Goblin Kingdom

A man dressed in black speaks to the swordsman next door. The gaze remained focused on the fierce struggle taking place in front of him, an inquiry that turned only to consciousness.

"That's L'Itagne, the proud arm. Probably the last strong man on a flight to freedom."

The black-haired swordsman, seconded by the Red King, turns only his gaze while hiding his mouth with a muffler. That sign, which was too sharp, was enough to make the mistake of just being nearby and being poised to kill.

Black-haired swordsman Shunlai sees a man fighting like a lion rough in front of him when he glances at a man in black.

"I see you can't do that in an assassin way."

"... if there's a strong man, let him know, that's who you've been telling?

Concretely, when he answers the assassin of Webbles' dagger, claiming that he must not kill, he snaps his shoulder once with the bay knife in charge.

"Let the miscellaneous fish back down. Put me in time and I'll slash and throw away whoever it is."

To a fierce grin glimpsed from the muffler, the assassin gave a signal to switch the lower constituents to a siege as he narrowed his eyes.

"... because you don't mind?

The assassin snorts at the voice asking from the shadows.

"If you fail, until then. And I want to make a loan to the Red King."

"As you wish."

The front of Shunlai opens to break the sea. Waiting ahead is L'Itagne, who dyed his full body into his enemies and his own blood. Did the battle axe in your hand bury a few enemies, the blade is worn out, and the frightened blood even solidifies.

"Hey..."

Exhaling white breath, Shunlai opened his mouth with a sharp gaze at L'Itagne staring at the swordsman.

"I'm Shunlai. I came to this land in search of the mighty."

Return to the bay knife on your shoulder and lower your center of gravity.

"Name your name, that's your last word."

L'Itagne looked familiar to the black-haired swordsman who named him Shunlai. He is a swordsman who has slashed and abandoned many of his companions during his escape.

"Let him die!

If you avoid striking the blow of a battle axe left to anger, Shunlai packs the distance with a special step in. The bay knife on the shoulder is a delicacy that cleaves even iron. If used in conjunction with a polished Shunlai arm, it would be black iron, but it would be gold diamond, but nothing is uncut.

It was a shunlai packed with distance to add a blow with that bay knife, but L'Itagne releases it from after a shaken battle axe, continuing a blow with his armor without breaking his attitude.

"Ho."

A blow left to anger and a double blow to make it look like. The blow of the Battle Axe unleashed by L'Itagne cuts off the universe, but the blow unleashed by the armor broke the earth, causing Shunlai's eyebrows to jump up only slightly.

"Anger is real...... but don't lose your cool"

Laughing as impressed, Shunlai takes a further distance. Being kept far apart by a single leap, L'Itagne had to recognize that the enemy in front of him was the bearer of physical abilities that had to be made easier.

But L'Itagne couldn't pull back here either. Behind him are fellow Flying to Freedom (Elks). No matter how strong the opponent was, all he had left was despair in front of him, he had no choice but to move on.

Stinging, packing the intermission, he accelerated and barked at once.

"Captain Cut of the Flight to Freedom, don't be a nuisance!

The sound of bumping steel and splashing sparks danced like feathers in the darkness of the night.

"... Hmm. Surprisingly, that swordsman is still unusual."

The assassins watching the two battles progress calmly analyze their power ratio. Webbles dagger with many opportunities to see first-hand the power of the Red King since forming an alliance.

A giant organization that adds multiple blood alliances to its umbrella. The prowess of Brandica's direct adventurers, who even jump through and seem expensive in it, deviates from their common sense whenever they see it. Even if feared by the Assassination Blood Coalition and the Small and Medium Blood Coalition, it is still only the choice of the weak.

If you fight from the front, you will be powerless by hitting the opponent's center with an efficient means of assassination. That was the way Webbles did his dagger.

From the point of view of the assassin, the weakness of the flight to freedom was the thinness of its members' layers and the lack of powerful enough to stray from the regular track. Even for the Allied Lord Touri, it is only strength in the realm of man.

A swordsman fighting in front of his eyes now has the strength to dump someone somewhere. Envious and hateful, but the assassin never puts that sentiment on the table.

While it lacked an absolute existence, it was nevertheless the blood alliance of a mighty man whose flight to freedom competed for 1,2 in the east because of the strength of its cohesion and the efficient operation of its lesser power.

