From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The axe spear cuts through the air and the elf's sword aims for the hand holding the spear.

Digo leaves the guillotine on reflex.

As Guillotine falls to the ground, the elf's sword flies.

Digo kicks the falling guillotine, ignoring the attack.

Huang!

The weight of the axe blade hits the tip of the spear, causing Guillotine to rotate from the air.

The elf draws his sword and takes a step back.

Tight and airborne, Digo thought, grabbing Don Gillotin.

How is that possible?

The Pokémon retreats after hitting. The Pokémon stabs the Pokémon with its own blade.

There was no hesitation in the fairy blade.

I preached a little. If that fairy hadn't avoided it, it would have been a good defense.

Is this not going to work? ’

Digo shakes the guillotine up and down, mixing a few tricks.

It's Lynd's technique, but he's fought hundreds of times.

From the looks of it, this kind of technique could now look like it was cut off.

The target ignores all tricks and avoids all attempts.

Digo notices the elf's taunt from dodging his spear. If I don't concentrate, I find it difficult to pursue my movements.

A blurred shadow and an arrow that bounces out of its shadow.

Digo shrugs reflectively and twists his shoulders.

Gaga Gaga!

The light hits your shoulder backwards. I could barely see it.

If you were a rival, you'd be a loser.

‘Lord Whelken or Lord Lord. ’

You will be able to deal with it.

Jen Reed and Alice won't slow down.

Lois would have a way of dealing with the situation with her unique judgment.

But Digo didn't have it.

His birthright is strength and strength.

The opposing Pokémon, however, is at a level that allows them to scatter everything with technology.

“Weak.”

The elf said.

Digo admits that his skill is superior to his own, and his tactics are excellent.

The heart of the Fraunmund army is the vice knights. It was the best I could do if I could defeat each one.

‘But that's the country, right? ’

Lord, your first knight is being persecuted here.

“If you die as you are, I will leave you a body. ”

The nobleman caught the foam. Digo checks the vice instead of snoring.

There was no problem.

I couldn't see the fairy blade very well, but I was close enough to stop it.

Of course, it was clear that he could never win just by stopping him.

Weiss has no advantage over his opponent, nor can he compare skills.

This deadbeat had an excellent technique compared to Chris.

So, what's the best way to win?

If we could know that from the realm of instinct, Digo would be on the side of talent.

The Nine Towers Act moved for one. It was there for his power.

Digo gives up on defeating the opponent with his skill.

‘Armor, Guillotine. ’

I remembered what I had.

Boom! Boom!

The Fairy Sword has flown again. Digo holds the guillotine for a long time, keeping the sinus line short.

Two flashes. One was blocked, but one was stuck under a finger in the heart.

The Warhammer pierces. A skin wound remains.

It was impossible to stop the nobleman's sword without reaching the eighth floor.

You stab Gillotyn in the direction of the retreating fairy. With one hand on the tip of the spear, the distance grows.

As you twist your wrist as you draw out the artifact's power, the air coils around the tip of Gillotin's spear.

I avoided the fairy without confronting it.

‘Avoid.’

He won't be able to beat this strike either.

Digo's head goes back quickly without ever before. This duel must not be lost.

‘Even if I lose, I'll kill him and lose. ’

That's the conclusion.

The robustness of the armor, Gillotin's blow.

Digo cleaned up what he had.

“Did I say weakness? ”

The elf gives you a reasonable opening, while Digo opens his mouth.

“I didn't expect such a battle. A battle that afflicts the weak. ”

The elf mutters to himself.

I don't know what he's talking about.

Digo felt something rise from the depths of his heart.

It was similar to pride, annoyance, and anger. He was good at it.

If you get angry here, there's nothing left.

Instead, he remembers his goals.

Digo always wanted to. His standing next to his revered monarch.

The monarch is just up ahead.

Beyond the battlefield, we were fighting alone.

Are you coming back? ’

Of course he will.

Then you shouldn't be ashamed of your return to the Lord.

That's more humiliating. That's what pride is all about.

I will speak to the Lord who has returned with the dragon.

I have your first article.

We fought like always at the forefront.

So, I had to win.

The vice boils from the Nine Towers. The shivering energy was full of the whole body.

The elf's appearance is gone. I was fast enough not to see it, and the elf's sword was faster, so I could only feel the dots and the light.

Tequila says she has no technical talent.

I knew it right away.

Instead of sharpening the senses, Digo focused.

I felt blunt, but I built up my strength in a different form than before, when I found my enemies to the end.

