From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The connection to sustainable combat was all it needed.

Lind inherited what Chris had made.

Despite the sight of the blade aiming for the vice knights, he insisted on the silent task.

I hold the stone and recite the starter language, and sometimes I shout in a vise.

“The Knights of the Wall -! ”

Canneruck fills a gap in response to the shout.

Fraunmutt's movements seemed to have filled a large barrel with water and left the barrel's nostrils partly open on purpose.

‘A gap, a gap. ’

Vise Knight stops them alone as hordes of enemies approach. It was a means to create a relatively superior battlefield.

It was simple. And as simple as that, it was almost retaliation.

The enemy's vice warrior begins to move. The battlefield is raging.

At that point, Lind thought:

There is no retreat.

And we must not lose our troops. There were few things you could do on your own.

No, from now on, there's no room for that.

Lind sees the shadows rushing towards her. There are five shadows filled with the will to kill.

‘Minimum of 4 floors. ’

The sixth sense warns Lynd.

“Commander!"

Aaron raises his bow, shouting. Lind didn't stop him. There was no time for that.

Tupperware!

Sensitive members of the crow squad fire arrows at the shadows.

Five arrows flew in.

Three of the running fairies strike their arrows with their swords, and they grab them and throw them aside.

I didn't think I could catch an arrow made of steel.

But Lind focuses on delivering the command instead of shooting the arrow.

The stone rings and Lind plucks out the snow.

Chang!

Immediately after pulling out, I raised my sword parallel to the ground.

Ta-da!

A fairy blade falls over it. Lind retreats behind bars, preventing the attack. The shaking of my hands followed.

Before resolving the shock, the five fairy warriors marched in horror at him.

* * *

Digo leaves the front of the cavalry and starts running alone.

Three, two? ’

You feel a speculation aiming at you. Digo aims for speculation and swings Guillotine toward the blocking fairy warrior.

A few fairies take up a brown shield and block his axe spear.

Though his feet fell backwards in the air, he did not die.

This was enough to stop him.

Why aren't you coming? ’

Looking down at the man, Digo thinks, Despite numerous gaps, the enemy does not target itself.

I didn't know why.

Digo runs towards the fallen fairy.

“Aah!”

The user sighs. The user postpones an unforgivable knight who blocked the target's axe spear.

Several other warriors push in their shields. Digo pulls the axe spear from top to bottom, controlling its power.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the arms of the two shielded fairies are bent at an unbreakable angle.

Digo kicks the head of a fairy who's lost his shield.

The elf's body collapses short of a dry, cracked head and broken neck.

Digo swings his axe spear sharply. The other noble warrior who was aiming for himself retreats.

"Why?"

Still, the enemy didn't target himself. It still appeared to be two or three enemies.

Instead of a sensitive sensation, it's hard to accurately identify the target due to its heavy vice knight.

Digo makes an impression on himself, but the outside screams of victory.

“Wooooo!”

The beast explodes and Digo moves again.

If the enemy is waiting for him to tire, he should be told it's useless.

He opens numerous gaps to make it easier for his enemies to target and starts swinging guillotine again.

About the same time, five hundred elf archers head for Hülken and start shooting arrows.

“My armor is called the Wall. ”

Wheelken mutters.

Ta-da!

The arrow flies away, leaving no trace of its armor.

The nickname given to Vice Knights on the fifth floor is Fogarten Weight.

He forgets his weight and wraps himself in heavy armor. Hülken lowers his helmet visor and resists the baptism of arrows.

A fairy archer silently fires an arrow. Whelken decides to sail through the waves made of arrows.

It was enough to charge in. On the contrary, it was enough to wait.

Wheelken recalls an arrow is a consumable. I also remembered that the human side in this war is more disadvantageous.

"Burn it."

If you wanted to use a few thousand arrows for yourself, you could have just taken them all.

Wheelken tied his feet like that. There were many others on this battlefield besides themselves.

Royse looks at the falling jab and judges.

One of them was a trick, and the other was aiming between the crotch.

“You're crazy!”

Why are you still after the bachelor's stuff?