Creating insiders was a fairly difficult and difficult blood alliance to gather information on. How a giant blood alliance would be, there's a gap in Webbles' dagger as long as we know what's going on inside. The Red King, who binds multiple blood alliances, would be the most important of them all.

Flying to freedom, on the other hand, was precisely the blood alliance to be called the natural enemy for Webbles' dagger.

But at some point, the situation is reversed.

Shade began to be visible in the efficient operation of the forces that were supposed to be their strength, and the imbalance in the proportion of forces to be broken to the east was readily apparent also in Webbles' dagger, which did not fail to be alert to natural enemies. The struggle against the Red King in that state.

The only way to lose is to lose.

"That's the end of the flight to freedom."

In front of him, L'Itagne, the haughty arm, has fallen and Swordsman Shunlai is re-taking charge of the bloody bay knife.

Screams echoed in the ears of an assassin who whined to no one, along with a fun laugh. It was his subordinate screaming that was audible to his ears with excellent hearing.

"The rest of us?

Now he saw why the corner of the siege that was supposed to be unfolding shortly after he gave the answer to the question was defeated with the blood splash.

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"Hahaha! This one's good! What kind of a picker is that?

A blood splash dances along with a laugh. Whenever Vine's wielding fierce blade is brilliant, a corpse can be created with screams.

"... Alliance lord, it's a bad habit."

Inscribed between the eyebrows are canyon-like wrinkles depending on the degree of discomfort. Berk, a warrior of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome), flickers his eyebrows and fires a backup projectile. Target enemies entering Vine's blind spot with magic from a distance.

The magical attack emitted pointing rock bullets is not only very difficult to see in the dark night, but Vine's ferocious blade is the next thing you are waiting for, even if you avoid it.

The Allied Lord of the Hemoon waves his blade in an attempt to lure all those who are caught in sight and all those whose blades reach him into the abyss of death.

"Come on, die! Die now! Die now! Ha-ha-ha!

"The Allies paved the way. Go!"

Puell rushes out in a straight line, following Berk's words, which thoroughly cover the shooting.

"Shrei, Lou needs rear cover."

Keeping an arrow on a small bow called a half bow, she releases an arrow relying on signs in the dark night. Every time she releases an arrow, a scream rises from the shadows and the moves of the Fairy of the Wind (Silf) cross with more accuracy than a Berk rock bullet.

"Ahhh?

Vine, who was in a good mood to slaughter and kill people, along with her grumpy voice, can stop that advance. Together with the sparks unleashed by the dark night, it was the swordsman of the East who named her Shunlai who stopped her.

"Sounds like a lot of fun. Be sure to ask for them."

"You're not scurrying, I'm gonna rip you to pieces!

Simply sifting off pieces of flesh and blood stuck to the blade instantly, Vine delivers the white blade to the sheath. Stand on your back with a thin crooked knife, laughing furiously and filling the distance slightly. The opposing Shunlai also slightly adjusted the inclination of the bay knife on his shoulder, dropping the center of gravity and taking up the position so that he could move at any time.

Just a moment of silence dominates the two of us.

"Sai!"

"Shah!"

The voice of Shunlai's temper intersects with Vine's fury. At the same time, the blade orbit exchanges, becomes a spark and their bodies are different from each other, and they slash and tie again with an inner curse at the person who is not yet dead.

If Vine's fierce blade blurs Shunlai's nose tip, Shunlai's bay knife will cut off a few of Vine's long black hair. When Vine, who is relatively short compared to Shunlai, targets the foot of the enemy, Shunlai steps further without showing any glitch to defend his legs, adding a blow directly from the top toward Vine's back, which is in a low position.

Understanding his death a few seconds later with a tongue strike, Vine avoids a lethal blow swinging directly from the top relying on an inquiry while returning the murderous blade he moved to slash. Put your limbs on the ground, be like a beast, but immediately step forward to fight back.

Together, Shunlai inflicts a blow like a storm of horizontal giraffes. If hit, Vine avoids a blow with the power and precision of smashing like a pomegranate, such as Vine's head, with a jump over Shunlai's head in return for his earlier intentions.

The battle of the sword depends on whether you can hang your life at that moment. Swordsmanship, arm strength, vision, gall strength, speed. Even if all of that exceeds their opponents, if they cannot put their own lives on the sword they believe in, the swordsman will eventually suffer defeat.

Therefore, they must remain strong at the same time as their concentration.

"Huh!"

Shunlai's muffler was mutilated and a fierce grin no longer hidden in his mouth.

