I am the Monarch

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Roan Lancefield was calm.

Tae-yeon.

Both eyes sparkled and glowed.

'Finally.'

I glanced at the uninvited crowds with a bold but sharp gaze.

Light green brown hair, slightly darker grey skin, beautiful appearance and vibrant height.

Above all, the two eyes that appeared in the darkness shimmered in a blue light to the seriousness.

There was only one race that looked like this in the world.

Colby screams, impatient.

"Dark Elves!"

It was true.

The last guest who appeared instead of the assassins of the Black Moon Guild.

The Dark Elves are who they are.

Colby and other assassins instinctively backed off.

'Da, Dark Elves are different from regular Elves.'

Unlike ordinary Elves who are guardians of forests and nature and love peace and hate fights, destruction and killing, the Dark Elves were extremely instinctive.

They take care of the blood on their hands.

Thanks to this, the Dark Elves in the human world are called the Guardians of Darkness and the Guide to Death.

'They are legends to our assassins.'

Most of the most famous assassins in history were Dark Elves.

Gulp.

Colby swallows dry saliva.

I was sweating cold behind my back.

'200 guild brothers must have died at the hands of Dark Elves.'

It was a situation that I could surmise without even looking.

'We must flee.'

Instinct choice.

Colby quickly sent a distress call.

Tada!

At the same time, more than 40 assassins hit the ground.

But...

Idiot! Idiot!

Dozens of arrows fly through the darkness, with a sharp wave waiting.

Bubble Bug!

The sharp arrowheads pierce the assassins' necks.

"Ugh."

Colby was the only one who survived.

You twisted yourself so close to dodging an arrow thanks to your skills.

"No, that's ridiculous."

What I said to Roan once again flows out the same way.

Colby stares around, crouching.

He looked for the masters of the arrows who drove his brothers, guild assassins, to their deaths.

Pa 'a.

As the forest split apart, there appeared to be more than 10 Dark Elves.

They don't wear a suit of armor, they are dressed in plain travel clothes, holding a black bow with a much larger and more colorful pattern than their torso.

"You just wiped out over 40 of our assassins with 10!"

Unbelievable things happened in succession.

One of the Dark Elves, who later appeared, muttered with a grumpy expression.

"You surprised me with nothing. It didn't take long to clear out the 200 people hiding in the forest......."

"Ah......."

Colby sighs.

I was right about that.

He gripped his teeth.

'There is no escape.'

I realized it was impossible to escape the clutches of the Dark Elves.

But...

Ugh.

I cracked my teeth.

It was an impossible situation to survive, but it didn't shatter my pride.

'I am the Vice Master of the Black Moon Guild, the mightiest of mankind. Even if I die, I'll cut the heads off of the Dark Elves.'

I made a big commitment and clenched my fist.

He stands tall, bracing his trembling legs.

But...

Machine geek!

Dozens of Dark Elves, as if awaiting, draw a bow at Roan, Berin, and Colby.

Desperate times.

"You bastards!"

Colby screeches into the ground.

At that moment.

Fibbing! Fibbing!

The arrows crack the space with a sharp wave.

An arrow from the crewmen flew towards Roan, Berin, Colby's head, neck, and chest, respectively.

"Die!"

Colby wields his sword, screaming.

Screaming!

He showed off the dance of cutting out a few arrows, but that was the limit.

Puebuck!

Three arrows were embedded in each head, neck, and chest.

Perfect craftsmanship.

"Glug."

Colby slumps with the sound of blood boiling.

It was a false death.

The Dark Elves smiled strangely, satisfied.

However, the smile soon disappeared.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Because there was an enormous explosion where Roan and Berin stood.

"Hmm?"

Like Colby, the Dark Elves, who thought they were going to die in the form of hedgehogs, frowned at the sudden situation.

Thunder, thunder, thunder.

Along with the sound, a thunderstorm rises in front of Roan and Berin.

The fiercely flying arrows tremble with thick piles of dirt and stone.

Kugung.

Once more, with a dull sound, the chunk of ground rises up and down.

At the same time, Roan and Berin appear.

Roan was smiling bluntly, and Berrin was always relaxed, his eyes wide open to see if this was a bit of a surprise.

"You have no manners shooting arrows."

Roan shakes his head with a swirling smile.

"What are you?"

The first of the Dark Elves asked with a cold expression.

"I……"

Roan was about to introduce himself in a soft voice.

"No, you don't have to say it. He's gonna die here anyway."

A cold yet resolute voice.

'We cannot let them live, because there is a commotion near the altar.'

Among the dark elves, the fairly elderly rachel smiles bitterly.

It was difficult for the world to know the location of the altar.

