Goblin Kingdom

When the Goblins destroyed the Red King and renewed their alliance with the Kushins, a settlement was about to be reached for the blood-washing protest in the east as well.

He was hunting down the anti-red kings led by Vine the Mad Blade, the Alliance of the Moon.

"Around."

The time is around midnight. Wrapped softly from his head in a black hood, Vine-led anti-red king forces were about to ambush the Red King's stronghold more quickly. Vine thinks it's going to rain tonight due to the speed of clouds flowing overhead.

A total of forty. Personnel selected from each blood league walked in alleys that did not even plug in the moon lights, and approached the Red King's stronghold without even stepping on shadows. A dense second-class area of shops that form the market at noon, even if it cannot be called first-class. There is a liquor store in this residential area, the stronghold of the Red King, where many civilians live and usually peace itself.

"Siege, good"

When she narrows her eyes to the hustle and light that leaks from the tavern, she laughs in the back hidden in the hood. That was a grin like when a vicious carnivore set a goal for his prey.

Vine opens the inn door.

"I'll get in the way."

I guess I work with the tavern, the second floor of the tavern where she came in was like a cheap inn. If you look inside the store, the hustle and bustle until earlier is a lie, quiet back as if you hit the water. Among them I can see a gobbling adventurer, a female swordsman who can tell by one eye as a caretaker, and a hunter who has just finished his job.

Vine's voice was never loud, but the moment she came in, the air on the spot changed. The adventurers, who are working to expose their lives, feel the air sensitive and remain silent with no one, and look around to see what the audience is about.

"I'm looking for something..."

Vine raises her voice to be heard in the quiet store and slowly takes the hood so that everyone in the store can see her hidden face in the hood.

"Oh, my God, the blade of madness..."

"─ Shaaaa!!

As the nearby Gorotsky-style adventurer raises his voice, the front of Vine's robe opens and a song knife sheaths across his waist. The long dark hair hidden in the hood dances, and the plucked song knife raises a blood splash and flies the neck of the gorotsky.

"I don't know."

In return blood, the screams in the store overlap in a spectacularly laughing vine.

The hustle and bustle with the guests trying to escape and the blood allies of the Red King trying to target Vine spreads all over the store at once.

"Die, mad blade!

"Ha-ha-ha!

Laughing at the adventurer coming along with the curse, Vine flies both arms with a knife that plucks and snaps her neck with a knife that returns.

"Always this guy, just die!

Vine, who gives no forgiveness or mercy to the enemies who come towards him and to those who flee, and kills what goes into the midst of his own sword. Honey-colored feet peeking from skirts with slits draw scarlet tattoos on returning blood. There is a smile of abuse on his face that seems to laugh viciously because it is beautiful and tidy.

Wet your whole body in blood, and the murder blade carries death.

A skilled adventurer, a whore who knows nothing, a runaway adventurer, an assassin, a hunter, no distinction whatsoever. Just a murder blade takes their lives away.

By the time the number of corpses exceeds twenty, a skilled swordsman is blocked.

"I don't know the circumstances, but I can't stand to see any more evil deeds"

"Ah? If you don't know what's going on, run away with your ass. Whoever gets in the way, he kills them all."

Licking the blood on his face with his red tongue puts a thin curved knife in his sheath at the waist. In contrast, the female swordsman puts a thick long sword over her blue eyes.

"... for the sake of justice, let me stop that evil deed!

"Don't bark, dog! If you're talking about justice, don't talk about it with your sword!

For a moment the confrontation moved to stop Vine's thin song knife, pulled out with a thick long sword, and the female swordsman was convinced of the victory, feeling the song knife, pulled out as it flowed, colliding with his own long sword.

The speed at which swords collide with each other is about the same. Then the intuition of the female swordsman, who decided it was reasonable for the skinny sword to break, would be betrayed shortly afterwards.

But she is also a skilled swordsman. I regret that I misjudged him instantly for the lack of response that I should have broken the song knife that I should have felt at hand.

Vine's thin song knife tore apart every female swordsman's long sword and was plucked.

"Come on!"

In time for a haircut, a terribly sharp cut flashed on the woman swordsman's shoulder. Throw your body straight out onto the ground, wrapping your chair or table around and falling.

One tongue strike, Vine looks back instantly and turns back to the assassin who was after him to poke a gap.

"Huh!?

"Ganje!

A swinging song knife creates a corpse with a stunned look on its face. Vine spoke with a sobering expression to the blood allies of the Red King, who had kicked the corpse and had lost his hips.

