I am the Monarch

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There were no tricks or tricks.

Strength versus strength.

The Red and Chase forces staged a large hill area.

"Forward left!"

"To the front of the Cavetz! Ephron unit left!"

"Don't push it! Advance to the Taoist!"

An urgent order followed in succession.

Complex commands were swiftly conveyed through ringtones, whistles, drums, and bells.

Two or two!

The cavalry swiftly swings to the left and to the right, and the infantry, leading the cavalry, rushes into the enemy outpost.

"Damn it! Stop it! Don't push it!"

"Kill it! Kill it!"

Commander Chase encourages his soldiers to use evil.

However, the Chase Force, which has fallen apart due to internal fission, is no match for the Red Army.

"Huff!"

"Hehe!"

The Chase Troops fall unconsciously with a hollow sound.

Meanwhile, there is a man who is sweeping the battlefield with a hundred soldiers.

A red flame erupted through the window.

Roan was the young man who slashed the heads of the enemy soldiers with a garbageless spear and a broken horseplay.

He leads his direct squad, Amaranth, and drives his hand against the enemy soldiers.

Somewhat reckless behavior.

Roan was a party to the Territory and a general commander of the Legion.

If you are killed or injured by a blind sword, the Territory will end with the victory of Earl Jonathan Chase.

Baron Bernard Landingham and other commanders, who were well aware of this, tried to stop Ronan from going into battle himself, but it did not go his way.

< I am not the one who gives orders to soldiers, but the one who leads them. >

It was from Roan.

Roan marches headlong into the enemy's fleet.

The Tail and Lancefield forces saw Roan's assault and burned hot.

"Follow the Lord!"

"Follow the lord!"

Otherwise, the tremendous force pierced the sky fiercely.

They literally swept through the battlefield as one giant fireball.

Whereas.

"Ugh. Ooh, where's our lord?"

"Che, what about Earl Chase?"

"What about Mr Orwells?"

Jonathan Chase is stepping back to a secure rear, not a wire.

Cali Orwell's situation was worse.

He has been deprived of command of his troops with great responsibility in the last battle of Aslan.

The same is true of the survivors of Orwells.

They suck their fingers, pushed backwards.

Thanks to this, the Chase Force troops fall to the ground in morale and vigor.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the Chase Force troops fall out.

Flared head and torso.

Roan graciously raises his firearm using the Flamdor Mana method.

What to do if you run out of firearms.

It resulted in a brutal, brutal charge.

"Knng!"

"Hehe!"

Every time Travis Chang makes a single move, two or three soldiers fall down, losing their heads.

The same goes for the knights in the Chase Corps.

The knights were also bent to a crisp position, so they were unable to use their full strength.

Roan swings his spear at the two knights lightly.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

The workshop comes and goes with the sound of iron.

At that moment, Amaranth's men rush in from both sides.

Screaming!

The windpipe pierces through your chest with a eerie sound.

Amaranth, Roan's direct unit, was the strongest unit with most of the soldiers.

They advance their weapons, thrusting the enemy with their drawn strength.

There has been continuous unilateral combat since the grand slalom began.

"Earl Chase."

Cali bites her lower lip as she watches the situation.

He looks straight at Jonathan's side and shouts in a sobbing voice.

"Please allow me to enter!"

I couldn't bear it.

The man who dropped himself into the pit was right in front of me.

"I'll have Roan beheaded!"

Living voice.

A sudden surge of energy erupts.

Jonathan stares at the battlefield rather than answering easily.

'It's not easy.'

I didn't want to admit it, but the situation was clearly disadvantageous.

No, the situation wasn't the only disadvantage.

"If you lose this battle, you will lose the western territory of Lancefield. '

Half of Lancefield is now occupied by Jonathan on the west side.

However, the defeat of this great slalom would likely result in complete loss of influence over the western region.

'That's why they didn't retreat, they fought back.......'

Knowing that the troops' strength and morale were a mess, I had to fight.

At the moment of retreat, the victory of the Territory would have been entirely lost to Roan.

'I thought it would take me a while to find my camp.......'

In the meantime, you plan to reorganize your troops and counterattack.

However, Roan reveals himself when the army is most confused, as if it had been tracking the camp from the beginning, rather than watching everything.

Because of the druids? Or intelligence agencies? '

Jonathan shakes his head as he asks himself repeatedly.

That wasn't the point.

'Damn it.'

But I couldn't help but get angry and lose my pride.

Where did I go wrong?

'When an ordinary fisherman slipped Benjamin Doyle, it should have been dealt with.'

I could have snapped his neck with one finger.

'At that time, if that old man hadn't made such a fuss...'

