"Ola! Die, Cine, Shine."
The spear, which is a weapon in his hand, spears and spears over and over again.
I joined the Marshall Mercenaries, and then I went to the battlefield without leaving much time.
The first actual battle was tense.
It's completely different from the Labyrinth.
Many humans divide into enemies and kill each other.
At first, I was afraid of the air on the battlefield.
But I was able to quickly change my mind and fight.
Probably because I've killed them in the labyrinth.
Besides, I knew I'd die soon if I didn't want to kill the other soldier.
If you don't kill me, I'll kill you.
After all, mercenary groups hired for gold were often thrown into harsh battlefields.
I never thought it would be so dangerous to be hired for money and go to war.
Well, I asked a member of the mercenary regiment later, but I was convinced.
People like us who hire mercenary operatives to fight are basically trying to push us into a dangerous position.
Convenient commas that work as many times as you want.
That was mercenary treatment.
That's why they're sending you to the most fierce war zone.
But the reward you get for spending your life is just enough money to spend your days, and it's a lot of money.
At least in order for everyone in the regiment to eat, they must always be hired somewhere to leave the battlefield.
The Marshall Mercenaries I belonged to were so at war everywhere.
The only salvation would have been the smart one in the Marshall Mercenaries.
There was a smart guy who negotiated and identified his employer so he wouldn't be sent to a dangerous place.
It is said that this mercenary regiment has been formed thanks to the man who set up the mercenary regiment with the commander.
Well, the commander was strong, but he wasn't very smart from my point of view.
I was quite active in such a mercenary regiment.
Still, my body was thin, but they had the power to collect stiffness and penetration .
Thanks to this force, just sticking out a spear worked anyway.
Besides, I think it would have been good to have Healing Power Enhancement .
Some injuries healed properly and my health recovered faster than usual.
That's why I did my best.
I tried my best and kept putting a spear in front of the opponent.
I was born in the Labyrinth Street and lived there all my life, so I didn't know anything about the outside world.
I was taught by other people and gradually learned various things.
There seems to be frequent fighting outside the city.
I also heard that the work of the mercenary regiment will not be interrupted due to the fighting over there.
It seemed true.
I fought various opponents everywhere.
I mean, I kept fighting until I didn't know where I was right now and who I was fighting.
When such a life lasted for many years, I heard rumors of the wind.
It seems that the Labyrinth Street has been destroyed.
I heard that such a small number of troops who had stormed from afar quickly lost and fell.
Look at that.
It was this word that naturally came out when I heard the story.
I don't know who he is, but I thought he did a good job.
I felt a little relieved.
But I couldn't say that kind of thing anymore.
The commander is dead.
The Commander, who was so strong, died lightly.
I just had a strong opponent.
The strong one won, and the commander was weak.
That was all.
I think the treatment of the Marshall Mercenaries by their employers has gradually changed since the captain's death.
I thought it was wise to succeed the commander.
Until now, I had been told that I had not crossed the dangerous bridge with the advice of that person.
But it wasn't.
What really mattered was that the commander was strong.
Little by little, the Marshall mercenaries were sent to more dangerous battlefields than ever before.
It seems that the flow could not be stopped just by being smart.
I knew it had to be strong.
The opponent will follow me as soon as he thinks I'm weak.
We need to be stronger.
So I even killed him.
I killed everything I could see.
Kill and kill, and [collect] strength from knights who occasionally meet on the battlefield.
Then, before I knew it, I became commander.
Everyone in the regiment was beginning to listen to me more than the wise.
I knew it was different from being strong.
I have to be strong.
Everyone started listening because I got stronger.
So I kept killing to be stronger.
And he killed the king.
I don't know why I was there.
Only when I was hired as a mercenary and entered King's Landing.
Menmen arrived in King's Landing and began looting.
However, my Marshall mercenaries were told to keep an eye on the outside of King's Landing and were driven away by the end.
At that time, there was a king among the men who tried to escape from the king's capital.
The clothes I was wearing were not so luxurious.
However, I got angry because I always felt like I was eating good food, and I encountered a white guy who didn't have enough sun to work in the field.
Kill the one who tries to escape.
That's what they said, so I killed him.
Then I got the magic.
It's magic to make salt.
I got the magic of the king.
And at the same time, my magic amount increased.
Probably enough magic for those knights to bundle up.
That's what they call the main class.
No, I got something stronger than the main class.
I got stronger.
More than knights, more than lords of nobility.
Then you should have something that matches that strength.
Land.
