Regressor Instruction Manual

I felt the heat of the battlefield as it was. Not everyone will enjoy watching.

I can assure you, if you've ever stood on the battlefield, you won't be pleased with that.

Crosses wounded comrades, encounters enemies and swings swords and spears.

Screaming from all around, you hear a tearing sound.

I'm out of breath. You feel malice, hostility, and madness spreading through the air, and you find it hard to breathe properly because of the nasty smell that pierces your nose.

Not only does your whole body get wet with sweat, but eventually you can't tell what's going on.

For the public, the battlefield is an object of fear and an experience you will never want to experience again.

Of course, there are those who enjoy this environment.

Brigade garbage with a gruesome psychopath murderer, sometimes war addicted veterans, and sometimes retired mercenaries.

I didn't honestly understand what it was like to be addicted to war, but I thought I'd understand a little bit if I saw a red mercenary.

‘It's unusual. ’

It's definitely unusual.

‘They're unusual. ’

Brothers!

- Whoaaahhhh!

My brothers and sisters!

- Don't stop! Charge! Charge! Charge!

- Run, run! You bastards!

- Don't die, you sons of bitches! Don't die! Let's meet alive!

‘Really…. ’

I knew the atmosphere of the Red Mercenary Guild was inherently rough, but I feel like it's not clearer than I thought.

There were those who judged the situation quite calmly like Choi Young-gi, and there was a sense that they were a bunch of muscles, but rational muscles.

I asked which side was the good one and the proportion of the size of the dandy was quite high.

Of course, it was the rules defined by the guild that gave them reason, but that image piled up and piled up...

‘You forgot. ’

I had forgotten for a moment that I was suppressing those accident clubs.

He had forgotten that if he put them out there right now, he was a criminal or he was in an accident somewhere.

- Kill, kill!

- Die, you filthy bastards! Wizard Support!!!

- Get out of the way! Out of the way!!

- Come in, come in! You devils!! Come in!!

‘Real shit. ’

I've never seen a Red Mercenary stand on the battlefield before, but it feels so unfamiliar.

You don't look like you've been fighting like a trained soldier in red armor. It's like looking at animals with their collars untied.

‘These guys are real assholes. ’

Some with axes, some with shields. The way we fight, like the weapons we each carry, is also the way we fight.

Some take off their hot armor and fight, while others use a staff as a blunt object, even though they are wizards.

Some are throwing giant weapons, and some are smiling after picking up the enemy wizard attack with their whole bodies.

You can also see those who are fighting recklessly with their arrows in their arms scrambled and scouring the battlefield with their eyes as if they were rotten.

The battlefield is so messy I can understand why they haven't untied their necks until now....

- Barbarians.

“What are you calling a savage again? ”

---But it was the battlefield I designed. I don't want to interfere, I don't have any rights, but I don't feel comfortable watching a battle like that. I'd rather not look.

“Let's not pretend to be dignified, really. What do you know of a man as big as an orchid in a greenhouse? It's gold under good parents. It's a prison. Who knows what the world grew up in? There's no such thing as dignity on the battlefield. ”

---Don 't try to insult me by framing useless. I'm not looking for dignity on the battlefield either. But….

“But?”

- But there's a minimum line. You can't call that a war. I want to ask you what's different from cheap mercenaries fighting drunk at a tavern. That's what a Red Mercenary called one of Lindell's three guilds looks like. I feel like I've opened my way to rubbish.

“So that's what the military is doing there. He doesn't know anything. A tactic is a tactic because you don't even know how to fight hot. Do you think he's ever felt that heat? This is why we can't let the clerks do this. Those people who are busy talking about the site... ”

---Less than you...

“That's because I don't talk. I'm more like him than you. I would have gotten used to it back there. I'm on the ground. It's not the same as the military. ”

---This shit isn't worth listening to.

‘Son of a bitch. ’

I noticed a frowny face that I don't like.

I was able to understand the feeling of sincerity to some extent, but I don't think he meant what he just said.

It's just a distraction, I guess.

Maybe he doesn't want to admit it. How can he understand that he's making progress even though he's fighting like that?

Perhaps the values that he was establishing were shattered.

Let me give you an example. How many battlefields has this son of a bitch fought on the continent stage? How many battlefields have you written about?

After many trial and error, I am confident that he has defined war in his own way.

He was originally a conceited pup... I can't imagine how much Pride he would have in his paper.

In the end, a new theory to threaten the paper appeared, and to be precise, a case against the paper appeared.

