I am the Monarch

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"Hehe!"

"Grrrgh!"

A short murmur flows through the soil column.

It was the beginning of a full-scale fight.

Bang, bang! Kuku Gugu Bow!

Continuously, an explosion erupted.

The soil pillar continues to rise, revealing its dead belly.

The ground that cracked and hardened the rocks dug deep.

"Stand down!"

"Stand back and regroup!"

As soon as Hedley called out, the white commanders took their orders and withdrew with the soldiers.

It was a fairly swift retreat while repairing wounded soldiers.

It was a scene that prevented the Western military from exercising significantly.

'Good. Now I can use all I want.'

Roan grips his teeth as the soldiers move away.

The muscles bulge tightly and Manahall's Mana swings violently.

Paaaahhhh!

The dark red Mana rises high above Travis' spear.

Glug-ug-ug!

The light soon became a fire.

"Kneel!"

Roan twists his spear as he struggles.

A spear that had risen overhead hurled a dark red flame and split the space.

"Hmph! I am Gorg, the most powerful general in the world! No one gets down on my knees!"

Gorg swings his hammer across the two sides, striking the flames of Travis' spear.

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

There was a much bigger explosion than before.

At the same time.

Kuku Ball Bow.

The mountain foothills are barely holding on, trembling violently, and soon they begin to crumble.

It was a landslide.

"This is not a human fight......."

Luckily, Hedley stepped back before the avalanche happened, shaking his head wide open.

Since then, the western army has been stacked as well.

They were fascinated by the ground shaking, the mountains crumbling, and the space breaking apart.

"Cough."

A loud cough erupts from the dust.

The protagonist of the cough was Roan.

'Stronger than I thought.'

He smiles bitterly, stealing his mouth with the back of his hand.

'You are the strongest person who has ever faced it.'

It was nothing compared to Simon Lines.

Simon, who was a fast runner, was strong enough to process, but he was still able to defeat Flamdor and Travis easily after combining their forces together.

"Hahahahaha!"

Gorg blows up the ironworks.

He smashes his foot firmly with two hammers.

Kuang!

With a heavy bang, the hammer buries into the ground.

"I heard there's no one stronger than Roan Lancefield on the east side of the Grains..."

Small, thin eyes that don't fit into the size glow.

"I'd be disappointed if there was no one stronger than you. You decided to take over the eastern region for no reason. The two empires west of the Gran Mountains would have been more fun. Hahahaha!"

The laughter echoes in the mountains.

You can hear it clearly in the ears of the distant Western soldiers.

"Chef, Commander Chun......."

"Ho, are you in danger..."

When some soldiers speak with a worried look on their faces.

"Shut your mouth."

Hedley shoots you in a cold voice.

He stands firm and stares at Roan, who is far away.

There were no slight waves in the eyes.

Hedley speaks in a loud, resounding voice so that the Western soldiers can hear him.

"Your Majesty is victorious."

My face was full of conviction.

"Amaranth……"

The end of the sentence trembled.

It was an unseen rating.

"It never withers!"

The last thing I did was wind up in Gorg's ear.

"It won't wither forever? That's funny."

He looks right at Roan and smiles strangely.

"If you don't wither, I'll crush you to pieces."

Scared to death, Gorg plunges to the ground.

The giant was incredibly agile.

It was certainly much faster than the regular soldiers and was slightly faster than Mana's trained Taoists and Knights.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

The two hammers split the space in time.

Roan tightens his feet and makes Travis' spear thick.

At the same time, he pulls Mana up and slaps the hammer handle firmly.

Kuaaaaang!

Along with the sound of the blast, two hammers pressed down on Roan and the spear.

"You survived this!"

Gorg bursts into horror as Roan looks at his own strength.

"Ugh!"

He took a deep breath and gave his arms strength.

Fouss.

Roan's feet dig into the ground.

A huge force that seems to be shattering all over you spills from your head to your toes.

It was truly a terrifying force.

"Die!"

Gorg raises his strength once more.

Kugu!

Roan's knee is half bent.

"Hahahahaha!"

Gorg's Photoshop slaps you in the ear.

Just then, Roan turns around, placing his right hand on the spear.

The hammer that was barely holding it pressed against my back.

A situation where you can get your head bashed in.

But Roan was a little faster.

He slams Gorg's side with his right elbow, just as he spun.

Ewwww!

My elbow caved in his side, not even changing armor.

"Grrrgh!"

