From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Hülken said he killed a Troll warrior or something.

“You bastards, you're so unfaithful! ”

A knight who single-handedly slaughtered, dismantled, and defeated all of the enemy's main forces.

“Canneruck!”

“Yes."

Canneruck approaches his summons, grabbing the forearm of the orc above his head.

The battle was fierce, but there were very few casualties. It was all because of an article called Wheelken.

I couldn't help but be surprised at the sight of him running around and cutting his head off.

The corpse without a neck is packed where he passed.

“Phew, Phew."

The battle is over.

The commander of Armstrong also took a breath and naturally stood next to the canoe.

Whether it was the stench or the rain and moist air, my nose ate.

“What do you think? ”

With Whelken buried underneath and endlessly, Armstrong's commander blinks.

Canneruck answered.

“After the meeting, it will take some time to get to the battlefield. ”

It said that if we want to go back and join the battlefield again, the route will be longer.

“That's progress, isn't it? ”

“If the enemy can use it, it's only natural that allies can use it. ”

Commander Palmoon understood the great story just then.

He was a working man, too.

“You're just going to run down this road like this? ”

Instead of answering, Whelken takes a step toward his path.

The Ludwig Knights followed. No one questioned anyone.

Unlike loyalty, the air surrounded the intestine.

‘You're right to follow that article’. I was sure of that from the Knights.

"Isn't it reckless? ’

Commander Armstrong hastily grabs the Canneruck's wrist.

“A man doesn't have a habit of getting his wrists caught. ”

“Are you kidding me? We're just gonna go behind enemy lines like this? ”

Canneruck helped him understand.

“Good opportunity. Can you imagine who would follow this path? And it's raining here, so the Orcs are curious. How bad can they be out here? What do you think we'll see when we hit back like this? ”

The commander blinks a few times and raises his hand to wipe off the rain.

“Orc commander? ”

“Correct.”

Along with that, the canoe follows the wheelchair.

Will you turn all your specialties over to the Knights of Cercado?

Armstrong's commander shouts after a brief thought.

“All troops, there is no rest. Breaking News!”

Soon, the Knights of the Walls of Whelken destroyed the enemy's Star Party and moved along the enemy's path.

* * *

I could not suddenly become a genius strategist, seeing the invisible situation with just a few words that the experience level had risen.

I admitted it earlier.

When I saw the Gennery Wolves moving the Wolves, I realized.

I saw the Noble Dragon fighting in front of the Blue Dragon Knights again.

One moves the knights from behind and the other takes the lead, even if it takes the loss of power.

They were certainly experienced commanders.

Fortunately, I had someone to fill my vacancy.

Lynd wrote the draft of this operation.

I was just saying.

“That kid back there is a cripple. A very mean cub with dozens of worms in it."

“That's a compliment, right? ”

“An enemy, but you have to admit. ”

The Orc commander had more tactical moves than me and tools to use in large rotations.

Power? The target is inferior.

But I wasn't pushed. How is that possible?

It hides its strength for a single fight and survives as if it were a solid wall.

It reads and moves human psychology.

The Orc Commander, Little Boy, is confident in turning this war upside down in one battle.

That's how I felt. And then what?

It was not a matter of confidence, it was a matter of sure means.

A means to take minimal damage and draw out enemies in this battle.

I needed it.

“I want to get it out. Get that son of a bitch in front of me. ”

I asked for it.

Lind hears it.

“Yes, Lord. ”

He stumbles and moves.

“Emiliano, vulgar, grumpy. ”

Lind mutters to herself as a habit and drafts the operation.

I also became part of the operation.

It started with me, Digo, and Alice and Jenryd decorated it beautifully.

“You'll be isolated. ”

Concerned about Alice and Jenryd, he replies.

“What are you worried about? ”

Lind clasped her throat with her bare hands.

“There will be a Knight of the Forgotten. ”

Understanding the nature of our knight and his path.

Lynd's eyes glow brightly.

He crosses his thumb from his calf to his index finger, sticking his fingertips together and then taking off. It was an old habit.

It was also a sign that his head was spinning.

I don't think anyone will be as flexible in a small battle as me.

Alice's talent for swordsmanship.

Royse's talent for judgment.

Everyone's great.