"Do you mind if I don't run... whoever gets in my way, I'll kill him?"

She must be the reaper who suddenly descended in front of them, saying so slowly one step at a time.

"Hih, hey, oh!?

Screaming and dropping off the escaping adventurer, he stares upstairs. The moment you go outside, the adventurers surround you will kill you. I can't even compare it to being killed by her here by a single knife to being happier.

"Well, where is my destiny?"

Even the devil smiles barefoot and escapes, and Vine raises a grunting staircase. There are three rooms. One in front of the door in front of the other, Vine gives a hazy grin.

The brilliance of the song knife, which is pulled out of the waist, becomes a silver line and chops the door.

"Oh, shit, man."

Every adventurer who lurked his breath behind that door. Kicking the adventurer up a blood splash and falling right in front of her, all in the way, she asks inside the room. Already by then, the song knife had been knifed and could be struck out of the target at any time.

"Hih, don't... don't kill me"

What was in the room was a naked girl who hid her body with sheets.

"What... hassle"

Vine, who came in front of the girl, looks down and asks questions.

"Hey, is this all the guys here?

"I don't know, I don't... don't kill me"

Vine turns her back on the girl with one tongue strike at the appearance of a trembling girl.

"Shit... lose it"

The moment Vine shows her back, the girl rises without sound and pokes her with a knife she had hidden behind the sheet.

"You're too cautious! Vine!"

No, in an attempt to pierce her, the girl noticed that Vine's back was not at the tip of the protruding knife.

"Alert? This is called spare time."

If you follow that voice with just your eyes, you bend your knees directly beneath yourself, and you do your hand on the vicious blade of your hips from a crouched state. Vine's mouth laughed abusively and a moment later the girl's neck was flying.

When I get out of the room, I ask for the two remaining rooms.

Giri, and the sound of her walking sounds upstairs. It was like the sound of a clock that accurately measured the time of execution. The noise of the swinging floor stops in front of the door of the second room.

"Whoa, whoa!

After a moment, it was the young man who jumped out of the second room.

"This guy, was it?

The young man was slashed with every hand he was holding a protruding knife, rolling down the ground amid severe pain. Looking down at him like that, Vine kicks that head once before stepping on it.

"but ugh......"

Ignoring the crushing sensation of his nose, Vine changes his face.

"Hey, accountant Lusta, huh?

"Hih, Hih, Babi"

"I will kill you if you resist, I will kill you if you open your mouth without permission, I will kill you for obstructing my eclampsia. All right?"

Vine leaves the second floor behind him when he lets Rusta stand, who nods silently and repeatedly.

Pass Rusta to the other anti-red king force adventurers who waited on the ground floor and sprinkle the inn with oil.

"Stay, stay."

A skilled swordsman, who had just missed a pawn, rises while keeping the wound in check.

"Why do you have no heart to imitate this?

"Why? Kuhaha."

Like when she heard a terribly funny joke, Vine twirls her belly and laughs.

"It's justice. For justice."

In Vine's eyes is the dark flame of paranoia.

"Justice," he said? Stupid, this stuff... "

"Justice is Harsh. Phis Deard Hell. There's no such thing as warm justice, but it's only painted on the filth of the weak who can't do it."

"Who forgives this justice, this..."

At the end of the swordsman's gaze is a pile of corpses. I can even feel their resentment having to decay with a thoughtless look. But looking down at such corpses, Vine even answered with her chest stretched.

"Me. This, I forgive. It's evil that I breathe when I don't care!

"Vine, the guards are on their way over here! Pull it up."

To the voice of an adventurer who could reward his retreat, Vine smiled at the swordsman with the devil's smile.

"You don't know justice."

"What, you think I just don't know...?

"Yes, I know nothing. Hey, lady. Don't you want to know where the real justice is?

Vine smiles with a cheeky grin that I don't think she did all that killing. As if fascinated by its eyes, the female swordsman passes between the corpses with her vain eyes.

She even looked like a sleepwalker.

"I..."

"Come on, come. If you want justice, I'll show you."

Leaving a grunting voice behind, they walk out across the darkness again.

Leave the stronghold of the roaring Red King.

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Haryanse, the last stronghold of the rainy Eastern Red King. Situated in the middle of a small group of nations, in the iron kingdom of Elpha, is the stronghold of the Red King, who renovated one whole old fort.

It was a fort with a capacity of about 400 people and never a big one, but it was a great place to save the materials needed as the Red King went to war. Now there were about 200 of them packed, including Shunlai.

