Charlotte was very satisfied.
The seven were called melee wars that the Pope was not confident in, but he was able to win.
As she wanted to reach out to him, she felt recognized for her growth.
It was when Charlotte smiled lightly.
It was Charlotte who responded to the small screams in the mansion.
She is flabbergasted and immediately opens the door to Lord Jennard's office.
“Your Highness!”
I thought I was being attacked, but I wasn't.
A bottle of gourd rolled in front of the visit with a whiff.
Charlotte looks at the jar and smiles bitterly.
Did the prince drink it too? Then it's natural to scream.
Now that I've drunk that terrible thing, I'm still scared as an intolerant prince.
Then the bell rang.
Alarm when the Undead invades.
Charlotte frowns and looks down the hall.
Soldiers are running.
This is a more disturbing alarm than usual. There seems to be something more dangerous involved in this invasion.
With a simple invasion, you can stop yourself and Haman alone.
Something bothers me.
'... Jotun. ’
A legendary Giant who was spotted by the 3rd Prince Rupel while scouting.
We don't know if it's really there, but if they invade, it's hard to stop them.
“Your Highness, you have to move your body now.... ”
Unfortunately, the prince seemed to have no time to rest.
I needed the prince's help now.
Charlotte turns her sad gaze to the room.
“Your Highness?”
The prince who drank the elixir did not fall to the ground or feel nauseous.
Charlotte walked back in time with a questionable question.
An unusual energy gradually spills out from the room.
She reaches out, watching it flow like white dust around her.
"Eyes?"
A particle of the same sexual power as the snow.
Charlotte looks inside the Oval Office.
Skeletons of sexual strength are built around it and are tangled like a spider web and wrapped around it.
There were seven popes in the center of it.
“I said it wasn't working for me, but it wasn't working at all. ”
Aztalun sprinkled a golden light between the neck, face and the corners of his clothes.
The sacred statues float around like snow, and then slowly settle down, piling up.
“It's not that I'm not useless. ”
Among the cobweb-like bones, the seven paladins sit meditating.
“That's more like age. ”
The seven princes who were closing their eyes muttered silently like soliloquy.
“Thanks to you... ”
Allen reaches out.
On your left hand is the grimoire of an ancient Necromancer you recovered from Aslan.
“I'm able to apply. ”
I gently open my eyes and look at the Necromancer's Grimoire.
You hand over the grimoire sequentially, one by one.
Every time, particles that were piled up like snow slowly formed bones.
Bone fragments form one flesh.
It scatters particles of sacred power like a newborn and lifts wet bones off the ground.
Lifts the skull and moves the neck bone and spine.
The long, transparent lobe footing made of sexual strength flutters. The Divine Undead rises to its feet as if crawling.
Necromancers crave so much.
And in Aslan, everyone is unafraid.
Charlotte's eyes widen.
“Rich.”
The undead rich man in the robe's footing stands still.
The fog is slowly spreading across the floor.
Eyelight is engraved inside the skull.
- Oh, my God...
I hear a calm voice.
Rich looks down at his hand.
- A new body.
Now the undead Reach reaches out over the snowy sacred water.
Place your hand between the sacred eyes of a stacked composite.
It was neither a sword nor a staff that gushed out a white breath.
It's a musket with an elongated barrel.
It was the longest gun Allen ever used, about two meters long.
You grab it like a cane and stand in front of Alan, waving it around.
Kneel down and bow your head.
Holding the Musket in your hands, you bow your head in prayer to your forehead.
- The new owner of Aslan.
Lord of Aslan? What do you mean?
Charlotte was intrigued.
She looks confused at the Seven.
Occasionally
Great enlightenment, coming to the prosecutor, to the wizard or to the priest.
A powerful force that can be achieved through it.
Up until now, the Seven Kingdoms have been able to use their vast power, but their control was immature.
Everything was used until discharge, and also could not summon the presence of Holly Knight or better, unless the artifact was used.
But now it's different.
The seven paladins were awakened beyond their limits.
7 The pope raises his head in response to the ringing of a bell around him.
“Perfect timing. ”
The seven popes reached out.
