From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

It's time to roam the Back Bone Mountains.

“Ugh!”

Ogre yells at you. Digo cut off his vocal cords when he did.

Guillotine was the perfect weapon to cut the head off an ogre.

It was enough to release the power and pull on the axe blade.

Then, as he gasps and writhes his flesh, he falls in blood.

Guillotine has been a great artifact in many ways.

When I was hunting monsters and killing monsters in the Baek Bon Mountains, I also talked to them so they wouldn't get bored.

- Kill him!

The words were crude and not the basis of the conversation, but it was better than being alone.

After months of killing the monster, Digo feels limited.

Skill has not advanced.

I don't have any more strength.

At that time, Guillotine seduced him like a naked woman seducing a boy during puberty.

‘Kill them all. It's easy to kill them all. ’

I don't know what's convenient.

Thank goodness.

Digo doesn't collapse just because he feels limited.

He saw Chris' efforts.

I've seen him guard the battlefield with a burst in his hand, and I've seen him struggle with the vomiting of blood in his skill training.

Am I doing the best I can? ’

I don't know.

Digo wasn't sure.

He just went deeper into the mountains.

There lived a variety of monsters.

A Goblin with two heads was deep within reach of the human footsteps, and an Orc was breathing fire from its mouth.

There was a livery Wyvern and a monster with a snake tail on the lion's head.

Manticore?

He stirs up the mountains and fights.

You think of Manticore as your last opponent and kill the monsters around you one by one.

After that, he grew a beard and killed the last Manticore, and Guillotine didn't talk any more.

“Are you upset?”

The artifact and magical weapon lost its voice, and Digo knew he had grown up.

With his executions in his hands, Digo looks over his head at the Giant's shield and recalls the moment he spent in the Bagbon Mountains.

Giants are noisy like Ogres and ignorant like Black Skin Orcs.

"Power?"

Who's counting?

By the time he didn't have to fight the ogre, Digo had doubted that he was human.

Are Giants stronger than Ogres?

As the shield comes down, the artifact, the executioner, draws a red line up from below.

Kwazak!

Giant's shield was a tribute made of bronze and iron.

With the impact of the weapon, the shield is broken, not split.

Digo reaches up the guillotine as it is.

At the end of the axe, a sharply raised spear darkens one of the giant's eyes.

Puck!

“Hold on!”

The giant shouts.

It was noisy.

He throws out a painful scream and smacks his fist from top to bottom.

Digo looks at his fist and raises his left arm up and throws it outward.

The user exerts more power with less power than the target.

It was also a body skill against two-headed Ogres rolling in the mountains.

I tried to spill it, but I could feel the pressure on my arms. But it wasn't enough that I couldn't stand it.

The giant's body crumbles as he spills his arms to his side.

Digo pulls the guillotine back and draws it forward.

One of the best things about artifacts is understanding and changing the owner's habits.

Guillotine quickly spread the vice throughout the body without the process of pulling the vice up.

Surrounding the whole body with the spread of red energy was an additional effect.

Thanks to Weiss, Digo is full of energy and wields guillotine with all his might.

Aaaaah!

This time, it didn't break. Guillotine vomits with a satisfied howl.

“Glug.”

The giant's jaw cracks from side to side, foaming at the seam.

His insides spill out of his chest, unable to crack open his head.

It must have contained a heart.

Giant's blood is red.

“... Are you a monster? ”

The Black Lion family's prosecutor asks.

“Digo.”

Digo spits out his words and strips away the blood and gut fragments from Gillotin.

“Wow! Looks like we really met one of our bosses. Holy shit! Best! ”

“There's no need to shoot arcs! ”

“Do it. Do you want to play for money? ”

Digo listened and replied. The troops that Grafe and Lynd gave him, the Tribal Mercenaries.

What they did well was to provoke and attract attention or be a messenger. Well, I thought you could handle herbs. You found your way.

“Lord Digo would prefer to fight alone. ”

That's what Grape said.

I admit, I can also do a great commanding job with my eyes open, but my brightest role was leading, not commander.

Fraunmoont's assault commander's position was his.

"I can't give it to Jen Reed. ’

He runs with Guillotine.

Rrrrgh! Three screaming giants rush in.

The whole garrison is marching, making sure the Orc garrison is on fire.

Digo didn't give a shit about it.

There was only one thing he could do on this battlefield.

‘Reduces damage to allies. ’

That is, kill as many enemies as you can with your eyes.

Digo runs down, his right hand grabbing the front of the spear and his left hand behind him.