Usually he was a shunlai wandering the city in search of enemies, but he was returning to Haryanse for saying that the accountant Rüsta, who had been caught, had returned.

"So, where is that woman?

Back Lüsta was dying. He didn't get much allowance, and while his slashed arm was purulent and hyperthermic, he managed to get to this fort.

Towards that Rüsta, Shunlai asks as usual.

"... ah"

"Yes, Vine the Mad Blade"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

As soon as I heard Vine's name, the other blood allies would seize Rusta, screaming and hovering, but Rusta would not return in confusion. Inside it, my heart stopped, wondering if I had seen the universe with my vain eyes.

"... dead"

Answering his men's voices, Shunlai looked out.

Cloudy weather leaves the torso of the god of fire (Rodu) and thunderbolts echo around. In the perfect weather for the raid, a scream heard slightly taught Shunlai the raid.

"Coming, on placement!

"Ha!"

As he leaves the room quickly, he grabs a curved knife and rushes out of the room where it still rains. Fulfilling there, he wore a rainy robe and hid his face in a hood.

Even if you don't look at him, by the awesomeness of his unleashed killing spirit, Shunlai knows who it is.

"Vineye!"

Vine throws the robe so as to cover Schung Rai's sight at once. At the same time, the slaughter is pulled out of the hipster. Shunlai rushed straight ahead without even trying to avoid the thrown robe. It was already woven within the crossing of swords many times, such as the orbit of a song knife to be pulled out.

"Shaaaa!!

With the voice of temper, a sheath-running song knife cleaves even the rain grain and approaches Shunlai. Almost simultaneously with the step to be taken, the sword to be pulled out produces further acceleration and the steel and steel collide. Step in from a jammed distance with your first blow, and a further blow to the chase. A white blade played against each other violently strips each other of their fangs in an attempt to take the other's life away.

Collision again. Your body leaves in a scattered spark.

At the same time as I jumped the accumulated rainwater and put my foot on the ground, it was faster for the two of them to take out a third blow than the robe torn to the ground in an earlier collision.

"Riaaa!!

"Shit!!

Shunlai's temper and Vine's temper collide. The slashing that can bring the whole spirit into one blow with each other makes it easy to imagine that a single blow would determine the battle.

Vine's fierce blade rushes backwards, not against the sword lowered in the second hit collision. Shyun Rai avoids with his nose tip, even as he disorients himself to look back at that sword waved with one arm. Against him, from a crumbling attitude, he spins to turn his back.

The blow, which is left to the vicious force of arms, targets her right arm from further below the sword she wields. Determining that it was inevitable to keep the sword, Vine let go of the sword at a discretion, and a curved knife passes between the curved knife and his hand. Just slightly extended his arm, he re-grabbed the pattern of the released song knife with his fingertips, and spun it off with a song knife held back with his reverse hand so that he could slap it down with his Schung Rai eyes still in the shaken position.

"Gu!?

"Hey!?

Shunlai, who decides to get a counterattack if he backs off, immediately abandons his defense and hits Vine with each body. He was shallow slashed in the back, but how much better than losing his life. Vine walks into the side and tries to break away from the distance.

Shunlai can hit anywhere if he slashes against Vine, who is hidden in his own arm and can't see his opponent. Slight as measuring the distance from an instant jumping vine, leap. Shunlai's heavy slaughter cleaves Vine's thigh.

A scattered blood splash is slammed off by the rain grain, conveying her honey-colored skin.

It didn't lead to fatal injuries because Vine's wielded song knife plundered Shunlai's neck. The slaughter was only shallow for not being able to take a step in.

Two people, slightly distanced in the rain, exhale shallow. Normally, if you move as hard as you can, your temperature will rise and your exhaling breath will be white, but neither of you will mix white with the exhaling breath. It is the swordsman's ingenuity to avoid enlightening the opponent of the opportunity to set him up at the depth of his exhaling breath.

Dong, and the shock sounds ringing from the fort.

As I signaled it, the two move again. Vine's song knife, which was not given time to act, goes through the fastest track to snap Shunlai's neck. Shunlai's aim is the same. The two moves are almost identical. But the vines are slightly inferior. In Vine, whose legs were damaged, even the fastest orbiting sword speed was clearly less powerful against a blow than earlier.

Having spotted it in an instant, Shunlai takes the song knife or slides the blade as it is and brings it into the melee. Vine hates that distance. Historical muscle differences exist between men and women. Winning is thin when brought to the brink. What's more, foot injuries shred the force to step on.

"Che!"

