Sanzen no Souru Supina

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Almost at the same time, there is the sound of metal rubbing against each other and a massive spark splashes, followed by soil smoke that will soon rise to cover it up and conceal it.

Legendary Knight: A sudden and powerful attack has struck the knights of Heliatium, led by Galuchin and who have continued to ravage the artillery units of the Osmadra Empire with the momentum of dashed bamboo.

The first target was Galuchin himself, who runs ahead.

As a commander, and naturally a man who actually runs in pure white armor as his strongest force, the attack that struck him was nothing short of paranormal.

That is the attack by the Osmadra Empire Great: the powerful bow-shaped Focus that Osmahim boasts.

First name is Artemauser.

It is a rigid bow capable of ejecting a number of warheads that have been specifically applied to this bow at supersonic speeds.

It was released from a distance of about a few hundred meters and struck a group of galusins.

The special "Spindle Conduction" immediately prior to ejection destroys the area by becoming countless pieces of light at the same time as the landing.

Each of the small fragments is a blade that accumulates super energy, and the spherical area with a radius of five meters, even if not a direct hit, becomes scorched earth.

Moreover, the bow's continuous velocity is not the ratio of other high-energy injection type "Focus".

Unlike Ashle's Dragon Spear: Shivnir and others, which depends on the performance of the Focus itself for the interval between the next bullet launch, Artemauser is characterised entirely by the skill of the archer.

And in this era, when it is said that the Divine Arrow Handler (Shinshanyu) (* about the Divine Class Handler who serves as an archer in rituals of service to God, etc.) was able to hit an arrow on a stationary target 500 meters away, Osmahim's skill clearly had something to outperform it.

The next moment when the figure of Galussin leading the way was no longer disputed by the earthsmoke, the rain of the (mess), which became mostly a beam of light, struck from just above the cavalry caught in fanaticism.

The knights, who cut into enemy artillery units, stepped on the battlefield, where they had already begun to show a look of turmoil, that there were no organized attacks by bows and arrows.

Osmahim was caught off guard.

I see, like an alarming show move (feint), there is an archer figure far out of the effective range.

However, the attack was carried out from a completely different place, an unexpected angle.

"Chickshaw - you'll do it, heathen..."

When the soil and smoke soared clear, Galuchin took a bad turn in return for the damage suffered by the squad he was leading.

What was there was the appearance of a half-baked squad.

Until earlier, the jokes were sprinkled with dirty faces of dirt and blood, and laughter was scattered in pieces of flesh.

The area that was not protected by the armor was completely extinguished from charcoal, and there were a number of piercing holes in the barely shaped plate of torso armor, the area was still red-hot.

The victim must have burned from the inside right after eating the fragments and boiled the blood to death.

Galusin himself, it's almost miraculous that he could have shot off the first shot.

If I hadn't waved the blade while the Holy Sword was guiding me, or I might have followed the same fate as all those who expose corpses to the earth right now.

"No, it's not as sweet as dying like that... the curse I've had on myself"

All at once, Galusin glanced at the direction of the arrow's arrival.

It is a small high hill there.

Beyond it is a spot out of sight in the battle of the plains, as well as the perfect terrain for placing ambushes.

Unless you even climb to the top of a siege weapon, in a battlefield where at best you only get a view from a horse, even if that's actually less than a few meters altitude difference, it's fully effective in concealing the force.

And the attack that now struck the Galuchins knights was fired from the other side of that hill.

Galusin is screaming at the invisible enemy.

"Come on out, he's shooting at us right now. If you're a knight, come out. And take my challenge!

Galusin's voice would not have arrived on this occasion colored by gunfire and anger.

But the man appeared to respond to the voice.

First, I saw the flag.

The crest of the sun wheel hits the wind in a fabric dyed deep red.

More importantly, it is the iron pan (Kazan) that is raised on the flag.

Galucin hung up the corner of his mouth when he noticed what it meant.

