"Ola! Die, Cine, Shin"
Speak as you stick out the spear, the weapon in your hand, again and again.
When I joined the Marshall Mercenaries, I was supposed to leave for the battlefield without much time.
My first actual battle was nervous.
Not at all like a labyrinth.
Many humans split into enemy allies and kill each other.
At first I was also awkward with such battlefield air.
But I could soon change my mind and fight.
Maybe because I had the experience of killing those guys in the labyrinth.
Besides, I knew perfectly well that if I were hesitant to kill the other soldier, I would die soon.
If you don't kill him, he'll kill you.
Anyway, because mercenaries hired with money were often thrown into harsh battlefields.
I never thought it would be so dangerous to be hired for money to go to war.
Well, I asked a member of the mercenary regiment later, but I was also convinced.
People like us who hire untargeted mercenaries to fight are basically trying to push dangerous ground.
Any alternative useful comma.
That was the treatment of mercenaries.
So they send you to the best war zone, including you.
But the reward you get for risking your life is just enough money to spend your days, and not so much money.
At least in order for all the members of the group to eat, they must always be hired somewhere to go out to war.
The Marshall mercenary regiment I belonged to was so diverting around the place.
The only salvation would have been that there was a smart one in the Marshall Mercenaries.
There was a smart one who negotiated to avoid being sent to dangerous places as much as possible, or to identify employers.
It is said that this mercenary regiment is made up thanks to the person who set up the mercenary regiment with the captain.
Well, the captain was strong, but he wasn't very smart from me.
With such a mercenary regiment, I was quite active.
Still, my body was thin, but I had the power of [rigidity] and [penetration] that I [collected] from them.
Thanks to this power, even sticking out a spear worked anyway.
Besides, I think it's a good thing they got [enhanced healing power].
Some injuries have healed properly, and my health has recovered faster than normal.
So I did my best.
I worked hard, worked hard, and even kept sticking my spear up against the person in front of me.
I didn't know anything about the outside because I was born in Labyrinth Street and have always lived there.
I learned a lot of things little by little after others taught me.
There seems to be frequent fighting outside the city.
I also heard that there is no interruption in the mercenary regiment's work because there is a war over there.
That seems to have been true.
In many places, I fought against various opponents.
Or I kept fighting so hard that I wasn't even sure where I was right now and who I was fighting.
I heard rumors of the wind when such a life went on for years.
Apparently, the labyrinth city has been attacked.
I heard he quickly lost and fell to such a small number of troops that had stormed from afar.
Get out of my way.
It was this word that sprang naturally when I heard the story.
I don't know who it is anywhere, but I thought I did well.
I just felt a little easier.
But I can no longer say such a swallowing thing.
The captain is dead.
The captain who was so strong died lightly.
I just had a strong opponent.
The strong one won and the captain was weak.
That was all.
It seems to me that the treatment of employers for the Marshall mercenary corps has gradually changed since the captain's death.
It was someone I thought was smart to succeed the captain.
Until now, it was heard that he had not had to cross the dangerous bridge with the advice of the person.
But it wasn't.
What really mattered was that the captain was strong.
From then on, little by little, the Marshall Mercenaries became sent all the way to a more dangerous battlefield than ever before.
Looks like the flow couldn't be stopped just by being smart.
I knew I had to be strong.
They follow us as soon as they think we're weak.
We need to be stronger.
So I even killed him.
I killed all the ones I could see.
Kill and kill, and occasionally [gather] strength from knights who would be on the battlefield to become stronger.
Then, before I knew it, I was the captain.
Everyone in the regiment was starting to listen to me better than smart people.
I knew it was different when I was strong.
We have to be strong.
Everyone started listening because I was stronger.
So I kept killing him to be stronger.
And also killed the king.
I don't know why I was there.
It's just that when I was hired as a mercenary to enter the King's Capital.
The men of the Memento army arrived in the king's capital and began looting.
But my Marshall mercenary regiment was driven towards the end when they told me to be vigilant on the outside of King's Capital.
At that time, there was a king among those who had tried to escape from the king's capital.
The clothes I was wearing weren't that luxurious.
But I felt like I was eating something good all the time, and I came across a white skin guy who hadn't sunburned enough to say that I had never worked 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 the magic of making salt.
The king's magic was obtained.
And at the same time, my magic power increased dramatically.
Probably enough magic to make a bunch of knights out there.
That's enough to be called the main class.
No, I got strong enough that it might be more than our main class.
I'm getting stronger.
More than a knight, more than a lord of nobility.
Then you should be able to have what was in that strength.
Land.
