Main Character Hides His Strength

As expected, the barbarians outran the slave soldiers.

That's over 30,000 people.

But most of them were civilians, not soldiers. Especially the number of elves that were seized from the conquest site was abundant, but the barbarians threw the elderly, women, and even the crippled into the battlefield. If there were children, they would have set them up on the battlefield.

The barbarians led the slave soldiers to ruin their lives.

The elf tears its ear, the dwarf plucks out its beard at its innermost point and in the human case, its nose is cut off.

Their eyes, which had been abused in every way, were already dead in some way.

Behind the slave soldiers, there were a thousand barbarians standing at a distance, with a whip of thorns ten metres long.

As the battle began, the barbarians whipped the slave soldiers into the battlefield.

Get out of here!

A whip sweeps through the slaves.

“Shhhhh!”

A slave who was whipped with terrifying power trembled like an electric mouse and was saved.

When the barbarians saw it, they raised their voices and laughed, waving their whips at each other.

One slave dies with a single whip.

Behind 30,000 slaves, more than a thousand barbarians were waving whips.

More than a thousand slaves were killed and their numbers were growing exponentially before the full-scale battle began.

The barbarians didn't care.

They whip the remaining slaves to death.

Fearful slaves have no choice.

They charge into the defensive camp, which is guarded by their own kind, like a flock that meets a wolf.

Kim Sung-cheol looked around.

As expected.

Elves are particularly homophobic.

They were reluctant to pull the demonstration against the people who had turned into miserable molluscs.

Kim Sung-cheol also felt compassion for those who were driven to death by barbarians.

But this is the battlefield.

A moment of carelessness and anxiety leads to victory and defeat.

If you hesitate like this, the Barbarians will do what they want.

And if the battle breaks out the way the Barbarians want it to, the future is predictable.

This side will be defeated in battle, and the survivors of our allies who survived the battle, as well as the civilians left in the Elven Kingdom, will end up like the slave soldiers that are now in front of them.

“What do you want me to do? Imperial Captain?”

The urgent Elf deputy called Kim Sung-cheol's former title habitually and asked for his opinion.

“ ……. ”

The commander must have the Heart of Steel.

This is what the Emperor of the Human Empire said to Sung-cheol Kim.

Kim Sung-cheol, who commanded numerous battles while leading the army, understood the meaning of the words.

‘Even the barbarians are pretty smart. ’

It's time for the commander to step up.

As always, he preferred expressing his will with action rather than words.

Kim Sung-cheol raised a sacred bow handed to him by the Elven Monarch.

Leaves of Spring.

Although it was more of a medicine bow than a combat bow, the performance of this legendary bow was not uncommon that a formidable old world gift from the Elves.

The demonstration of the bow was well received by Kim Sung-cheol.

"Wow. Did you have a bow of this kind?" It's comparable to one of the weapons of disaster. ’

Kim Sung-cheol was satisfied with the dangerously tense protests.

Ping-.

Kim Sung-cheol's arrow flew towards the enemy, drawing a trajectory close to the bullet rather than an arrow.

The arrow that flew into the fierce force pierces the slave soldier's heart.

But not one.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

The arrow pierces the heart of the lead soldier, and only stops after it has lowered dozens of soldiers through the tube at once.

A truly processable blow.

A power closer to a cannonball than an arrow.

It was a brief demonstration of what happens when a divine force can be put on an arrow.

Kim Sung-cheol lowered his bow and looked around.

“Don't hesitate! ”

Kim Sung-cheol reached out his hand, shouting like that.

An Elf Officer gave the next arrow to Kim Sung-cheol.

Kim Sung-cheol measured his arrows and shouted again.

“The only mercy you can show them...”

Kim Sung-cheol let down the protest, blurring the end of his speech.

Another arrow pierces through the battlefield, piercing dozens of slaves.

Kim Sung-cheol burned again as the miserable terminals rang.

“Only death! ”

Maybe it's the divine infidelity.

Or maybe it's the thunderclap.

I wasn't sure which side, but the two arrows fired by Kim Sung-cheol shook the elf camp for a moment.

The idle squad commanders first alert the commanding officer.

“Follow the orders of the Imperial crew! ”

The command of theft resounded from place to place, and then thousands of arrows rained down upon the slave soldiers beyond the living binder.

In the beginning, slave soldiers were neither soldiers nor fighters.

