From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Lord runs through the darkness and takes his place.

He hears his glave parallel to the ground, with no choice to hide.

He grabbed the grip with both hands and pulled back as far as he could.

After a human in white armor, he doesn't look back at himself.

You show the strength you hid just before the attack, and Lord's eyes turn red.

Grasped hands, full grip.

Lord swings Glaive.

It was a transverse cut, chewing even the sound of waves.

* * *

The human body is small and weak.

No matter how you wear armor, your breath dies.

At least not to my eyes.

"Bang!"

Evasive action!

I stopped breathing and cried out as I vomited fire.

Chris didn't understand me. I hit the ground at the same time as I shouted.

Turns Chris' face.

Flying blades.

I saw two overlaps.

Blades and shadows, Chris and Blades.

I hit the ground. It was instinctive and reflexive.

And the Glaive blade that the Orcs wielded struck my side.

I remember the moment I was born.

Cold air.

Hot breath.

There is an enemy and Orloth between them.

He grabbed my legs and looked at me, breastfed me, and raised me.

Whoo-hoo!

The moment the hot feeling of the blade pierced my side, I burst into flames.

Glug glug!

The flame blinds your vision. The red blood spurt from my body flew towards the flames.

* * *

I didn't feel free to look at the white fur in front of my eyes.

I reached out my hand.

The pumpkin's hot body touched. I grabbed the hair and pulled it.

It's gonna hurt, but hold on.

A pumpkin hugged me. Oh, it's heavy.

But it's not enough to knock him out.

I took five steps back with the pumpkin.

Your hands are damp. The darkness is not a big obstacle to Vise Knight.

I could see the liquid soaked on the gauntlet, even in the damn darkness.

It was red, and in the air of the battlefield, it smelled one of the most abundant.

Pumpkin's blood flows over his hands as if it were a clear stream.

I gripped the air as if I could hold it. Blood splattered.

“Pumpkin.”

I silently summoned my wolf.

“Grrrr.”

The wolf closes its eyes and quietly snaps its neck.

Does it hurt?

It can't hurt, can it?

You see the scar on your side. It was a good thing my body wasn't cut in half.

I took the herb out of my arms, put it on the wound of a pumpkin, and wring it with my hands.

A few herbs mixed together and turned into black water. I ripped off my hand and drained the herbs.

“Assassin!”

You hear the voice of the Norver Dragon.

“Huff..."

The pumpkin groans.

Hahaha, this is nice.

“Why did you do that? ”

I patted the pumpkin on its back. Meanwhile, I can see the Orc Warrior approaching.

After all, he was a first-class warrior, a second-class warrior, or a warrior.

I watched him hammer from top to bottom.

Slowly. I tuck my chin into position and reach for my fist.

The tip of your fist pulls your arm as soon as your fist hits the point.

It was disconnected.

Boom! Boom!

You hear the broken fingers of the Orc holding the hammer.

“Up!”

When he screams at the pain, I swing him across with a hammer falling from his hand.

An Orc with a hammer burst its head.

Puck!

I turned to look at the dead Orcs.

I stabbed him in the back.

“Lucky me. ”

Orc Lord said = C.

An earring made of bones and a circular accessory pierced through the lips with a kidney and broad shoulders that are superior to other Orcs.

Eyes glowing red. Glaive in hand.

‘Physics and Technology. ’

The Standing Man's posture allows you to guess the extent of his training.

Orc bodies are superior to Humans.

Added effort to it.

What made him try?

What made this Orc king?

Fuck, I don't even want to know.

Who cares?

I got into position with the dragon's bow.

I can feel the norse dragon clinging to my right back.

I can feel the situation around me clearly, but I missed him earlier.

What's the matter with you?

"You mean you have a knack for hiding your body? ’

This is the same technique that Adulla used in Emilinun.

You learned that from this guy.

“Pumpkins protect me. Please don't get hurt. ”

“…… Of course. ”

The Nober Dragon moves. He heads for the pumpkin.

“You want to do this alone? ”

What the fuck are Orcs talking about? Have you come to discuss this beautifully with me?

I reached out my spear.

Ground!

Lord averts my stabbing with the Glaive's side.

Those aren't ordinary weapons either.

No scratches or scuffs on the surface.

My eyes saw no damage to the Glaive at this short moment.

I grabbed the bouncing spear and stabbed it again.

