I am the Monarch

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It was a sudden battle.

Moreover, the opponent was neither human nor a monster.

Those who were called the Legion of Darkness in their last lives.

A new army of puppets powered by magic.

They were certainly different from the common undead.

"Rrrrgh!"

Ta-ah!

The magical dolls rushing through the ground were very agile.

The Taoists, who stand at the forefront and lead the Lancefield army, cut down the shaman dolls and frowned.

"Hurry up, you guys!"

"More trouble than the Undead!"

Usually the undead are hard to kill and strong, whereas their joints and muscles harden and move very slowly and unnaturally.

But instead, the shamanstones moved at the same speed as the living humans.

No, because he lost his mind and emotions, he showed himself to be more agile than a living human being in extreme situations.

Soldiers who do not fear death.

They were definitely troublesome creatures.

"Hehe!"

"Damn it!"

The Taoists are pushed back, some Mana levels dropping.

The Magic Doll's sword flies towards the Taoist's chest.

Then.

Phew!

An elongated spear slashes through the space and smashes the head of a shaman doll.

Black Spear.

Travis spear.

The owner of the spear was also Roan.

"The Taoists who have run out of Mana, stand back!"

Quick command.

At the same time.

"Harrison!"

The voice of the battlefield echoes, and a young man rises from behind.

Harrison, commander of two thousand men and general commander of Lancefield's Archers.

After months of research, he quickly pulled the demonstration with a longbow in his hand.

He was also one of the Taoists who learned the new method of Lansfield Manat, which was complemented and reinforced.

Fight!

With a heavy voice, three arrows split the space at the same time.

Puebuck!

The arrow seemingly pierces the heads of the shaman dolls.

Roan digs an opening in front of him and swings his spear for long.

In sharp fashion, the torso of the shaman dolls cracks up and down.

"Deploy!"

A new command is then dropped.

Harrison sends a quick distress call as if he was waiting to get off the ground.

The archers in the rear draw the bow as they spread widely to the left and to the right.

They don't just stand there and stare at their enemies.

Lancefield's archers do not stop for a moment.

They move like the wind, shooting arrows like lightning.

Bubble, bum, bum!

The arrows that covered the sky pierced the magic dolls.

The vanguard of the fierce bastards has fallen.

Roan plunges into the ground, pulling the firearm from his body.

"Brian!"

A loud voice echoes through the battlefield once more.

A bright light flashed among the taverns who were standing back for a moment.

At the same time, the glowing beams of light rush to the front.

Vendors from Gwangwiak, including Brian Miles, rush into the wind and attack the shaman dolls and forces of darkness.

"All forces attack!"

"Follow behind!"

"Left flank divert! Friends, attack the enemy's flank!"

The orders of commanders of the commander in rank above the commander were swiftly delivered.

Two or two!

A loud hoof sounds and a massive attack begins.

The light flashes and the sound of iron rumbles.

Blood splatters and screams spill.

The battle quickly peaked.

And at the peak of that peak was Roan.

Kuaaaaang!

Roan has undergone considerable changes since the siege of King Mills.

No, precisely since the encounter with Flamdor and Travis in Vertex, there has been a breakthrough in managing and leveling.

Like.

'I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of the real Flamdor Manat and Trabian Spear.'

When viewed externally, there was no major change.

Roan still lit a fire and adjusted the length and thickness of the window to be free material.

But internally, with a much smaller amount of Mana, it was able to ignite much faster and smoother than before and adjust the length and thickness of the window freely.

Even.

"No way!"

Roan crouches slightly with a crouch.

A flame rises from his body at the moment and his hair turns crimson.

Pabba, Baba Bat!

At the same time, his statue runs long and digs a hole in the magic dolls.

Following his steps, a path of flames was created on the earth.

Kuaang!

Travis' spear becomes as thick as Roan's body, then strikes the ground firmly.

Immediately, only an adult man flashed up around it.

"Rrrrghhh!"

"Queeeek!"

The shaman dolls collapse with their mouths set on fire.