Gorg bites his jaw at the pain of the entire intestine shaking.

The power of the hammer disappears.

Roan quickly steps back and pushes the spear forward.

A blaze rises through the window and flies to Gorg's chest.

But...

"You!"

Gorg was a monster.

He wields his hammer again, without hesitation from Roan's attack.

Travis' spear and hammer clash once more.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The dust rises with the sound of thunder.

A paused landslide resurfaces.

At the same time, one of the two people bounced out the back.

He strikes forcefully against the hillside rocks.

Kugu!

The chunks of rock crumble with a heavy voice.

A fierce dust rises from the air.

A strange static settles down.

Where the dust settled first, there were two brawls.

"Hahahahaha!"

A photon shop bursts out as if it was waiting.

It was Gorg who stood guard at the end of the brawl.

"Ah......."

"Your Majesty!"

The Western soldiers you were watching sigh whiteningly.

Hedley, who was firm without a doubt, swallowed dry saliva with a tense expression for this moment.

The shivering eyes lead to the chunks of rock that Ronan stumbled upon.

Rarely, however, I couldn't see Roan.

"Even the Eastern strongest, Roan Lancefield, can't stand my two hammers, Pistuca!"

Gorg thunders in a loud voice, wielding his two hammers, Pistuca.

"Eastern Humans! Bees fall! I, General Gorg, will soon lead my soldiers......."

When the horse gets there.

Tucson. Tucson. Tofu, tofu.

The wretched chunks of rock crumble and fall from the rubble.

"Hmm?"

Gorg stops the ironworks and looks at the rocks.

At that moment.

Kuang!

With a loud bang, the chunks of rock bounce off the ground.

The pale dust rises, but the wind blows away.

"Ah!"

Elasticity erupts from the Western soldiers' mouths.

The man stands among the rubble.

I had hoped that Roan Lancefield would be all right.

"Phew."

Roan takes a long breath and lightly plushes his clothes with his right hand.

Stones and dirt fall beneath your feet.

"Not good."

He shakes his head, muttering in a small voice.

"It's impossible."

I smiled bitterly.

Gorg, who was watching, soon bursts into the mines.

"Hahahaha! I thought you were alive, but you're giving up?" "

He nods loudly at the big head.

"Yes, yes. You keep coming at me, I'm gonna get you. Give up neatly and stick out your neck. With my Pistuca, your head in one fell swoop......."

When the horse gets there, Roan shakes his head with a burst of laughter.

"What nonsense are you talking?"

Bold and soft voice.

"Ugh, yeah? Bullshit?"

Gorg stammers with a blank face.

Roan turns his distraught neck and raises Travis' spear lightly.

A slow awakening Gorg lets out a loud voice.

"Son of a bitch! You just said you were in trouble. You said you couldn't!" That meant giving up the fight! "

At that, Roan smiles blurrily.

"That's..."

Strange winds begin to rise around the ground he walks on.

"I meant it would be hard to capture you alive."

At that moment, Gorg's face distorted nicely.

"What, what?! A siege or capture?"

There is life at the end of the horse.

Right then.

Paaaahhhhhh!

An enormous wind hovers around Roan.

It reminded me of a similar storm.

"Huff."

Even the heavy, enormous Gorg is so overwhelmed by the wind.

"You've heard rumors that I'm the strongest in the East?"

You hear Roan's voice in the wind.

Gorg presses the helmet over the tiger skull and stares at Roan.

"The rumors are wrong."

My voice grew stronger and stronger.

"I……"

I smiled at Roan's mouth.

"The continent is the strongest."

At the end of the sentence, the violent storm disappears.

"Khh."

Gorg glances at Roan, gently unwinding his powerful leg.

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

He stammers a little surprised.

The end of the giant hammer points to Roan.

Roan grins softly and squeezes Travis' spear.

A whiff of wind blows through your hair.

Unlike usual, hair that grew long to the waist was very dark red in color.

The same was true of the eyebrows and pupils.

Moreover, the dark red light flows blurrily along my body.

"This is what real shame looks like."

Even without pulling Mana out, a choking sensation came out of my body.

The monarch, not literally the majesty of the monarchy.

"Shrine, shame? A fool! A mere mortal calls God!"

Gorg grunts, raising two hammers.

He couldn't handle the situation.

"I can't believe this Gorg feels intimidated! '

I couldn't admit it.

'Kill.'

The evil light flows through my eyes.

