From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

The battle was a victory. It was a truth that will not change.

Whatever the enemy is preparing for, this side has the advantage, and Lynd doesn't intend to give up on it.

Lind lowers off the horse, pushing the sore leg pain into one side of her head.

On the way to Whelken, there was a corpse and an explosive cavalry charge where Alice was rampaging.

Above all, there is nothing to be said about that ignorant bastard, Jenryd's axe.

Rind takes a deep breath and breathes, casting his gaze far away.

Vision that was superior to others clearly demonstrated the iceberg.

Lind mutters as she looks at the chalky castle.

“Your turn, Chris. ”

* * *

“To the Emperor! ”

Arth Juneberry didn't want to die after being stupid.

He runs out with his sword, which makes him even more annoyed.

“Nice neck! ”

Kick!

Arth Jungberry misses the sword on the first blade. The grip is torn and the air is getting bloody.

And before him was a knight who distorted his face like an evil spirit.

“Give it to me! ”

Boom!

Perth kicks his shin with his foot, and Arth Jungberry falls to the ground screaming, evil.

After that, two jabs fly in after the Perth.

The genius knight with his arms gladly accepted the stabbing of both sacks.

You strike the one coming from the left with your sword and push it to the right, causing two swords to collide.

Ding!

The middle of the jab and the jab clash, and the bell rings.

Instead of hesitating, the two fairy warriors run forward and wave their swords again.

The Perth put the sword into the sword in the meantime.

I didn't want to stall.

The landscape is tilted, and Lynd's consideration is to throw an ace jungle berry in front of him.

I had to finish this battle quickly to return the favor.

‘The light between the curtains. ’

Ever since Chris killed me, I've never forgotten that day.

What might have been a nightmare was used by Perth as a training tool.

He drew it in his dreams and implemented it in reality.

Hold the sword in your left hand and the sword in your right hand.

Two scary flying jabs look like dots.

Perth takes his left foot back. The dot got closer.

At a time when he seemed to have a few holes in his body, he pushed his whole body's vice into his right arm.

Focus and power.

It's the name of the vice he has.

One Concentration.

At that moment, his two pupils widened. The opposing Pokémon's sword appears to be a sword, not a dot.

The shivering vice pulls its right arm.

Ting.

The sound of the sword coming out of the black.

I freed the sword that I pressed with my left thumb.

The light was drawn.

Early afternoon, sunny day without clouds.

It is the light that shines through the curtain when you wake up after taking a late nap.

A light that comes in at the expense of light, unexpected or unprepared.

It looked mild and warm, but the light clearly awakened the sleep.

Tiry-reering!

After pulling out the sword and cutting it all, Persoq hears the screams of the sword. The black is all drawn and the right arm is stretched out to the side.

I turned my head and saw a pommel that shaped the mouth of a wolf descending from the Wolves.

“Glug."

Two warriors are slashed in front of you.

One of the hearts is cut out and the other spills its guts out.

"Whew."

‘Maybe I should say thank you. ’

He was a genius. No one could compete with his talents. It was when I thought it was a boring time continuum.

That's when I met Chris Fraunmoont.

It was a moment that drove the Perth to his death.

The Perth, who killed two warriors, raises his eyes.

“As Juneberry. ”

He looks down, weighed quite a bit.

“Why is the last blade……."

Arth Junberry mutters.

The Persians could not understand it because it was the language of the North Continent.

“Why do you say that? ”

The last burrow, that is the last blade.

It was a sign of salvation to the emperor on the throne.

He is a dragon who borrowed a human body and stretched his legs on this continent.

If the Emperor appeared, he could be overwhelmed by the whole situation. However, the emperor did not step forward.

"Why?"

He didn't know.

“Look at this son of a bitch. What else do you think? ”

You hear Perth's murmur. Arth Jungberg looks at him.

“So, you don't want to die well? ”

“When the king comes, if the only one comes, everyone will die..." "

Scraper.

The Perth blade flies through the air. You enter and come out of the black Arth Jungberry's mouth, and cut out his tongue with finesse.

A blade cuts out his tongue and cuts off his cheek, tearing off one side of his tongue and spurting blood.

“Cough!”

Arth Jungberg grips his tongue as he snaps at the pig's neck.

Blood flowed through his hands.

“This is your first punishment for making fun of your tongue. My king will decide the next punishment. ”

That was the same meaning as torture. I won't kill you gently. That reminds me.

His pupils falter.

‘Empress.'

He calls upon God, his fierce king.

