I am the Monarch

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First life and second life.

In two lifetimes, Roan has been through similar or entirely new things.

The horrifying and terrifying sight that is unfolding before my eyes.

A storm that tightens your breath.

'It's a little different, but in the end...'

It was the same as last time.

Simon Lines, a vast open field, and an army of dark lords beyond.

They were fierce, mean, and terrified in this life.

But there was something completely different from the last life.

Roan's head leads to an allied camp in the back.

'I was back there in my last life.......'

The head turns back to the front.

'Now I stand in front of everyone.'

Roan Lancefield.

He became a nobleman, or a general, leading a great army in a single terminal spearer.

And now I'm looking beyond that.

In two lifetimes, only Roan changed greatly.

'Wild Monarch Simon.'

Simon's face seems to be in front of his nose, far away through Calian's tears.

'This is how it ends.'

A sigh came out.

'When I first met him, I expected him to be a member of the gender army if I helped him well.'

However, the obsession and cruel intensity of the power that was demonstrated during the Forsaken Exodus shattered its expectations.

'Moreover, my body was full of Margie.'

A situation where madness cannot be controlled without the Holy Shrine's New Testament.

Roan's eyes sink into a calm light.

'If it wasn't for Margie, would it have been okay?'

Roan shakes his head.

What Simon had shown me was no different from any other royal or nobleman.

'Those who, for the sake of power and wealth, can throw away the lives of the people of the kingdom.'

Simon is far from the monarch that Roan wants.

"Whew."

Once more a long sigh came out.

Then.

"My lord, we are ready."

Harrison approached and said in a small voice.

Roan nods slowly.

"Yeah. Let's just keep them busy, then."

I remembered a faint smile on my mouth.

"That's what we do."

Roan stares at the front.

No, his gaze was looking a lot farther than that.

There.

'Ian, please.'

Ian Philips is marching with the Starfleet to Longport Castle.

The number is only 1,000.

The number was insufficient to take down Longport, a fortress to the west of the kingdom.

But Ian was confident.

'The commanders said it was absolutely impossible.......'

He was as confident as Ian, or even more confident than Ian.

He risked the opposition of the commanders and gave away 1,000 soldiers.

'Ian would have done it.'

There was no small doubt.

Roan grips his teeth.

'I just have to do my job.'

His mission.

'I'm cutting Simon's throat today.'

I was going to make it stop, or I was going to make it even worse.

Chaen!

Travis' spear reveals itself with a clear iron screech.

The commanders of the commander's rank or higher paid attention.

Roan gives the order in a low but powerful voice.

"Left team, right team advance. The Military Headquarters will protect the camp......."

My eyes sparkled cold.

"Amaranth, follow me."

The camp is at a standstill.

The commanders, soldiers, and horses standing by are just breathing heavily.

They waited for the next word to come.

At last, Roan raises his spear high.

"Charge!"

Sounds like thunder.

At the same time, several commanders shouted in one voice.

"Jyn! Boom!"

Boooooo! Bang! Bang! Bang! Dong!

The trumpet sounds to announce the march and the drum.

"March! March!"

Flaggers on the battlements watchtower violently swing a massive force.

An enormous shout shook the barren ground.

Two or two!

The earth is buzzing.

A cloud of dust rises and pink and red troops split the wind.

"Psychopaths!"

Myrce, a shaman who was looking into the situation, sticking close to Simon, unwittingly utters a profanity.

All out war from the beginning! '

This development was unexpected.

You expect an army-sized battle to follow a number of costly battles, just like a regular battlefield.

'It seems urgent.'

Myrcer grins.

He also knew what was happening in the southern and northern Rhine kingdoms.

'Khh, khh. Okay, then I'll make the kid burn more.'

There were enough magic dolls.

They didn't fear death because they lost Izzie.

'We just need to push it with the numbers and buy time.'

In the meantime, Longport Castle will send you new magic dolls.

If not, you could have your companion shamans reborn the bodies of the battlefield as shaman dolls.

'Time is on our side.'

Myrce thought so.

Not from Longevity, he thinks he's fooling Roan and the Red Legion.

Huge attachment.

He was much dumber and dumber than I thought.

Myrcer bends his fingers strangely to make a small shape.

"Everyone give the order to attack."