I focused on the vice. I closed my eyes at all.

There are many places where a sword can kill a man.

Digo imagines the opposition.

The neck, heart, stomach, whatever the case, the fairy will stand before him.

Fortunately, Guillotine is a weapon that will split whatever lies ahead.

Guillotine whispers.

‘Yes, that's it. ’

Shut up, asshole.

It's my will.

Digo lets down his other hand instead of holding Guillotine. It was a pointless gesture.

And it was the moment the Fairy Sword dug its throat.

No matter how dull you are, you can't feel the blade digging through your body.

Digo strikes Gillotin, grabbing the sword with his other hand.

Quadruck.

The gauntlet grinds and a few fingers fly away.

“This one.”

The elf mutters. What are you talking about, deadbeat?

The enchanted elf draws his sword with all his might.

That was a mistake. Digo had his fingers cut off, a hole in his neck, and no sword.

The elf's body pauses for a moment, and then tries to leap backwards with the sword placed.

In the meantime, a heavy blow falls from the elf's vision.

Guillotine breaks the one in front of Digo in a straight line.

When I opened my eyes, Digo's vision started to show everything around me slowly.

Thumping fingers.

‘That's my finger. ’

Stopped, ring, possession, and three of them flew away.

And where his guillotine struck, the result was seen.

The elf who was about to retreat was torn from its belly to its crotch.

Guillotine's axe blade releases its spiral power and completely engulfs his body. The tearing of the mane's intestines and flesh were crumbling all over the place.

"Who are your weaknesses? ’

Look, Lord Diego, I will lead this battlefield to victory for you.

I won.

I was going to say that.

Glug glug.

Instead, you hear a foaming sound.

Damn it.

Digo spits in his gut. My eyes were blurry.

The severed finger was not the problem.

The blade runs deeper than he thought.

‘Lord.'

Digo knelt on his knees, calling Chris to the end.

Digo faints as he shakes his head.

There was only a nobleman around.

* * *

Land.

When the sword meets the sword, Royse's sword blazes.

The ground is bumpy, rocks protrude out, and the wind is rising.

Everything was a hard place to fight.

“One of the Three Warriors, right? ”

Royse asks, watching the warrior rush towards her.

The warrior replies with a sword instead.

Two short shortswords for weapons.

I reach out my sword alternately, but I'm not so good at knowing which one will come first.

Left.

Lois relied on her senses to avoid it.

Your foot is caught in a boulder, but you use your strength to push it away.

A chubby, deep stone protrudes out.

In the meantime, the opposite sword hits you with its own sword.

Cow.

Bloop.

There was a fire in the air.

“Weak tests that rely on artifacts. ”

The opponent says.

Son, you don't know how to answer, you just say what I say.

The target is wearing a helmet that covers its ears and a green leather elf's armor.

Royse lets down her hands and asks the opposing team again.

“One of the Three Warriors, right? ”

“Does it matter? ”

“Yes.”

“Human knights care about useless things. ”

“The human knights are not of interest, but of importance to me, Royse Unovan."

“That's right."

The elf frowns and replies.

Emotional expression was an honest nobleman.

Lois was pleased.

Not Jen Reed, not Hulken, not Alice.

“Yes, I am Royse Unovan, the core of the Fraunmund Army. ”

“…… what are you talking about? ”

“You're here to kill a vital force, right? ”

“I came from the weakest. ”

Mylla, one of the three fairy warriors, was honest.

She says, turning two of her shortswords from her hands.

She crosses two swords in reverse, crossing them in front of her face, and she tries to move again.

“... Who's weak? ”

“You."

Mylla is kind. She answers and runs again.

An uneven floor could not be a disability.

She was an unusual case of being a warrior from assassination squad.

However, she had a special ability.

Royse plunges her sword into the incoming target.

The elf crosses two shortswords, pulling them out from underneath and pushing them up.

Royse survives with strength.

“Hot!"

Mylla sighs. Royse's sword rises at the top of the moment, and the elf digs a hole in it.

Royse raises his knees toward the approaching opponent.

The Shortsword aims for mischief.

A sword grabbed in reverse water cuts the back of the knee.

Royse steps forward, avoiding the blade.

The distance between the fairy and Lois is inadvertently narrowed to within a handbreadth.

“I'm weak? ”

Mylla frowns as she looks at the wounded man.

“Your breath stinks, mortal. ”

Mylla was honest and kind.

She opens her mouth and kicks the opposing team's leg with her foot, stabbing them in the unbalanced head with her knee.

