I am the Monarch

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It was a straightforward charge.

Roan Lancefield was in the head of the pursuit.

Kwakwang!

Every time the window blades went through the space, the ground split open and the hills collapsed.

The Orcs and the Dark Elves, who came at us for no reason, fell to ashes and turned into fireballs.

The coming of the martyrdom.

The fierce and brutal battlefield became God's playground.

However, the expression of Roan, who was showing off God's power, was not good.

'That soil pillar.......'

I don't know about anyone else, but Roan's been there before.

'The Black Legion's General Gorg.'

When he jumped from the foothills of the Gran Mountains, the same soil pillar had just risen.

'There were more generals like you.'

Roan frowns.

'But he must have said...'

He said he was in charge of the eastern parts of the Grains.

He even said he volunteered.

'Then, whose work is that of the soil pillar that came out of the hills?' '

Roan grips his teeth.

His pace is a little faster.

At the end of the hill, an open landscape opened up.

"Hmm."

Roan spills a low tear.

"Huff, huff. Huff. Huff."

Romilly Horton and the rest of the crew gasp for breath.

They take a deep breath and quickly look down the hill to see if Manus Persian comfort concerns them.

"Oh, my God….."

"Ah......."

A desperate sigh comes out.

Instinctive response.

The landscape that spread down the hill was horrible and harrowing.

'The earth is red because of the blood spilled from the corpse.'

The small cloth and river flowing everywhere were also red.

The field is full of corpses.

The corpse makes a small hill seem to continue.

"Wouldn't this be what hell looks like….."

Roan sighs a long time.

My heart was frustrated, but it wasn't time to relax.

Thanks to Calian's tears, the landscape is far from your nostrils.

Prince Manus.......

Roan grips his teeth.

In the middle of a fierce battlefield is Manus.

'The one who became my spear and shield with Fields in my first life.'

He was indispensable to avert Latio's ambition and horrific plans and to save the middleman.

"Mr. Romills. Maybe I should go first."

Scary to the end.

"Yes. Come on, let's go! Go and save our prince!"

An urgent voice struck my ear.

"Go quickly!"

"Please!"

"Save the prince!"

The members gathered their mouths and pleaded.

Roan nods, smiling bluntly.

Blame.

He hits the ground lightly.

A feather-like gesture.

Paaaahhhh!

Roan's appearance disappears in no time.

The wind blows where he's gone.

"Ah......."

Romills bursts into resilience as he looks at the long beam of light running down the hill.

Speed you can't even think of as a human being.

He and the rest of the team prayed and prayed with a stiff look.

"Please, please, please."

"Save the prince."

The desperate wind blew in the wind.

* * *

"Hehehehe. Obviously, it's amazing."

Prince Bate Robaz, general of the SS Northern Army and one of the border guards, burst into agony with a letter in his hand.

"With that communication shaft or something, we'll be able to pick up on news from afar in no time. Hehehe."

He said he'd bring a letter to the end of the candle.

Bloop.

The red flame quickly burns the paper.

The bate stood up and rubbed his palm.

"Anyway, the border defenses of the Amaranth Kingdom were loosened......."

I had a strange smile on my mouth.

"Excellent. This opportunity will avenge my last insult."

The last insult was the succession war of the Reich and the war for the rebirth of the Amaranth Kingdom, when Lycan Dies, prince of the Dyes Kingdom, was taken captive by Roan.

"Aled!"

Aled, a middle-aged man wearing an armor, appears at the door of the office on Beit's call.

"You asked for me, Captain."

"Form an assault squad."

A short command came out.

"Yes?"

Aled asked again without understanding at once.

No, I understand, but I had no choice but to ask you again because of an unexpected order.

The bate frowns.

"You stupid bastard."

He spits out an insult and shakes his head.

"The kingdom of Amaranth is in a state of confusion because of the king's emergency summons. Thanks to you, the Southern Border Defenses have been decimated."

"Well, did that happen?"

Aled stammers with the look of hearing for the first time.

The bate reacted nervously.

"If I say so. Don't talk back! Form a chariot!"

"Yes, yes! Yes, sir!"

Aled replies nervously, then leaves the office.

The chariot formation was quick.

"Charge! Attack Amaranth's Border Fortress!"

It was Aled who led the chargers.

They hurried across the border into the border fortress of the Amaranth Kingdom.

"Oh! What a waste!"

Aled smiles bitterly.

A situation that would have already been revealed by the border guards of the Amaranth Kingdom if it had been normal.

However, the fortress on the border of the Amaranth Kingdom remains stationary, locking its gates tightly.

"Bring me the log!"

Along Aled's cry, the cavalry behind you drags a sharply sheared log.