No, not the location of the altar, but the existence of the altar itself should not be known.

He snorts at the bodies of the assassins.

'Hmph. How dare you step into the realm of the Dark Elves. Fools.'

In fact, we didn't even notice the entrance into the mountains between Roan and Berin.

Because the location of the Hunter's Cabin was so elaborate, and Roan and Berin didn't make a scene either.

However, the appearance and discreet movement of over 200 assassins was clearly appreciable.

Because there were so many numbers and wandering around in the mountains.

'I also found out that they have a cabin here.'

It was a good thing.

Rackle flinches his right hand lightly.

Pavat!

Dozens of Dark Elves have surrounded Roan and Berin.

Rachael's gaze is on Roan.

'It seems to use strange technology, but it's just a human being.'

Once more, your right hand moves.

Machine geek!

Dozens of Elves pulled the bow at the same time.

"Tsk!"

Berrin bites his lower lip, raising his bow.

But midwifery.

At this rate, it would look like a hedgehog.

Fibbing! Fibbing!

The Dark Elves fire arrows without hesitation.

Berrin didn't give up, but pulled the bow.

Right then, Roan rolls his foot and smacks him to the ground with his right hand.

Kuaaaaang!

There was a bigger noise than before.

At the same time, the ground where Roan and Berin stood fades down.

"Ouch!"

Berrin snaps at the buttocks, screaming in surprise.

At the same time, the darker elves' arrows pass overhead.

It was my old life.

"Grrrgh!"

"Suck!"

The Dark Elves twist in surprise at the arrows of their allies flying from opposite sides.

Right then.

Pa!

Roan rises from the dirt below.

Speed that is hard to catch up with.

But the Dark Elves were Dark Elves.

"Kill him!"

The Dark Elves draw their longswords instead of their bows.

The sword is narrower in width and slightly longer in length than humans prefer, and it moves through the darkness.

A swift counterattack as Roan moves.

Roan and the Dark Elves.

That's how the real brawl began.

Puck! Puck! Catch! Catch!

Roan's fist and foot became a light, splitting the space.

Some dark elves come crashing down, their arms and legs broken, and they roll to the ground.

But I didn't lose my life in one punch like the assassins of the Black Moon Guild.

They straighten into position and rush back towards Roan.

Spot!

Dozens of longswords move violently as if they were sweeping over Roan's body.

At that moment, Roan's feet move dizzily.

His spirit fades like fog.

Tsk, tsk!

The Dark Elves' black air splits nicely.

Occasionally, the swords of the good ones flew towards Roan's head and chest, but that was also useless.

Bloop!

He placed the backs of his hands on their swords, gently flowing to the left and right.

"Huff!"

"Hehe!"

The Dark Elves stagger and lose their balance as if their swords were being drawn.

Roan does not miss the opportunity.

Spot!

A fist with a firearm moves along the narrative of the Reid technique.

Out of the way!

The bones of the Dark Elves' faces settle.

Sniper Strike.

"Damn it!"

"Drive it crazy!"

The Dark Elves spit their filth and strike the ground again.

Blindness spills out.

Ugh!

Ronan bites his teeth at the Dark Elves' acceptance.

'It's not like the Black Moons.'

No, it's not like the many soldiers and knights that have fought on the battlefield so far.

With the Dark Elves in mind, even a talented Roan couldn't afford to relax.

Of course.

That doesn't mean I'm going to lose. '

Roan grips his teeth and raises Mana.

Fierce firearms heat both arms and legs.

Kuang!

Roan's body explodes with a strong, firm energy.

"Grrrgh!"

"Ugh!"

The Dark Elves bounce back and forth.

'Dammit. Who the hell is this guy?'

Rachael was embarrassed.

I never thought I'd be able to resist a single human being.

'You must kill them.'

No matter how difficult the opponent is, it was a matter of dealing with it.

The two eyes move swiftly looking for Ronan's weakness.

Right then.

"Ugh. My butt hurts. Why did the ground suddenly go out?"

With a sharp voice, Berrin climbs to the bottom of the deeply extinguished ground.

"Ah!"

At that moment, both of Rachael's eyes sparkled.

"That bitch!"

He quickly sent a call.

The Dark Elves closest to Verin recognize the signal and hit the ground.

The idea was to use Berrin as a hostage to slit Roan's throat.

"Oops!"

In fact, he was embarrassed.

The situation is quite far from Berin.

I couldn't control my distance while fighting the Dark Elves.

Berrin's life was at stake.

'I can't help it.'

Roan bites his lower lip.

He quickly waves his right hand.

A tiny black bar tucked under the sleeve comes into the palm of your hand.