‘I don't think we're clear. ’

It feels organized.

I don't know what to say about that. I did not share well with the disease and my rank is not normal. They're just charging in carelessly, and they don't even see a proper commander.

Some of them are wearing Commander's Insignia, but they're also focusing solely on lighting their eyes and sticking axes in the heads of demons.

You can see their faces and bodies soaking in the blood of demons, foaming at their mouths.

Honestly, it's hard to tell who the devil's camp is. Violent scenes stand out as victims of demons.

I can't even use it for publicity.

But...

‘Why does it look organized? ’

As a result, there are definitely laws, not nonsense.

It may seem merely a commotion, but it may seem promising.

There are laws that minimize casualties and even they are unconscious.

Each of them acts and moves like a single body. The scene of filling each other's gaps and absurd puzzles coming together to draw a picture is like….

“Perfect.”

It was a perfect piece.

‘You probably won't be able to ask me to do this again. ’

I can assure you.

It must be a coincidence. The way they've been breathing all this time, it's just that they're so cooked up that they fit together. If I ask you to do it again, you really won't be able to do it.

If it weren't for Cha Hee Ra leading the battlefield in the first place, it wouldn't have been made.

The reason why the Red Mercenaries broke the rules and broke the collar is because Cha Hee told them to do so, not for any other reason.

On second thought, Cha Hee made that decision....

It's because of the Devil Summon scum. ’

Ironically, the Republic's genius military has provided a strong stage that won't collapse.

- Kill it! Kill!!!

Don't stop! Don't look back! Run!

You hear a noise with the sound of Kuang.

He wields his weapon with a bare grip, each with an axe and a sword made to be held in one hand.

The one who is struck by the Great Sword flies away and the one who is stabbed by the axe is crushed.

Whenever the earth fires and moves the body, a storm blows.

It's like the sound of effects I've never heard in my life keeps going down.

God's soldiers, who follow the path of the battlefield god, look at her, believe and follow her, and burn everything she has.

The user shields itself against enemy attacks, smiling frenzily and releasing its foot into the darkness.

That is a belief that you will not die. No, you don't seem to be afraid of death.

He seems to think he'll eventually head for Valhalla, the tomb of warriors, even if he dies.

“The god of battle is with us! ”

“The Red Mercenaries are with us! ”

“Today this place will be our grave! The most glorious death will be at the side of the battlefield god. Fight, warriors! Let's fight! Battle! Let's fight, my brothers and sisters! Let's fight! Let's fight! To the god of the battlefield! ”

“Nothing will stand in the way of the whole body! We will sing victory songs, as always! ”

‘How. They must be drunk. ’

I think I took a bad pill. I'm drunk and drunk on the battlefield. I continue to spit out ambassadors that I can't do with my mind.

‘I see why this bastard couldn't adapt. ’

If you think of him standing tall among the Red Mercenaries soaked in madness, he's definitely worth craving for blue.

Sing a victory song and praise the god of the battlefield. Cha Hee smiles.

I keep cutting down enemies, squeezing them like bugs, and explaining to them why I have to believe in myself.

Look.

Overwhelming.

Kuaahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Overwhelming power.

Quad, quad, quad, quad, quad!

A force that inspires awe.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!! ”

“Magic! Wizard! ”

“Forward! Forward! Don't look back! ”

“Death by the god of the battlefield! ”

“I will lay down my life for the god of battle! ”

‘These bastards are crazy. ’

Crossing the bridge where the Demon Summoning garbage was made was not an easy task.

I wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the plague garbage open.

I tried to tighten up my troops and reinforce the wire or plug a hole, but all of the action was not meaningless enough.

Despite the physical limitations, God's soldiers led by the whole body never tire.

‘How embarrassing. ’

--- …….

‘How annoying it really is. ’

The Plague Garbage is more stressful than the Devil Summoning Garbage.

--- …….

‘ ……. ’

---You disgusting bugs... How dare you...!!

Kwaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!

You hear a great sound.

Cha Heera, who holds the head of the plague garbage from the chair in one hand and greets the wall with a hot greeting, flashed into view.

Quad, quad, quad, quad, quad!

- It's been a while, baby.

- Uhhhh!!! You crazy red bitch!!!!!!!!

- Shut up, asshole.

A huge fist sticks out of his face.

Kuaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

‘I can't... I can't watch. ’

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

Quad, quad, quad, quad!!

Quasi-support job!!!

Kwaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

‘I really can't see... ’