I Became the First Prince

[■ How long will you be like a god?]

An audible voice in a world full of tinnitus.

There are many lustful people in the world, but only one of them I know whispers into their ears, beating their greed with an orphan voice.

“Ann? ”

[It's been a long time.]

I'm being bruised by a blatant outcry.

She's the hero of a great war that ended hundreds of years ago.

Knight who slaughtered the Giant King Eda as one of the five preemptives.

It was Agnes Bavaria, the postmortem of Iron Blood.

I choked on Agnes' voice, which I thought I would never hear again.

“Are you really Agnes? ”

My voice was trembling without me before.

[Agnes and Nabal. ■ First, put away the same double sword. It's like a dog hybrid with no roots. Your eyes are going to rot.]

But she wasn't even inside my agitation.

“How did you...”

[The conversation won't be too late after we've dealt with the hybrids, not the knights or the wizards.]

In her words, I regained consciousness.

The paladins surrounded me one day.

Now was not the time to enjoy her remarriage.

“Don't go anywhere. ”

[I have always been there since hundreds of years.]

Only after hearing her answer did I feel relieved.

I grabbed the sword with my strength.

".......!"

"...!"

The paladins rush towards me.

The sword light was fine.

One by one, the rocks are smashed to pieces and the barber strikes at the glottis.

I dared not despise, but lifted up my sword and prevented the light from pouring out.

Bang, bang!

It's like digging through a tinnitus.

I stopped, stopped, and stopped like crazy.

I didn't even think about countering it.

I just desperately stopped and avoided it.

However, it is impossible to stop ten hands with one hand, and it is impossible to stop all seven swords with two swords.

I slashed my back. Stabbed my leg. The flesh on the waist tore out.

The pressed armor fell out with the butcher.

In the dreadful pain of being robbed, the whole body casts out its evil sword.

"...!"

Palladin, who stabbed me in the chest, grabbed my sword.

I swung my body and cut off his hand.

Paladin screams.

Evil.

Another sword flew out before he even recovered the bloody sword.

(chuckles)

I stabbed him in the shoulder, then cut him off behind the knee.

My legs are loose.

“Argh."

I knelt on one knee and buttered the earth.

I swung the dragon slayer like it was sweeping around.

The golden flashes spread out everywhere.

The paladins hurriedly retreated.

“Hoo, hoo."

[Then ■ not with the same pair of swords.]

Agnes is dead.

Instead of answering, I took a deep breath to the end of my jaw.

As I leaned on Earth, I looked around.

The Paladins were staring at the opportunity.

I didn't have a good view.

I was blurry in front of my eyes whether I got hit by lightning or if I shed too much blood.

I opened my eyes with malice.

[Do you remember?]

He twists the earth and raises his body.

[When I was surrounded by Gigantes.]

I leaned against the earth and pulled it back like I was poking my body.

[I thought it was really over then.]

“After ■ Whoo. ”

I take a deep breath and stare at the paladins.

[If it weren't for you, the Decapolis would have died and not even left a body.]

The paladins exchanged their gaze.

[So this time it is my turn to help you.]

Then he began to approach me slowly.

[As thou hast led me.]

He breathed deeply, swelling his chest.

Nearly simultaneously, the paladins hit the floor.

[I will guide you.]

At that moment everything began to flow slowly.

[My only companion, old companion.]

Agnes told me.

[You and I are not one; we are two.]

[What I have done is what you have done, and what I have accomplished is what you have accomplished.]

[This is the fruit of the seed that you sowed.]

[You are the light that you have accomplished through me.]

The strange whispering of the sound dreaded the end, and something majestic embraced me.

The force once again springs from both arms, which stretched axially.

Manna, who was running hard, began to pulsate again.

[Run as fast as you can.]

The blurred vision instantly cleared.

[I'll cover for you.]

Looking at the six swords he had made toward me, I smashed my lips.

He shook the sword, and the blood flowed into the river, and the flesh enriched the earth.

Sing "The Poetry of the Opening Wall."

Pa!

And at that moment a glorious golden clerk burst from the tip of the sword.

Qaaaaaaaah!

In the noise of the world collapsing, the cold war fanatics laughed with joy.

Hearing that laughter, I drew down my sword with all my might.

The huge pillar of light that soared like it touched the sky fell to the ground.

* *

A pillar of light rising from the middle of the battlefield.

It was a giant sword, a few dozen meters long.

In that horrible unreality, even the knights and wizards of the Empire gave up their resistance.

They saw the sword of light rising.

“Ahhh...”

The soulless knights reach out their hands as if they were touching the light.

The torn light devoured their hands.

There wasn't even a scream.

They looked at my hand, which had vanished silently.

A giant sword of light falls over the head of the Imperial Army.

Bang.

It's shaking the axes. The dust blooms and swallows the whole team.

Saaaah.