"Whew."

Roan sighs a long time.

The hair color that had been dyed red returned to its original color.

He is now able to control the red stature, commonly called the red stature, in a very short amount of free material.

Roan raises Travis' spear high as he looks at the soldiers of the Lancefield army rushing behind him like a tidal wave.

"Eliminate the enemy!"

A voice that echoes through the sky and the earth.

"Phew!"

The paladin and his soldiers replied in one voice and plunged to the ground.

"Grrrgh."

"Rrrrgh!"

The shaman puppets, without reason and emotion, react without a thought.

But they were the lamps in the wind, the praying mantis in front of the wheels.

Kuaang!

With a loud bang, the two armies charge forward.

It was unilateral.

The Red Army swept through the battlefield as a slave.

* * *

"The post-war process is going smoothly."

Austin compiled and delivered reports of each unit's superior rank.

Roan nods, looking at the soldiers dealing with the warfare.

"When the informants outside Longport Castle return, complete the relevant report and give the report to the soldiers without hiding it."

Roan was just about to reveal the identity of the magic dolls that Lancefield's soldiers were dealing with.

Proprietary information to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Whew."

Roan sighs a long time.

Leading the group took a lot more energy than I thought.

At that time, Austin, who was guarding his side, asked carefully.

"But Lord......."

He circles around for a moment and then speaks in a smaller voice.

"It's because of the succession war, but I'm worried that it won't be empty for too long."

Roan finds out the meaning behind Austin's words at once.

"Are you worried about Clay?"

Austin nods with a poignant look.

"Yes. I've been entrusted with surveillance by the Elves, but I can't help but worry."

A shy smile followed.

Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

"Don't worry too much. I didn't just leave it to the Elves."

"I know you have a double or triple trap. I'm just wondering if it's necessary to go that far. It would be better to bring evidence and arrest him now......."

Austin blurs.

His face was full of worrying colors.

He prefers to solve with his body rather than with his head.

"That's......."

Roan smiled as if he understood Austin's insides.

His gaze crosses Austin's back.

"Maybe we should ask the person who's coming."

"Yes?"

Austin turns his head in curiosity.

A man comes at you from afar, scrambling for soldiers.

The man seemed to have an ear, but he seemed to have a rustic impression.

"The author….."

It was a modest impression, but Austin was also familiar with it.

One of six men was clearly praised by Rensfield HR Director O'Neill.

Roan nods.

"This is Swift, the administrator of the territory."

Swift.

Representative of six men who are later called Lancefield's sixth brain.

He left his territory and appeared in the Infections region, west of the Kingdom.

"I meet the lord."

Swifts bend at the waist in a polite posture.

Roan nods briefly.

"You've been through a lot."

Short chieftain.

Swift shakes his head.

"No. This is hardship compared to those of the Territorial Army who are experiencing first-line combat, both large and small."

Humble attitude and voice.

Roan also asked briefly.

"Mission?"

"I got it done. I'm sure you'll be relieved to hear about Porter in the South."

"Good for you."

Unknown sound.

Roan nods, satisfied.

His gaze was on Austin.

"Swift. I think Austin here has a question."

Swift looked at Austin.

"What do you want to know?"

A vague smiling face as if you would answer anything.

Austin frowned and asked directly.

"I wonder why Clay would let him do something like that."

"That's......."

Swift smiled and spoke in hindsight.

"There are three reasons."

"Three things?"

Austin asked with a somewhat surprised expression.

Swift spoke with a bold, bold look on his face.

"Number one. For now, most of our troops are fighting in a royal succession war, with the exception of some of our border defenders. There's no room for a separate wire in the back."

"That's not a big deal. Clay may be a Druid, but he's only an Administrator. If you lead only one army of Taoists, you'll be devastated."

Austin was confident.

But Swift shakes his head.

"I don't think so. Clay's not alone."

"I know there are some who are in tune. But it wouldn't be such a big threat."

Austin tilts his head.

Swift smiles bitterly.