Kick!

He stopped it again, and I repeated it.

As you lower your spear and move into position, a stupid Orc gets caught in the middle.

“Org.”

The embarrassed man mutters.

Ignored.

I put out my spear.

Soon, Glaive of Orc Road and my spear met in the air countless times.

Ta-da, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta, ta!

A sudden burst of fire erupts from the surroundings.

The Orc in between became ground meat. He and I ignored the blood spatter and did our best to kill each other.

Aim for the top right and center.

Kick!

He's blocked the Glaive Spear.

It was a trick to get applause if I held it in the distance.

It's like the end of a spear hits the center of a spear and comes back.

‘Power is superior to opponents. ’

Thunderstruck the spear from top to bottom.

His Glaive rises from below.

Kick!

The moment he struck, he pulled his strength from his wrist.

I pulled out my spear at the same time.

You're good with your skills.

At the same time, he spurted out the tongues of nine snakes.

My step on the ground was already dancing to mock the duel.

The twinkling starlight has vanished between him and me countless times.

Although humans breathe into the lungs, systemic muscles also required similar respiration.

The anaerobic attack could not continue forever.

Your muscles will be overloaded.

Who cares about this son of a bitch, me, or Stamina?

The bastard Orc Road did not measure the length of his Stamina.

How dare you.

He gives me his arm unhesitantly.

To be precise, I tried to block my stab with my left forearm.

I've disabled his defenses.

Boom!

The iron armor bounces off the swinging spear, and my spear pierces his arm.

Puck!

I felt the sensation in my hand with the spear.

I tried to retrieve the spear. But I didn't move.

His arm muscles grip the spear.

Shit, that's how you use your muscles?

It was between failing to recover the window.

His Glaive blade fell on my head.

Split your breathing and split your breathing again.

I danced to the beat of the storm.

Pak.

I can't believe you're using this as an evasion, not an attack.

It seemed to slow down everywhere, and I took a step back.

I couldn't avoid it completely. I gave him my forearm.

The moment his Glaive blade hits your forearm, you twist.

He pushes with all his might.

Idiot.

I used the power he inflicted to pull myself back.

I feel a hook and air rushing forward.

Ta-ah!

The noise rang late, and there was room between him and me.

There was a long mark on Yolin's armpit.

Suddenly, the surroundings were wide open.

Orcs, humans or not, have moved around us both. I had to.

An Orc nearby during the first brawl turns out to be meat stuffed by a storm swirled by him.

“Whew.”

I picked my breath. Let's not get excited.

I wanted to turn my gaze towards the pumpkin. But I couldn't take my eyes off that opponent.

But I felt it.

The persistence of pumpkins.

His burning flame.

‘He's not dead. ’

That's enough. I have a second gift in my arms from Armstrong's note.

Hang in there, pumpkin.

I blinked. There was no need to discriminate, but there was no need to get too excited.

“I won. ”

Rod says he pulled out the arrow in my forearm.

The green blood spilled and stopped quickly.

Are your muscles moving spontaneously and blocking the wound?

They can't even do Trolls. I think I can catch him and sell him to the circus troupe.

“You don't have a weapon. ”

Bandages, jaws.

As he spoke, my wounded arm flew me into the air and straightened me out.

Glaive in your right hand, brave in your left.

I'm not familiar with that Glaive, but I think I know what it is.

I once again made myself a treasure hunter.

Effect of eliminating the magical power of colliding weapons.

And a silver glow.

Nicknamed ‘Magic Hunter’ because he was bewitched by a grant spell that excludes magic.

It was an artifact.

But was that originally an Orc Lord weapon?

I don't think I've ever heard that before in my entire history.

“You talk too much. Bastard.”

I took eight throwing daggers from my arms and held them in both hands.

What difference does it make if you don't have one?

He's hit the ground again.

Yeah, that's right. It changes a lot.

“Kuang!"

He cries out for help. The horror reaches you first.

My body tried to harden.

“Hot!"

You thrust him back into battle and throw eight throwing daggers at him.

Thydydiding!

He swings the Glaive and the dragon, one of which bounces off his fangs.

Boom!

His Glaive falls to where I was.

The ground is receding. The soil splashes. You step back and move toward the crowd.

Let me borrow it.

You bend the arm of the Orc with the hammer in front of you.

Win.