Orders from shamans scattered throughout the army.

Immediately, the shamans formed the same finger as Myrcer, then muttered the unknown words.

At that moment, the juju dolls, which were limping, trembled all over their bodies, then shook their heads.

A black glow flashes across the cloudy sunken eyes.

Myrcer's mouth smiles in horror.

"Attack! Tear them apart! Bite the flesh, rip out the heart!"

At last, a terrible command falls.

"Ugh!"

"Grrrgh!"

You stomp the ground and move with the strange sounds of shaman dolls.

Ta-ah!

The horrendous charge of those who lost Izzie.

Finally, an army of darkness rises like clouds and sweeps through the battlefield.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Rrrrgh!"

Two opposing shouts collided in the wind.

The space between the two formations disappeared sharply.

When the lead and the lead reach out, they are as close as they can reach.

And...

Kuaaaaang!

With a thundering sound, a massive army is charging in.

"Don't back down!"

"Forward! Forward!"

Bubble, bum, bum!

Roan and his troops of Amaranth bounce off shaman dolls in a heavy, sturdy horse fuselage.

Glug-ug-ug!

A flame rises through Travis' spear.

Red flowers bloom on the barren ground.

Shhh! Shhh!

Every time the window blade went through the room, dozens of shaman dolls collapsed.

Roan sticks his chest to the horse's calf and kicks the horse's belly repeatedly.

The same is true of the Amaranth troops that follow.

They don't slow down even after a struggle.

The contact point between the Red and Dark forces.

Only Roan and Amaranth forces make their way out of there alone.

A long, thin path runs through them.

It was a monstrous, and very powerful charge.

'Leave the arms and legs of the enemy to the army.'

Roan grips his teeth.

His gaze was fixed on the front.

'We aim for the heart of the enemy.'

The horse's head shakes loudly.

The fierce advancement continued without stopping.

"I, I, I, I!"

Myrcer stammers as he looks at Roan and Amaranth's troops, rushing straight towards him.

He instinctively hides behind Simon without his knowledge.

"You idiots! Stop him! Get him!"

An odd voice pierces through the screams.

The shamans in the rear quickly give a new order with a bewildered look.

"Rrrrgh?"

"Grrrgh!"

The shaman dolls that were pushing the Red Army move strangely, rushing towards the Ronan and Amaranth forces.

The loose formation was tightly filled.

A situation where the Roan and Amaranth troops could be trapped among the shaman dolls.

It was a real crisis.

Myrcer looks at it and bursts into agitation.

"Khh, khh. I was foolish enough to rush in and it got ugly......."

But his words did not end.

The two eyes that flashed with a mean light grew wide.

A surprising sight opened before my eyes.

Paaaahhhh!

With heavy wavelengths, a black stick pierces through the magic dolls.

A scarlet flame rises from the window at the end of the stick.

"T, Travis Chang?"

Myrcer mutters with a half-dazzled expression.

At that moment.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

The flames of the spear begin to spread along the spear.

It just happened so fast.

At the same time, the endless length of the spear began to tremble to the left and to the right.

The beginning was weak.

At most one finger movement.

But it soon moved as hard to the left and right as the length of the finger, palm length, arm length, and torso length.

Woohoo! Woohoo! Whoo-hoo!

Bubble, Bubble!

With the sound of the wind hitting your ear, the tightly rushing shaman dolls bounce off the spear.

No, I was consumed by the flames and reconciled to a red flame.

A massive flame opens along Travis' spear.

"Rrrrgh!"

"Khh!"

The shaman dolls have fallen down with the stones on their feet.

The tight crease suddenly became dull.

Then.

Spot!

Travis' long, stretching spear narrows in an instant.

The void where the spear was soon filled with immense flames.

It looks like a wall made of like fire.

No one seems to be able to get through there.

No, I couldn't even get close.

But then.

Paaaahhhh!

Through the red blazing flames, a huge, solid horse emerges.

The horse owner looks down at the battlefield, holding a spear of fire in his hand.

Red helmet, red armor, red cape.

A bright flame, no flame, flowing through armor and the fuselage of a horse.

An enormous threat swept through the battlefield like a storm.

Gulp.

Mysser and the shamans swallowed dry water without even knowing it.