The wind blowing somewhere pushed the dirt away.

And the catastrophe was revealed.

It was full of flattened pieces of iron everywhere. There was blood, flesh, and hair tangled.

It was the body of the knights who were smashed into the armor.

Among them were the bodies of Paladin, whom the Empire boasts.

The bodies of the Paladins, which were more wretched than any of the bodies, because they were closest to the center of the sword.

Furry.

Fortunately, the two Paladins, who escaped the ranks, sat down with their buttocks crushed.

There was neither pride nor anything in the article that came to completion.

"Ugh..."

They groan like a frightened beast, pushing the floor with their feet.

It was a troublesome behavior and a disgraceful act.

But no one saw them and said they were ugly.

He was already dead or alive, but not alive.

The Knights of the Empire saw the man who caused this terrible disaster with the sword dropped.

A man on one knee on the floor became bloody and was breathing.

I felt like I was breathing right now, but the momentum was enough to overwhelm everyone here.

The Imperial Army retreated from the dance without even thinking of running to him.

The man stumbles and raises his body.

Then he grabbed the sword with both hands and aimed at the Imperial Army.

Half of them died and became blood loaves, but the power still here was not enough.

There were still knights of nobility and wizards of nobility alive.

Nevertheless, the Imperial Army takes a step back from the small gestures of the corporation.

The man who was staring at him cocked and spit. Then he picks up the sword he put on the floor and walks.

Less, less.

Whenever the armored bodies are trampled at the feet of the corpse, they make a turbulent noise.

Kiiiiiiiiii.

The two long-standing swords scratch the floor and give rise to a creepy sound.

Furry.

Several feeble wizards couldn't stand the horrible noise, and they stumbled.

Glug.

Blood poured down my forehead. The man stopped there and wiped the blood off his forehead.

Wheezing.

The man who twisted his body took another step.

I kept leaning towards one side. There were surviving Knights of the Empire.

No one moved.

A man who would vomit blood and fall would pass right in front of my nose, and the bloody man who appeared defenseless would not draw a sword from the ground.

They just couldn't even breathe and watched the man pass in front of me.

A man crosses the ranks of knights.

Then the sea was spread before him.

The man looked back.

In some ways, he seemed to admire the catastrophe he had created, and in other ways, he seemed to hold the surviving articles in his eyes and pledge:

The Knights of the Empire came to their senses late.

We must not let him live like this. If you kill him, the only chance was today.

The first move was two Palladins who survived.

They were terrified. So it was even more desperate.

After grabbing the sword with a trembling hand, they began to run in stumbling motion.

“Lord, kill me! ”

In the same words as the screams of the Paladins, the knights drew one or two swords and began to approach the man.

The man didn't move. I was just standing on the water.

His face was glowing with a dark shade.

The knights who were approaching stopped dancing.

"He can't have a finger right now! ”

“Don't be fooled! ”

The paladins are hurt. The knights are starting to approach the corpse again.

Finally, the knights who came before his nose threw out their swords in a tangled manner.

And they found out.

It means that the company's gaze is not toward them.

The man was looking up at the sky.

Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

A distant cloud of food once covered the sky.

The knights hardened as they were.

I watched the thunder of the night many times, but I was just amazed that the goal was not their own.

But now the terrible magic that swept away the enemy was about to fall over their heads.

“Stop! Your allies are getting caught! ”

The frightened Imperial Army shouts. But the magical expressionist remained invisible.

They shouted everywhere, shouting to stop the magic.

It was pointless.

Even as they hung their necks and screamed, the magic was being completed at an acute angle.

Lightning.

The light flashed through the feeding clouds.

Dozens of thunderstorms crawled between the clouds like snakes.

The frightened knights scattered everywhere.

But everyone already knew.

We know that the human legs are too slow to be out of the range of magic that covers a single battalion.

A man who had not a single glance in the midst of the chaos aimed at the sky with a sword.

Even the thunder that was pouring out seemed to cut off.

Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The feeding cloud howled.

Dozens of blue snakes flew their tongues beyond the feeding clouds.

That's when I heard a sharp cry somewhere.

Chiaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Dozens of roars, not one.

Then a hundred non-dragons appeared on the other side of the sky.

Kaaaaaaaaah!

The non-dragons howled and flew.

Towards the middle of an edible cloud that seems to be pouring out a lightning bolt right now.

There was a giant non-dragon at the forefront of it.

“Great Spear!"

I heard a loud roar.

The non-dragon riders put forward a deformably long spear.

“Greek! ”

The moment the polite roar erupted, dozens of non-dragons turned into shining spears, piercing through the black sky.

The sky split.

The distant clouds dispersed. Dozens of holes have been drilled in the black sky.

In between, dozens of strands of light emerged.

The birthplace of the non-dragons soon became a road.

Just as the Knights of the Old Spear did, only Seongwang remained in their last place.