I am the Monarch

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"Huff. Huff. Ugh."

Rough breaths filled my tongue.

His chest was heavily stretched up and down.

"Joe, just a little more! Cedes Castle is closing in on us!"

Mills Boysa shouts in a bad way.

"Yes, yes."

"Come on, everybody."

The commanders, knights, and soldiers following you struggle to raise their voices.

Everyone was a mess.

"Out of the 50,000 troops, only 5,000 followed….."

Mills takes a long sigh.

It was a complete loss.

'Roan Lancefield is not a man.'

I didn't want to admit it, but I had to.

Roan sweeps through the battlefield with the rain of fire.

You fought alone against 50,000 soldiers with a single spear.

'But in fact, he has roughly 5,000 men left.'

Of course, the ability to exterminate 5,000 soldiers alone was beyond the human category.

'More than 20,000 troops have been wiped out by Lancefield's invasion of Ian Philips.'

Mills gathers the remaining troops and attempts to fight back, but is unable to accomplish what he intends.

Over 20,000 conscripts have all surrendered or fled to Roan.

The rumors of Roan's battle with the Second Reich Liberation Army were true.

'He will fight right now and prepare for other battles, wars, and next battles and wars.'

He was different from the one who rushed into a fight immediately.

Mills grips his teeth.

'But it's too early to give up.'

His gaze led to the front.

Suddenly, Cedes Castle was in front of me.

'5,000 Elite Soldiers survived and 5,000 soldiers left in Cedes Castle. We wait for the Byron Empire Army and the Estelle Empire to join us as we make our stand. You can ask the Estonian Empire for reinforcements.......'

Moreover, Cedes Castle was as rich in supplies as the kingdoms of the North Line.

The number of saints was also large, so they could be used as a defensive force at times.

Ugh.

I split my teeth by myself.

"Roan, don't think this is the end. '

Mills pushes forward with a clenched fist.

One of the commanders walks forward screaming.

"Open the door! Liberation Army Division 3! Mills Boysa is back! The Commander is back!"

A loud voice knocks on the tightly closed gates and walls.

Somehow, however, the gate didn't even open.

No, there was no reaction to the pulpit or the castle.

"Hmm?"

Mills frowns as he looks up at the wall.

'That radiance just now......?'

Suddenly, I was creeped out to the back of my head.

I was cold sweating with an unpleasant and uneasy feeling.

"Shields up!"

Mills hunches over instinctively, screaming.

"Huh?! Huh!"

"Bar, shield?!"

The commanders, knights, and soldiers panicked at the sudden command and took the shield late.

At that moment.

Fibbing! Fibbing! Phoebebebibbing!

With a cheerful resonance, a black arrow envelops the sky.

Idiot! Idiot!

A sharp wave pierced my ears.

"Oh, shit! What the….."

"Stop him!"

5,000 undefeated soldiers hurriedly raise their shields.

However, the speed at which the arrows fell was a little faster.

Bubble, bum, bum!

"Huff!"

"Grrrgh!"

"Glug."

The stragglers barely survived and made it to Cedes Castle to die. One or two of them fell like hedgehogs.

"Ugh. Commander. It's hard to do this!"

"We must retreat!"

The commanders hide themselves under their shields and shout in an urgent voice.

Mills hesitated for a moment.

'Cedes Castle was the last burial ground....... Ugh.'

My face was distorted nicely.

'Roan Lancefield. You really are a ghost. In the meantime, you've taken down Cedes Castle!'

I want to scream.

"Knng!"

"Ugh!"

While Mills was struggling, the third legion of Liberation Soldiers were losing one or two lives.

"Commander!"

The commanders called Mills out loud.

Just then, Mills clenched her lower lip and nodded.

"Retreat. Moving northeast to join Byron's army." "

The retreat order has finally been issued.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The commanders and knights shout in a loud voice, and the barely holding back begins to cower.

It was a chaotic retreat, like a puppy on fire.

Puebuck. Puebuck.

As Mills and the soldiers retreated, the arrow baptism also subsided.

"Should we pursue?"

A soldier watching the situation on top of the wall carefully asked.

"No, you don't have to."

The short answer was Picio.

He smiles faintly and looks away at Mills' back.

"They're already trapped."

It was obvious that they would soon be captivated even if they didn't have to chase after them.

Roan was already looking over there.

Moreover, Fizzio was not carelessly in the position to vacate Cedes Castle.

'You may lose the castle.'

At the castle of Cedes, the followers of Clay, the Duke of Webster and the Estonian Empire were still staring at the opportunity with their dying breath.

Now it was best to wait for Roan, guarding the Castle of Cedes.

Fizzio turns his head and looks south.

'My Lord.'

It was as if I could see Roan's flag.

'Welcome.'

Something hot filled my heart.

'This is your land.'

Fizzio lets out a long breath.

His breath flows south in the wind.

* * *

It was sunny.

The sky was clear without clouds and the sun was warm.

The autumn winds of the mountains were sweet.

Everything is perfect day.

The gates of Cedes Castle, which were tightly closed, are wide open.