A man who reminds me of the God of Similar Fire.

He was Roan.

"Simon Lines."

A faint voice flows in the wind.

But Simon has already been bewitched and has had no reaction. No, I didn't.

No, it didn't seem right.

Roan's eyes gleam in a strange light.

His gaze soon flowed to the side.

Where the eye can see.

There was Myrcer.

"Myrce."

"Huff! Uh, how did you...?!"

Myrcer steps back with a white, dull face.

They don't know that Roan has the memories of shamans.

Roan glances at the shamans with cold eyes.

"Capture the good people of the kingdom, harness their minds and question their sins made of shaman dolls......."

Colder and colder than the snow.

Lives gushed from my body.

"I'll have your heads."

At that moment, the faces of the shamans, including Myrcer, became blue.

Roan's life is suffocating.

"Yi, Yi, Yi......."

Myrce grips his teeth and clenches his fists.

I can't end it like this! '

He had the ring of psalms on him.

As soon as I got this done, I was able to put the Kingdom of Rhine at my feet.

There was a bright future ahead of me.

He stares at Roan with a calm expression.

"You talk like you've won."

I felt a slight tremor in my voice.

I wanted to hide it, but she was still scared.

"Look around you. You are completely surrounded."

A swarm of shaman dolls flock around Roan.

Nevertheless, Roan's expression was very bold.

Red light flowing through the whole body and small fireballs floating in the wind created a strange atmosphere.

Gulp.

Myrcer swallows dry water without even knowing it.

There is a gentleman in front of you.

'Don't be afraid. Ooh, we have the advantage.'

He struggled to break his heart.

Myrce shouts in a loud voice.

"I don't know if you care about me dealing with shaman dolls."

Contributing expressions and attitudes.

Roan glances at such a myser, then bursts a smile.

"Hahahaha!"

A nice smile that refreshes your chest.

He spears at Mysser and the shamans.

"Don't worry about it."

My eyes sparkled and glowed.

"Shamanic dolls won't even bother me."

Myrce and the shamans tilt their heads.

"W-what do you mean?"

There was no answer.

Roan smiles blurrily.

The frustrated Myrce opens his mouth again.

"What the hell..."

Right then.

Paaaahhhh!

The flame that flows through Roan's back cracks to the left and to the right.

The wall of fire has fallen once again.

Hundreds of soldiers in red armor show up at the same time.

The armor and armor are riding, and a bright red dung flare pops out.

The squadron shivers over the soldier standing in the lead.

< Amaranth Corps. >

Roan's direct unit and the core of the Lancefield Corps.

The armies of Amaranth have finally broken through the forces of darkness.

The Amaranth troops slaughtered the nearby shaman dolls as they passed by Roan's side.

"Grrrgh!"

The horror of the shaman dolls fills the battlefield.

Myrce and the shamans glare at each other with a dazzling look.

Roan is still smiling blurrily.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Lightly asked questions.

Myrcer still looks half stunned.

"W-what?"

Roan turns his spear.

At that moment, the flame that flowed through the window rose even more violently.

A bold answer.

"Red flowers on the battlefield."

Amaranth.

Flowers that do not wither forever bloom in the battlefield.

Roan pulls the wheel lightly.

The horse hurls toward Myrcer and Simon, striking the ground.

"You've seen enough flowers. Enough......."

Travis' crane cuts through the room and flies towards Myrcer.

"Die."

A cold voice pierces Myrcer's heart before the spear.

"Ugh!"

Myrce closes his eyes without even thinking about avoiding it.

I didn't even think to cast Simon next to me.

He was far dumber than I thought and dumber than I thought.

Then.

Chaen!

Simon, who was silent, pulls out the sword from his waist.

It's really like a lightning bolt.

Ka River!

Travis' spear clashes with Simon's sword and an enormous hiss erupts.

That's so gross.

The blade of the spear interlocks with the blade, and the struggle continues.

Tense Battle.

Later, Myrce opens his eyes.

"Uh, how?"

He looks surprised to see Simon moving alone without orders.

At that moment, Simon's expressionlessly stiff face caught a strange smile.

His black eyes widen slightly.

Lips that open slightly at the same time.

"It's been a while."

There was a turbulence that sounded more distressing than the sound of iron.

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