I am the Monarch

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[That's not it! Half-breathe, twist to the left, hard left and left!]

A strange voice echoes through your mind.

Travis is the protagonist of the voice.

Roan frowned and moved as he said.

At that moment, a gap was opened between the magical dolls that were expanding.

The sharp spear hurls its way into the gap, throwing out flames from side to side.

Kwakwang!

With a loud bang, the magic dolls bounce off to the left and to the right.

Smooth moves and perfect strikes.

'How can this be possible?'

Roan takes a long breath with a surprised look.

In the old days, I would have just poured blindness out of my heart.

But now, thanks to Travias' advice, minimal movement and Manat have the best effect.

My mouth reminded me of a smile that was satisfying.

But...

[That's not it. How frustrating.]

Travis still doesn't like Roan's movements and managing Mana.

[I just woke up, so I can't show you for long.......]

Unknown word.

[Watch this. This is how I write.]

What I don't understand any more.

Roan tilts his head in a curious glance.

At that moment.

Pa!

A dim light flashed before my eyes, and a familiar man appeared.

Travis in a black outfit we met in Bertex.

He became a blur of tranquility and appeared before Roan.

He even held a spear the same length and thickness as Roan.

[I'm short on stamina, so watch me closely and repeat after me.]

Travis smiles bluntly, then plunges to the ground.

Roan stops at the sudden situation and freezes.

Travis looks back and frowns as he runs ahead.

[We don't have time! Repeat after me!]

Heavy pain.

Roan finally realized what Travis meant.

'Copy that.'

I conveyed my intentions in my head and quickly hit the ground.

Travis quickly swings his spear, expressing that his words are finally working.

With Calian's tears, Roan carefully examines each of his movements and follows them exactly the same.

Travis' remains are seen only in Roan's eyes, and his swinging spear continues to pass through the magic dolls.

It was just that the movement was so efficient and destructive that Roan could see enormous effects with so little force.

Puebuck! Phew!

With a loud bang, the magic dolls split or burst in two.

A truly overwhelming force.

Gulp.

The Taoists, who were sweeping through the battlefield behind Roan, swallowed their thirst.

I remembered a face full of awe.

'I was formerly fearful and powerful, but today...'

"Oh, it's so beautiful….."

Travis spears dance along straight lines, arcs, and curves.

A red flame pierces the blue space leaving a scarlet trail.

Roan was in the fire.

It was in a beautiful painting made of fire.

The spears and spears move as if they were one body, striking the magic dolls.

Puebuck!

With a dull sound, a spark rises and the shaman dolls fall unconditionally.

Hooray! Hooray!

Along with the sound of the wind, the spear swings quickly in a circle.

He didn't have enough to twist his wrists, elbows, and shoulders, so he bent his waist, kicked the ground, and heavily turned his torso.

The spear throws out a flame, circling on its shoulders and back.

"Grrrgh!"

"Rrrrgh!"

Each time, the shaman dolls collapsed along with the monsters.

Kuaang!

Once again, a noise erupted.

At the same time, the shaman dolls that were blocking the way bounced off.

It's an instant poem.

There was a beautiful spark on the barren ground.

Roan has complete control of the battlefield.

No, the battle was consummated.

Victory rests at his fingertips and ends of the spear.

Travis shrugs, smiling, five or six steps ahead of Roan.

[What do you think?]

A sarcastic voice and expression.

Roan replied honestly.

'Excellent.'

Dozens and hundreds of inventive methods that have been studied and studied so far were all moments of loss of light.

Travis' smile grows darker.

On the contrary, the cloudy balance becomes fainter and fainter.

[This must be the end of the day. We need to get to know each other better. That way I'll see you for a little longer. This is it, by the way…..]

Travis looks up at the spear he was holding just before it completely disappeared.

[It's Travian Spell.]

'Travias Spearing Method......?'

Roan frowns slightly.