Let your body escape with one tongue punch. Shake a song knife, but just slash the rain grain vainly, so as to escape the sword of Shunlai, who flung beside him. Stand at the same time as you land, but you can't stop pursuing Shunlai. A luxurious one-letter vertical blow that does not give you time to rebuild your posture and makes the most of the power of a curved knife strikes Vine.

That blow, which mobilized the back, shoulders, arms and all sorts of muscles from a shoulder-like structure, even seemed like a thunder gavel to be swung down. A blow that overtakes and jumps the falling rain grains and pours down towards Vine.

We are also not given time to take countermeasures, and Vine can only jump back. Shunlai's unleashed blow breaks the ground, also crushing the rock that was beneath it, and the fragments descend into the vine. Vine, lightly disoriented by too many shocks, asks him how to get out like a beast with limbs attached at the same time as he rolls back.

But it doesn't matter for a moment that her black, long hair gets wet in the rain and goes to the ground, and she immediately comes forward to fight back. Jump the pouring rain and run like dragging a crooked knife on the ground slippery.

"Hey, hey!

"Ha!"

Shunlai calmly dealt with Vine, who ran like a beast with fury. Originally he has a share in strength. He stepped on that if you don't even let him use that odd knife pull move, he'll have plenty of chances. Calmly prevent the bending knife that can be wound up and slashed up from the lower section by rolling up the blister.

In proportion to an attack close to the task of power, the gap increases. Naturally, Schung Rai can't miss that. Shake a curved knife as you push Vine's neck off, keeping the blade protected.

A curved knife passes over Vine's head, bent over her. The curved knife, which cut off each long dark hair of the hacked vine, strikes the avoided vine at an unobtrusive speed. I manage to shield that and the song knife to prevent it, but I can't kill it until the impact, and Vine is blown away.

In the air to be blown away, the curved knife of pursuit was imminent right in front of her as she tried to rebuild her posture and land on the ground. Defend with more crooked knives without having time to curse. Rinse with only one hand so as to distract the force of the curved knife that is swung down.

But in that offense, Shunlai goes further up. Until he is distracted from the track, he lets go of the curved knife, which he strikes down with computation, releasing a kick toward Vine, who opens his eyes in amazement. No escape in the air, she gets that blow decent. When he heard some of his ribs make unpleasant noises and break, Vine rolled straight through the mud.

When he spit out the diarrhea and brutally wiped his mouth, Vine glared at Shunlai without even paying for the brunette sticking to his face.

"... bastard"

"Let's go."

Restore the bent knife you let go, and Shunlai takes the stand.

Once again after a moment of confrontation, the two pack their minds. Vine's exhaling breath, kicked through the ribs, intersects white. Shunlai, by contrast, remained flat. Slightly ahead of the distance, Vine knives her own score and runs low in posture.

"The move no longer makes sense!

At first, he was surprised by unfamiliar sword moves, but within the crossing of the swords, Vine's blade trajectory and so on had almost been cut off. What's more, even the dimensions of Vine's song knife can be said to be almost grasp.

I didn't even need a minute to blink to play the sword I pulled out and make the decision to tap into a deadly blow.

Vine's sheath-running curved knife collides with Shunlai's curved knife. From right to left, he swayed the curved knife not to fit on the track of the curved knife to be swayed, and in response to the matching, Shunlai realized his failure.

Vine's thin song knife eats into Shunlai's white blade.

"Is this what you're here for!?

A curved knife devoured up to the middle cuts off the curved knife. But Shunlai is also an extraordinary swordsman. Dropping the sword, which was being cut off, further packs the clogged interval and kicks it out onto Vine's flank.

Drop your elbows further toward your spine from above Vine's body, which bends over the Kuno lettering. On the arm of Vine, whose knees fall, he strikes a strong kick again, crushing its bones and at the same time bouncing his sword. Vine squeezes the last force to escape from that time, but there is already no crooked knife in his hand, and his right arm hangs loosely.

With a strange, rough breath standing, Vine picks up Shunlai's curved knife, which was flying ahead.

"I don't want you to die because of your sword, but you deserve the name of a mad blade."

"... to die is to die!

It squashes pain and fatigue with anger, and Vine comes forward again. The two men, who can swap each other's scores and go mad at the sword, came forward again. That step is by far the fastest. In so much concentration that even the rain grain can stop and see, the shaken blade is vine for a short range, but only slightly faster.

Shunlai modified the trajectory by looking at it, slightly modifying the trajectory of the song knife.