You hear the sound of bones engaging.

In the meantime, the man who narrowed the streets stabbed me with his mercenary arrows.

I encountered the spear of the dragon with a hammer taken from me in a short space.

The dung doesn't budge. It's just a puffy hammer.

It's really sharp!

You throw the hammer in your hand and lean back. A window blade passed over my body.

I rolled to my side.

I'm fine!

The mercenary spear slams the floor. He's ignorantly strong.

He was as strong as Digo and as weak as Lind.

Orc Road.

“Syrabus!”

He shouts, "Bullshit, and I answer."

“Puppy!”

Bang! Bang!

The Orcs where I was approaching the ground exploded and fled.

“They're getting away!”

“Up!"

A herd of Orcs lost their minds in a frenzy quickly came to their senses.

Five of their kings died with their weapons in their hands.

“You look like a mouse! ”

“By human standards, I'm incredibly handsome. That's an insult! Orc! ”

“Shut up!”

“You made the call! ”

Damn, I can't breathe when I'm running.

It would be like voices echoing in the air, leaving a residual image for others to see.

The Orc Road has stopped.

“Him."

I stopped, too.

“What?"

I had a few extra smoke rounds in my lap.

Poison is not a viable match.

First of all, this was a little wrong.

“Are you over the fifth floor? ”

I asked. Rod shows his fangs.

Is that a smile? You're not crying, are you?

“On a human basis, yes. ”

Huh, that's ridiculous.

The oak goes beyond the fifth floor of the Weiss performance.

He appears to be on the sixth floor.

The nickname on the sixth floor is Wish.

Wherever the whole body wants to go, the vice moves.

His limbs twitch.

Come again?

I needed time. But he didn't give you a break.

But I'm letting you go.

He's the one who's going to turn the tide.

I hope Wheelken gets here. Will he kill all five of them and come back in one piece?

“The arrogant man. ”

He mutters. His eyes are redder.

You bastard, be disgraceful.

This is what you do with your advantage?

“I pulled out what I was hiding. ”

Lord mutters, red smoke gathering around his mouth.

It seemed to have opened a very special beginning.

Humans built dedicated armor to harness the vice.

The Orcs couldn't do it, so they chose another way.

They've created a minefield and mixed the vise with it.

The red breath from Lord's mouth slowly dissipates.

I saw it and woke up the fourth vice.

It belongs to the Platinum Shield family.

Position is below belly button, lower abdomen.

Dragon rose on the back, ember wolf on the shin.

And the lower abdomen says, "White serpent with fins. ’

The original pattern of the Platinum Shield was a powerful snake.

I interpreted and changed it as I wished.

Coil Snake.

[The fourth vice has been opened.]

I heard the artifact's voice. That's nice of you.

“Aarggghhh!"

And after meeting the Orcs, the most intense clash erupted.

The body of the Orc King exudes red energy.

It could be fatal if you just touch it.

Boom!

He's hit the ground.

It's nice to wake up the fourth vice, but I don't think this will kill him.

Shit, I need time.

The Orc Road was stronger than I expected.

Huang!

The Glaive Blade is closing in on you.

I couldn't help but faint. I kicked the skull of an Orc under my feet.

The head of an Orc hit his forearm cracked open.

Woodpeck. Yeah.

Blood spilled from the cracked head spreads to the sides of the occipital ledge.

Meanwhile, I threw a smoke grenade.

Boom!

Black smoke has spread. It won't be the same as the darkness.

Of course, this wasn't all of it.

This won't buy us any time.

‘You're slowing down. ’

I spit in my gut. I didn't think I'd kill him alone because I didn't set my sights on the level of the Orc Lord.

So I prepared a move.

As the smoke of the smoke scattered.

A small, shaped human stands in front of the Orc Road, emitting a red light.

He's a slow walker.

Armor with the face of a dark-bitten beast.

It's wrapped around it.

“Are you Orc Road? ”

A beast in armor opens his mouth.

Master Delhen.

He was a man called the Sword King.

You were wounded when you stepped away from five Orcs?

Nonsense.

He's a knight with the title "Sword King" and "Master."

I mean, it's all a hoax. You don't have to show everything you've got if you're gonna lose anyway.

He was smart.

“Buy me some time! ”

I shouted. The Sword King did not answer.

Instead, I started a conversation between Lord and the weapon.