It was the first I had heard of it.

I have never heard of it in my life or in my previous life.

However, I was not surprised or embarrassed.

'Becale. That's why he was called a nobleman.'

The very earring I heard when I first met Travis in Vertex.

The secret hidden in Travis' spear was the hidden power of the unknown.

Roan smiles faintly, looking down at Travis' spear in his hand.

'I look forward to it.'

You absolutely need Travis' help to become stronger.

But for some reason, Travis is no longer responding.

I had a good idea why.

'You must be out of stamina.'

He had to feed himself to wake him up.

However, the battle is not yet over.

"You can't just spill blood. '

I was worried about the extreme hunger that would follow me shortly after I bled out.

Roan twists his wrist and points to the magic dolls with his spear.

My mouth went up gently.

He looks a little excited without knowing where.

"Let's get this over with."

Roan hastens to finish the battle and wakes Travis up.

The advent of a new and powerful method of creation excited him greatly.

Blame!

Roan plunges to the ground.

Fearful shaman puppets rush toward Roan.

Shhhhh!

Travis' spear splits the space with a sharp wave.

Thud, thud.

An ugly head pours down like rain.

Red flowers bloom again on a vicious battlefield.

* * *

"Not like this."

"Magic dolls are the limit."

"They've already made their way to Long Port Castle."

The shamans exclaimed in an urgent voice.

"Hmm."

The shaman, Master Hessel, has a serious look on his face.

'Roan Lancefield. He is much more troublesome than I thought.'

I had no idea the magic puppet army would collapse so easily.

'I don't want Longport Castle to fall.......'

It took at least ten more days for the plan to be completed.

Hessel turns his head to look at Simon, sitting on a shabby throne.

It looks so peaceful and natural in a way.

But now he's lost Izzie to Hessel and the shamans' final spell.

'I have no choice but to send him away.'

Simon was among the most powerful men Hessel could now handle.

All this time, I've been saving up to control the people of the kingdom who follow him, but now is not the time to be so reckless.

"We buy time with the guys following Simon and Simon. '

Hessel's eyes flash with a terrifying glow.

'Even Roan Lancefield must have suffered in Pyenville, the Devil's Mana Law.'

A confident smile came to mind.

Hessel draws a peculiar figure with his finger and speaks in a cold, standing voice.

"Simon."

"Yes."

Simon replies with an unusual voice.

Hessel looks satisfied and talks behind his back.

"This time, lead your own side. Advance and behead Roan Lancefield."

"Yes, I understand."

Simon replies without hesitation.

He couldn't resist Hessel's orders anyway.

The spiritual conclusion spell was that powerful.

Of course, that's only true if Simon's condition is completely normal.

In the name of King Simon of the Rhine Kingdom, however, the summons and preparations have been issued.

Over 20,000 troops plundered outside Longport Castle's East Gate.

At the same time, several nobles, including the officers and officers, gathered for the battle wearing spectacular armor.

Simon stands in front of the throne, gazing down at them with his proud, mistaken eyes.

Majestic.

However, Hessel and his shamans, who were watching, had no choice but to burst into flames.

"Huff. Puppet themes......."

Dozens of nobles and ministers.

They were also under the mind control spell of Hessel and the shamans.

'It's easy to master the minds of common nobles.'

Since the nobles and ministers, other than Simon, had not mastered powerful mana laws such as Pienville, and have been blindly loyal to Simon since the beginning, it was very easy to use Simon to scatter their minds and cast spiritual control spells.

"We're going into the army."

Simon grunts in a low voice.

"Yes, I'll take my orders."

The nobles and ministers bowed their heads and replied.

In a way, it looks like an ordinary military group.

But in the end, they were all puppets running around in Hessel's palm.

'Go out and fight all you want.'

Hessel smiles in horror as he looks at Simon and his men escaping the battle.

Simon should be able to withstand Roan for ten days.