With the impact of playing the rain grain, the two gains hit each other again, drawing circles and leaving. Vine, who is normally supposed to leave, stays on the spot. When you take on a curved knife that is only half as strong, you force that weight with one arm.

Seeing that, Shunlai was convinced of the victory. A swordsmanship battle is a lot of placing. Regardless of whether one blow settles for another, a forceful blow to the point of breaking attitude is fatality, as strength, like Shunlai and Vine, must antagonize and unleash a series of attacks.

If this blow is prevented, the next blow cannot be dealt immediately. Making such an attack is even evidence that the opponent cannot afford it. It was like declaring yourself that if you didn't decide to fight with that blow, there would be no next.

In swordsmanship battles that require extreme concentration, people often cannot withstand that concentration and engage in reckless attacks.

And Shunlai has always made his opponent pay in the form of life.

Not to mention the opponent's sword is a heavyweight blade that he handles with both hands, albeit only halfway. With Vine's slender arms, it should have even been hard to shake.

Prevent a blow and the battle is decided. Vine's life ends in pursuit.

Shunlai's judgment was reasonable, and a natural conclusion as a swordsman.

Receive Vine's swinging blade in the belly of a crooked knife.

Shunlai's mouth is distorted. The woman in front of me was definitely a superb opponent. After Brandika's death, it is only in the struggle that his heart is buried. In that sense, the woman in front of me was the best opponent. But that's it, too. Looking at the moment when the blade and blade collide in anticipation of the pleasure of picking that life, but at the next moment, the songknife in front of him, with both the hard sounds, crumbles, and abruptly the imagination marks the end.

"... stupid"

Kneel to collapse as he puts it on his chest from his shoulder and stares at the blade of his own curved knife that devoured him. For Shunlai, who thinks there are no coincidences in the battle, even that moment when he went to death, had divided his thoughts into the search for the sword's way.

Why, lost.

No, more importantly, why, Vine's song knife was destroyed. Strength was the limit, but there wasn't supposed to be a big scratch on my body for that. I wonder if I missed it, and Shunlai denies it. Even if it's a weapon that keeps its own life.

Even for a few moments, the discernment was supposed to be perfect. In the first place, if it was a matter of strength, it shouldn't even be able to devour into a curved knife.

Techniques, then?

He thinks and looks at the woman standing in front of him, even saying that there was so much difference in skill between Vine and Shunlai. The figure is more of a blur than a shunlai.

This is no good either. If there's a difference in skill, it can't be this far.

"Why?

That's a heartfelt question. It was the last question of a man who lived in one sword and was mad at his sword, before he went to death.

"It's a souvenir to the goddess of the Underworld. I'll tell you what. I'm not a swordsman."

For a moment Vine's words were incomprehensible to Shunlai's head, who bled too much. Whether that face was too funny, Vine hands a songknife whose mouth was wickedly distorted and destroyed from the middle.

When you put that song knife on your back that can't possibly be cut or anything like that, the song knife that is wielded snaps Shunlai's neck from such a brilliant step that you don't think it's broken ribs.

"I'm a granting magician."

With his neck off his torso, Shunlai, hearing Vine's words, laughed slightly at the end.

I see, you scammer.

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[Individual Name] Vine Arshley

[Race] Human

[Level] 90

[Occupation] Awesome Adventurer/Alliance Leader

[Skills Possessed] Sword moves A +, Fight B +, Blood madness, Devil's flow operation, Viper's devil's eye, Sword dancing blade, Thousand Ghosts killing, Man slashing, Iron slaughter, Giving magic and swords, Witch's tongue

[Kashi] Sword God

[Attributes] None

Viper's Eye - Identify vulnerable opponents.

Sword Dance Blade - Does not depend on emotions and does not disturb the sword muscle.

"The Witch's Tongue" - tempts you by inserting it into the heart of your weakened opponent.

Grant Magic and Sword ─ Works only on swords. Enhanced sharpness, with increased strength (large)

[Individual Name] Shunlai

[Race] Human

[Level] 91

[Occupation] Awesome Adventurer

[Skills Held] "Sword Technique A +" "Fight A -" Blood Madness "" Thousand Ghost Kills "" Sword Demon Blade Free "" Man Slash "" Foresight "" Just Sword "" The Junction of Martial Arts "

[Kashi] Sword God

[Attributes] None

Sworddemon Blade Free ─ By using swordsmanship and fighting in parallel, they are corrected by each other's skills and are raised one step at a time.

Foresight - You can preface the other person's actions. Success Rate (Low)

The Sword of Righteousness - is corrected by the power of the sword you wield. (Medium)

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