The mercenary regiment made me stronger and more famous, but I still had a low position forever.
If you are strong, you will not be insulted.
But the Mercenary Regiment is the only one down there.
Then I'll have the land too.
Knights and nobles who are weaker than me rule the land.
It obeys the land and its inhabitants with a power not possessed by ordinary people called magic.
That's why I decided to take the land by myself.
What is it?
I knew it would be difficult.
I attacked the affordable Knight's Leader to get the land.
I fought with the knight of the aristocracy next door, but I won.
You can do it.
And I noticed it when I got the land.
The great one has a lot of magic. Kill him and [collect] him to make me stronger.
And it wasn't just knights and nobles.
One day, I happened to be in an argument with a church priest and killed him.
When we were discussing it alone, the corpse was [collected] quickly, so it was hard to find out.
And then I realized.
If you [collect] power from the priest of the church, it will be the same or stronger than when you [collect] from the nobles.
And the priest is weak.
I don't even think I'm going to be attacked, so if I come close and attack, I can definitely win.
That's not all.
When I [gathered] power from the priest, I got something completely different.
It's a way to empower people other than me.
I have the power to allow all the Marshall mercenaries to use my magic.
After that, I won with the momentum of the broken bamboo.
After taking the knight's land, the other knights who came to take it back and the aristocratic army on top of it pushed back and won.
The knight of the neighboring aristocracy attacked, but he also won.
That's why I got the new Church of the Critical Land.
Make it stronger and stronger.
But from there, the clouds began to get suspicious.
Somewhere in the regiment who had followed me so far, it became faint.
Someone came forward who said something defiant.
He showed his strength and tried not to rebel, but the atmosphere gradually became strange.
In addition, the Church has been certifying the enemies of God in order to chase them.
Plus, give me and the mercenary cadre a bounty.
What the hell is this?
Why do you keep bothering me when I just got my land on my own?
The mercenaries became increasingly isolated because of the church.
Some of them tried to escape, so they killed him.
Then everybody quietly followed me.
Yes, it is.
I wish I had more power.
The church, too.
If I knew I was more powerful, I wouldn't be doing anything weird.
That's what I thought.
Killed a Service Beast.
The same beast the northern army used to beat Labyrinth Street, and the owner said he could use magic if there were horns.
That's why I also Collected from that Service Beast.
Now you can use interesting forces.
[Sharing].
I don't know, but when I used Share , I could use more magic than ever before, and I could also use Light of Judgment magic.
I used the new power I had acquired in the noble city of the neighboring land.
I can understand how to use it without explanation.
You can say [light of judgment] while reaching for a visible place.
Then a pillar of light rising to heaven appeared in the city of nobility, and the next moment the city was gone.
All that remains is the pure white salt.
Strong.
It's so strong.
Moreover, I was able to gather power from all the people in the city who killed him using this Light of Judgment .
Maybe from the nobles and knights in the city and the priests in the church.
This magic will make you stronger.
I can get stronger.
You can be stronger than anyone else.
Then no one will complain about what I do anymore.
To do so, let's first silence the church.
But churches are everywhere.
Crushing it all is a hassle.
In that case, you can refuse Daimon.
Destroy the sacred capital where the church is headquartered.
I thought so. I took the Marshall Mercenaries to the Holy City.
Instead of wasting money on the road, the city on the way and the army that disturbed me all turned into my power with [Light of Judgment].
And finally, I can see it.
It's a holy city.
If you crush that place, everyone will listen to me.
"The Light of Judgment"
Reach out to the Holy City and say so.
The next moment, a pillar of light stood from the holy city toward the sky.
And when that light disappeared, all the buildings of the Holy City disappeared, and I gained unprecedented strength.
"Nah, what?
But then something strange happened.
The pillars of light vanished, and a black moya-like thing blown up on the land where only white salt remained.
... is that magic?
Black magic.
Unprecedented color magic spreads, and it gradually erodes around you.
"Is it rotten?
Everywhere the black magic touched was in a rotten state.
The ground, the salt there, everything.
Looking at that, a voice came out of the mercenary regiment.
The Immortal, the King of the Immortal.
Then he turned his gaze towards the direction he pointed.
Then he was there.
The shadow stands in a place where the surroundings rot as black moya-like magic spreads.
The moment I saw it, my spine froze.
What the hell is that?
Just being there makes you aware of death by what you see.
There was an ominous being called the King of the Undead.
And then he walks toward us with a sleigh.
As if to deny everything in the world, he came closer to us while filthing the world with his unclean magic.