Humans stopped it, too.

Take it with both hands and roll yourself back.

Meanwhile, you hold your sword forward and take a defensive stance.

Mylla admits that the opponent is quite difficult. But I couldn't imagine losing.

The target is weaker than itself and lacks skill.

I didn't feel Weiss's power.

“Who told you that? ”

Royce asked.

“I know better from sticking together. You're weaker than a helmet, Baisa Alice, or an axe. ”

“Damn, they must be famous. ”

As I recall, the elf's sensitive hearing was all I could hear.

“You don't think so? ”

“Ha, really. ”

Royse sighs and says.

“I'm sorry, but in one-on-one, the Knights of the Forgotten are not my opponents. ”

Royse says the fairy relies on snoring instead. Her body swoops in, leaving a shadow behind.

Royse was upset about this.

"Why me? ’

The first reason I picked up the sword was for my sister, and now I pick up the sword for the master.

At the same time, Royse was drawn to fame.

Your position within the Knights' honor, values, and Fraunmunds.

‘Goddamn it, everybody's doing great. ’

I can do it myself. A one-on-one duel.

Lois of judgment.

This is what his fellow knights call him.

But the enemy does not know.

Why? I've rarely dealt with them properly.

All of Royse's opponents are dead.

If it was a duel, not a duel, the continent would be the one to beat Royce.

No Diego, no Alice, no Jen Reed, no Wheelken, none of that.

‘Except the Lord. ’

You're a monster.

I thought fairies were fast on their feet, swift on their feet, and clear their minds.

I still ran in a straight line, and my body was split in two.

It's a cliché.

Royse follows his instincts.

You draw your sword to the left.

The startled elf holds up his shortsword.

After stopping, you step back and lean down instead.

Royse kicks the opposing team in the head, waiting for it.

Exactly!

Reflexively, the elf leans its head back and bounces back using momentum.

Lois saw that, too.

His Visual Achievement is called Moment.

Develops judgment in moments.

Weiss gathers his head and eyes, which allow him to see the near future.

It was a mystery that only happens when Orlot fully activates a vice that only happens in combat situations.

In the words of the fairy world, it was a gift.

Royse looks to the future and stabs the elf where it can be found.

It was empty.

The reason was not important.

I just relied on my gut.

The elf twists to the left. Experiences developed as a result of training and training say the opposition moves to the other side.

But the sword he stretched still penetrates the fairy.

“Cough, how. ”

With a cough of blood, you gaze at Royce with a mistrustful eye.

“What, were you a big-time warrior? ”

Royse asks instead.

At the last moment, the elf's body fades away and leans in front of his sword.

He put himself into the sword that should have been avoided.

Bloop.

And the fire left a hole in her abdomen as black as it was.

“Glug. Glug! ”

It must be a terrible pain for a blade to pierce the body when it ignites.

The elf vomits blood, foaming and screaming.

Royse draws his sword and once horizontally draws it so it is parallel to the ground.

Screaming!

A sharpened blade cuts the fairy's throat, screaming.

What a splash. It was the last blow for the suffering fairy.

“Are you here to play? If you're going to watch, turn around. ”

Royse mutters.

Behind him is the Knights of the Ulnovan, the knights he raised himself.

“Here we go.”

The deputy said and rushed in.

And then the Knights of Royse, who were in charge of pressures, started to charge.

* * *

Take it out.

Lynd says to himself,

Two third-generation warriors died and began to press.

There was only one option for a ten-year-old commander.

Whoo-hoo!

Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the air.

And thunder cried out in the clouds.

Rrrrrrrr!

At the same time, a sudden flame erupted from a distant place.

Boom!

It's magic.

At the same time, the ten waves of the legions of crows split the sky.

Peepee profit.

I have news of the appearance of a squadron of warriors.

Left and right of the battlefield at the age of 10.

The Canneruck Knights rushed to the front and were just holding on.

Magic and utility, of course, were put at the age of 11.

At the same time, the Knights of the Walls of Canneruck make their way to the left and to the right.

Suddenly, the front moves, and a squad moves as if waiting.

A troop of horses and infantry.

“Soldier, what's the matter with you? ”

The knight in the lead shouts with a bright shining sword.

The appearance of a knight riding on a horse in the cloudy sky reminded me of a hero's epic.

It was an empty hero's charge hidden from Chris.

The Perth Wolves unleashes their swords and rushes fearlessly at the enemy.

It was a spear that pierced through the center as Lind prepared it.