In the meantime, the Dark Elves reach the Berin foothills.

"All right! Get her!"

Rackle shouts for joy.

Just in time.

Paaaahhhhhh!

Along with an enormous wave, a solid, elongated black stick appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The wand cuts through the space in an instant and slams the sides of the Dark Elves, reaching for Verin.

No, it went through.

Squeak!

A sharp window rises from the blunt end.

"Glug."

The Dark Elves who were after Berin died without even knowing it.

"W-what......."

"What the hell is this….."

Rachael and other Dark Elves open their eyes to the sudden unfolding.

The same was true of Berin, who thought he was going to die.

Everyone's gaze suddenly shifted along the black bar.

Gulp.

I drooled on my own.

The person holding the black stick at the end of his gaze.

He was Roan.

Of course, the black stick in his hand was Travis' spear.

"Surprised?"

Roan smiles brightly, conscious of the gaze that poured down on him.

As you twist your wrist at the same time, Travis' long spear narrows in an instant.

"Wow!"

Berin was frankly amazed at the astonishing sight.

On the other hand, the faces of the Dark Elves, including the Rackles, became white.

"Well, well, well..."

"Travis spear?!"

It was not something that could be seen in these mountains.

'Travias Spear is the weapon of the so-called warlord King of Amaranth.......'

'Why is it here?'

'How did the merchant get his hands on that weapon?'

When I thought about it.

Pavat!

Over a dozen Dark Elves emerge as the forest around the hut clears.

"Rachael. I ran here because it was too noisy..... but it's okay, right?"

Heavy voice.

The appearance of Travis' spear gives you a bright smile on Rachael's face, momentarily dumbfounded.

"Arikan. You've come at the right time!"

It was really nice to meet you.

The Arican is a little nervous to see the largely unpleasant Rachael happy.

'He welcomed me. It looks like something's not right.'

The natural gaze led to Roan.

He was an ordinary, no, ugly pick-me-up merchant.

However, the dead bodies of the Dark Elves lie around him.

'Did they win the battle against dozens of people alone?'

The Arican swallows dry water in an unbelievable situation.

Larkle looks at it and shouts.

"He's no ordinary man. We have to work together."

There are only 20 Dark Elves left in his command at this time.

There were about fifty of them brought in by the Aricans, so that makes about 70 of them.

'If you come out there and the Aricans cooperate.......'

It is concluded that there is enough odds.

It was a big miscalculation, of course.

At that moment, Roan smiles bluntly and nods.

"Finally."

Raquel and the Arican frown at the sound of a bad flow.

"Finally? Are you waiting for the Arican?"

"Waiting for me?"

I remembered a somewhat embarrassed look on my face.

At that, Roan shakes his head.

"Not your guests......."

The smile on my mouth became darker.

"My guests."

An enormous surge of energy erupts from around the hut clearing.

"Huff!"

"Grrrgh!"

The dark elves, including the racers and the arcanes, swallowed up the wind in a powerful and sharp force that was pouring out on them.

My whole body rang.

Berrin, on the other hand, was expressing himself normally.

She doesn't feel this tingling sensation at all.

Roan looks at the crowded Dark Elves and says in a bold voice.

"I command you."

Passes.

The wind in the mountains shook the bushes and branches.

No, maybe the ferocity is shaking in the middle.

The Dark Elves, including the Rachels and the Aricans, stand still and stare deeply into their eyes.

"Kneel all of you."

Unknown word.

Rachael and the Arican are frowning and trying to blow their heads off.

"Phew! I'll take my orders!"

A tremendous voice erupts from all sides.

At the same time, bushes and branches split apart, and tens and hundreds of men poured out into the void.

They were all wearing different kinds of clothes, typically with red laces on their wrists.

Blub-ub!

Following a sharp and spicy movement, the red strap shivers vigorously.

At that time, the letters that were written along the rope dug into my eyes.

< Amaranth. >

Hundreds of men with red laces on their wrists.

They were the Taoists on the Amaranth choir who chased after the mysterious procession.

"Amaranth Stage!"

"What are these guys doing here?"

Racquel and the Arican scream out loud.

Then Roan wipes his face with his left hand, holding Travis' spear in his right hand.

Immediately, the innocent and gentle face disappeared, revealing a manly and charming face.

"Ah......."

The racquetballs and the arcanes blew a low sigh.

It was a face I had seen dozens and hundreds of times through portraits.

"You, you......."

They didn't make it easy to talk.

Roan smiles bluntly and replies with a confident voice.

"I am the Monarch of the Amaranth Kingdom......."

An enormous majesty emanates from your body.

"This is Roan Lancefield."

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