With the exception of a handful of warriors, they fall without hesitation under the arrows.

All they knew how to do was stand and die whipped without a sergeant or an officer.

But that wasn't all.

“Shhhhh!”

One of the slave soldiers, who turned into a hedgehog in the baptism of an arrow, screams out a single word. Suddenly, his whole body begins to turn white, and he explodes.

Kugu!

It really was a huge explosion.

The slaves around you, of course, are shaking to the ground.

A deep crease was engraved on Kim Sung-cheol's forehead.

Even demons don't use this trick.

You make a living human into a bomb using a sinister technique.

I feel cooler just thinking about what would have happened if I had been a slave race and entered the camp.

But on the other hand, Kim Sung-cheol firmly confirmed that intelligence that barbarians don't know magic is different from the truth.

‘They also have a shaman. It just hasn't come out yet. ’

Kim Sung-cheol calmly stared at the situation.

The Elven Soldiers now spread their arrows without hesitation.

Every single shot, hundreds of slaves died in the baptism of arrows, and one or two of them blew white, leaving a few corpses and a large hole that even the body couldn't recognize.

“That's terrible.”

Arcanite, staring at the battlefield, reaches out to Kim Sung-cheol with a terrified look on his face.

As a warrior of the inversion who experienced numerous battles and watched countless horrific scenes, it was miserable.

“I'm sure. Those savages don't see us... as the same." ”

It was Kim Sung-cheol who didn't personally like Arcanite, but he said that he got it right.

He could see.

I see barbarians standing behind their frightened, glowing, exploding slaves giggling and laughing.

They were no different from those watching fireworks.

“I see.”

Kim Sung-cheol reached out to the elf officer standing next to him.

“Arrows.”

An Elf Officer gives Kim Sung-cheol an arrow with a falcon's tail.

Kim Sung-cheol put an arrow engraved with a unique Elven character on it and stared at the enemy.

It's not the slave soldiers you're after.

Beyond that, a cruel barbarian herding in a safe place and watching this scene.

The distance between Kim Sung-cheol and the Barbarians is over 1500 meters.

Even masters of archery are hard to hit, and even if they are, they are hard to hit meaningfully.

Kim took a deep breath and pulled the elven monarch's spirit to its limit.

Kim Sung-cheol stopped breathing and his eyes opened wide.

Targets are barbarians.

It's in that vicious Agar who wields a bloodthirsty whip and laughs at the mat.

Kim Sung-cheol's body flowed past me.

His hands on the protest bend the stretched beam beyond its limits.

I was amazed and amazed at the faces of the Elven Officers I was watching.

Support positions -.

The bow cries.

He made a strange cry, striking the outcome for someone who knew how to harness his true power.

‘Er... That's amazing. ’

‘I can't believe someone handles that bow like that. ’

In silence, Kim Sung-cheol protested.

Ping-

It was not an arrow, but a beam of flashing light that came from the leaves of spring.

A line of light lies between Kim Sung-cheol and his prey.

The moment a trajectory without slight bending is confirmed, the fate of the arrow is decided.

The beam of light seeps into the mouth of the smiling Barbarian.

“Heheheheheh… Kitchen!!!!! ”

One of the barbarians spits blood from his mouth and falls back.

The barbarians who laughed and enjoyed each other later confirmed their comrade's death, and with a puzzled face, they could see a man far away, holding a bow behind a living wooden bookshelf.

Kim Sung-cheol.

He stares directly at the barbarian.

“You'll never see your teeth again. ”

Kim Sung-cheol stared at the barbarians and said.

The barbarians jolted at the prayer of Kim Sung-cheol, but soon the beast-like roar rose as one.

The barbarians shouted in unison.

“Shaman Ka! Shaman Ka!”

It was a strange name that no one knew the meaning of.

I foretold some ominous omens, beating the drums of barbarians like crazy with human hide on them.

Soon something appeared in the camp of the Barbarians with the whip.

An old woman who wore an elongated mask made of wood and held a wooden staff around like a ornament with human eyes and cut water.

‘A shaman.’

The atmosphere seemed that way.

The barbarians raised their voices as the barbarian shaman appeared.

“Shaman Ka! Shaman Ka!”

Kim Sung-cheol felt strange from the shaman.

Immediately, the shaman raises the scepter high, decorated with eyes and water.

At that moment, I could see people.