The mercenary regiment spread its name quite a bit when I got stronger, but I knew I would remain in a low position forever.
If you're strong, you won't be insulted.
But I can still see it downstairs just because it's a mercenary regiment.
Then I'll have the land, too.
Knights and nobles who are weaker than me control the land.
It obeys the land and the inhabitants who live there with the power that ordinary people do not have: magic.
So I decided to take the land on my own too.
What the fuck.
I knew it wouldn't be difficult.
I attacked the affordable knighthood to get the land there.
I also fought the knight of the noble realm next door, but I won.
If you do it, you can.
Plus I noticed when I got land.
The great one in position has a lot of magic, kill him and [collect] him and I can be stronger.
And it wasn't just the knights and nobles.
At one point, I happened to argue with a church priest and kill him.
When we were discussing this alone, the body was hard to find out because we [collected] it right away.
And that's when I realized.
That if we [collect] power from the priests of the Church, we can be the same or stronger than when we [collect] it from the nobles.
Besides, the priest is weak.
You never think you're going to be attacked, so if you attack close, you can definitely win.
That's not all.
When I [collected] power from the priest, I got something completely different than before.
It's a means to empower other members of the team than me.
Marshall, I've got the power to allow all the mercenaries to use the magic I have.
From then on, we won with the momentum of the bamboo.
After taking the knight's land, the other knights who came to take it back and the noble armies on it also pushed it back and won.
The knights of the noble realm next to it have also attacked but beaten it as well.
So I also got the Church of the newly acquired Land of Major.
To be stronger, stronger.
But the clouds are getting suspicious from there.
The members who have followed me so far have become somewhere else.
Something disobedient came up.
Such a one showed strength and tried not to disobey, but the atmosphere grew strange.
The Church has done something called Divine Enemy Certification so as to chase it further.
And even put a bounty on me and the mercenary corps executives.
What is this?
Why do you keep interrupting me when I just got my own land on my own?
The mercenary regiment became increasingly isolated because of the church.
Some tried to escape, so I killed him like that.
Then everyone started following me quietly.
That's right.
I wish I had more power.
Even the church does.
If I knew I had more power, I wouldn't be doing anything weird.
That's when I thought so.
Killed one servant beast.
It's the same service beast that the North Army used to beat Labyrinth Street, and the one who had the idea that magic could be used if there were horns, he said.
So I also [collected] from that servant beast.
Then an interesting force became available.
[Sharing].
I'm not sure what it is, but when I used [Sharing], I could use more magic than ever before, and I could use the magic of [Light of Judgment].
I used the new power I got for the aristocratic city of the neighboring land.
I can understand how to use it even if there is no explanation.
You can say [the light of judgment] as you reach for a visible place.
Then a pillar of light appeared in that aristocratic city that ascended to heaven, and the next moment, the city was gone.
All that remained was bright white salt.
Strong.
It's so strong.
Besides, I was able to [collect] power from all the people in the city who killed me using this [light of judgment].
Maybe from the nobles and knights who were in the city, and the church priests.
With this magic, I can be stronger.
I can be stronger.
I can be stronger than anyone.
Then no one should complain about what I do anymore.
To do this, let's shut up the church first.
But the church is everywhere.
Crushing it all is just a hassle.
Then you can turn down Daiyuan.
You can crush the Holy Capital, where the Church's headquarters are.
That's what I thought. I took the Marshall Mercenaries to the Holy City.
The city that was on its way instead of the cost of going, and all the troops that were in the way, turned it into my power with [the light of judgment].
And I finally see it.
Sacred capital.
Crush it over there and they'll all start listening to me.
"Light of Judgment"
Reach for the Holy Capital and say so.
At the next moment, a pillar of light stood from the Holy City toward the sky.
And when that light went out, all the holy capital buildings disappeared, and I got more strength than ever before.
"Hey, what?
But then something strange happened.
The pillars of light disappeared, and the likeness of black Moya blew up on the land where only white salt remained.
... Is that magic?
Black magic.
The colored magic that I have never seen spreads, and it erodes more and more around me.
"It's rotten, is it?
Every place its black magic touched was in a rotten state.
The ground, the salt there, everything.
Seeing that, a voice rose from within the mercenary regiment.
The immortal, the king of the immortal.
And then he turns his gaze to the one he points to.
Then he was there.
A shadow standing in that place where its surroundings rot as black Moya-like magic spreads.
The moment I saw it, my spine froze.
What the hell is that?
A being that just stays there and makes death aware of what it sees.
There was an ominous being called the king of the undead.
And then he moves on with his sleigh and this way.
As if to deny everything in the world, he approached us with unclean magic.