You place your hand on Rich's skull.
“I need your help. ”
- As long as it's the new Aslan.
Rich moves on his knees, leaning on his forehead.
I grabbed the clasp of the Musket and slapped it.
Kung-!
It kicks in.
Gradually another creature rises from the snowy floor of the sacred power.
Skeleton Mages.
However, what they are holding is a musket, not a cane.
Rich, Skeleton Mages.
‘Aztalun’ is engraved on all of them.
[Aztalun's "Ability Transfer" is used.]
[Use novelty.]
[Advancing Musket.]
The seven popes raised their mouths.
I smiled satisfactorily and asked Rich.
“What's your name? ”
Rich raises his head to face the Seven.
My eyes curled like a smile.
Then he said his name with a jawbone.
- Nathus.
The existence that annihilated Aslan was the moment when it was born with a new faith.
* *
“Here they come. Move! ”
One of the prisoners on the wall shouts.
Haman, who was in command on the outer wall, turned his gaze away in response to the sound.
As the sun sets, a huge boulder flies through the blizzard.
“Dead body mass? ”
That's what Haman thought.
In the face of the Earl, a large army like this once came.
In the dialysis machine you used, you used a batch of dead bodies as a dialysis machine.
But not now.
“... a rock? ”
Haman opens his eyes.
A stone measuring 4 metres.
No matter how hard Ronia's outer wall is, it can't stand it.
“Stay away from the outer walls! ”
Haman hurriedly shouts and blows his whole body away.
Prisoners flee like wildfire.
A massive stone strikes the outer wall.
A fortified wall crashes down upon the flying rock.
“Sa, save me...!"
Even the prisoners upstairs fall out and are crushed.
The outer wall collapses.
Haman looks down at the floor of the exterior wall, which has faded away like a cliff.
Giants are advancing from afar. They hold huge stones that cover more than half of their bodies.
“Oh my God…. ”
You threw it in the street?
Besides, what is the power of throwing giant stones?
It is the strength of dozens and hundreds of Ogres.
It was fateful that the gods were afraid of you and locked you away in another dimension.
“More than one bird per person. ”
Monsters of their own kind, if you use a vampire.
That's over 30.
As Haman, it was too much to deal with.
Where the hell did those monsters come from when they were asleep?
“We must stop them. ”
Once Ronia is breached, nearby villages and territories are at risk.
If you do something wrong, you might even have to step up with the Sword King.
“Shoot the siege weapon! ”
“Damn giants! ”
Prisoners shout.
Ballistas and catapults are aimed at giants, but they're still out of range.
You fire at the catapult and strike a wedge in the ballista, but it doesn't reach you.
No, it was a problem to guess.
The wedge is wedged into Jotun's body.
However, Jotun strides forward, not quivering, pulling out the wedge and throwing it back.
"...!"
The tower that applied the siege weapon collapses through the wedge.
“Is the Earl Charlotte ready yet? ”
Haman sweats cold.
The undead have just begun to enter.
The undead enter the breached outer wall.
The Lycans were the first to run.
They cross the outer wall.
The first prisoners to see Lycans are terrified.
Unlike zombies, they were more agile than ghouls, so they were a target of fear.
“Pray...! ”
You step back and put down the weapon the prisoners were holding.
Not enough prisoners yet.
To lift their prayers, they put down their weapons and put their hands together to concentrate.
But there was no way the undead would have a chance.
- Haha! Stupid cattle!
- Surrender?
An agile half-man of monsters grabs the prisoners and blows them away.
The walkers enter, squeezing through the Lycans, grabbing and biting the soldiers.
Screaming.
The rocks keep flying from the sky.
“Everybody back off! ”
After hearing the bell, Elise slams her gauntlet fist.
She smashes and blows away the incoming Lycans.
“Another wall collapsed! ”
Haman looks away as he goes down the outer wall stairs.
One by one, the outer wall collapses.
In the meantime, the undead have entered.
I didn't care about the outside door.
For them, breaking down a wall is a victory.
Killing them will increase the number of allies. Even the mighty undead and giants cannot lose.