"You're laughing at me, man!

Even the blue muscle floats on the comet. Vine once again releases a blow from the instant step, pulling out the song knife. In her brilliant face, her angry expression with blood makeup in return blood is impatient.

Take her blow from the sheath with a bay knife directly in front of her, and Shunlai will snap.

"Good, more! Hihi."

"Ahhh!?

Vine even had a flame of anger in her eyes, springing her entire body and pushing back the bay knife, the transverse giraffe aimed at her neck as she protruded. But at the same time, Shunlai pulled his eyes, which had been thinning with a constant grin on his mouth, moving with excitement.

To Shunlai's out-of-phase, Vine once again delivers a crooked knife to his sheath when he strikes his tongue.

"Kill him."

"Kill him? You look weak when you call me that, little girl."

To Vine, who threw up, the words of Shunlai returned. Originally exhilarating, Vine even loses control of her emotions to the word and has a spectacular grin on her face, but her eyes look at the enemy she should kill without laughing.

"Go!"

Puel rushes through beside Vine, who runs out at the same time as the words. Vine goes with it, approaching Shunlai to surround him with Puel, but Shunlai did not hesitate to turn to Vine.

Vine tongues at the correctness of the decision. Vine was about to slap him in the neck at that moment if Shunlai were to head to Puel or hesitate at all.

Snlai, who nursed that Puel was on his way to be the source of L'Itagne, was only intrigued by Vine, who was no longer in front of him more than his soon to die counterpart. As his instincts go, Shunlai targets Vine and peels his fangs.

In the darkness of the night, the battle of the madmen is not yet over.

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"L'Itagne!"

I can no longer hear anything in Puell's ears rushing over. There were no wars around, no enemies, no allies. When she rushes over to her nostalgic friend, she can hold that body without having to get dirty with blood. Next to her, the girl, who was L'Itagne's deputy hiding in the cabin, watches him with a crying look on her face.

Puel is breathtaking at the weakness of L'Itagne's breath, which opened his eyes slightly.

"... hiccup... dude. What, so"

L'Itagne burst into tears in her eyes looking up at Puell. Puell, mistaken for a word to blame himself for it, even apologizes when he can hold him.

"Sorry, dude. If I don't go to the woods or something... I'll take you."

L'Itagne, waving his head, is already hard to speak, desperately wiping the tears flowing from between Puel's closed eyelids with an arm that doesn't move well.

"Princess, …"

"It's alright. It's alright...... so L'Itagne!

"Sofi......"

It's also hard to breathe, and L'Itagne's voice is already powerless.

"Ha! Brother!

With her gaze turned, she wipes her tears and takes L'Itagne's hand.

"Elks, is dissolved,. Do as you please."

"No, no, brother! We will always..."

"Princess... take these guys, please..."

More than that, the words of L'Itagne could never go on.

"Lie, L'Itagne...... L'Itagne!

Puell cries, and Sophia cries by pressing her voice to death. Shrei and Lou protect them, but we don't know how long that will last either. With Lou's power, it was impossible to resurrect the dead, etc., and Shrei was out of specialty.

It was the assassins who surrounded them who did not hide their frustration in a situation that did not open.

The swordsman of the Red King remains in one-on-one battle with the brunette and is later hit for the good of women and children. The reality scratched the bullying of a powerful blood alliance that crushed the flight to freedom.

"To women and children, how long is it taking!

The anger was also revealed. The assassins ordered the constituents to attack Puel and the remnants of the flight to freedom. Schrey consolidates his protection around Puell and Sophia, and from a remote location, Berk's snipers target Webbles' dagger constituents.

To the depression of the rock bullets emanating from the woods, the assassin tongues and causes the constituents to head there. If you look at it, the rock bullets only release from the same place. Some people will get hit while they get close, but shrey easily gets a piece as long as he prevents sniping of the restraint.

Judging by that, he even puts in a spare force.

"I will make you regret turning Webbles' dagger against your enemy"

I don't know about that.

If you look back at the voice you hear from behind, with amazement, there is the figure of a warrior of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome).

"Why, you...... how do you get this distance!?

"Hmm. This."

When a rock bullet floats in space, it flies in the direction of the unanswered. But the rock bullet draws a curve and draws the same orbit that was released from the woods earlier, drawing a curve and blowing up the members of Webbles' dagger.

"Playing in my hometown will help."

"Whoa!

