From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Angling kneels down on one knee, his eyes widening. My heart beat without before.

‘Time.’

He froze the battlefield.

You tie up the vice knights and send fifty fairy warriors towards Yenreed behind you.

And he pulled out his own card. They change the situation of the battlefield with mutterings, not swords, shields, and arrows.

It was also the absolute dominance of the North because of its immediate castration on the central continent.

“Purun Lake. ”

The wizard mutters, meaning the burning lion in the words of the North Continent.

Immediately, a burning lion appeared over Ansing's head and began to walk through the air.

‘I have invested the power of the artifact in useless places. Chris. “

Ansing guessed Chris' trick while sitting down.

There would have been aid from the West.

Yeah, that's good.

But not all troops could be armed with magical weapons.

Resources and time limits were clear.

The evidence was seen all over the battlefield. Magic has emerged, and even though the spell reveals its fangs towards humans, there is no movement to nullify it.

Angling hasn't forgotten that Chris killed his friend's wizard with an anti-magic charm, a magic invalidation amulet.

He waited.

Anti-Magic, you observe whether the artifact that nullifies magic is with the enemy.

And now, Angling has determined that there are no invalidating artifacts on the enemy.

No, at least not to arm the power.

He ties up the opposing vice knights by moving all the vicious warriors. He waits for the moment when the tide of the battlefield passes.

Fraunmund's water barrel siege was excellent. All allies, like the gaping water, have been eliminated by the enemy.

But the limits were clear.

No matter how brilliant the tactic, no one could die. More fairies have died, but humans have.

You quickly notice that there are a limited number of combat-ready members among the Fraunmutt troops.

‘We cannot abandon our troops. ’

If Chris lives, if we kill him, we win.

Kill Chris and you win.

Ansing realizes all the paths he can win. And he showed me all the means to the enemy. That's what Angling thought.

“Go.”

He moves the magic army. The Special Forces deploy immediately, and the siege begins to fade.

Victory has begun.

Ansing confidently sets his hands on the ground.

He felt the beating heart and clenched his fingers on the ground.

The soil grips. He rubs it and spills on the floor. The cold wind scatters the soil to the side.

Hencing's pale blonde hair shakes in the direction of the soil flowing.

‘I won.'

You shall have the victory of the battle.

But the victory of the war will be his own.

Humans couldn't stop the magic. Immediately, after the flaming lion, a variety of magic appeared.

The user freezes the ground and creates an illusion in front of the target.

“Can you stop it? ”

Angling asks. Towards Chris, who is far away.

* * *

What a slob.

Angling slows down. It explodes slowly. It was clear. If it wasn't for that, why would we have a wizard now?

Damn him, he's embarrassed.

Whip it up!

The elf hit you in the face gives you a stormy vibe. It was intense and fierce.

I took it all away.

The end of the nine-serpent spear aims at the neck and chest of the fairy.

The three winding shadow images coalesce and shoot in horror.

The elf carefully steps back and measures the distance. This is the avoidance technique you saw earlier.

He had good eyes. Weiss, who looks radiant in green eyes, should be helping him.

Retreat to a distance that cannot reach the tip of the spear, and draw the sword again vigorously.

His sword is spectacular and sharp with fairy tradition.

Even as I swung it from top to bottom, I saw dozens of persistent images and fell like a flick.

A sword that has reached the limit of its skill.

His sword was impeccable because his body, skill and vice were in harmony.

Window.

You pick your blade carefully and push your spear into the air, bouncing it off and clearing the distance.

I glimpsed a lion made of fire flying through the air.

I've had enough time.

“Open your eyes. Keep at it. ”

It's cold, but it's sunny.

Smelly smoke rises like firewood in the mumbling fairy's eyes.

My footprints on his face made him look even more beautiful.

“Nice tattoo on your face. ”

I told you, the fairy replaced the answer with a sword.

A tightening, flying sword.

Orcs are power and fairies are skill.

That was the general idea.

I grabbed the spear with both hands and swiped it up. It was the way the blade came in.

Tearding.

The opposing Pokémon's sword immediately strays from its path and retreats.

“I'm sorry. ”

I told you, the fairy's motor nerves and agile body would give you a greater radius of activity and abilities than humans.

However, the general idea is only common when it is common.

“My teacher is called Techkill. ”

I was the horse. The warrior does not respond to me, wondering if my hasty words interfered with the battle.

“That's your bad luck. ”

A fairy came running from my words.

I swung my spear at his sword.

Teenage tech smashes weapons. I put on the Weapon Brake. Two disappearing weapons meet in the air.

Blah, blah!

An intangible shock wave spreads around the two engaged weapons.

The user also stiffens the target's blade. The opposing Pokémon's blade is unbroken.