But this son of a bitch was born different. It wasn't because he was my friend.

Even though I lost my leg, all I had to do was eat the nobles' rust.

What is genius?

They were fearless geniuses to me.

I only see what is in front of me under any circumstances. I do my best in that situation.

Lind did.

Funnily enough, it was a strategy, not a scam, that started based on what I told you in Emilinun.

Who is the most edible food on this battlefield?

Who is the hungriest in the battlefield?

Once, who has to die in order to win or lose a battle?

“Assassin!”

A name that calls out to me.

“Monster Slayer! ”

That name I hear from the enemy.

The one who cast the biggest shadow on this battlefield.

Orcs must be killed.

In order to do that, I need you to pull out your sharpest knife.

This is the end of Linds' drawing.

I wanted this son of a bitch in front of me.

How many humans have eaten since this bastard stabbed and killed him in his previous life?

I always wanted to kill the kid. I didn't want to miss it.

If we'd taken the damage and led the battle to victory in the usual way, he would have taken it.

But we didn't.

I saw enough gaps.

This is the picture I wanted.

“Lord!"

Lind shouts.

When the vice is cut off, it means that the superhuman's power is lost momentarily.

Ah, I knew you'd be worried.

My vice's endurance, which did not reach the fifth floor, was not so hard.

Lynd Sonate, nice guy.

I closed my eyes. My sixth instinct triggered me to grab the Blade of the Kid.

Kick!

As you hold the dragon vertically, fire shoots through the rain.

Once, we stop his attack, the vice that started from his left foot is cut off.

"Must be at least 4 floors. ’

That's all you are, a first-class warrior.

Weiss levels similar to mine, between floors 4 and 5.

Your body will also be as refined as mine.

What about technology?

He was not the unilateral type. A type of hunter who hides himself in the dark and stabs his target.

The completeness of the skill is commendable.

You pull up the rest of the vice, starting from the back of your left foot.

Then I opened my eyes. It was in the direction of my senses and my sixth sense.

I'm detecting hostiles. When I look at you and point the gun at you, he says,

“You're dead. ”

I was convinced. You can see an Orc squeezing its fangs through the rain and shining one eye.

“Lord!"

Lind shouts.

“Save the Perth. ”

I recited it briefly.

[Vise Skill: 48]

It was now at the level of the Tempest Tower carved on my left foot.

I gave up on the disconnected vice.

“Hey, Orcs. ”

“Khh.”

He grins with his fangs pointed out. You're so ugly.

“My master is the one who kills the vice knights without vice. ”

And I am the teacher's apprentice, Weiss Knight.

Teenage tech smashes weapons.

Twenties of them danced.

And the thirties beat Vice Knight. No, I killed him.

Boom!

I hit the ground based on my physical strength.

I can see the Orc crossing two Daggers. I didn't miss a glimpse of the enemy.

That was enough.

I held the spear of the dragon wide open and pierced the centre of the enemy, drawing a short line.

Kick!

The creature's defensive technique is almost stunning. You crossed two Daggers to stop the end of the spear.

I pushed with all my might. He pushed me back. You start waltzing 13 times, pushing backwards.

Toxicology!

My dancing in the falling rain was cheerful.

Boom, boom, boom!

A myriad of fire pools filled in between the two. The heat rises through the rain.

I'm glad I have the mercenary in my hand.

At least I'm not worried about breaking it.

I turned the duel into a mocking dance and sprinkled the snake's tongue.

A dagger struck my helmet, avoiding the heads of nine snakes.

I'm fine.

I snapped my neck to the side, but my helmet fell off.

Kaga River!

While the dung was splattering, I turned it into the prelude to the storm. Your foot touches the mud floor and drops faster.

The spear spreads with countless scatterings.

The raindrops burst everywhere.

A young Orc swiftly swings two daggers. As much rain fell from the sky, it poured over my whole body.

I grabbed the center of the spear and turned.

Ta-da-da!

The sound of the dagger encountering the spear makes another note.

I couldn't stop them all.

One in the thigh, one in the forearm, one in the shoulder.

I got hit with a knife.

Goddamn it, can you go any faster?

The Orc cub is controlling its speed.

I thought I could hold him off with my spear and my armor.

How a thirty year old tech killed the vice knight.

