Hakai no Miko

"What the hell is this?!"

King Dordea on board raised his dismay at Zoan's assault.

King Dordea also understands that it is the most dangerous when either side leaves the soldiers than when they are meeting the blades opposite each other. That's why, before leaving the soldiers, they picked out heavily armed infantry with less fatigue and placed it in the front of the castle gate in preparation for the enemy's counterattack.

However, Zoan and the others attacked each other as if to mock the consideration.

In this unexpected raid, the upset spread to all King Dordea or the Romanian National Army as a whole.

Moreover, the fatigue of the soldiers of the Romanian National Army had already reached its limits at this time. Plus, worse still, when this finally allowed everyone in the soldier to relax. For this reason, in an attempt to intercept Zoan in a hurry, soldiers continued to pull their legs and fall or enter the scene.

The first preemptive attack there was the Elf Bow Cavalry led by Eladia, who was acting with Zoan.

The Elf Bow Cavalry flew out of Zoan's midst with a whip in his horse, rushing to greet the Romanian National Army and showering arrows in its stead.

In response to this attack, Romanian National Army soldiers rushed to defend themselves with shields. But in the arms of soldiers who have become aware of fatigue, the shield, which is usually supposed to lift lightly, is unusually heavy all at this time. Eating an elf arrow without being able to set up a proper shield, he falls flabby.

And even more, the Zoans attacked there.

It was, of course, Garam and Zug who led the Zoan warriors who split between the North and the South and interdicted the Romanian National Army.

Representing the plains, these two males barked as if they had signed up.

Then half of the Zoan warriors following them rise on four to two legs. And when they quickly took the stone-throwing string (sling) that was hanging from their hips, they used it to throw one stone after another that they were carrying as well.

The stones thrown by the Zoans fall on Romanian National Army soldiers who were fortunate enough to escape the arrows of the elves. The stones cast from Zoan's elusive arms have the power to smash the flesh beneath it, even from above the helmet and chest armor, and to crush the bones, if hit directly. From the Romanian National Army, which received such a stone throw, the casualties came out as mountains.

That is how Galam and Zug, who led the remaining half of Zoan's warriors, who did not join the stone-throwing, went further and disrupted the enemy soldiers by throwing stones.

In the blink of an eye (again), screams and anger flew, resulting in a chaos where blood splashes and blade twinkles intersect.

"What are you doing! Drive the Zoans back!

In an attempt to regain control of the confused soldiers, King Dordea scolds the soldiers.

And a single arrow flew in there.

That was not aimed at King Dordea. It was just a flow arrow.

But the arrow struck King Dordea to be sucked in.

King Dordea, who had received this unexpected flowing arrow, fell from a small groan.

"Sire!"

"His Majesty King Dordea!

The SS helped and woke King Dordea, who fell with his face bright blue. Fortunately, there is King Dordea's breath. However, the eyes of King Dordea, who had been caught open by the shock of the pain and fall of the arrows, were not focused and seemed suddenly self-defeated.

Dalios and Piata rush there as of late.

"Your Majesty! Is your father all right?

Piata leads to the body of the Father King, surrounded by SS by turning his face blue. How the male princess has now fallen to the arrow. There is no reason to hesitate.

"Your Highness! Calm down!"

That being said, Dalaios, who grabbed Piata's shoulder and pulled it off forcefully, quickly confirms the state of King Dordea's wounds.

"Rest assured. The arrows are off the steeple!

The arrow stabbed King Dordea in the right shoulder. If you hadn't damaged your thick blood vessels there, you wouldn't have taken care of it.

But prediction is unacceptable. King Dordea is old at any rate. Even a wound that didn't seem like a big deal could be an order.

Dalaios shall provide first aid on the spot.

If you pull through the arrows without darkness, you may well spread the wound. Having so decided, Darius said one thing: "I'm sorry!" Without pulling the arrow out after I put it down, "I snapped out of it. Then fix each arrow standing around the wound with a cloth for hemostasis.

Even in the meantime, King Dordea only groaned small, and his consciousness did not return.

This should be lowered to the rear as soon as possible, and you should see a samurai doctor to treat it.

That's what I thought. A voice pops into Darius's ear when I hear it.

"Your Highness! Is Your Highness safe?!"

What came there was Demetria, who led the Baihua Squad.

To the appearance of his granddaughter, Darius raises his voice.

"Demetria! Bring your majesty with you to retreat now!

And Darius turned to Piata.

"Her Royal Highness brought His Majesty to safety. Leave this place to me!

Piata hesitated slightly (cuddly) to Darius' offer, but nodded with a stiff nod.

"My Lord Admiral."

With that said, Piata, when he deposits the unconscious King Dordea with one of the brave men of the Baihua Squad, rides the beloved horse brought by Demetria himself.

"My Lord General! Good luck!

Piata, so to speak, led the Baihua Squad to begin the retreat with the momentum of kicking through the confusing Romanian national army.