Then it was Io Lancefield who hindered them from using their hands.

Evil was a bad story.

'I can't back down like this.'

When I stepped back, I needed to get rid of Roan's power, even if I did.

Jonathan sighs and looks at Cali.

"Are you confident?"

Cali nods at a light burial.

"I'm confident."

I didn't have to.

Cali was in a hurry.

It was a problem for allies to win and a problem for them to lose.

'To lose is the end. However, if Earl Chase defeats Roan without my help.......'

You become a useless card.

I almost got thrown out.

One way or another, I had to get into combat and set up a major.

Jonathan looked into Cali's heart.

"Lead your troops forward. I hope you bring me victory."

I really wanted it to be through my eyes.

Cali gently folds her manners.

"I will definitely do it."

He quickly mounts the horse and raises his sword.

"Charge!"

An order to shout at the neck.

The soldiers of Orwells scream as if they were waiting.

"Waaaahhhh!"

It was a scream that let out a chilling heart.

Two or two!

The Orwells advance ahead of Cali.

Though there were fewer than a thousand, they were formidable.

The anger that has been accumulated has turned into deception.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the Red Army and the Orwells charge in.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Squeak, squeak!

The sword and spear pierce each other's chests.

My neck was cut off and my arms and legs fell off.

Horrible scenery.

Cali runs wild through the landscape.

The target is Roan.

His vision was filled only with Roan.

"Roan!"

Thunder rumbles through the battlefield.

After killing one of the knights, Roan turns his head to look at Cali.

"The coward's voice is loud."

Roan kicks the horse's belly with a cynic.

Roan and Cali.

The two of them rushed towards each other with fierce breath.

And finally.

Chang!

The battle begins with the sound of iron.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

A flame flashes through the spear and sword.

A fierce workshop continued.

"You!"

Cali wields her sword with her blade.

The sword was complicated and dizzy.

A situation where the wrist may fly if you are careless.

"I'll kill as many as you!" '

Cali is now powerless, completely liberated from her ambitions.

He focuses on the nerves coming from Roan in front of him.

The face of prosecutor Cali who was once hailed by Io as the best talent.

Boom!

As the spear and sword collided, a sound, not an iron, erupted.

'Hehe.'

Roan grips at the heavy power that passes through his fingers.

'Is this what you're made of?'

Obviously it was amazing.

But Cali met the wrong person.

Roan's skill was also great, but there was Brant's ring along with Calian's tears.

Spot!

As Mana spills into Calian's tears, the whole world turns golden.

At the same time, you can see the vibrating flow of Mana moving through Cali's body clearly in your hands.

'That's how you've been managing Mana.'

Roan takes a deep breath with a smile on his face.

The firearm flows into Travis' spear from the palm of your hand.

'Left, right, center, top, abort.'

With Calian's tears, Roan has a clear understanding of Cali's attack flow.

Spot. Pavat. Pot.

The fierce iron sound disappears and the porosity fills in.

"Oh!"

"Hey, look at that!"

The soldiers around you point at Roan and Cali and burst into resilience.

Cali's relentless fancy sword.

That was great, but what was even greater was Roan.

Roan looks so relaxed that he avoids all of Cali's screenings.

It only moves its waist and neck without moving its horses.

"Damn it!"

Callie grumbles.

More than twenty gunshots have been stabbed through the air.

Wrists, elbows, and shoulders froze.

"This is how good he was? '

My stomach is boiling.

I think I can slit his throat right now, but the reality was a waste of time.

Then.

"Yes!"

Cali's eyes gleam and glow.

His gaze is on the left side of Roan.

A knight from the Orwells approaches you.

'He's too busy avoiding my attacks. Come quietly and stab him in the side!'

It was not a cowardly situation to follow.

Winning was the most important thing on the battlefield, and surviving was the next.

The Knights of the Orwells have finally arrived.

"Die!"

He plunges out his longsword with a cold sunburn.

"Ahh!"

"No!"

The Tail Squad and the Lancefield Squad scream in surprise.

It was a moment of dismemberment for all to see.

However, Roan's expression was very relaxed.

Ugh.

Just looking at Cali, Roan twists his waist lightly and avoids the knight Orwells' longsword, focusing solely on avoiding Cali's assault.

Furthermore, he raised his knee and flicked the longsword.

"Huh?!"

When the Knight who lost the Longsword looks up at the sky with a straight face.

Cali's machete, which was fiercely pushing Roan, strikes the longsword that bounced off the ground.

Kick!

Heavy hissing.

The Longsword turns its course and flies towards the Knight of the Road Orwells.

"Huh?"