In a posture where only your left arm is folded up, your right hand appears to support a weapon that is sagging underneath.

‘Windmill.’

It was a posture called the Windmill itself.

“Ugh!”

Digo looks at the running giant, pressing his right hand against the spear, raising his left hand and giving it strength.

The left arm and shoulder muscles swell up like a burst.

Digo runs, keeping two giants in sight. As soon as you reach the target range, you release the pressure on the inflated muscle.

Ugh.

A red line appears in the air and disappears.

It was a line that appeared when I pushed down with my right hand and removed my right hand from the shape that extends with my left hand.

Then the two giant heads cracked open, and yellow brains and blood fell to the floor.

Digo runs, ignoring the split giants.

You see two blue-skinned Trolls running toward you. There was still one giant left.

‘The Trolls said they were excellent at regenerating. ’

Digo grabs Guillotine like he was chopping wood. It was holding the hem with both hands.

“Grrrrr!"

It was a marble, rolling beads of tears. The Troll sees Diego and avoids the guillotine he created.

Digo ignores and punches.

It was an inevitable blow.

Boom!

The thunder will strike and Gillotin will split the Trolls in half.

No matter how powerful the regeneration was, I couldn't survive with my body halved.

I've heard that you can kill a man by blowing his heart out or making his brain fat.

I didn't need any tricks.

In the meantime, there was an Orc running.

He was a brave man.

Digo waits for him to get close, then punches him in the face.

Puck!

His nose recedes in one punch, and his sharp fangs are broken and protrude from all sides.

He falls back into the rain.

Digo clenches his fist.

The Gauntlet was strong.

Grape said he brought a great craftsman here and there, and he was right.

Excellent armor and weapon.

On one side, Chris caught his eye, and Digo killed the Giants, Trolls, and some powerful Orcs.

I killed and killed again.

Vise Knight because it can take on a solo army.

One of the most superior men in all combat was Knight Digo.

“Bring it on!”

Digo shouts. The fire in his chest is still burning.

He wanted to fight more.

* * *

With Digo crushing the enemy and the Black Lion clan on their feet, the wingless hawks of the south were crossing the Orc army faster than anyone else.

It was a battle in the same form as Emila's eyes.

Engaging the enemy, Chris.

Digo is fighting.

And most importantly, killing the enemy commander was Jen Reed and Alice's responsibility.

“Get out of here! ”

Alice runs and stabs Trolls in the neck with an awe-like artifact, Quake.

The man stabbed himself in the neck grazes Alice's armor, and she spits cursing and punches the troll in the face with her elbow.

Puck!

A cheerful sound echoes and the troll's neck snaps at an abnormal angle.

Jenryd looks at it and lightly scoops the axe in her left hand from top to bottom.

The Troll's head snaps and cracks.

“Head, heart. Split up.”

In short, Alice frowns.

“I know. ”

Even the Vigilante Swordsman and the Southern Warriors left behind to impress.

There were three major battlefields.

One on the left with Chris.

That's where Chris caught his eye.

The other one is central.

It was a place where all of Palmer's main troops gathered. There were three generations of knights boasting the Platinum Shield Knights, the Wolves Knights, and the Blue Dragon Knights. There was an open gate with ten thousand foot soldiers, infantry and cavalry protruding out.

The last one was where Digo was. It was the battlefield that was emitting the hottest heat.

He separates the giant and slays the troll, revealing the value of Vise Knight on the battlefield.

Substantially, when the middle battle is lost, this battle is lost.

At least the Three Knights of Armour had to survive to win the battle.

And Jenryd's eyes narrow to the center.

The Gold mercenaries will come tomorrow, the Knights and Warriors of the Dual Moon, but I've decided to hold this day against them.

Rain was a change that brought about the heat of man.

I don't know.

‘I am cautious.’

I thought Jen Reed was onto the operation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone that far leading the Confederate army.

Anyway, Alice and him aim for the gap where the Orcs are careless.

“Monster bastards, the commander begs. ”

The Lord knew the Orc commander. Did you recognize him at first sight?

Chris knew that no matter how much he looked at it, he couldn't see it.

It was strange, but I didn't ask.

Just as he has his own talent, so will he have his own.

Jenryd sharpens her axe once more, not caring about it.

“See?”

Alice shrugs.

“Not yet.”

Jenryd grunts and wields two axes like a windmill.

Puebuck!

The jaws of the two Orcs coming from behind are flattened.