With a shout, he swings his sword. Instead of a single blade, a sword with a double blade leaves a shadow in front of him.

Tsk!

The user bounces off the attack and regains its position. Royse bounces his left foot back, bouncing his torso.

Suddenly, there were three of him.

Fibbing!

Two arrows fly from one of your vision.

‘It's annoying.’

Two Vice Warriors and an elusive archer.

They weren't the ones to take care of on short notice. No, I could take care of it in a heartbeat, but the problem was archery.

‘If we run the protest, it's going to be a problem. ’

The U-Novan Knights are spreading their siege net widely over the area.

I didn't want the Ulnovan Knights to get hurt. I couldn't stop them all if the archers were after the Regular Knight.

We can't pinpoint the location of the bowman with Royse's senses right now.

Running away will be as annoying as finding a squirrel hiding in the mountains.

Whether to take the damage and solve the problem now, or to solve it slowly over time, Lois had to choose.

Chamberlain Chaebol!

Royse swings his sword at the flying jab in the middle of his thoughts.

His red sword flares with fury.

Bloop!

A flame erupts from the air, but the herd does not panic. They measure the streets calmly and are out of Royse's range.

Royse was able to see the situation through her ability to descend from the Eulnovan family line for generations.

His judgment always found the best path, and now he can roll his head with it.

‘Do not battle. ’

The bowman and the knife man in front of him were the same.

‘Quitting time. ’

Royse was occasionally creeped out. If there was a madman who had foreseen this situation, I was sure he wouldn't do it.

Alice meets a similar opponent in the midst of Royse's flirting with the enemy.

“It's you.”

The nobleman holds a square, sharp sword. It was a very different type of weapon than the jab that was held by another nobleman.

His black tip is long enough to be dragged to the ground, and the elf stands with his arms hanging low.

Alice frowns as soon as she hears the opposing team's voice.

With the Vitalian stone not crying, there was no time to retreat.

Alice stops at one of the earliest whispers, sweeping her opponent up and down.

It was a godforsaken elf.

Alice, of course, thought all deadbeats looked like shit.

“Yes, it's me. ”

Alice replied.

The elf tilts his head.

“Do you know who I am? ”

“He's got pointy ears."

Alice's intoxication did not stop the continent and its kind.

“I am the brother of the warrior you killed. ”

The elf said.

Alice thought, did I kill one or two of them? There must have been over a hundred kills just galloping through the battlefield.

How many vice warriors are there in between?

“I don't know. Queek, if you want to play a game, come on. ”

Alice stopped thinking. If you're here to fight, you can fight. What's with all the talk?

“She's an Orc bitch. ”

The horse is stuck in my ear.

“Come on, you little prick, you're gonna be alone for the rest of your life. ”

Unfortunately, the fairy did not understand half of Alice's bitterness.

He holds up his flattering sword. I felt a heavy weight.

"With strength?"

Alice explores the opposing team in a reflexive manner. Some seemed to be in good harmony with strength and skill, and some were as lax as the ones who had just seen the sword.

An unbearable opponent.

“I already have a wife. ”

The elf said.

“Well done, married man. ”

Alice shudders and quakes.

Boom!

She has wings on her back. Her sword is already filled with the blood of many fairies.

So the fairy warrior who stopped him knew her specialty.

A unique sword that crushes enemies within range of quick feet and swords.

A swordsman capable of fierce fighting there.

The elf reaches for the human woman who killed her brother.

If I had a blade that crushes everything at close range, I'd fight it off the street.

Alice's wings aren't even close. It was the moment I pushed the ground into the soles of my feet to narrow the streets.

La-la-la-lak!

The elf's blade grows. Alice breaks her back, reflexively.

The blade falls, curved from top to bottom.

Beat it with Quake wings to the stretching shadow, Tidyding! I heard the cry of steel.

Alice thought the shock in her hands was mild.

And the blade, which you thought you stopped, falls down, wrapping it around a quake.

The vice rises. Alice draws her sword and rolls to her side, releasing a force close to her supernatural strength.

Rawr!