He used speed and power to push the limits of the flesh.

Dance that pushes the limits of the body.

Skill does so without moving as fast as Vise Knight, because it's too much work to kill the opponent.

And I made mine.

I recall the sound of the storm that swept through the fortress in Armstrong. A grand orchestra with simple beats.

The theologian says,

‘God's merciless orchestra. ’

I swing as hard as I can.

Boom!

The Orcs have not underestimated me, but have stopped me from striking. He flies back.

Even without vice, this power doesn't go away!

I was able to keep my distance for a few moments because his foot was about to hit in the air.

I was given only a short time.

It was a short moment that was coming forward faster than it was going backwards.

There was one more thing I needed to dance to.

Well, I'm not a tech. Well, they're not just vice knights.

He never let his guard down.

The imprint on the back and both wing bones bloomed.

A study of geniuses continued, and the results were in my head.

Why do we have to do just one vice technique?

The one on your left foot, Tempest Tower.

The engraving on your back, it's a whole new thing that's made of the same basic technique.

It's just that the primordial is an arm's length thing.

The name is' Dragon Chewing Rose ’or‘ Dragon Rose ’.

The dragon with the face of a rose was branded on my back.

Both wingbones have given me more power than a human can bear.

[Vise Skill: 33]

Visual skill set aside from the back of the left foot.

Double level, but that was enough.

I held out my spear with both hands, ridiculously studying the speed at which I had been naked until now.

Whew! Heave-ho!

The thunder of the storm is blowing through the rain.

Falling into it is a spear pretending to be lightning.

This dance is about pushing my muscles and strength to the limit.

Boom!

A cheerful noise bursts through the air.

A spear slammed against the young dagger pierces his shoulder.

“Up!”

He vomits and twists his dagger.

I follow the warning of the senses and strike the dagger close to the path, causing the spear to snap.

Thump!

You block one dagger with a spear and the other with a ship. Pain follows, as if pierced in the stomach, but not pierced.

The armor was pierced, but my physician survived.

And my spear pierces his thigh.

A rain rain poured down through the hole in my thigh that was crushed to the bone. Green blood spattered.

I retrieved the spear, chewed through the pain, and swallowed it twice more.

The spear stopped when it pierced his waist and chest again.

Four stabs lead to a fall.

Shoulders and thighs, chest and stomach.

Two fists decorate his body with holes wide enough to pass through. It was made by a rotating window.

“Orr."

He lets out a short groan instead of a horse, wielding his dagger with his trembling hands.

Is it still a struggle?

Or is it just instinctively swinging?

I kicked his sword with my foot.

I grabbed the upward dagger with my bare hands. The blade was a short, black knife.

I tightened it as soon as I held it in my hand. It was not unusual.

I stuck it right in his head.

Boom!

The cracking of the skull rings.

No matter how much rain was poured, I couldn't cool down on a hot day.

The muscles that crossed the limit scream and burn hot.

I turned away from the nearby battle and raised my head in front of the Orc corpse.

Rain pouring.

Blood, guts, pain, spears.

Left foot and shoulder, two vices.

I wanted to let it out because the heat had risen physically and emotionally.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

I spit out a victory cry to the sky.

At the end of that harsh shout, the fighting around me stopped for a moment.

Orcs who fought and soldiers who were about to die.

Lynd and Perth all stopped. Lind watches over the Perth and lets out snow.

Green blood, viscera, and flesh spots were all around it.

The first thing that came to my mind was the Perth.

Maybe it wasn't more intense than Lynd? Or was it just a little less breathing?

“I won! I killed the enemy! ”

Perth shouts.

Green skin monsters gaze on one side with their photo-explosion gone.

It was the place where their gaze was directed, as the load was pouring down and wetting the ground.

There, their first warriors spilled their blood and intestines with holes in their bodies.

The perforated body is dull.

I raised my spear against the shout of victory.

At that moment, an Orc shouted.

“Hol-on!”

And then he started running.

They weren't necessarily looking for God for battle.

They were on the run, too.

“... I won! ”

A soldier shouted.

Immediately, the cry swept over the battlefield.

“The slayer wins! ”

“Assassin!”

“Former Chris! ”

The rain didn't stop, but the battle was over here.