Without screaming or moaning, they die spilling their tongues, teeth and eyes.

“Up!”

“They're killing me! ”

“To Trolls Forward-! ”

It's not all the same in Eastern Continent dialect.

I thought it would stick to the end, but I didn't think so.

I also heard the Ancient Orc for a short time.

“Varde Hol-on! ”

This is familiar. 'For the Holon. ’

“Ventacru, Sirabus! ”

I don't know about this. Jenryd doesn't use her eyes to chase after enemies.

The Ancient Orc is said to be a symbol of class.

What Chris told me was that it was all valid.

It ran where the voice was heard and where Weiss led it.

According to my gut, Yenreed was not a great man to fall behind.

He crosses the battlefield and captures the target.

An Orc with an eye patch in one eye.

I saw it.

“Alice.”

As I summoned her, Alice, who swung her sword like a bee and killed a few Orcs, approached him.

I came as far as I could. so that only two assaults do not attract attention.

But that was it, too.

Now it was his turn to charge.

“Me first? ”

“Me."

Jenryd grumbles at Alice.

Where are you leading the charge?

Digo's been craving it all day.

The assault commander at Fraunmoont is himself.

Jenryd looks forward with two of her axes and focuses her mind.

I don't know about the others, but the way Jenryd awakened the vice was simple.

Focus. It was enough to feel the horror of the axe blade.

It was a level of talent that could not be expressed.

If Weiss' layers were a bit more detailed, he would not be at the highest level today.

"Phew."

He exhales with blue energy. Covered by the rain, the blue breath quickly dissipates.

“Humans!”

The loud noises of the surrounding Orcs point to the two.

Jenryd runs, ignoring him.

Tak.

My body was lighter as a wing in a light stretch of foot.

How do the others use vice?

At least it wouldn't be like you. Weiss, who melted the Southern warrior's skills, suddenly passed by the foot and stayed on his thigh.

Is this a natural thing?

I didn't know.

I didn't want to know. Jenryd raises an axe in the face of a charging enemy weapon.

A stirring axe blade.

The downpour.

The self that pierces through it.

An ax blade cracked an Orc's neck. Between the weapons they surrendered, you dig a hole.

The path of blood begins to form as he passed by.

‘Let's ask for a better axe. ’

That's what Jen Reed thought. Should I ask for it in return for my masterpiece?

Let's just ask.

I was curious as to why I didn't just give it to everyone else.

Furverbuck!

Every time his axe moves, his head cracks open and his throat is slit.

Occasionally, I used my feet to kick the Orc's ankles and fall, swinging the axe and stabbing it in the head with my knees.

Puck!

The head of the fallen Orc has been crushed by a knee guard.

Get up with a rebound and axe again.

Squeak! Phew!

I'm starting to feel the rough skin of the well-cut ones.

No matter how good the millstone was and how well it was sharpened, the day would break.

‘I also need a good axe. ’

I've never blamed it on a weapon before, but I suddenly got my hopes up.

Jen leads, Alice follows.

The speed at which the two vice knights pierce the path is astonishing.

It was the end of the road.

“Oh, shit. ”

Alice said.

Fifteen Orcs with spears.

Pretending was not lower than myself. Alice with a quake brings the sword to the center of her body.

Defensive posture. Jenryd crosses the axe blade and asks.

"Trap?"

Jenryd senses that she's in an awkward moment.

He was usually the least talkative person around him, but now he needed time to understand the situation.

He narrows his eyes and asks, blocking the rain.

“We've been waiting. ”

I graciously mixed the Orc accent.

“Damn you, human. Who are you to say that? ”

The Orc in the middle shouts. He uncovers the blindfold.

My eyes were fine.

I told the commander to keep quiet, so he won't have to.

‘Clearly a trap. ’

Where did the enemy commander go?

I was just wondering.

“Where's the commander? ”

I asked Alice if she seemed fun.

It's not a good time to smile, but seeing it, Jenryd grins.

“You don't need to know. You're all gonna die. ”

I felt like I should stop following him.

Fifteen Orc Warriors, presumed Third Prize Warriors.

If I did wrong, I had to bury the bones here.

‘Read, Chris. ’

Jen reads in her mind.

You move to strike back at the enemy, but the enemy hits behind you.

“Hey, Jen Reed. I used to think you were such a man. ”

Alice put her back into it.

Maybe she felt the warmth of the air.

“I'm not. ”

Jenryd replies in a hurry.

“…… this bastard? ”

Alice said it roughly, back-to-back. And so began the battle.