled out all my knives and fell to one side.

No wonder the spider inferno was released.

‘I can't win. ’

I was confident that I could come to a conclusion with all my experiences, intuitions and observations.

The old monster in front of you can never win the 'now'.

I coughed and knelt on one knee and stuck an iron spear in the ground.

And at that moment, I felt the heat burning behind me.

"Huh?

Looking back at Abel frowning, the ball was made of flames in front of him.

I hit the ground with an iron spear, creating waves of dirt and rolling back.

Kuaang!

With the thunder, my body was hooked and pushed back.

At a parallel level with the ground, I flew very low and rolled the ground a few times before I could barely stop.

It was in the middle of hell when I saw it fly away.

‘If I hadn't unleashed the spider inferno, I would have died. ’

My hair was scorched a little, and some of my armor was dented, so I had to take off my Brest Armor, but I didn't die.

‘But some asshole. ’

He didn't say he lost his will because he couldn't win.

When I was curious about the face of the man who got into this fight and tried to get up, I heard a voice that was more annoying than me.

“Get in my fight? ”

I could hear Abel talking over my head.

Moody old monster.

I can see the tip of his eyes rising toward his eyebrows.

It looked like an angry, imitated face.

“No! ”

Just in time, someone approaches to stop Abel.

“You must not break your promise to His Majesty! ”

He looked young and smart.

He said without even looking at me.

“No. ”

“No? ”

Abel asks again. After a long time of flame in his eyes, he groans and looks at me and turns the verse back to its original form.

I heard a sound of goodness right next to me.

In the meantime, I'm leaning back, and I open my mouth to flashing thoughts.

For a moment, my head turned cold.

“I'll kill him for you. ”

Abel is a mood swinger and another king who does not take orders from the king.

Maybe Teggis' reinforcements will be on their own.

The operation was a little off, but if the results were the same, he would be happy too.

“I'll kill that wretched duel. You've learned your lesson. ”

I turned around and said it myself.

I'll kill the man who ruined our duel, so back off.

Abel looks at me and opens his mouth with a blunt expression.

“You.”

He called and smiled.

“You know something. ”

“Lord Abel. ”

The young knight seems troubled.

“Shut up. Did I say I'll kill you?" ”

“We are Prince Decillo's reinforcements. ”

“I just quit. ”

Wow, look at his personality. I don't want to leave an enemy when I'm distracted.

“I'm sorry. ”

Abel said that and patted me on the foot.

You mean keep your promises.

I rub a few scorched hairs and throw them on the floor.

When did the iron spear bend like this?

I picked up the shortcode I left behind.

I looked at the man who had thrown a flame at me with a shortsword drawn from the ground.

“I am Sercado's only sorcerer, High! ”

You're the one who blew a pyrotechnics at me?

What, Wizard?

Ha, I'm not finished praying.

“You have to see the real Wizard to wake up. ”

I muttered to myself, mimicking Rachel's steps.

I saw him hurl a flame at me and shoot a flaming arrow straight at Lind.

It's a fiercely flying arrow, but if you're not embarrassed, you can see that it's weaker than a normal archer's arrow.

Lind does not panic, but strikes a flaming arrow in the snow.

Bubble bun!

The explosion erupted, but no one was hurt.

Vapor howls up into the air, blinding your vision for a moment.

“... You stopped it? ”

You hear Hydo mumbling.

What kind of idiot taught him magic?

How many sparks are you talking about, Wizard?

I stood behind Earl Haido on the Silence Step.

“You like wizards. ”

Earl Haido, surprised, turns his head back.

A short word in my hand slit his throat.

Fusschschöm!

“Why don't you try avoiding it with some fancy magic? ”

In my words, Earl Haido shed blood with his neck in place of an answer.

“Glug."

Blood bubbles came from my neck.

It was far too meaningless a death for a wizard, but it was natural.

The real Wizard wasn't the only one like this.

And even the real Wizard doesn't fight the real Weiss Knight in a frontal battle.

And now you're just standing in the middle of the battlefield bragging about this cruel catch?

This is like praying for water to kill me.

“… huh? ”

The enemy froze instantly.

I was more surprised that the wizard died than I was surprised to see the flaming wizard.

A loud voice bursts through the gaps between the surprised soldiers.

“Earl Haido! ”

It was Decillio's cry.

And at the same time, my axe caught his position.

Tupperware!

It was like he suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Jenryd treads on the soldiers' shoulders and heads, running in the air like a charm.

His goal was one.

Taking part in a battle and rushing towards Decillo!

Jenryd's two axes spread out into the air like wings.

And five Royal Guards stood in his way.