I am the Monarch

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Ian Phillips did not expect a chariot tower.

It was a great thing to command the conscripts who were clearly misfit.

'Plus Clay would be even more effective if he were a commander.'

It was a way to transform him into an elite force in a short time.

No, it was exactly the way to make it look like an elite force.

'Drawing a line on a pumpkin does not make it watermelon.'

Ian smiles strangely.

The Lines Liberation Army conscripts looked very firm, but in reality, they were very fragile.

Just a slight crack in the shell, and it almost collapses.

Except Clay's ability to break the shell wasn't as easy as I thought.

Even Fields was a classic.

But...

'For us.......'

The smile on my mouth became darker.

'There is a Lord.'

Eyes turned to the battlefield.

An exhilarating expedition of Roan and Amaranth's forces suddenly turn and head back towards the camp.

Looks like they're retreating.

But Ian was not embarrassed at all.

So far everything has been as planned.

Two or two!

The hoof rings roughly.

The forces of Roan and Amaranth retreat as far back as the Liberation Army's Right and Asta forces.

"Bypass!"

Roan gives the order with a call.

Blue!

With the sound of the horses' Turezil, Amaranth's troops turn to the west.

A massive bypass of Pills and Asta forces on the right.

Flutter!

A cavalry member of the Amaranth troops waves the flag.

Immediately, Fields and the rest of Asta's troops step back, knocking down their lines.

"Waaaah!"

"Push them back!"

The Liberation Army's right-hand man rises as the Asta Force retreats.

Excited to win against the elite force of Lancefield.

Thanks to Clay's command, the shifting ranks of troops falter slightly.

The noble commanders, knights, and elite soldiers that stood in the lead protruded forward, and the conscripts behind them slowly slowed down.

"What, what?!"

"Do I have to follow? Should I not?"

The conscripts were embarrassed.

Clay's orders from the car tower were different from his actual movements.

It was a situation that revealed a lack of experience.

The line that was hard had collapsed completely.

"Break through!"

Roan does not miss the opportunity.

"Phew!"

With a resounding response, Amaranth forces strike the right flank of the Liberation Army's lieutenant lieutenant.

Kuang!

As the horses, horses, horses and humans clashed, a dull thud erupted.

"Ow!"

"Oh, no!"

The conscripts are unable to concentrate on the attacks that are pouring into them.

"Out of my way!"

"Don't block the way!"

The Amaranth forces wield their swords, spears, and axes with their hands.

Squeak, squeak!

The terrible sound echoes in succession.

"Oh, shit!"

"Aye!"

The conscripts of the fallen right side instinctively wield their weapons.

But until just a few months ago, those peasants who were ordinary farmers were unable to deal with the Amaranth troops.

"Huff!"

"Glug."

The blood gusts with the sound of boiling sputum.

Then.

Puang!

Along with the tempest, a dark red flame erupted from all directions.

Flames and sparks.

In the middle of a beautiful and terrifying landscape, Roan appeared.

A faint, dark red light flows through your body.

Gulp.

The conscripts couldn't help but swallow dry water.

Roan glances at the soldiers and shouts in a loud voice.

"I report to the conscripts! Run if you want to live! I will not pursue those who flee! But......."

A low and powerful voice dug into my ears.

"I will not spare anyone who resists!"

Dyspnoea.

"D, run away?"

"D-Do you think you can save her if she runs away?"

The conscripts shudder.

As Roan looks at him, he exhales a long time.

In fact, he didn't want to badmouth the conscripts.

'But we cannot give them credit on the battlefield.'

It could have been like saving an enemy's life and losing an ally.

Kill or die.

That was the battlefield.

'But I give you a chance to run away.'

I would have slaughtered them all without even giving them a chance.

However, the number of conscripts among 70,000 troops in the 2nd Reins Liberation Army surpassed half.

'When one escapes, two people are shaken. When two people run away, you shake.'

Conscripts who lacked combat experience were much more likely to be shaken than regular soldiers.

"Say that again! Run! No one who runs will be chased!"

Roan shouts in a loud voice again.

This was not just a message for the nearby conscripts.

It was a message for the Liberation Army lieutenant, left, right, or all the recruits in the Third and Fourth Regiments, who had not yet been seen.

'If you hear this news, you will surely be greatly shocked.'

He wanted them to collapse on their own.

At least I didn't want to see you on the battlefield.

'When you meet…..'

Roan on the battlefield was a ghost and a martyr.

'Cause I have to kill him.'

Roan smiles bitterly and swings Travis' spear.

Spot!

With sharp ripples, the air blazes.

