I am the Monarch

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"Amaranth! Break through!"

Roan Lancefield's voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Break through!"

The new armies of Amaranth form into a thousand taverns and form an awl.

Movement is as natural as water flowing and clumping.

The tip of the awl, the head of the squad.

There was Roan.

Kwakwang!

Travis' flaming spear erupts as he walks through the room.

A sharp spear carves gold into the earth and creates a gap.

Glug-ug-ug!

A dark red flame rises from the cracks.

"Kuaak!"

"It's hot!"

Enemy soldiers rolling around in a ball of fire.

Wherever Roan goes, every place he sprinkles his spear fires.

Then you hear a loud voice through the fire.

"Roan Lancefield! I am Bird Daly's spear!"

He was a commander of Dally's troops and a rare spear writer for nobles.

Spot!

Roan flies lightly away from the flying spear, aiming for his flank.

'Bud Daly, the nobleman who followed Simon and was beheaded in his last life.'

In this life, Roan was on his deathbed for a little longer while getting rid of Simon.

And, of course, that will end today, right now, in this moment.

"That's not how the spear works."

Roan twists his wrist as he spits lightly.

Pavat!

The flaming spear disappears without a trace, revealing itself before Bud's eyes.

A quick blow hard to catch up with the snow.

"Huff!"

Bird takes a deep breath and leans back.

Glug glug!

The flame flickers behind his nose.

Chihuahua!

"Grrrgh!"

The helmet ripens red and presses down on your forehead and nose.

I felt so much pain that my mind became numb.

My skin drips and my sores spill.

The flame that roars through Travis' spear is that hot and intense.

"I can't stop this!"

Bird screams as if he meant to use evil.

Blue.

Meanwhile, Roan's horse approaches.

The horse and horse stood flapping each other's sides.

The situation is too close to writing windows together.

You'll shorten Travis' spear! '

Bird recognizes Roan's insides and quickly severs his wrists.

Chang!

A sharp dagger appeared inside the wrist guard with a cheerful hiss of iron.

Bird is about to cut off his forehead with a swing of his arm.

I had a terrifying smile on my mouth.

"No matter how good the Spear is, it takes just that long to shorten….."

Suddenly, I was choked and blurred in front of my eyes when I thought about it.

"Knng!"

I felt the pain of breaking my neck.

Bird lowers his eyes and looks at his chest.

"The neck?"

My eyes are shaking like I can't believe it.

Instead of adjusting the length of Travis' spear, Roan cleverly reaches out his left hand, gently shedding Bird's dagger and grabs his neck.

From Bird's point of view, it felt like Roan was holding onto a loose collar, but it wasn't actually that simple.

Roan smiles bluntly and whispers in a small voice.

"The stranglehold....... is Raid's Law."

There was a simple fist extension, a neck grabbing movement, and all of them were tombstones of the Reid method.

That's why Bud, a well-known knight, gave up his neck without knowing the situation.

"Glug."

Bird rolls his eyes.

It looks very painful.

He wanted to put an end to the pain.

"Burn."

What a horrible thing to say.

At the same time, a dark red flame rises from your left hand holding your neck.

Glug glug!

The fire swallowed Bird's head as it did.

It reminded me of a similar hellfire.

Bloop.

As the flame subsides, Bird's head is no longer visible.

Roan's firearm turned his head to ash.

It was powerful enough to process.

"Hiic!"

"Yi, I'm not human!"

The Knights and Soldiers of Dally scream at Roan.

Everyone is terrified, staggering back and forth.

Of course, the line and formation that had been solid had collapsed.

Then 1,000 armies of Amaranth overrun it.

"Break through!"

"Annihilate the enemy forces!"

An awl-shaped armada of Amaranth slaughters Dally's troops in an incredibly agile and flexible manner.

He didn't have to go any further.

"My lord! The enemy has been destroyed and is on the run!"

In the deputy's report, Roan quickly sent a distress call.

"Break the enemy's flag! Steal the base and use it as a horse cover!"

That was the goal of Roan and Amaranth's forces in the beginning.

He was stirring the battlefield to his heart's content as a separate unit.

"Phew!"

Short, bold answers.

Amaranth forces chased the fleeing Dali troops, knocking down enemy flags and taking their base.

Boooooo!

Immediately, the trumpet sounds to announce the annihilation of Dally's troops.

Roan scrutinizes the battlefield, gripping the horse.

'The destruction of Dally's forces left a hole in the enemy's right wing.'

It was the result I wanted.

On the contrary, the torso is still thick and the left wing is thick.

But you've also been pushed back a little by the fierce assault on Lancefield, led by Brian, Harrison and Phil.

'I'll have to rip them limb from limb.'

The following objectives have been set:

Roan smiles faintly, flashing his spear.

Amaranth's troops have already lined up and are awaiting further orders.

"West to east! Enemy platoon breach! The next target is a Ranger, led by Walton Stark!"

"Chung! From the West! Enemy platoon breach! Walston Stark, Rangers!"

The soldiers of the Amaranth battalion mutter in unison and grip the hilt.

All of them close to the horse's balance.

A storm like the wind was about to begin again.

Roan steps back to the front and shoots out a sharp glare.

"Burn the heart of the enemy."

A voice that digs into my ears.

Later, Roan kicks the horse's belly while tightening his thighs.

Pavat!

The horse starts racing across the ground.

After that, Roan's voice echoes through the battlefield.

"Charge!"

* * *

"What the hell is going on?"

"Isn't that what you said?"

"Five citadels, including a fortress, and a major Node Area, have already fallen into their hands!"