"You look like you've changed your hair color!"

Gorg can't take it anymore. He crashes the ground.

Faster and more agile than ever before.

He quickly narrowed the streets to the top of Roan's head.

"Die!"

Gorg swings Pistuca without delay.

Whoo-hoo!

An enormous wave struck my ear.

Roan smiles blurrily, looking at the two hammers in front of him.

"I'm sorry, you can't kill me."

The light flashed before my eyes for a moment.

No, a beam of light shattered the space.

Ka River!

With an enormous iron screech, the giant pistach bounces lightly.

It was Travis' thin spear that hammered out the light.

"Grrrgh!"

Gorg sobs at the heavy impact he feels through his palms.

No way! I can't believe you changed your hair color so much! '

He grips his teeth and forcefully pulls Pistuca, which bounces off both sides.

The muscles of both arms struck out.

Pa!

At that moment, Roan's face suddenly appeared before my eyes.

He was still smiling faintly.

"From now on, all you can do is avoid or stop."

A bold voice dug into my ears.

"If only I could."

Very insulting.

"Son of a bitch….."

Gorg wanted to give him a big insult.

But I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut as I watched Travis' spear fly towards my neck.

He pulls the hammer close enough to block Travis' spear.

Ka 'ang!

An enormous hiss erupted.

"Grrrgh!"

You feel the pain as if your grip is torn.

"Damn it!"

Gorg swings the other hammer hard.

But...

Ka 'ang!

You are also blocked at the other end of Travis' spear.

"Phew."

Roan sighs and smiles strangely.

That's when it started.

Pavat! Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga!

Travis' spear cuts through the room, drawing a beam of light.

"Khh. Khh!"

Gorg backs away from the staggering dance and barely defends against Roan's attack.

Given the situation, it looks like Roan is literally overwhelming Gorg.

But...

'Definitely not easy.'

It was also frustrating for Roan to drive Gorg away.

He pulls up the real power he's had sealed since the battle with Simon, but doesn't stand a chance.

With a relaxed expression and gesture, you deceive Gorg's eyes.

That's why I couldn't capture him alive.

'At least one limb should be disconnected.'

It was possible, too, if we're lucky.

I was much more likely to die.

I had to fold up the meaning of catching him alive and revealing his identity.

'There's nothing I can do.'

Roan grips his teeth and swings Travis' spear again.

Kaga, Kaga, Kaga!

The sound of the iron bells resounded.

A spark erupts and a lump of earth erupts.

Guava, Guava, Guava.

The boulder breaks and the hillside crashes down.

"Ugh! Back up a little more!"

Hedley hurriedly gives the order and pulls back.

Ever since Roan opened his power, the aftermath has spread even further.

The Western soldiers moved quickly.

Kugu!

The spot where they were originally standing collapsed with the crack, as if they were waiting.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed the drought.

"What a shame. What a shame. '

It was not one person's idea.

Everyone's eyes were filled with awe.

Then.

Kuaaaaaaang!

Along with the thunder, the soil pillar rises and the firm Gorgo bounces back.

Kuku Gugu Bow!

He rolls the floor and throws himself into a huge cliff.

It was Roan's perfect strike and a cool counterattack.

"Waaaahhhh!"

The western soldiers raise their hands and shout.

However, Roan's expression was profoundly bold.

He knew the battle was not over yet.

It's different.

Tofu. Tofu.

The whole cliff trembles.

At the same time, a massive figure emerges from a deeply drilled hole.

Gorg.

"Cough."

Red blood erupts with a cough.

He twisted his face stealing his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You son of a bitch. How dare you hurt this Gorg?"

Gorg grips his teeth and brings the two ends of the hammer together.

Bang!

The ends of the hammer clasp together with a murmur.

Otherwise, the hammer handle, which was as long as the length of the spear, was much longer.

With a sledgehammer the size of a torso on either end, you show off a truly bizarre figure.

"I'll make you powder!"

Gorg turns hard, grasping the attachment of the handle with both hands.

Woohoo! Woohoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Attached to each other, Pistuca quickly rotates along the Gorg's head and torso.

Sharp winds surge in with enormous wavelengths.

Thunder, thunder, thunder!

The rocks and stones that had fallen beneath your feet float in the air along the wind.

"Grrrgh!"

"Lower your body!"

Distant western soldiers fall facedown, swallowing their moaning.

If they were poor, they were also judges that would come into the air.

'Fantastic.'