There is a sorcerer around the staff that I have never seen before.

It was the first magic group I had ever seen with Kim Sung-cheol's knowledge.

The next moment, there was an explosion in front of a living wooden bookshelf.

Slaves made of human bombs exploded all at once.

There are so many bodies everywhere, and now only a handful of survivors are left on the Barbarian battlefield.

‘What the hell are you doing? ’

All the old shamans did was blow up all their meat shield slaves.

But soon, the barbarians revealed their truth.

“Kiheeheeheehee!”

A shaman named Shaman Kara is preparing another shaman with a grim laugh.

Kim Sung-cheol shot an arrow at the old woman without delay.

But the barbarians were not defeated as before.

They didn't have enough to make a wall between Kim Sung-cheol and the old woman by pulling out the entire azure tree, so they became their own shield and protected the shaman.

“Kitchen!! ”

Nevertheless, one of the barbarians was killed by an arrow, but the shaman completed his evil trick.

The shaman smiles madly and shakes his staff, suddenly the sky darkens and a black cloud covers all sides.

The elves watched the signs of the sky in fear.

Kim Sung-cheol also felt a bad accustomed feeling.

‘This feeling. Where have I seen you before....? ’

The next moment, black lightning strikes the earth.

It wasn't just lightning.

It is the power of a curse made up of blasphemy and not given to man.

“Look... over there! ”

An archer points to a battlefield in a voice filled with fear.

It was happening.

The bodies that were lying in the battlefield cooling off.

“Grrrgh...”

Kwakwang!

The black lightning continues to strike.

Wherever black lightning touched, dozens and hundreds of dead bodies began to appear.

A large-scale necromancer practiced on the battlefield.

But this is no ordinary necromancy.

Kim Sung-cheol and the Elven army saw sharp fangs emerge from the mouths of the resurrected corpses, partially blurring like fog.

Not skeletons or zombies, but undead monsters of the highest rank, the Vampires.

“That's ridiculous. I've seen a lot of necromancers on my battlefield, but I've never heard or seen anything like it. ”

Those who fought the last of the Necromancers on the battlefield, the Kingdom of Rutheginia, know it.

that what's happening is impossible, or unimaginable.

But that's actually happening now.

The problem was far worse than the destruction of common sense.

It is serious in matters.

30,000 zombies, I don't know, but 30,000 vampires weigh different.

Vampires that can be physically attacked by fog and transformed into bats and quickly swarm into hostiles have a different trajectory than zombies that are slower targets.

Kim Sung-cheol intuited seeing it.

Is this what you've been after from the start? ’

The shoulders of the slavers who were resurrected as vampires are marked with a profane eye-eye mark without exception.

A dark lightning bolt of unholy magic is being absorbed into the stigma scattered over the air.

That made it clear.

What the Barbarians were after through the slave soldiers was not merely demoralizing but consuming.

It is a collateral effect that is done and not done.

What they were after was a fresh mass of corpses from the start. To unleash the most powerful undead.

Kim Sung-cheol lifted up his arm, which he put on the ground for a while.

“Everyone, focus on your defenses. ”

There is one traditional and most effective way to deal with Necromancers of the battlefield.

Defeat the drunkard.

Although it was much more intuitive than the hiding hide-and-seek in Lagrange, Kim Sung-cheol felt that this was more dangerous than ever before.

Probably waiting for the assassin to show up with unprecedented defenses.

But I have to go.

Otherwise, you cannot win.

Phage work.

On the tip of Kim Sung-cheol's finger, a weak spark popped up.

Kim Sung-cheol stepped forward with an arm of karaz in one hand and an electrical force in the other.

“Bertelgia. It's a little dangerous. ”

Kim Sung-cheol's heart was heavy, unlike usual.

However, Bertelgia blurted toward Kim Sung-cheol.

“You've been acting a little tense lately. Let's get this over with and pay a visit! How long are you going to keep me waiting for you every day? ”

I felt no fear of Bertelgia.

Kim Sung-cheol, who heard Bertelgia's face until he got tired, looked back at him and looked back at him for a while.

“With the sound of elves dying. ”

A faint smile came to mind at Kim Sung-cheol's mouth.

“Let's get this over with. ”

The man who was called the enemy of the world quietly walked forward while everyone was watching.

A battlefield in which 30,000 Vampires Rise from the Striking Black Lightning.