A giant cathedral overlying a flooding of moats.

Fizzio stands alone in front of him.

He stands facing south in a straight line of conquest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

You hear a low drum.

After that, the sound of the sound of the song rippled in my ears flew in the wind.

It was played by the Milta Army in the Lancefield territory.

Flutter!

At last, a massive flag is revealed at the end of the road.

< Commander Rhine. >

< Earl Lancefield. >

< Roan Lancefield. >

You can see Roan Lancefield riding a horse under the flag.

The battle has worn off a little, but the neatly groomed red armor shines with light.

The red cloak around your shoulders flutters in the wind.

I felt awe and majesty by myself just looking at it.

After many battles and wars, Roan grew more than just his strength and leadership.

He became a true leader, leading a large force and an army.

The advance was very slow.

I had no reason to rush.

Shortly after, with a cool autumn breeze, the Roan and Lancefield territorial forces came to the front of Cedes Castle.

"Congratulations on your improvement."

Fizzio bows in reverence.

Roan smiles bluntly and steps onto the ground.

"Fizzio, you've been through a lot."

He squeezes Fizzio's hand and puts it to rest.

"I just did what I had to do."

Fizzio was humble.

Roan glances at the pitchio, then nods slowly.

"I look forward to it."

In response, Fizzio lowers his head.

All the trouble and embarrassment that had been by Clay's side disappeared like snow.

"The saints are out. I will escort you to the Lordship."

Fizzio called the Kingdom of the North Lines the Lordship.

Roan nods silently.

Swinging your right hand gently, all the commanders who followed behind you step down from the horse.

"The commanders of the Thousand and Amaranth forces follow me to the mainland. The rest of the squad, form a camp."

"Phew!"

A bad but powerful answer.

Roan walks into Cedes Castle with a joyful smile.

As I stepped inside the wide open gate, I noticed the well-stretched road.

The wagon was wide enough to cover about four cars at the same time.

Even the king can't compare to Mills.

'Hmm.'

Roan forcefully swallowed the depression.

The massive crowd sits on either side of it.

It seemed that the citizens of Cedess and the residents of the surrounding area had gathered.

The surprising thing is that it's very quiet despite so many people gathering.

I could hear the breathing of the person next to me to help me with the lie.

Jubbuck. Jubbuck.

Roan takes a bold step forward.

Austin, Harrison, Brian, Fields and Walter followed.

Gulp.

The saints gazed at Roan and Amaranth's troops, swallowing their thirst.

Hot and warm eyes.

No, there was a look of aspiration.

Meanwhile, the Ronan and Amaranth forces reached the capital city at the center of Cedes Castle.

Right then.

"Earl Lancefield! Thank you!"

One of the crowd screamed loudly.

That was the beginning.

"Thank you!"

"I've been waiting!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

"Lancefill! Lancefield!"

"Roan! Roan!"

A hot scream erupted.

My ears hurt and my body was shaking because of the screaming.

As Roan tries to enter the fortress, he stops and looks back.

"Waaaahhhh!"

Thanks to this, the shout grew louder.

Roan takes a few steps back and bows deeply.

The commanders and Amaranth troops also bowed down along with Roan.

The nobles and longevity of the kingdom bowed their heads before the common people.

"Ah......."

The saints who patronized Roan and praised the Lancefield army burst into low elasticity.

They stop cheering and bow their heads to Roan and Amaranth's forces.

Warm silence settles throughout Cedes Castle.

Different people, but the same people look down at each other that way.

How long has it been?

Roan rears his waist and moves toward the fortress.

There was no speech.

Now was not the time to talk.

They had a lot to talk about with each other's minds and minds.

'That's why I follow the Lord.'

'The Lord is different from other nobles.'

'This is the one who will be bigger.'

Earl Lancefield's mugs clench their fists, looking behind Roan.

A hot energy whirls through the veins.

Pride and respect.

They pledged and pledged to follow in Roan's footsteps forever.

"We're here."

The picio, who was walking earlier, stopped at the big door.

It was a much more spectacular door than the royal palace in Mill and the King's clash.

Roan nods slightly.

Immediately, two Amaranth battalion Taoists approach and open the door that was firmly closed.

A glamorous scene appeared through the gradual entrance.

A battle decorated with all kinds of jewelry.

"Hmm."

Some commanders, including Austin, blurted out.

Because I felt repulsed and offended by the overly glamorous appearance of the war.

Then.

"Ah! Finally."

A bright voice echoes the battle.

Roan stands still and stares at the entrance.

A huge chair at the end of a long rug.

There was a young man dressed in an eyesore splendid garment.

"That's Barry Webster."

Picio approaches and whispers in a small voice.

Roan nods slightly.

Young man, he was Barry Webster, son of Duke Bradley Webster, king of the North Line kingdom and deceased.

"I've been waiting."

Barry smiles brightly and gestures.

Thoughtless.

No, it was stupid.

Roan remains motionless.

"Huh. The king is calling you!"

"Say hello!"

The old nobles beneath Barry raised their voices.