After seeing it through, Darios receives his favorite axe spear from his squire.

"Don't panic, Romanian braves! Enemies are small! Don't be afraid!

The loud voice of Daraios, overwhelming the screaming and sword trident sounds, struck the battlefield.

"Darius, it's here! Romanian braves, now is the time to get excited!

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The humans and dwarves and elves on the walls cheered and praised the Zoans who sandwiched the Romanian National Army from left to right. And they tried to see Zoan and his bravery a little bit closer so that everyone could ride themselves out of the chest wall.

But on the walls of the castle, surrounded by such enthusiasm and excitement, were a few men who avoided the eyes and acted with their breath killed.

It is, in all cases, the young knights of the Holmeer country.

While making sure the eyes of Dwarves and Elves were directed outside the King's Capital, what they were headed for was a staircase to ascend the gate tower.

They gently open thick doors made sturdy in preparation for the enemy entering the walls, sliding their bodies into the stairwell, and when they confirm that they have all entered, they cast a candle from the inside.

That way no one could come in from the outside, and then the young knights looked at each other small and pulled out their swords.

"Okay? Show loyalty for your country. Die and keep your name as a loyalist."

When the man in leadership said so, everyone nodded back with a hot eye.

Their purpose is the assassination of the Son of Destruction.

Because of the cleanliness of their youth, they did not let their beloved fatherland descend upon the Son of Destruction, whom they had previously overlooked as a rebel slave. So he recruited his will, and plotted to multiply the confusion of this battle to take over the Son of Destruction.

But the crime was never transferred to execution.

"What are you guys trying to do?

It was a serene voice. But at the same time, it is a voice full of impatience that does not say whether or not it exists.

I thought I had been found, and if the young knights in a hurry looked up at the dance floor of the stairs where they spoke, it was a small figure like a child there.

"So, my Lord Grand Chancellor...!

If you are from the Holmeer country, you cannot mistake that person.

It was Pompius, also known as the right arm of the predecessor.

"What a foolish thing to do..."

To the words of Pompius, who even made him feel pity, the young knights dwarfed themselves like children scolded by pranks.

Only a man of leadership in it still pleads.

"But as it is, the Holmeer nation..."

But Pompius sealed the defense with one sigh.

Pompius, even called the Grand Chancellor, has only counted enough to have had the sword in his own hands.

But Pompius, as a former prime minister, weighs in on the responsibilities he has carried, such as waving his tongue against the kings and generals of a murdering enemy, and the number of training fields he has overcome.

In young people who were just bloodthirsty, they weren't even close to each other.

"Do you want me to make the end of my country full of insult to satisfy my vanity..."

Trust this one and get in with just a few gestures, and as the word goes, we're about to defeat exactly the resentful Romanian nation right now. Stabbing such a person from his back here is all that matters.

"If you do that, the Holmeer nation will be despicable of all the countries in the West - no, everyone in the West."

Not all other countries. Who will obey the subordinates in a country that, if it becomes inconvenient, makes promises and stabs them from their backs?

Still, if it had the power to hold back such criticism and dissatisfaction, it could still be a country.

But the Holmeer nation, which has lost all of its national army elites, including the Black Wall, no longer even has that power. Then the Powerful Hordes will not be stopped from becoming independent, and not far away the Holmeer State will be divided into a number of small nations.

"The Holmeer Country is gone."

The young knights were overthrown by the words of the former Grand Chancellor, who even mourned them.

"If you understand, get out of here now. You didn't come here. And I didn't see anything either. Let that be the case."

Yes. When Pompius nodded, the young knights stepped out of the stairwell in disgust.

After seeing it through, Pompius also pulls a little strength from his shoulders.

He is the son of destruction that could not be taken with ten thousand soldiers. But now that you have entered the castle with only a few escorts, even to slap the Romanian National Army, you can also take the son of its destruction.

Pompius was prepared in the stairwell out of concern that there might come out of those who would not let such an excellent opportunity descend before the Son of Destruction, but stroked down his chest saying it was good not to take care of it.

But it is something that I never intended to protect the life of the man who destroyed the Holmeer country.

Pompius, spilling a bitter laugh, looks upstairs.

There must be a Son of Destruction - a pale horse - with only a few escorts there.

Pompius was also prepared to get caught up in something extraordinary if it involved the Son of Destruction. But as soon as possible, I'm going to take a little gesture into the King's Capital, and I'm going to start doing things that will completely overshadow our expectations.

Not at all, not a hoarding one.

Yes, Pompius leaked his sigh like he was in real trouble.

"I know you say it's funny around Lord Aurelius..."

So Pompius dropped his gaze at his feet.

But Pompius is not looking at the planks of thin dirty stairs trees. What Pompius sees through the wood and stones that make up such a gateway is around the castle gate of the king's capital.

- What a horrible thing to do.

Pompius shuddered for a long time to the enthusiasm coming from it.