The grip of the sword is full of feelings of snagging. At the same time, a burning sensation passed over my shoulder.

A similar noise is heard from the blade of the shoulder and quake.

Instead of stepping back and rolling and placing your hands on the floor, Alice rises up on her thighs and ankles with a quake pointed in front of her.

There was fog in front of my eyes.

“Beyond the courtship bay is here! ”

The moment I heard Bayern's voice, Alice cried out.

“Don't come! ”

The fog is thick, and you see the enemy's weapon wandering beyond it.

Shame on you.

A whip tied to the enemy's black middle chain.

It wasn't a sword. Alice knew that damn deadbeat wasn't just a warrior.

‘Deception.'

It was full of them. He pretended to be a warrior and actually held a vice.

But his vice couldn't tell if it was gold, silver or fairy tale, like a coin in the deep water.

It was not because of the characteristics of Weiss. Alice had seen a similar fairy not long ago.

The ability to scatter the senses.

‘Function.’

The fog darkened, obstructing my vision, and soon I couldn't hear a sound.

“Courtship...! ”

“Don't come! ”

Alice shouts ferociously, and straightens up her sword.

Ground!

The incisor slashes at the blade. Alice pushes back, hitting the rocking pieces one by one. It was almost a trick to strike each sword at an unexpected angle.

The incision sword that returns into the mist looks like a snake.

“Does it hurt?"

The elf asked.

“Huh."

Alice answered honestly. The left shoulder is shredded in the first attack.

It's not a bloody wound, but the muscle is torn.

It was a wound that seemed to have lodged its shoulder in the saw blade. Alice lowers her left arm and raises a quake.

She loses an arm.

Barnes is busy crossing the battlefield, filling in the gaps.

Suddenly, a thin area of the surrounding network began to form, and Barnes ran diligently, looking at the gap.

At some point, however, the Vitality Stones did not weep, making it difficult to maintain a siege.

You can see the Knights and the cavalry retreating through there.

Is that a tactical retreat? Or do they draw a line to avoid an unpleasant war?

Barnes wanted to know that.

“Techtal!”

The user twists the running fairy warrior's sword and dodges it. Barnes stabs the target in the jaw.

The warrior turns his head back and jabs away.

A warrior with a vice.

It was not just one or two, but fortunately, it wasn't that many, so Barnes was able to fight in a thoroughly advantageous position.

The warrior who dodged his sword did not dodge the double-edged hammer.

Boom!

A fairy hit on the head stumbles. Barnes narrows the streets.

Barnes slams the elf's helmet with his sword, avoiding the reflective jab.

The sharpness of the Baltic steel sword broke the elf's helmet.

The feeling of cutting through the skull and something soft was conveyed through the grip. Barnes pulls the sword.

Blood and bribery spurted from his split head.

Did he catch a win? ’

When the warrior with the vice appears, it is unconditionally turned into a multiplicity vs. a minority battle.

The Fraunmund Knights were decreasing the number of enemies gradually.

Yet Barnes could not erase his premonition.

He soon found out why.

Why don't you just back off? ’

We don't stand a chance. We could steal it, but we'd have to run.

Of course, there was a human being who wouldn't let me think at all. That's the kind of man his master was.

The moment he saw the man holding the flying arrow with his bare hands, Barnes gave up running.

As soon as I decided to kill him, I knew that running was meaningless.

And the other guy?

Is that it? ’

No, it can't be.

The opposing Pokémon's power is stronger than their own.

War is advantageous when it comes to numbers. A simple proposition occupied Barnes' mind.

‘Vise can be stopped with vice. ’

He looks up.

Ansing Lisoness, Northern Empire.

There must be a reason they won't give up this battlefield. It was a disadvantage, and even after the tactics were pushed, there should be a way to recover.

The ominous feeling soon became a reality.

Barnes blinks. You see a monster made of fire above your head.

Glug glug.

A flaming winged lion. He was as big as a pumpkin.

Magic?

Barnes blinks. As the burning lion gradually grew in the background of the falling sun to the west, it caused the illusion of the sun rising again.

Barnes sticks his tongue out at it.