The maximum number was five.

There were some who appeared to be knights behind them, but the number was also within and outside of the twenty.

"It was originally people who were pushed to the province by Clay. As soon as I heard Clay was dead, I returned to Cedess Castle to protect Barry Webster in the vicinity."

Picio once again said in a low voice.

Roan smiles bluntly and looks at Barry and the elders.

'Fools.'

He was already aware of their plot.

'You want to be treated as the king of your country.'

It's different.

"Earl Lancefield. Our kingdom of the North Lines had no intention of fighting the Kingdom of the Rhines. This war was all Clay's doing."

Barry shakes his head, smiling bitterly.

"Of course, it is my fault that I did not manage the steps properly. I want to confess my mistake and ask for forgiveness later."

The elders around you are terrified of finishing their words.

"It was all Clay, that lowlife."

"This thing's dead anyway, so it's over. How about we end this argument and make peace?"

"We'll pay our dues and relocate to the southern McGinley area in exchange for admitting our faults."

"As well as embracing each other's alliances, how about we stay close as brothers in the future?"

Bullshit continues.

They tried to defend the Kingdom of the North Lines at all costs.

'If we can maintain the kingdom, we can live in mourning until we die.'

'You'll be able to enjoy all kinds of rich movies.'

Dirty desires filled my head and chest.

Roan smiles brightly at his appearance.

I couldn't help laughing.

It was ridiculous to be angry.

But Barry and the nobles saw Roan's smile and misunderstood as much as I wanted.

"Indeed. If this works out, Earl Lansfield will honor you." What do you think? "

Barry continues his nonsense without noticing.

"Hahaha. That's good."

"His Majesty the King!"

The elders chuckle and shudder.

At that moment, the smile disappeared from Roan's mouth.

He glances at Barry and the elders coldly.

"You're talking nonsense."

The voice is more suffocating because it is bold.

Boom.

There is a static settlement in the battle.

Barry and the nobles, laughing loudly, look at Roan with their mouths wide open.

They didn't speak with a surprised look.

At that time, Roan shakes his right hand lightly.

Moment.

"Phew!"

The armies of Amaranth rush to the elders, kicking the floor.

"Huh?!"

"Uh, uh, uh......."

The elders shake their hands, their eyes wide open in a sudden situation.

My body hardened like a statue.

And...

Screaming!

The swords of the Amaranth troops cut off the heads of the nobles.

It just happened so fast.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Barry yells with his eyes wide open.

Bang!

I was so surprised that I fell off the chair and rolled the floor.

"Aah! Blood, blood!"

The blood of the nobles drenched my hands and clothes.

"Ugh."

Barry looks stunned, his hands trembling.

How pathetic.

"I, Your Majesty!"

"You bastards!"

The knights behind you try to draw their swords late.

But...

"Don't move."

Brian, Pills, and the Taoists were already behind them.

"Ugh."

The knights take their hands off the longsword and raise their arms overhead.

At their level and numbers, we couldn't take on Roan and Amaranth's troops.

It was Barry's stupidity.

He had no idea what Roan and Lancefield were capable of.

Roan slowly takes a step back and stands in front of Barry.

"In the name of Roan Lancefield, commander of the Reines Kingdom, Barry Webster is charged with treason."

At that, Barry looks up at Roan.

White face.

He shakes his head with an unbelievable look.

"I, I am the King of the North Line Kingdom. Kingdom of the North Line......."

When the horse goes on like that.

"There is no North Line kingdom in this world."

Roan looks at Barry decisively.

Barry continues to shake his head.

"No, no, no! I am the king of all nations! It's the king!"

One last move.

Roan smiles blurrily.

"Barry Webster. You are neither king nor noble."

It was also a decisive voice.

"You were the child of an ignorant nobleman in the world, and only a sinner who led innocent people to their deaths because of vain desires."

Roan takes a deep breath.

"Sinner Barry Webster. I'll have you beheaded."

Finally, the verdict falls.

One of the paladins steps forward and draws his longsword.

Grrr.

The sound of iron pierced my ears.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. Sa, help!"

Barry reaches out for Roan.

Roan raises his eyes at the paladin, expressionless.

At that moment.

Spot!

The Longsword has divided the space.

Screaming!

With a terrible sound, Barry's throat is slit clean off the floor.

Futile death.

Barry Webster, who was messing with Clay and the Kingdom of Rhine, met his end.

"Whew."

Roan sighs a long time.

It's all over now.

But now was not the time to rest.

There was something really important that remained.

"Austin."

Austin approaches with a low voice.

"Tonight, I will tell everyone what I want to know."

It was an unknown word, but Austin already knew what it meant.

"Yes, I'll be ready."

He lowers his head with a touching look.

The same is true of the various commanders who plucked backwards.

They knew what he meant.

Roan glances quietly at the faces of the commanders.

All these years have passed before me.

Starting with the terminal spearer and coming here now, I've been through a lot and a lot of war.

'It would have been impossible without them.'

Roan smiles blurrily.

He said in a bold and gentle voice.

"Come with me to King Mills."

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