God has not responded. I ignored the Wizard's call and didn't show up.

"My God! ’

Arth Jungberry whispered in a loud voice, but there was no answer.

The god was too busy fighting Chris to do anything about it. Of course, Arth Jungberg didn't know that, so he was only drawn to the Perth, swarming with grudges and doubts.

“Wooooo!”

“We've won! ”

Victory cries out from every corner of the village.

The Perth listens to the resounding cheer at this point.

“Heroes of War! ”

When he appeared, the war ended, so people named him the War.

Major Chris Fraunmoont.

“Damn it.”

The Perth spits out profanity. There was no him in the last battle.

And yet people cried out his name.

I felt strangely lost.

“O King at the end of the war! ”

Hey, looks like there's a poet among the soldiers.

I heard some pretty cool things.

Perth looks beyond the battlefield instead of focusing on his hearing.

A noble warrior who still defies me.

A wizard who still conjures magic.

Meanwhile, an army of assassins snatches the wizard's neck.

You feel a ray of light gushing out of your warriors, and the axe of mineralism slashes them barefully.

Wheelken's path opens up.

The fearless nobleman bites his feet.

Alice and the Vigilante are wandering harpoons. As they move, the enemy's army is punctured.

‘Monsters. ’

Even the Southern Warriors and the Longswordsmen were all monsters.

The Linds who run this thing, the ones who follow it.

One of them will be on that iceberg and the other will be after the charge…….

Why can't I see it? ’

Reflexively, Persoq finds the knight who charged ahead of him. At some point, his eyes narrow, looking at one place.

“Maybe I can erase one debt. ”

Hi-yi-ying!

I saw a horse sprinkled with blood all over its body. He was still fighting the fairy in horse hooves, front and back.

“Two white bands, follow me. ”

The Perth starts running.

Where he was headed, a knight as big as a bear fell down.

I didn't even know if he was dead or alive, but Persoq couldn't agree that he would die so easily.

* * *

“Come on! ”

Busy. Busy.

I stabbed him in the front fifteen times.

Skill level 99 brought the spear to life.

Bend and stab, stab hard.

Slightly spotted, poking and prodding.

Fifteen stabs were all different.

The emperor did not stop it with a spear.

“Shame on you!”

I was out of breath, so I hung up.

The silver curtain that coexisted in the emperor's hands blocked all my spear blades.

The tent appeared to be scaled by reptiles.

Every scale is spherical.

It's impenetrable.

One of the stabs I just made contained the power of my vice.

A vise in the window emitted a blue light, and in front of it was a refined window blade in the form of a foam.

But it won't break.

It was filthy hard.

Right after I put out the window.

Bang, the invisible pressure crushed my shoulders.

I endured. I pushed the intangible rock on my shoulder and pushed it back.

As you retreat, you feel something appear in front of your helmet. You nod in haste.

Something slapped me on the helmet.

I don't see it or feel it. I couldn't feel it as a vice knight.

A few more steps aside, I burst from the ground and got a splash of icicle.

The intangible pressure again presses against your shoulders, avoiding you.

“Ahhhh!”

With a slap, the arrow rises up. A spear made of vise foam tears the power intangible.

“Left.”

You hear the Emperor's voice clearly.

You hear his voice, and something slaps you on the right flank.

Boom!

My feet are in the air. If we hadn't clumped the vices at the instant, we would have been hit no matter how eluent.

A stone flying from a catapult can't have been this shocking.

That wasn't the end.

Pressure, an intangible shock wave, and acne burst out, and a bird of fire suddenly flew overhead.

A sword, club, and spear made of ice appeared, and they moved and attacked.

You pick up the gunfire, block it, avoid it, and react to the shock as soon as it hits, because there is no intelligence.

I thought that if anyone saw it, he would clap his hands to stop Yonkers.

I had no time to breathe.

When there is a tiny gap, you exhale and inhale through it.

I danced and broke the weapons of ice dancing with the technique of weapon destruction.

The crystals of broken ice are scattered in front of you.

I felt like I was walking barefoot through a storm.

In the meantime, I heard the voice of the emperor who had been relaxed.

“Do you know magic? ”

Seeing how I was relaxed, I wanted to smash my head with a spear right now.

I don't know, man.

“Vice is lacking and doesn't know magic. Yonkers are coming.”

The emperor said, holding the foam as fast as the dragon could.

Why it sounds so clear.

In the meantime, I dodged the re-flown ice sword and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The blade is dull and still, but you feel a strong pull on the other side.