I unleashed the shock of the weapon into a moderate bend in both knees.

You do something similar with your elbow and waist before biting the sword. As I watched the man retreat, I climbed to the beat.

Twenties of them danced.

I thought his sword would retreat, but it flew with fear. You turn your head to the side as you see the flashing dot fly in. The sound of the air bursting through my ears.

The dance that harassed the dance and duel of waltz 13 flowed from my body.

Ta-da-da-da!

Between them, countless spears and swords met and broke up.

The fire shoots out and the flesh that aims for each other's lives pierces the air.

The elf's sword flickers, aiming for its left shoulder and thigh.

‘Ah.'

I was amazed. The enemy, like me, speeds up and rides the beat.

I grabbed the middle of the spear and I swung it hard. I've lost the fairy's Black Destination.

Teasing.

The moment I saw the sword crossing between the spear and the other, I pulled my right foot back and changed the beat.

The orchestra of merciless gods, the prelude to storms.

Thirty years old, he made a dance.

I was his disciple, I learned his skills, and I inherited all of his.

You press your left foot into the ground and move your right foot forward, bitten backwards.

The user aims a spear at the target's center of body with its center of gravity.

I can see the fairy's eyes. He looked up at my feet without taking his eyes off the window.

The Elf Blacksword Jab is specialized for stabbing edges, and its thick blade is also easy to defend.

He used it.

The spear slaps you in the middle of the jab.

Boom!

The explosion sounds. You step back to release your punching power.

The fairy backed off because of the strength I hit.

I got distracted for a moment.

“Alice taught Lois about ancient swords, how to work for Digo, how to work hard, and how to experience them. ”

One day, what Technologies said hit my head.

As quickly as I retreated, the elf and I rushed back.

We're good!

The blade of the spear and the blade tangled in the air. A few times, the sword and spear fell, showing the hardness of the material toward each other.

He aims for my shoulder and neck, and I hold the spear short and swing it like a sword and block it all.

Boom!

Another big brawl breaks out. I struck the spear and the elf tried to cut me across.

A loud bang erupts as two weapons collided at close timing.

Again, the streets opened up.

I remembered another word from Tequila.

“But you can't teach me all that. ”

Tequila frowned. I knew Tequila would be pleased to know of his old ways.

His words were like giving me everything he had.

Without the vice, he sharpens and brushes his skills to kill the vice knight.

After Tequila had danced and danced, she abandoned it.

You can see the fairy blade coming.

I focused on Weiss, and like the deadbeat warrior before me, I was releasing Weiss from my body.

The surging blue smoke starts from the shoulders and flows over the molten metal.

You hit the ground. You take a gentle step back, maintaining the abort duty.

I could see the smoke made of vice running long in front of me.

Above it, the elf's sword splits the air. Smoke quickly dispersed.

Weiss was a force that allowed him to transcend the human race.

I can slow the opponent's blade down.

To be precise, my eyes were able to see the opponent slowly.

It's the same thing he's done so far. The user collects vices and walks in a different time from the target.

I've got his whole body in my sights.

You can see everything for your enemy's arm muscles, sword-wielding hands, moving legs, and unspeakable training skills.

The dance was the beat and the flow.

The person who had made it in the flow countless times could cut the flow.

I pushed my spear into his sword. The moment the spear meets the sword, he pulls it out.

Ching. Ting.

The small noise from the moment I touched it and the sound of the touch backward came to me late.

Time went back to normal. The elf pierces the blade to see if it is unacceptable.

It is a sword divided into dozens.

And then time began to pass late again.

Tsk, tsk.

Two, three, four, five.

The same kind of fighting followed.

My spear pierces into the flow before the opposing Pokémon's sword shows any change.

Discord has arisen.

Forty years old, technology became a phonograph for dissonance.

“52909;!"

The twelfth flow breaks, and the elf spits out his mouth.

I've heard it many times, but it's hard to hear a fairy sigh that resembles a fleshy one.

“What are you doing? ”

The elf asked.

“What would you do if you knew? ”

I stumped and shoved my spear in. The opposing Pokémon loses flow and breathing.

Even a good prosecutor could be shaken.

But even at this moment, he blocked my spear to the end.

As I aim for the chest and stab the spear, I slap the spear with the sword to change direction and narrow the distance in the meantime, collecting vices on the opposite hand blade and aiming for my neck.

I thought about believing in the rigidity of Elurin, but then I bent my head to avoid it.

His sword is simplified. He tried to confront me with a power superior to a technical superiority.

The spear and sword blend together a few more times. He kicks the ankle reflexively as the steps fall.

The elf seems different, but he dodges and takes more than ten steps back. Seeing you retreat like that for a few runs reminds me of the wart earlier.