They burst into the gates of the border fortress in an instant.

Right then.

Phew! Phew!

The trumpet sounds noisy from beyond the keep.

At the same time, the door that was tightly closed was wide open.

"Huh?!"

Aled instinctively tugs at the wheel.

The speed at which I was running decreases rapidly.

My eyes trembled.

Kugung. Kugung. Kugung.

At the same time, the ground trembled.

A massive fuselage emerges through the gaps in the gates of the fortress's wide open borders.

Not one, not two, not three.

Gulp.

Aled swallows a dry saliva.

What is that? '

Unfortunately, the distance was so far that I couldn't accurately identify it.

On the other hand, the cavalry that had been charged to break down the gates with his command kicked their horses at uninvited guests who suddenly appeared.

"Hahahaha! I'll smash you with this log!"

The battlefield buzzes.

But...

"We are the kingdoms of DS….."

"Taking our swords......."

Their labor and communication was no longer sustained.

It was because the bodies were clearly visible when they reached the fortress on the Amaranth border.

"Hey, Giant?"

"Oh, no, not human! Iron, isn't it?"

Three large fuselages guarding the gates of the border fortress.

It was a huge iron wall that looked more than twice as big as an adult man.

They stand tall with nothing in their hands.

It looks the same in a way.

However, if you look closely, the armor, helmets and protective gear were all different.

'I don't have any weapons, but I think the armor looks just like knights, Changsoo, and collateral.......'

The cavalry frowns.

"Hey, did you set up a statue in this place?"

"W-what are you thinking?"

They couldn't move easily, so they looked up at the iron bars.

Right then.

"E. place. Silver. E. Lan. S. King. State. Young. D. C. C."

"Enemies. Armies. A. Water. Hit it. D."

"Woo. Lee. Ah. E. Lan. S. of. Go, D. N. E. C."

You hear strange noises on the three iron bars.

At the same time.

Whoo-hoo!

A huge arm splits the space.

"Huh, huh?!"

"Huff!"

The cavalry who were staring blindly swallowed the wind, their eyes wide open.

Suddenly, I couldn't move because my body was stiff.

Rrrrgh!

Along with a terrible sound, the massive fists of the iron bars strike the cavalry.

The cavalry bounces off the side with their blood.

"Glug."

Savings.

One punch cost me my life.

The attack on the iron bars was strong and fierce.

"Such power."

An admirable voice comes from the walls of the border fortress.

A skinny young man with his cheeks tucked out his tongue, looking at the iron bars.

"I was worried about it because it was my first time in the field."

He frowns and folds his arms.

You can see the SS imperial troops rushing from afar, but not much to worry about.

"These Guardians should be enough to stop them."

Confident expression and voice.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"By the way, how did you destroy those monstrous Guardians?"

I was filled with awe in my eyes.

Three gigantic iron bars.

No, the identity of the Guardians was that of the Steel Guardians that Roan encountered when he broke through the secret passageway to attack Milr Castle, which was the crown jewel of the succession war.

At that time, the Guardians who had been rendered inoperative by Roan immediately fell into the hands of Leno Tower.

After further research and refinement, McCrum, the tower master and head of the Amaranth Magic Kingdom, was able to be reborn as more powerful than ever.

Of course, there was a lot of help from the Alchemy and Technology departments.

'Then there was another great man.'

The young man once again trembled with awe in McCrumb's eyes.

'General Ian Phillips knew that the SS would be the first to move…..'

It was something I couldn't understand.

Ian rushed all the Guardians to the southern border in response to Roan's distress call.

He had already anticipated the demilitarization of the SS Imperial Army three days ago.

"Phew. The king is great and the ministers below are great."

MacGrum's expression changed strangely.

"I was wondering if..."

I had a smile on my mouth.

"Isn't our kingdom uniting the continents?"

Expectations came to mind in my eyes.

But soon, I shook my head.

"Ah. No, no, no. But that's impossible."

I continued to raise my hand to see if I thought it was nonsense.

But I still had an expectation that I couldn't hide in my eyes.

"Do you really...?"

It was not a vague expectation.

It really was a clear future.

The expectations that came to my eyes were deeper.

* * *

"Kiyaaaahhhh!"

A strange sound echoes through the wind and the battlefield.

A thin man, like a wooden stick, leaps to the ground and soars into the air.

He was taller than a normal person, but even more bizarre was his abnormally long arms and legs.

The man used his arms and legs much longer than his kidneys, like a whip.

"Kikikikikikiki!"

He smiles strangely, wielding his incredibly long arms.

Idiot!

A sharp wave struck my ear.

"Move!"

"Don't fight it!"

The disfigured knights and soldiers scream and fly everywhere.