“There is not enough command system. ”
Haman is rigid.
My head turned white.
I needed Lord Jennard, but I'm trapped in a house cell.
“What about you, Count Charlotte? ”
Haman mutters, dumbfounded.
"What an idiot!"
You can't rely on them.
When did he become so weak?
“Make progress! ”
Haman shouts.
You grab the sword and run toward the collapsed outer wall and swing it.
“Use your shield and your spear. The Lycans are powerless together! ”
The screams of his men are dying, and Haman cries out for full maintenance.
“Stop it. There are people in the city. Hold your ground until they evacuate! ”
But it can't be as easy as it sounds.
The Lycans howl as if trying to silence Haman's voice.
Fear is spreading.
Increases chaos.
Only the screams of the humans resound in the battlefield.
- Fear, mortals!
- Our masters will be new!
- It's an honor to be sacrificed!
The Lycans cry out.
One of them, a particularly large one, ran to Haman in a spite.
Slaughters prisoners in an instant and jumps high.
- You're the commander!
And I slapped my nails up and down.
Haman stops them with his sword.
Claws and swords strike and sparks blaze.
Push each other's swords and nails away.
- Hello, paladin!
The Lycan growls.
Harman gives his legs and waist strength enough to let out cold sweat in mockery.
‘What kind of supernatural force...! ’
The Lycan glances at Haman's face.
- My name is Warbell. He is the head of the Levir clan serving Earl Timon.
The sword that Haman injected was shaken.
Nails gradually push Haman's sword away.
- You are destined to be sacrificed. Do not resist. Accept death!
“Sacrifice?”
When Haman asked, Lycan smiled.
- Yes, you are the sacrifices to complete the Warp Gate as Earl Timont said!
Haman opens his eyes.
However, I raised my mouth with difficulty.
‘Stupid beast. ’
Easily state their purpose
That's why the Lycans can't cross the Vampires.
Proud, what are you saying, but in the end, the beast only imitates humans.
The Vampires won't be able to tell us anything about their purpose, but they will still know the true nature of the Vampires who invaded this place.
I want to hear more mouthing off.
‘But that's too much. ’
Haman continues to sweat.
It is the Lycans who overcome the Vampire from Strength.
There's no way Haman can stop them with his strength.
Body that is enhanced by sexual strength will collapse.
Gradually, the sword pushes back and touches Haman's shoulder.
The pain on your shoulder aggravates you.
- Give your blood and flesh to Mist Calf. Then we...!
- Pray up.
A Commandment of the Holy Spirit.
Lycan raises his head in his voice.
There was confusion among the prisoners.
The prisoners barely holding back the Lycans and undead with their shields.
- We're worshippers of him.
A bony foot treads through the snow-covered floor.
Lift a long-gun Musket to exhale.
- The newly created.
Some prisoners look up at the sky with their eyes wide open.
Snow falls from the night sky.
It's not like snow.
The cornerstone of the white particle slowly falls and touches my hand.
It melts slowly and becomes "holy water."
"...!"
The prisoners froze and gazed in one place.
The prisoners who were blocking the road to the city slowly retreat, dividing to the left and to the right.
- According to Aslan's will...
A group of Muskets marches out.
An awkward bone appears between the edges of a long, swept robe.
A skull visible between the lobe's corners deep around the face, a white glare flashes from the eyeholes embedded in it.
- We will subdue the dead.
The prisoners have all stopped moving.
They were stunned, and they forgot to attack the Lycans.
The other undead's eyes burn with the sacred power falling from the sky.
One of the prisoners mutters, mesmerized.
“Musket…. Squad?”
Skeleton mages line up at the forefront of Rich Nassaus, raising their muskets.
Criminal-!
He tramples the ground in unison.
The stealthy movement lowers the gun at the same time and aims at the dead.
- My name is Nathus.
Finally, Rich raises his sacred musket high and aims at the dead.
- The new owner of Aslan.
A golden rune and an aztal rune shine between the edges of the rocks, in the skull.
- You will serve Allen Olfolds.
Muskets made up of rich and skeleton mages.
In the blizzard, they pull the trigger.