The command room was noisy with all sorts of castles.

The fully armed commanders all set their sights on the Holy Land.

"Everyone calm down."

Soft voice.

Clay was the one with the cold eyes.

He smiled bitterly at the various reports stacked on the table and at the map with complex markings.

Reports and maps mean only one thing.

It was the defeat of the Rhine Liberation Army.

'This is unexpected.......'

Clay was also embarrassed, although he was smiling hard.

Clay was perfectly aware of and prepared for the war against the Lancefield Territories.

The number of troops, deployment, advancement, merger, information, enemy trends, prediction routes, the inadequate ability and propensity of Roan and his followers.

I thoroughly examined and reviewed every last one of them to come up with the perfect plan for the operation.

No, I thought I did.

But one of the things I thought was perfect was wrong.

"Roan Lancefield, were you this strong? '

It's only been a few years since I left his side.

Clay knew that Roan's talents were a little bit better than usual.

Of course, he was a fierce worker and knew that unknown luck was powerful.

'Taking into consideration many things and situations, we have inferred how many abilities, including force, have grown.......'

The analogy is the highest rank among the Knights of the Rhine Kingdom.

But Roan's skill in the early battle was not that high.

'The commander of the minimum palace knights, no, became the strongest within three fingers within the Rhine Kingdom.'

Growth far exceeds Clay's expectations.

"I made this mistake......."

There are two reasons why he made such a big mistake when he was listening to the news from the druids and informants.

The first of them is the interruption of the Elves.

Clay hasn't noticed yet, but Aelee and the elves following her have made a small scratch on the information the druids collect.

Mixing fake information with real information or turning some information into something subtle.

Thanks to this, Clay's anticipated results and plans were fracturing very little.

But in fact, the biggest reason Clay didn't predict Roan's growth properly is because

'I've underestimated Roan Lancefield.'

It was because of Loan's ignorance that was deeply embedded in my heart.

He still believes that Roan is luckier than he is.

'It's because I have good men.'

But from this moment on, I had to give up that uncomfortable thought.

'He is much better than I thought.'

Clay acknowledged Roan's ability.

I couldn't face him without acknowledging him.

"This is entirely my fault."

Clay bows his head to the commanders who were still staring at him.

An unexpected apology.

"Hmm. Well, in that case..."

"It's nice to admit it so quickly..."

The commanders quickly admitted their faults and had no choice but to back off with a straight face.

It was awkward for a moment.

At that moment, Mills, looking into the situation, asked in a calm voice.

"There's got to be a countermeasure, right?"

A question that draws out the flow correctly.

Clay smiles faintly.

"Of course."

He quickly replies and points to the map with his fingertips.

"Currently, Roan Lancefield is in the McGinley area. It is a vast plain without even the darkest hills. It's a great place for him to run."

Ugh.

My fingers moved a little north.

"The North Newark area, on the other hand, has rough terrain, making it an excellent place to ambush and ambush. We are planning to assemble a star unit to lure the Lancefield Territories to Newark. Put all the knights here......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"I can't believe you just dug all kinds of traps like a zombie. Tsk tsk tsk."

The sound of walking came out.

Clay stops and looks back at the direction in which his voice was heard.

The same goes for the other commanders, including Mills.

I looked all at the same place.

"Obviously, small-town people are small-town people."

The protagonist of his voice was a young man of great stature.

Mills frowns slightly.

"Dear Prince Heather Myers, A little soup? You're talking too much."

"Is that so? I'm sorry. I'm a terrible liar."

Heather Myers, a spectacularly tall young man, bursts into laughter with a big mouth.

Several commanders, especially the nobles from the Rhine Kingdom, expressions were stiff except for him.

'Zombies.'

Heather smirks at the scornful glare that pours down on her.

He takes a bumpy step and stands in front of Clay.

"Commander Clay. Don't complicate things."

Useless loud voice.

Heather taps her wide chest with her right hand.

"I'm going to the McGinley area."

The eyes gleam in a frightening glow.

"I'll slit the throat of Roan Lancefield or something."

A face and a voice you can be confident in.

Gulp.

The other commanders swallowed dry water with a slightly tense expression.

Clay, on the other hand, looks at Heather calmly.

Bird of Fortune Bear Heather Myers. '

A nobleman and knight of the Estia Empire, a rumor I had known all along.

Given his original title, he had to assume command of the Liberation Army.

However, Heather told Mills and Clay that she couldn't fight as long as she took on the post, giving up or leaving the command.

"The young aristocrats of the Empire, or knights, stand out." '

He was considered one of the most likely to become a sodmaster in the future.

'Hmm.'

Clay is momentarily troubled.

Although he is the commander of the Rhine Liberation Army, he cannot silence Heather, a nobleman of the Estonian Empire.

Besides...

'I'd love to see what an Imperial knight can do on this occasion.'

My head was clear.

Heather could catch Roan, and on the contrary, losing or decapitating him couldn't hurt.

'If I win, the war is over, and if I lose, my power will be even greater.'

The Estonian Imperial commanders leading Heather will be demolished.

Clay nods slowly.

"Very well. There's nothing more to it if you do that."

Scary to the end.

"Kuhahaha! All right! All right!"

Heather blows up the photon.

There was a strange glow in both eyes.

"I hear Roan Lancefield's old nickname was Red Ghost?"

Sharp energy gushes out.

"Hehehe. I'll make you a real ghost."

Self-confident.

On this day, Heather Myers, a bear of the Estonian Empire, marched into McGinley with her troops and knights under her command.

It was the beginning of a real war.

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