Berk does not tolerate assassins who rush to get a distance, but stuffs the distance and slashes it to pieces.

"Hmm... what was it like at a time like this?

Thinking somewhere smoothly, Berk breathes in.

"The General's neck was taken over by Berk Arsen!!

To that voice that trembles at night, the constituents of Webbles' dagger run away screaming and scattering the spider child.

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Sisters' red moon (Elvey Navy) sheds light on wet Puel's lid.

"Ah, ah..."

His eyes, blocked by his compatriots, open slowly with the protection of the Moonlight Goddess (Vardina). But ironically, in her open eyes, is the sight of despair: the death of her fellow man.

"Ahhh!! L'Itagne."

That face of a nostalgic companion is wet in blood, and countless pieces of blood creep up on his body. I wonder how long he spent fighting for his people with his life. Undiscernable blood, whether it belonged to him or to his enemies, had already dried up, not saying his arms, not saying his breasts.

"Why... why"

How can this world easily take away her precious things? Inside her breasts is filled with unanswered questions.

"Oh, was it too late?"

Speaking to Puell in a cheerful manner was the voice of Vine, who should have died with the swordsman of the East until earlier. Puell stares at her unexpectedly in that too light appearance.

"What, are you complaining?

But Vine makes her laugh, not at all, through the way Puel stares.

"If you resent hatred, you mean different muscles, right? It was Webbles' dagger that killed him, his incompetence for failing to make it. There's no reason for you to look at a guy who's helping you."

Puell swallows the undisturbed emotions that gush inside her.

I do feel she's right and distract her gaze.

"Hmm. Well, it's good to be able to restrain yourself to such an extent that you can't let others curse you. So, what are we gonna do after this?

"... after this?

Around, Vine and Berk, and the dozens of corpses they created, lay bleeding.

"Webbles' dagger... can we keep it alive?

The question causes the cerebromedulla to be paralyzed from her ears as sweetly as the devil whispers.

"Your hatred, your hatred - your hatred, right?

"Oh, that's..."

A flame of hatred that hurts inside. For the first time, she realized that emotion that would tighten her up so much that she was going crazy if she burned it all down.

"Webbles' dagger is not the real enemy. Behind them is the Red King."

Sophia, who wiped her tears, sees Puel and Vine as she stares.

"The Red King..."

"Heh..."

Puell groaning and Vine snorting profoundly.

"... you, what's your name?

Puel Sinforua was peering into the darkness of his own heart. Open the black abyss, and it turns back on her. With stunning golden hair intact, in her eyes praised for being like a treasure ball is the black flame of vengeance that burns itself.

"Sophia."

"Mr. Sophia...... I now challenge the Webbles dagger and the Red King to a vengeance battle. Do you want to come with me?

Survivors of the flight to freedom, to Sofia, who snort silently.

"Mr. Vine."

"Yes, sir."

"Shrei, Lou... it's hard to say, but we can't go back"

"Hey, it's better than abandoning your people!

Shrei answers, Lou nods.

"I ask you to follow my instructions. Be sure to drive Webbles' dagger to collapse and avenge the Red King!

Puel Sinforua realized that there was a shadow of the goddess of vengeance within himself.

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[Individual Name] Puel Sinforua

[Race] Windy Fairy Clan

Level 89

[Class] Warrior Leader

[Skills Held] "Magic Feather God," "Deep Forgiveness," "Divine Conspiracy," "Military Master's Wisdom," "Magic Manipulation," "Brave Man," "Bow B +," "Voice of the Wind," "The Glorious Clan."

[Protect] Goddess of Vengeance (Artesia), Wind God (Kastur)

[Attributes] Wind

[State] "Blessings of the Goddess of Vengeance"

Magic Seal God - A skill that seals the target's magic vegetables. It is possible by releasing a special arrow.

Deep Forbidden - It affects your ability as a military teacher.

"Divine Conspiracy" - it affects your ability as a military master.

The Talent of the Warrior - When operating an organization, there is a correction.

Magic Manipulation - The top version of Magic Manipulation. Magic can be used efficiently.

"Brave Man" - When you are in crisis, your spirit regains its composure.

Voice of the Wind - Improves your ability to grasp your surroundings. Even if you are blind, you can live your daily life without any problems.

The Glorious Clan - It has a fascinating effect on fairies and humans.

Blessings of the Goddess of Vengeance - It has an attractive effect on those close to the attributes of darkness.

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