He gestures to Myrcer, the oldest and youngest of the shamans.

"You have to follow Simon and stop him from running off."

"Yes? But Simon and his men only listen to the Master's orders, don't they?"

"The problem is......."

Hessel whispers in a low voice.

"This will solve it."

He pulls an old ring from his finger.

At that moment, Myrcer's eyes widened.

He quickly hides the ring with both hands in case the other shamans in the battle see it.

"Master, isn't this the Ring of Necromancy?"

The Ring of Necromancy.

A treasure of treasure engraved with a shaman master's token and many useful spells.

Hessel nods.

"With this ring, we can control and command Simon and his men."

Gulp.

Myrcer swallows dry water without even knowing it.

My face is red.

I felt excited.

"This guy......."

Hessel narrows his eyes.

I was blinded.

"Myrce. Don't indulge in vain greed."

Cold voice.

"Yes?! Ah! Of course. Never, never mean anything else."

Myrcer quickly bows his head.

I was cold sweating behind my back.

'Be careful. I'm not the master's opponent by magic and mysticism.'

The collar shakes violently.

Hessel glances at the back of his head and says in a low voice.

"I'm not worried about anything else."

Surprisingly warm voice.

"Your life could be in danger if that son of a bitch Simon goes berserk. Honey, you have to be careful not to let him run wild."

You tighten Mysser's head in fear of finishing the sentence.

"Yes, I'll keep that in mind."

A slightly trembling voice.

He was afraid of Hessel.

Hessel nods, smiling strangely.

"Return safely."

Farewell.

Myrcer raises his head once again and leaves the battle.

Hessel smiles more strangely as he looks at Myrcer's hastily moving back.

'Myrce.'

A frightening light flashed into both eyes.

'You may or may not do as I wish.'

My smile grew darker.

"Do whatever you want. '

Into the unknown.

A strange aura flows through Hessel.

Whether or not I knew about this situation, I was ready to march quickly.

As the Roan and Lancefield territorial forces had entered the Infected region, they were usually somewhat prepared.

Boooooo!

Along with the sound of the trumpet, the troops outside Longport Castle East Gate begin to move.

The Blue Kingdom and the Kingdom were violently shaken by the southern winds.

Standing in the lead and leading an army, Simon in fancy armor.

And next to him, the rider is the shaman's vice-master, Myrcer.

He turns his head to look at Longport Castle.

Hessel stands at the eastern gate.

Wood Duck.

I cracked my teeth.

According to his age, Hessel was twenty-seven years younger than Mysser.

"If it hadn't been for that guy….."

He would have been a shaman master.

'But we cannot defeat him with magic and spirituality.'

A lifetime of being satisfied as a vice-master.

The ambitious and ambitious Mysser could not accept such a reality.

'There was no way to do it, so it was just a dead end…..'

Myrcer smiles bluntly and looks at his left hand.

An old ring worn for detection, the Necromancer's ring glitters with light.

'With the ring of psalms, I can bring down Hessel and become a master.'

A splendid future unfolded in my head.

His gaze naturally turned towards Simon.

'We use the ring to put him in our hands.'

Simon's men, too.

Making Hessel's puppet into himself.

'Hehehe. I can sleep with the kings and successors of my country in my hands.......'

It was such a thrill that the fur would stand still.

The shaman's vengeance? What's the point of that? Ugh. '

Hundreds of years ago, I didn't care about the humiliation and the pain our ancestors suffered.

'I will establish a puppet king and monopolize all power and wealth.'

Myrcer takes a deep breath, touching the ring of mystic arts.

For him, personal eternity was more important than family vengeance.

His eyes sparkle with bright light.

It was the eyes of a very foolish man.

But Myrcer had no idea.

That Hessel had already foreseen his vain ambitions and greed.

But even Hessel couldn't predict one thing.

It causes his life to flow in a completely unexpected direction.

Moreover, in a direction that no one wanted.

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