"Osmadra's SS...... then, the current attack"

They came so as to corroborate the correctness of such Galucin's words.

The forces of Osmadra are many of them miscellaneous and extremely poorly equipped.

Even the lowest mercenaries in the western world are required to wear no chest armor, no shields, just swords and come at me relying on numbers.

Exactly man-made sea tactics, its typical.

But that's only a story of miscellaneous soldiers.

The cavalry and spear soldiers who solidify the royal family and the Taisho will solidify themselves with beautiful armor and arm themselves with excellent weapons.

Among them, the vibrancy of Osmahim's direct SS is noteworthy.

In other words, the Aram men do the idea that beauty on the battlefield is the proof of their own righteousness = the executor of righteousness with the protection of God.

So the SS of the Great Emperor embodies its ultimate.

They believe that they must be the embodiment of true righteousness as they enter the righteous side (buckwheat) of their faith.

And if there were such people, I mean, there they are.

"Are you early? Fast talking and helpful ze"

The living legendary knight spread his grin more and more, acknowledging the man who appeared by breaking a line of SS armed with weapons dyed all over his body by Zhu.

The man solidified his whole body with a glowing golden dragon phosphorous, putting his blue clothes together and on horseback.

Osmadra the Great: Osmahim, one of them.

It's just not the pure white turban I showed you during last night's speech, what's overhead today is still a golden helmet.

And at the top of his head, a strange green flame is burning instead of a helmet ornament.

That even looks like huge eyes in the distance.

"Oh, my God, you flashy narcissist. Your head's on fire."

Garussin said away with a twist.

In fact, it is a proven tactic of warfare that Osmadra's cavalry employs, even occasionally, to advance with fine work and flames on helmets and shields, and the enemy army that saw it was driven by panic and repeatedly defeated, and Galusin knew it, but he could not help but see the Great Emperor put it into practice himself.

Well, what's so cute about a man who inspired himself with pure white armor?

"The Omaes, go. Don't get surrounded. Cut through this place and step on your fatherland alive!

Galushin, who recognized Osmahim, said so to the remaining knights, putting up the holy sword to signal Osmahim.

"What's up, go!

Round the horse's neck, Galushin drinks.

The knights showed a flash of patrol and then followed the instructions and rushed out.

Watered its back, I saw the Osmadra army trying to build an organized siege net that began to recover from the chaos of the ambush.

"That's right, that's fine. If you're hot, you'll be surrounded. It's the speed that matters. So far, the battle has been successful... and if I take his neck, it's perfect."

Galushin mouthed for discretionary calculations as he dropped off his running friends.

In common sense, he and I still have 300 meters to spare.

A dozen seconds away from stuffing with a horse is no more than an infinite opportunity to shoot for an archer who has excelled in stunning.

What's more, you will receive the SS and Osmahim's super-attack capabilities directly in front of you if you do something like run a horse here.

"It doesn't matter how many arrows (Zako) you eat... is it Osmahim? That offense hasn't really gotten any more stylish. It doesn't matter how much I don't die, it doesn't mean I don't get hurt. Even horses die if they get caught up in it. Losing a leg here isn't funny."

Well, what's the matter?

Things were dramatically changing even while Galuchin toured the calculator that way.

Galushin saw Osmahim unload the bow he could carry and give it to his squire.

An entering squire receives a huge bow on a pedestal wrapped in a deep red fabric by two sides.

Instead, it was dedicated to - far-sighted and obvious rigid spears wielding (...).

handed it from both sides. Osmahim took it disappointingly and showed it as high as Galusin had done so.

After being distracted for a moment by the way it looked, Galusin smiled with a broken face.

"I'm a bastard. I want to be a heathen. You're going to take my challenge. That's right (...), the man called the Knight of the East. That's right. I got to go. That's right. If you wave my challenge here, the name of the world's superpower will cry!

Hahahahahahahahaha!!

The joyous laughter of a knight who lived more than a hundred years on the battlefield echoed.