Roan sighs for Gorg and Pistuca.

My skin has become dull.

Life has suffocated greatly.

'This is the last time.'

It was instinctive.

Roan grabs Travis' spear and pulls the Mana out of his body.

Glug-ug-ug-ug!

A dark red flame rises through your body.

Then.

"Die!"

Gorg lunges for Roan with his head on the ground.

The mad wind swirls sharply after him.

Roan burrows to the ground as if he was waiting.

Glug-ug-ug!

A dark red flame blazes through Travis' spear.

The two jumped into the air toward each other.

Gorg lets out a loud shout just before the final struggle.

"Powder!"

On the other hand, Roan's voice was very small and soft.

"I'll split it with the wind."

And finally, Travis' spear and Pistuca collide.

Kwaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

There was a huge explosion.

At the same time, a whirlpool of dark red flames rises up around the two of you.

Tofu, tofu, tofu!

The chunks of rock and stones that have risen along the storm melt away in a dark red flame.

"Grrrgh!"

"Brace yourselves!"

"Arms together!"

Hedley squeals as he shrugs.

The western army quickly bowed their heads, closing in on each other.

A situation that could cause massive heat storms to burn.

Guaguava overload!

A dark red whirl gnaws at the hillside.

It rises up in fear, horror, and madness, like a hole in the sky.

Just in time.

Paaaahhhh!

A massive glow emanates from the dark red whirl.

At the same time, the whirl swirled as if it were going to change the world and the earth, disappearing like a lie.

It's as if nothing like that has ever happened before.......

"......."

Western soldiers, including Hedley, do not raise their heads lightly.

A strange static settles down.

Then.

"Wow! What's going on here?" "

You hear a sharp woman's voice.

A Western soldier turns his head and looks in the direction of his voice.

The protagonist of the voice was Verin, a woman with short hair and dark eyebrows.

She arrived late on the battlefield.

Berrin's gaze rests where Roan and Gorg's brawl occurred.

Then the western soldiers lifted their heads and looked at the exact spot where the dark red whirl had risen.

Among them was Hedley.

"Ah......."

Immediately, a deep elastic burst out.

It was the elasticity of relief and joy.

The western army's gaze is gone, and there is only one man standing guard.

A man with dark red hair flying around with a black spear.

It was Roan Lancefield.

"Khh. Khh. No way... I, General Gorg, am just a human... Ugh."

Gorg falls before Roan's feet.

He was miserable.

All that remained intact was the upper half.

From the waist down, it was completely torn apart, and the massive Pistuca was shattered into thousands of pieces.

Roan aimed at his forehead with a Tbarias spear.

"Identify yourself."

I wasn't asking you to tell me about the Black Army's warlord.

But...

"Hehehehehe!"

Gorg opens his eyes as he bursts into agony.

"You will soon find out if I don't tell you!"

That was the last time.

He raised his head, smiling brightly so that everyone could see his teeth.

Pu-sook!

You stabbed yourself in the head of Travis' window.

Roan twists his wrist and pulls out a spear blade.

'Even though he was going to die, he didn't hesitate to kill himself.......'

I don't know what the Black Legion is yet, but I'm not sure I want to see it.

"Waaaahhhh!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

"Amaranth! Amaranth!"

You hear the shouting and cheering of the Western soldiers from afar.

Roan smiles faintly and reaps Tbarias' spear.

My whole body ached late.

"How many of these strong men are in the Black Army….."

When I thought about it.

Hmm?

Something caught on my sharpened senses.

'A group is approaching quickly.'

I couldn't accurately estimate it, but it was quite a number.

Roan sends a quick distress call to the western army.

"Huff!"

"Maintain formation!"

"Repair! Repair!"

The soldiers, who were shouting with a flash of their hands, looked at Roan's call sign and rearranged their lines.

A short distance away, Berrin hurries to join the formation.

Roan turns slowly, focusing on his senses.

Southwest to the point of view.

It was the Gran Mountains again.

Gulp.

Western soldiers swallowed dry saliva.

A nervous expression in case Gorg monsters show up again.

It was the same with Roan.

'Mana has almost revealed the floor.'

It was hard to guarantee an intact battle.

Right then.

Pa!

Across the hillside, a group emerges.

At that moment, I had a bright smile on Roan's face, which was stiff.

A joy so happy and beautiful I've never seen before.

Roan yells at the crowd running across the hillside.

"Aelee!"

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