What seemed to be shaking was a trick.

Instead of kicking my foot, I felt a brief regret of hitting with a spear.

Of course I soon forgot.

I pulled the spear back from its place.

The vice rises several times thicker in his body.

At the same time, the creature enters the building faster than the speed at which it travels.

The distant fairy's head suddenly seems to have enlarged. At the same time, a flash flashes from inside his body.

He's slowing down again.

The identity of the flash was the sword, and the larger head quickly appeared to be the right size.

Boo, boo!

The vise in your body swings through your body and makes strange noises.

Yeah, you're Weiss. You're working hard.

I pull the back window forward.

The spear tore the air and delivered heavy weight to my arm muscles.

Slow time made me disoriented.

Stretch, Stretch Legs, Waist, Shoulders, Fingers.

I felt the movement of all those muscles.

I soon forgot that thought.

I focused my strength on the gradual push of the spear.

The target is the same.

The site vice, seventh floor vice, contained only one force.

Increases destructive power.

If I could move the vice with Wish, I could gather its power into one place.

Simply stacking the vises over and over again was the site vise.

The blue light gathers at the end of the window. Similar lights gather around the fairy blade.

Soon, the two weapons surge forward.

Boom!

It exploded.

The air bursts, the pressure builds up, then splits and burrows. Merchant winds rose around them.

“Ahhhh!”

A few soldiers I saw nearby flew away in the wind.

“Damn it, Mother! ”

“I'm flying! ”

“Save me!”

I heard various screams. I tapped my left shoulder with my spear hanging from the center of the wind.

I could've dislocated my shoulder if I didn't.

“Shhh. Shhh. ”

The elf groans. He looks at me, bleeding out.

The young light was fading in the eyes and the green light was fading in the eyes.

I wanted to compliment you for staring at me while being pierced by an adult's head.

Son of a bitch, that's mental.

“Sweet dreams. ”

In the end, the elf's eyes became the eyes of a dead fish.

I put a little pressure on his head to relax him.

"Whew."

I picked my breath.

He tries to crush me with the concentrated power of the vice, and I hit him with more power than him.

It was a simple and clear conclusion.

I closed my eyes for a moment, purposefully forgetting my fatigue, and removed the Vitality Stone from my arms.

Something new was being made over the flaming lion, throwing his gaze far away.

I whispered a starter in my hand with a bitterly stone.

“Your name. ”

It was a very touching starter.

* * *

Shhh!

The human scream made me chant my skull. The human scream, which was also a colleague, conveyed a terrible horror.

“Fuck.”

The soldier spits. His companion, who was just beside him, is being chewed up by a burning lion, so you can't blame him for the profanity coming out of his mouth.

“Ahhhh!”

The soldier was brave.

But it was also meaningless. The soldier who used a long spear as a weapon reminded me of his wife who left it at home, throwing out his spear.

‘If I die, I'll live with someone else. ’

He thought he wanted to sew his mouth shut.

If I go back, I will never say that again, and I will cherish you forever. I will.

The soldier's spear pierces the lion. The flaming spear begins to burn soon. There was a fire.

The soldier misses the spear.

The spear rolls to the floor, and the lion turns his gaze at him.

You see a black hole through the face made of red flames.

There was nothing where the eyes were. It was just a hole.

The lion twists its tail.

Glug glug.

Soon, the whip of fire will slit the soldier's throat and burn.

The soldier had seen it several times.

Oh, sorry. Faisha.

I wanted to apologize to my wife and close my eyes.

“Idiot!”

You hear a shout, and someone tugs at your back.

Bloop.

The sound of fire, the sudden vision of everything in front of your eyes, and the feeling of your innards being pulled to one side with your feet in the air.

The soldier circles back. After rolling a few times and vomiting, I woke up.

Just then, a little tall knight stood in front of him.

“Hang in there.”

He said.

Little Barnes.

The soldier knew the knight's name. He was the leader of the Fraunmund Knights.

“Sir Barnes? ”

“Hang on!”

Barnes shouts. The magical appearance has left the troops in utter ruin.

Like the sand castles made of clay, the Fraunmut army was crumbling with the appearance of lions and a magical sudden burst of smoke.

The soldier realizes why he gave up his life.

“Why?”

The soldier asked, "Isn't this a losing battle?" I wanted to ask.

Ow!

Instead of Barnes' answer, you hear a wolf's cry. A lion breathes fire into one side instead of Barnes.

A red flame spreads out in a cane, and a golden wolf in front of him opens his mouth.

And the wolf chewed up the flame.

Ugh.

And I beat him. Along with the trim, a stalk of flame appears in the air and vanishes.

A symbol of Chris Fraunmut, the wolf snorts at the opposing team.

Soon the fire and the fire began.