How the Villain Lives

20. Warfare

"Don't push! I came in first!"

"Can't you see there's a heavy crate here?! We need to get into the city now and heal it!"

"You look like you're going to die, but I'd rather kill someone else..." "

"What did you just say!"

Near the gate was a perfectly messy situation.

Contrary to what the Koreans thought would smash the castle and win, Tokyo's people suddenly began to feel anxious to see an enormous number of people resurrect from the castle.

No matter how fast I saw it, I couldn't say I was winning the war. And when the day began to darken, I was completely confused by the enormous number of resurrectors who were overflowing the castle and the people who had barely escaped.

At least I don't know if I can spare the time, but the survivors have already fallen into panic as the coalition troops are increasingly coming from beyond the horizon. It was Ryosuke who calmed the situation.

"Everybody calm down!"

"Ryosuke! Come down and devote yourself to healing!"

His left arm flew away and his complexion did not look very good, but his voice stood still. Obviously Ryosuke appeared and seemed a little calm.

"Open the glottis to heal the wounded immediately!"

"But we don't have enough supplies! Besides…."

"Besides, what is it?!"

The man in charge of the control of the gate whispered a small whisper in Ryosuke's ear with a stiff face.

"There's a lot of noise coming from small and medium-sized guilds."

"Don't be silly. Be sure."

"… I am inciting the Joseng Naburlings not to think of controlling themselves with false information, whether they can be given command of the defeated subject."

"These guys!"

It was as if Kim Lee Hyun was in a mood to fight back and put a tackle on what he was doing. There was a kind of organization on the Japanese side. If there is a difference, it is called the Federation of Small and Medium-sized Guilds because there is no strong person or firm center point like Kim Lee Hyun.

"At the moment, the damage to the main troops is extremely severe, so I'm installing it as if this is an opportunity."

"Got it, Km, me and the Freshmen will cover the rear with all their might! Do not worry and evacuate safely! Gather the Freshmen!"

Even though one arm was cut off, the atmosphere of the people clearly began to subside when Rysuke and the Freshmen, the representatives of Kamikaze, went out and shot the shooter. And it was Kenshin who came close to Ryosuke. The armor I was wearing was worn nowhere and looked quite humble, but it seemed like it would not interfere with my life.

"Kenshin, I'll give you some relatively good freshmen and a new windmill, and you go back inside first and make contact with the reserves that were left behind."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Contact the Union of Small and Medium-sized Guilds to explain and calm the current situation."

The inner enemy is more dangerous than the outer enemy. It is likely to be zero, but the Federation of Small and Medium Guilds may be in contact with Korea to turn over the city. It was Ryosuke's determination to prevent such a situation.

"What if you don't listen?"

"I also authorize the use of force. No, rather, trample one or two perfectly so they don't even think about resisting."

"That's not your style, is it?"

"I just came up with the quickest and most efficient solution."

"The only power we can use in this situation is the Union of Small and Medium-sized Guilds."

"Hmph, that's when you fight outside the castle."

Ryuke snorts, pointing at the wall.

"As long as you have walls and gates, you can resist as much as you want, even if you're not strong superheroes. There are not Siege Weapons, there are 100,000 novices in this castle. It's now. It's shrinking because of the atmosphere, but it's unlikely that you'll ever lose if you actually fight."

In a confident word from Ryosuke, Kenshin lowers his head small. It seemed like it was all his fault that this happened. However, the plate has already been turned upside down and there is no way to reverse what happened.

"... Got it."

"It's not enough to deal with the situation before your eyes right now. So... okay?"

Kenshin began to walk into the gates, even though he hesitated to sit down and take a deep breath because of his mental fatigue.

Tuck!

I hit my shoulder with someone. If it had been just a few days ago, I would have checked the other person's face and put pressure on them and made them apologize sincerely, but there was no room for that now.

"Return to the Emperor's Palace and complete about 30 minutes of maintenance and enter the clearing house of those who spit out the nonsense."

"Old!"

People were unconsciously encouraged by the fact that they did not die at all, even though they fled the battle. And the same was true of Sung-hoon.

Shh, shh.

After stroking Kenshin over the shoulder and looking at where he was going, Sung-hoon smiled faintly. Masks are trademarks of Sung-hoon, not Ghost. Because it's so much more impactful than a person's face and so easy to memorize, no one recognizes you by taking off your mask.

Moreover, he disguised himself thoroughly. Roughly on the battlefield, he was born a complete straggler when he picked up Katana and her horse and wore them and made a wound dressing.

Of course, it didn't just disguise the appearance. If you ever talk to someone, you'll be right in the field. I can understand the meaning of language, but I know that language itself is different.

"Hey, I think you're hurt pretty bad. You okay?"

Just like now. However, Seonghun began to cough, grabbing his throat without spitting out words. Then Yukiko, the woman wizard across the tarob, appeared and said as he supported him.

"Kyokyu has a neck injury and can't speak properly right now, but she needs proper treatment immediately."

"Is that so?"

I slipped around and wrapped a bloody bandage around my neck. Moreover, he gave me a good timing, so I let him go without holding his hand anymore. I tried talking because my eyes were so vivid, I felt like I was mistaken.

'By the way, she seemed familiar to me.'

As I recall, the man who did not remember his appearance stopped thinking and turned his gaze forward. Yukiko was calling around with anxious eyes.

"… Kiko."

"……."

"Yukiko."

"Yes, old school!"

It seemed that his emotions were revived by returning to his city. However, it did not move or move. The torture inflicted by Seong-hoon has remained an unforgettable trauma, inscribed deep in her head, and the power of Eli's dream has also greatly affected her.

Having been dreaming dozens and hundreds of times in a row, she went to the point where the boundaries of dreams and realities almost faded away. Even though he had escaped from Sung-hoon in the midst of it, when he was sober, he returned to the torture chamber.

Wondering how to 'top' Yukiko, Sung-hoon pretended to stumble and whispered in a small voice as he raised his body to Yukiko.

"Maybe this is real, no, it's real. If you scream that the Koreans are sneaking in here, you might catch me."

"Oh, no. I never thought of that!"

"You shouldn't fool yourself. That's what you're thinking, isn't it? If you want to betray, you can betray me."

Sung-hoon continued to speak as he defeated Yukiko with the power to react violently.

"But it's good to know."

"……."

"No matter what happens out here, no matter how much time passes, I will find you. You know what happened to the report, right? I'll tell you one thing, if you want to rebel, you can rebel as much as you want, and if you think it's an opportunity, you can betray me. But…."

Peaset!

"What?"

Sung-hoon, who bit Yukiko's ear with his teeth and slightly wounded him, said in a sneaky voice like a snake.

"You'd better think about which way to go."

If it were true, if death were the end of everything, I would have blindfolded and betrayed. That's how it ends when you die. However, this world does not mean that one death is the end.

I will follow. This demon will follow me to the end of hell, and I will bring him back to life no matter how he dies.

Glub.

As the drops of blood flowing through her throat became epileptic, Yukiko realized that all the useless thoughts in her head were flying away.

"I..."

"I?"

"I really didn't mean to betray you. I was just nervous that I wouldn't find out who he was."

Terrified, yet at the same time a smiling Yukiko with a white chisel. Looking at Yukiko, who smiled for the first time, Sung-hoon smiled as well.

Seacock.

"Well, thank God."

Wood Amitabul Tariff Meal.

I'm an ungrateful person. I never wrote that kind of living without going in! Just like that! You're a thug! Back off!