It feels like the space is torn apart.

"Ugh. I-I don't want to die!"

One of the conscripts runs away, abandoning his weapon.

That was the starting point.

"D, run!"

"Run for your lives!"

Recruiters who were dragged into the battlefield were forced to flee, throwing their weapons at them.

It seemed to see a similar tidal wave.

Soldiers who fell like sledges.

Thanks to this, the right wing of the Liberation Army collapses rapidly.

'Okay, got it.'

Roan smiles blurrily and sends a quick beep.

Orders not to pursue those who flee.

Instead, they turned their horses and attacked the elite soldiers of the Liberation Army, Right Armed Forces, who were engaged in a clash with the forces of Asta, including Fields.

"Huh?! Huh!"

"Dammit! What the hell is going on?!"

Right-Ik Elite Soldiers who were forcibly pushing the Asta troops away were greatly baffled by the sudden rear attack.

Fabababad!

The fire rises with the wind.

Roan and his horse protrude from the flames.

Spatula!

Every time Travis' spear makes a move, a few of the soldiers disappear into a ball of fire.

"Roan!"

"Disgrace!"

Some nobles and knights recognize Roan and scream.

Roan shakes his head with a blurry smile.

"I don't think now's the time for you to care about me."

The right-wing commanders frowned.

"What the……?"

A face full of curiosity.

At that moment.

Squeak!

A spear pierces the knight's chest with a eerie sound.

"Glug."

The knight was saved with the sound of boiling sputum.

"Huff!"

The commanders turn their heads in awe to find the Spear Master.

Where the eyes stay.

At the end was Fields.

At Roan's command, he steps back with the Asta Force and strikes back again.

"Let's really get started."

Fields twists his wrist, smiling.

At that moment, the spear that pierced the knight's chest trembled rapidly, shivering back and forth.

Furverbuck!

Every time, the enemy soldiers and knights bounce off.

A fearsome spear in a thread.

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

The Asta Force lunges over the fallen knights in front of the sharp spear.

As Roan looks at it, he quickly tugs at it.

"Fields, I'm leaving this to you!"

"Phew!"

Pills replied briefly and sprinkled the spear again.

Bubble, bum, bum!

You blur your spear and pierce the soldiers' heads.

It was a spear that became more powerful than last time.

Meanwhile, Roan turns his horse and heads back to the rear right-hand corner of the Liberation Army.

He and Amaranth defeated each of the Liberation Army's lieutenants marching into the battlefield.

No, actually, it was breaking a hard shell that was wrapped as an elite soldier.

Unlike the military headquarters and the left, the right side did not advance easily.

From the point of view of the entire Liberation Army platoon, the original plan was completely out of order.

"Excellent."

Clay smiles bitterly, looking down at the battlefield in the chariot tower.

'You found a solution sooner than I thought.'

Roan and Ian are better than I thought.

'Several separates the Elite Soldier and the Recruiter from each other and breaks the line.'

That was the solution.

Even if Clay is in command of me, it would be pointless if the conscripts themselves were to fall into chaos.

The Liberation Army used existing noble commanders, knights, and elite soldiers as hooks to prevent the conscripts from falling into chaos, and Ronan and Amaranth's troops severed the hooks.

Of course, to do that, we needed strong powerless men and soldiers.

'Roan Lancefield. You're definitely strong.'

He did the hard thing so easily.

I had no choice but to acknowledge the skills that led to the destruction of 30,000 Estonian Empire forces and the first division of the Rhine Liberation Army, led by the Duke of Heather Myers.

But there was no need to be discouraged.

Clay's gaze shifts along Roan and Amaranth's forces.

"From now on, you need to stay sharp."

He lays his hands on the cavalry and quickly gives a series of commands with a gesture.

Flutter! Flutter! Flutter!

The small flag flutters with no rest.

There was a subtle change in the right-wing formation that collapsed without hesitation.

Precisely, a rear guard, who has not yet encountered Ronan and Amaranth troops, twists the march path slightly and moves into oblique formation.

At the same time, the troops were moving at the same time, and the lines were clearly divided between thick and light.

Of course, it was a change only Clay could see from the top of the chariot, overlooking the entire battlefield.

"Ow!"

"Sa, help me!"

"Run!"

Meanwhile, Roan, along with Amaranth's forces, roughly pushed the right side of the Liberation Army's lieutenant.

A truly transverse battlefield.

At this rate, it seemed like it would soon be able to destroy the entire right.

Right then.

"Hmm?"

Roan frowns.

Immediately, a large number of troops that were blocking the way disappeared and an open landscape appeared.