At that moment.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The long arm slaps the vacant ground hard.

A pillar of dirt rises with a bang.

"I'll cut you to pieces!"

With a sharp voice, a young woman wields a longsword.

The blade pierces the space and lowers the man's long forearm.

"Queek! What a shame!"

The man chuckles and waves his long arm loudly.

His forearm shakes like a reed.

Hundred thousand!

The blade touched my forearm.

And an amazing scene unfolded.

* Sobbing *

His forearm wraps around the woman's sword like steamed dough.

The crisis is that even the sword will be taken, rather than cut or cut.

"Tsk!"

The woman grips her teeth.

She stomps the ground and gives strength to the grip of the swordsman.

Willing to cut off a man's arm by throwing himself in front of him.

However, the man's arm, which was trembling and trembling, flew towards the woman's back head, strangely moving.

"Hehe!"

The woman is blown away to cut off her forearm and cannot be avoided.

It was an incision.

Right then.

"No way!"

A young man with a heavy mid-tone voice blocked the back of the woman.

A longsword slashes its fist as it slits through the space. No, I hit him.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A flame strikes with the sound of iron.

A man with long arms and legs was wearing bizarre shaped gloves on his fists.

At first glance, it was not much different from leather gloves, but in fact, it was harder than steel.

The man throws a tremendous fist at the glove with a weapon.

"Thank you, Prince Manus."

The woman who overcame the crisis winked at the young man.

The young man whose heavy bass was attractive was Manus Persian.

"You're welcome, Mr. Area."

The woman was Melinda's poisonous spider Area Brits, who went out with Manus to look for the missing royal people.

They smiled at each other faintly.

Then.

"Danger!"

The urgent voice digs into my ears.

The voice of Fade Nail, who was in command of the knights and soldiers a short distance away.

Manus and Area quickly turn their heads and look at the man with long arms and legs.

"Oops!"

"Ahh!"

Their eyes widened.

There was a man's long bridge in front of a bird.

"Too late to avoid! '

Manus grips his teeth and pulls on the longsword.

At the same time, he steps forward and pulls Area behind his back.

What happened in the blink of an eye.

'Pull Mana up.......'

When Manus' thoughts were about to pass.

Paaaahhhhhh!

Suddenly, there was a huge wave in my ears.

At the same time.

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

The light flashes before my eyes with a great sound.

Kuku Ball Bow!

The left side of the ridge and the boulder burst apart and poured down into the field.

Manus looks surprised at the sudden situation.

"W-what's going on?"

Area, behind her back, looks out and carefully asks.

Manus shakes his hand instead and flies off the white dust.

As the dust faded, the landscape was clearly revealed before my eyes.

The man with the long arms and legs that had been tormenting them was no longer seen.

Instead, where he stood, there was a young man who looked like a man.

"Ah......."

Manus bursts into low elasticity.

Very familiar and very welcoming face.

I smiled on my lips by myself.

"Do you know him?"

Area cautiously asks.

Manus nods.

"He……"

His voice trembled.

"He's called God."

In saying this, Area opened her eyes wide.

There is only one person called God in the eastern part of the Grain Mountains now.

Roan Lancefield! '

She looked straight at the young man in front of her.

The young man smiled awkwardly when his eyes met Area.

He was Roan Lancefield, as Manus said.

Then.

Idiot! Idiot!

An elongated arm extends out from below the collapsed hill with a sharp wave.

A fist with hard gloves flew toward Roan's face.

"Danger!"

Area screams in surprise.

However, Roan still looks at Manus and Area and extends his right hand toward the flying fist.

Roan's fist and the man's fist rush forward.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A noise erupted.

Shhhhhhh!

At the same time, there was a massive gust.

Strength and vigor.

However, his fist and fist do not move against each other.

There was a strange silence.

Then.

Blah, blah, blah!

The gloves worn by a man with long arms and legs had a huge crack.

Thunder, thunder, thunder.

The shattered gloves spill over the ground.

His fist was as thin as his body.

Roan opens his palm lightly, his fist touching.

It was very soft and relaxing, but it was also fast enough that I couldn't get my hands off it.

Knng!

Roan clenches his thin fist firmly.

My fingers dug into the back of my hands and palms.

Wood Duck!

The bones break with a terrible sound.

"Queeeeeeeeeeeeeek! That hurts! It hurts!"

You hear screams from a distance.

Roan hears the voice and whispers in a small voice.

"Not a good sound to hear."

The cold life was hidden in my eyes.

"I'm going to smash your mouth, not your hands."

At the same time.

Blame!

Roan slams to the ground and flies toward the collapsed hills.

The beam of light continued for a long time through the space.

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