After wrapping the ice sword in vice, the sword suddenly falls to the ground.

I crushed it with my foot.

How many are left?

An intangible pressure or shock wave could have avoided the foot or left the hair as seen.

I was able to survive somehow.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The emperor shoved his tongue.

That lizard bastard.

It was almost time to destroy the free-spirited ice weapon.

“Humans like moths rushing to a fixed end. ”

The dragon spoke and waved his hand.

Dwarf.

Suddenly the ground rang. What the hell is this?

“I will show you your future. ”

The ground is dug out, and hands made of white bones protrude out softly.

The hand of the backbone that breaks the ground spreads silver.

It appears to be a form of summoning.

Dragon backbone disease, so it's a stooge?

And again, a weapon made of ice appeared from the air.

Oh, could you make more?

I wanted to save it, but I couldn't help it.

I put my left hand inside her breastplate and took it out.

“Go, death marshal and those children, go, my...."

A plum.

Pabababak.

Bassas.

The hand of the backbone that came up was broken.

“Huh? What? ”

I dug my ears. You circle around the group of daggers that were drawn from your left hand.

I don't know how the Dagger moves, but I do know the power of that artifact.

“This guy, magic? ”

The emperor mutters.

Surprised?

It's not magic. It's just a refinement of the weapon you got when you hit the Orc Road.

The dagger under the spell of 'release’ was plunged into the ground, and all the mercenaries came up and collapsed.

One of them comes up close, though. A guy with a helmet and armor.

“Death marshal, strike his head. ”

Heave!

I didn't mean to interrupt the Emperor.

I'm not just stupid enough to leave a half-grown man alone.

I threw myself at him.

Bang! The dead man's head explodes.

I pulled the torch with a wire.

That weapon is a mercenary with javelin skill.

If you stop me and live, I'll raise your thumb.

Of course, that never happened.

The crumbling knight turned to dust.

“Hey, it took me thirty years to refine that. ”

The emperor mutters.

He looks like an eight-year-old kid with a broken toy.

“Really?"

I answered emotionlessly, grabbed the mercenary and prepared for another fight.

The emperor turned to me.

Suddenly, my feet were empty.

Looking down, you see a dark hole. Reflexively throws the mercenary to the side, and a flying spear snaps into the post.

I pulled the hard wire and my body flew in the sky.

Then, after me, the ice sword and the ice spear chase in terror.

With the wire in my hand, I kick off two weapons aiming at me with my feet.

Boom!

Along with the rigidity of the melting pot, the two weapons swoop backwards and fall apart.

As you see the ground approaching, you roll your hands free of the wire and grasp the dragon again.

The situation did not change after sealing the mercenary.

The Emperor's magic remained.

Ha, that's a tough one.

“Fall to the land of despair and hell and die. ”

The dragon's words sound overlapping as if several voices were speaking at the same time.

I think I can follow that if I use Vise well.

I grab the dragon and pull the tension up. Vice wrapped around the whole body in a form of foam was able to withstand the dizzying magic.

Hold on, you'll see the light if you hold on.

It is once again a magical scent.

Yeah, let's do it.

Weiss Knight, by the time I reach the eighth floor, I have no physical limitations.

Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha.

No, there's no limit to your physical strength. Isn't that treason?

There are hundreds of ice spears in front of me. The emperor opened his mouth there.

I saw the dark silver energy within it.

The Breath of the Dragon?

Can it be used as a human body?

Oh, fuck!

It's time to catch the dragon and try again.

When I fought like this, I naturally calculated that I would lose.

“You are a magical master, but you are a creature of the world, forgotten on this continent, not allowed to work magic. ”

The flying ice spear falters in the air. It was unnatural.

Magic was inherently unnatural, but the moving window felt dull and stopped even stranger.

The ice spear doesn't fly. He flutters like a fish in a net.

And I heard the voice of the emperor five times more angry than when I killed the knight I had killed.

“How dare humans stop me from doing my work? ”

Ah, bitterly, you're late.

Then I let out a little sigh of relief.

“I will chew you all up. ”

The emperor said, filled with fury.

“You're the Fraunmund Ball? ”

The person who appeared from behind asked. I could only see him then.

Blue robes and red robes.

There were two wizards.

My last grudge called by Vitalia.

My last handiwork on the Emperor's back.

I smiled and replied.

“Chris Fraunmoont, let's be hunters of the reckless lizards that are wreaking havoc on the continent. ”

I introduced myself with a smile.