"Oops……"

Roan smiles bitterly.

Understanding the situation later.

'Did I get directions without even knowing it…..'

The right-wing troops are tightly cornered.

I thought everything was going to be okay.

Clay, however, elaborately factored the troops forward and, with some odd advancements and passes, gradually lured Roan and Amaranth troops towards the central headquarters.

Roan instinctively targets a weak spot, and without even knowing it, he travels from the outside of the right wing inward to the headquarters of the Liberation Army Army.

'The right side became too thick to go back.'

Moreover, we were unable to wage a battle with right-wing units with the central headquarters behind our backs.

I had no choice.

'We should attack the central base.'

Roan smiles bitterly and looks at the Chapel Tower.

Clay's face is clearly visible.

smiling faintly.

It was a confident expression.

'You have a gift on your face.'

Roan looks back at the center.

Suddenly, it was no different from the left and right wing.

Ugh.

Roan grips his teeth.

'When the right side collapsed, the central headquarters and the left side also tried to collapse.'

It didn't matter if I started a little early.

Roan grips the prybar and raises Travis' spear high.

"We're breaking through the central base! Hard to port! Hard to port!"

"Phew!"

The Amaranth troops answer with one voice and kick the horse.

Two, two, two!

A fierce assault begins with the sound of horseshoes.

The armies of Amaranth line up Roan in the shape of a sharp fang.

It means that it will pierce through the central principle with a sharp pickle.

"So it's done."

Clay looks down at the battlefield from the top of the chariot tower and smiles faintly.

His gaze shifts with Roan and Amaranth's forces.

'If you think the central principal is the same as the left and right.'

My jaw twitches.

"Flag up."

As soon as the command is lowered, the cavalry pulls out a small flag.

Unlike the flag that has been waving so far, it was an elongated triangle flag.

Moment.

Boooooo!

The trumpet sounds from the central headquarters.

At the same time, the central base advances while maintaining its forward line starts to slow down.

It wasn't just that.

Soldiers in the center of the march and on the outskirts switch positions with each other.

Very fast and skillful.

Roan looks carefully at the enemies with Calian's tears.

His eyes tremble sharply for a moment.

'Druid.'

Those who hid themselves in the center of the formation and then appeared outside were not ordinary soldiers.

They were druids like Clay.

Why Roan was so sure.

There were quite a few familiar faces among them.

Especially.

'Seripa. Long time no see.'

Among the soldiers on the outside were Seripas, former head of the Druid Administration.

Clay was the Seripa who illegally monitored, intercepted Roan, and was assigned to the Druid Administration when he was spotted and left for Terminal Administration.

'We used to be pretty good with each other.......'

Roan smiles bitterly.

Unlike Clay, Roan firmly believes in the Seripas.

Seripa also believed in Roan rather than Clay.

Roan was also a little shocked when the two of them betrayed him, including the Sheriffs.

'Finally, we meet on the battlefield. That too.......'

The bitter smile became more intense.

'As the enemy.'

Roan bites his lower lip and kicks him in the belly.

Two or two!

The hoofbeats become more noisy.

Rough sprint, fierce charge.

Roan and Amaranth, and the Seripas and Druids in front of them.

They quickly approached.

That's when the druids drew the bizarre shape with both hands.

Flash.

The light flashes along the palm of my hand.

Moment.

Kuku Gugu Bow!

The ground in front of the druids rises with an unknown brown pillar.

Dwarf.

The earth trembles with the sound of thunder.

The brown column was raised just after rising as high as the car tower.

The column gradually became very familiar.

"Tree?" "Tree!"

"A giant!"

Amaranth soldiers scream with their eyes wide open.

Roan frowns.

'Summoning.......'

This was also the first time I had seen it with my own eyes.

No, actually, it was the first time in my life.

"Kuoooooo!"

Giant trees shake big branches together with the readiness.

"I, the tree, am screaming!"

"Go, the branches are shaking!"

That's amazing.

But there was something really amazing about it.

Kuoooo! Kuoooo!

With a huge bang, the giant tree begins to move.

They walked on two legs like humans.

Gulp.

The Amaranth troops all swallowed dry water with a nervous look.

However, Roan smiled strangely.

"Clay, is this your gift?"

My smile grew darker.

"I think I picked the wrong gift."

Powerful voice, relaxed expression.

Right then.

Paaaahhhh!

A dark red flame rises from Roan's body with a great heat.

The fire consumes him and his horses, and burns more fiercely.

Roan aims at the giant trees with Travis' spear.

"All......."

A low growling voice.

Soon, a great deal of work broke out.

"I'll burn you!"

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