Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Meanwhile, on the north side of the street, far from the road to the south where Rue Rouve was calling, a monster in the form of a boy was screaming angrily.

Gritty, thin-eyed boy--that was Wilfred, the hungry knight who was one of the "Four Horsemen of the Doomsday".

"My curse has been extinguished! It's the only one who can do this... [Darkness] Witch Neymilia! And that fucking traitor is back!"

Wilfred realizes that his technique has been wiped out again, and feels the shadow of Neimilia behind him, just like Rue Rouve.

Neymiriya, the sister of the Ottoman lord and betrayer of the Holy Sword Keeper, was furious when he realized its existence.

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you...!" I'll rip off your limbs, rip out your guts, inflict every pain in the world, and then I'll kill you! I'll betray the Ottoman and kill him, and let him die! "

"Katakata Katakata..."

The Undead was also puzzled by Wilfred, who was screaming furiously. The skeleton soldier snaps his teeth and leans his neck like he's in trouble.

"Where, where are you..." Definitely close. We need to stay close. If not, you can't peel him...! "

The Boy Knight lost much of his rage and was crushing his nails with his teeth.

The Commander's stops have stopped the Immortal forces from moving again, and countless skeletons and corpses of decay have swung their bodies from side to side.

"... That's right. Depending on what you think, you might be lucky." You can get rid of that damn traitor before your [death] brother before your [war] grandfather. I can prove that I can be more useful to the Ottomans than anyone else. It's the best, isn't it?

While chewing his claws, Wilfred continued to say things like a sarcasm.

When I thought I was furiously angry, I suddenly laughed, and I was angry again, laughing with Nitanita... and my emotions were not stable like some kind of drug addict.

"That's right... I'm the Ottoman's number one." Of course, you can't beat your [War] grandfather, but you can also beat your brother and sister. Even to the holy sword holder and traitorous witch. The Ottoman belongs to me. "I'm the only queen...!" That's why I'm protecting you. I kill more enemies than anyone and prove I'm the best! "

The nail that bit too much broke and the fingertip that cut the skin was bleeding off... but Wilfred continued to say things without worrying about it at all.

This has been the case ever since I noticed Neimiglia's presence.

The march had been halted for more than half a day... but there was only the Undead around, and no one to point out it.

But... all of a sudden, things start to go wrong.

A bow and arrow flew in from somewhere, blasting Wilfred's head and thrusting it at the immortal behind him.

"...... Ah?"

An undead soldier who collapses after being shot by an arrow.

Wilfred stopped biting his fingers and moved slowly around his neck like a rusty tin doll, allowing him to see the direction in which the arrows were flying.

At the end of the road, a huge figure stood around the hill.

"Mu...! Did you take it off?" Unconscious for a lifetime! "

The man standing on the hill whispers regretfully.

Wilfred's acute hearing, which could not otherwise be heard, clearly captured the serious rotten voice of the big man.

A large strong bow is held in the hand of a tall man who said he would reach two meters. Looks like that big guy fired a bow and arrow.

"...... Oh, I see. You're here." That witch's buddy. "

Wilfred's tone changed to a cool tone, and he licked the blood flowing from his fingers.

"If that's the case, I'll have to kill you properly." If you were to kill your people and turn them into immortals, that mad witch would be a little bit regretful, right? "

Once again, the man on the hill fires an arrow, but the Immortal Soldier shields Wilfred.

A boy knight surrounded by the Undead Wall spread his hands wide and commanded his troops to shine his eyes behind his glasses.

"I give you an order. - Kill me." Just kill me. Kill me anyway. Kill them all. Kill them all. Kill as many as you can...! My soldiers, the army of the dead given to you by the Ottomans! Kill all your enemies and prove that I am the best of the Ottomans! ”

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The Undead Horde will follow the Commander's orders and act immediately.

I started marching at once towards the big man standing on the hill.

"Oh, what a tough army this is!" It's the enemy to do it properly! "

The big man screamed like admiration and disappeared across the hill.

After fleeing enemies, the Undead hordes march up the hill again.

The Western Region of the Kingdom of Zain. The Battle of the Northern Way.

Ten thousand Undead troops led by Wilfred were in contact with a small group of five hundred troops led by a thousand knights commander, Justy O'Guist.