"We won't know until we confront them. Besides, it's Clay, not someone else."

It was true.

Clay couldn't have been caught so easily if everyone knew.

Austin frowns.

"Then, the second of the reasons for watching him......?"

This answer came from Roan's mouth, not Swift's.

"The second reason is the great weakness and suffering of our Earl Lancefield."

The rear horse was followed by Swift again.

"Our territory has achieved enormous power expansion in no time. A baron based in the Tail region has now evolved into an erl that encompasses the entire north-eastern part of the kingdom. A lot of people got mixed up in the process."

Austin nods.

Swift's words were true.

Simply put, the former Tail Masters' wizards and territories were joined together by the former Lansfield Masters' wizards and territories.

There are thousands of talented people from all over the kingdom and countless royal people who have migrated to find a great place to live.

Earl Lancefield is currently swarming with immigrants.

"Everyone seems to be happy and happy on the surface. There doesn't seem to be any problem. But is it true?"

Lightly asked questions.

Austin frowns.

"That's......."

I couldn't answer easily.

You can already see Clay's black insides.

Swift takes a deep breath.

"My colleagues and I were running late. Rather, we were able to objectively examine the Earl and the Earl both inside and outside. Earl Lancefield is clearly decaying, little by little. According to Agence and Tenebrae, there are already quite a few people working with Clay."

I smiled bitterly.

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. My colleagues and I wanted Clay to cut out all the rotten parts of our territory. So I proposed to the lord, why not set a trap to allow Clay to dispose of his property carelessly and deliberately. In fact, it was unsettling to leave Clay entirely to the elves who had been in the forest for hundreds of years. Anyway, the Lord will review our proposal......."

Swift's gaze is on Roan.

Roan nods, smiling bluntly.

"I approve."

Their gaze returned to Austin.

"Hmm."

Austin shed a low tear.

Swift's story was somewhat self-aware.

But it was also the part that I tried to ignore at the same time.

Earl Lancefield and the territory were making great progress, so they were trying to cover up the minor problems underneath.

When his abilities were deprived, he closed his eyes to small greed and disappointments.

It's because I feel like I might scratch it and become a lump.

But Roan and Swift and their associates did not.

They were willing to remove all the sick at this time, even if it was rather painful.

"Should I close my eyes if I lose my ability, even if it is somewhat corrupt?"

Swift asked in a bold voice.

It wasn't a question I wanted an answer to.

Answer the question.

Soon, he shakes his head.

"Then it's of no use. because I'm going to use that power to fill my stomach, not for the people of the kingdom."

Roan nods.

'There is no need for such rubbish.'

Talents he didn't need in the world he dreamed of.

No, precisely the ones that need to be cut and thinned out.

"Finally….."

Swift smiles and opens three fingers.

"The third reason. We didn't want to be satisfied with just killing Clay. I was going to use him to shake up the succession war. In a very valid way......."

"What the……?"

Austin did not fully understand.

Swift whispers back in a small voice.

"Clay has been working with Duke Bradley Webster for some time now. But the Duke of Webster was killed by Simon."

"I'm aware of that."

Austin nods.

Swift chuckles and spits.

"What would Clay do now?"

"Clay, of course......."

At that moment, I was surprised at Austin's face.

He looked a little excited and said something behind his back.

"Justification. We're making excuses to attack Duke Webster. Isn't that right?"

Clay will try to take control of Duke Webster, who has become a communist.

Earl Lancefield was determined to attack Duke Webster with the pretext of disposing of his estate and punishing Clay for smuggling it out.

Roan and Swift chuckle and nod.

Austin swallowed a dry saliva.

"But will Clay make his move?"

Even if the forces of Agence and Tenebra spread their maneuvers, there were limitations.

Swift nods, smiling faintly.

"Last piece inserted to complete the puzzle."

"The last piece?"

Austin cautiously asked.

Swift looked at Roan instead of answering.

Austin's gaze also naturally turned to Roan.

Roan nods and replies briefly.

"Fizzio. He's the last piece of the puzzle."

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