The knight barely escaped, and his eyes were wide open.

Squeak.

A long machete pierces the knight's face with a terrifying sound.

"Ah!"

"How did that happen......."

"What a jerk."

The soldiers watching burst into resilience.

They thought that a series of situations all happened by accident.

But it was all a situation created by Roan.

He was able to determine the direction of Cali's assault for a very short time, and then flicked the knight of Orwells' longsword into the air.

"Damn it!"

Kali gives you a wide, distorted look.

Roan smiles coldly and aims at Cali with his spear.

"It's time to end this."

"Son of a bitch….."

Callie stammers with contempt.

Roan lowers himself, regardless, and swings Travis' spear.

Su-wook!

A rapidly expanding spear.

The spear slashes Cali's nostrils.

"Hehe!"

Cali swiftly bends her head and swings her sword.

Cham! Cham! Chang!

The iron rings again.

Travis' spear grows longer, shorter, thicker and thinner, cluttering Cali's eyes.

Spot!

Finally, the lancet slashes Carly's shoulder long enough to pass by.

"Grrrgh!"

Cali grips her teeth and pulls back.

However, it was not Roan who was keeping an eye on it.

"Are you running away again?"

Roan kicks his horse's belly and sticks to Cali's left side.

Cali swings her sword with an urgent look.

Chang!

After lightly blocking it with a spear, Roan looks into Cali's eyes.

"Do you think I'm avoiding? '

Last remaining ego.

Kali also looks into Roan's eyes.

At that moment.

"Right."

Roan's lips sparkle.

At the same time, two photovoltaic spheres appeared in front of Cali's eyes, or directly in front of her eyes.

"Hehe!"

Cali instinctively closes her eyes to the agony of burning eyes.

The sword that was pushing away the spear shakes sharply.

He didn't miss a moment.

Pa!

The pole split the space with a long dance.

And finally.

Squeak.

The Spear pierces Cali's abdomen.

"Cough!"

Cali opens her eyes, swallowing the phantom wind.

At the same time, he pulls Mana together to tighten his abdomen.

But it's temporary.

As soon as Roan turns his spear around, his life will be cut off.

"I, I....... to a lowlife like you....... ugh."

Cali reaches out and grabs Roan's armor, trembling.

I wanted to grab her by the neck.

"A humble one......."

Roan shakes his head, pushing Cali's hand with his fingertips.

"There is no humble and precious person in the world."

Cold voice.

The wrist with the spear turns slightly.

"There's just people."

Roan tries to pull out the pole as it is.

Then Cali raises her hands.

"Now, hold on! Ho, do you know what happened to my son?"

Walter.

Roan replies with a stiff face.

"Dead."

Of course it was a lie.

No, but it wasn't a complete lie again.

'Cause Kali's son is dead.'

It was Walter, Roan's knight, who survived.

"Cali, I can't let you leave on your own. '

He wanted Cali to suffer greatly in that world and to repent for her mistakes.

Cali shakes her head in disbelief.

"Th-that can't be….."

A stammering voice and a gesture.

Roan glances at him, pulling at his spear.

Su-wook!

At that moment, a large hole appeared in Cali's abdomen.

All the muscles and blood vessels I was struggling with were loosened.

"Cough."

Cali throws up a blood clot and shakes her head.

A humble death.

Cali Orwells, who was blinded by ambition and abandoned her family.

He loses his life on the battlefield with a large hole in his abdomen.

Spatula!

The spear slashes Cali's throat, cutting the wind once more.

Roan raises his spear high.

"Roan Lancefield beheaded Cali Orwells, the mastermind!"

A loud voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan! Roan!"

The Tail Squad and Lancefield Squad raise their spirits as they shout.

If not, then the Chase Force and Orwells soldiers who were faced with shamelessness completely lost faith in Kali's death.

"Push them back!"

"Attack! Attack!"

The Red Legion commanders push the soldiers away.

The perfect victory lies ahead.

At that time, a soldier shouted.

"Jonathan Chase is escaping!"

Urgent voice.

When Roan turns around, he sees Jonathan, who was staying behind, fleeing toward the camp with the knights leading him.

Austin approaches the burinake.

"I'll go after them!"

Again, he was very energetic.

I was anxious to miss Jonathan.

However, Roan looked very comfortable and bold.

He smiles faintly toward the camp to the west.

"There's no need to pursue."

Through Calian's eyes, the camp looks as large as it is in front of you.

There is a bright light shining through the Chase Force camp.

"You're just gonna let me run away?"

Austin tilts his head and asks.

Roan smiles and replies briefly.

"To the west......."

Soft voice.

"There is a knight of Gwanghui."

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