Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The old man's figure was also well grasped by Prince Sect, who drives horseback riding while leading the way, and emitted intense discomfort in the battlefield overflowing with immortals (undead) from his beautiful appearance.

While dressed as if the priest were to wrap himself around him, the flesh that fits beneath him has a body not inferior to that of the Great Fangus Elder, with white moustaches on his gray hair and eyes that fit beneath him, although with fierce wrinkles between his brows, are tightly closed.

And the most eye-catching is a giant iron-like sword that has more than the length of the old man's back.

The old man has a seemingly quiet atmosphere, but his anger emotions, which cannot be said from behind his closed eyes in such a way as to be tied together, hissed and felt it, Prince Sect wrinkled between his brows feeling an unpleasant sweat conveying to his neck muscles.

'How dare you... how dare you! The precious subordination you have deposited from below, while in the inferior minutes, you deserve to die in the future!!

As the sound of the horseback squad treading the earth with its hooves sounds, the words that burn in the anger of the old man are beaten by the princes of Sect through the sound pressure that then creeps up across the battlefield.

As soon as the old man released the word, his flesh was even more exuberant and his upper body clothes were unwittingly torn apart, and his exuberant muscles - the faces of men - rose at the shoulders of both of them, his closed bright red eyes opened, while at the same time allowing yet another two eyes to tear his forehead open, for a total of four eyes.

To the appearance of lightly erecting the giant sword he was carrying at the same time, Prince Sect orders him to steer from left to right so as to distance himself from the old man by giving instructions to split the succeeding horseback riding squad in two.

But the strange old man, who had already come packing his time in one flight, was swinging the giant sword in his hand toward Prince Sect, who was at the forefront.

One step behind his departure from the scene in relation to which he had given instructions at the beginning, Prince Sect reacted to the cold running on his back, then kicked his horse (Abumi) to escape and threw himself into the universe.

"Damn!? Guuuuuu!!"

Throwing herself from a walking horse, she rolled vigorously down the ground and struck her whole body hard, causing breath to leak out of her lungs.

While his face was distorted by dull pain all over his body, his sight saw a horse rolling down the ground as he raised a huge blood splash, broken apart by a strange old man's wielded giant sword as he raised his face to regain his posture.

If the reaction had been one more step behind, he would have followed the same fate as a horse.

But - - Prince Sect realizes that the danger has not yet passed as the strange old man who ignores the subsequent horseback riding squad that divides and detours the left and right and turns to Prince Sect again erects a giant sword.

"Not at all... I'm telling you I'm not good with swords"

Zeroing such stupidity with a slightly self-derisive mouthful, Prince Sect laid out the brilliantly decorated sword he had placed on his hips when he brutally wiped the blood seeping into the edge of his mouth with his sleeves.

However, although the leg moves, the impact of the earlier horse drop only raised one arm to the middle, and the chest hurts considerably, so much so that it is difficult to breathe.

The old man wielded the giant sword he had shown earlier, saying that there would be no winning chance in the opponent of a substandard monster that would break the horse, but still the edge of his mouth was sarcastically upward.

When the strange old man sees him like that and distorts his big mouth like it's torn, he easily wields the giant sword in his hand and sounds the roar of cutting the sky around him.

"Turn your sword on this me with a dwarf being, or I'm extremely unpleasant..."

The strange old man, speaking in a tone like throwing up and throwing up, stood up to be slashed at once by Prince Sect by unshakeably shaking the giant sword he had in his hand.

But in defiance of the instructions of the last minute Prince Sect there, two horsemen, far from the line of horsemen, had stormed straight at the old man with a long spear.

"Your Highness Sect, please step back!

"We'll take care of them here!

Two cavalry members say so and kick horses to increase speed toward the old man, shaking up long spears.

But the old man, who wielded a giant sword all at once, rubbing off with the horseman, broke off the two horsemen in an instant and spit upon the scattered blood splash and the organ untouched.

He was a prince of the sect who stared silently at it, but by the slight opening of four eyes stained with the old man's bright red, he tried to turn his consciousness behind him, feeling signs of impending rapidity from behind.

But before that, when the Lord of Signs jumped in front of Prince Sect - over his head - and landed with the fierce sound of the earth, he rammed the hammer in his hand to the ground.

"Apparently, you're the head of this bunch of monsters... something like that?

The Dark Elves with their pale purple skin, who suddenly appeared in the battlefield - Elder Fangus stared at the relative old man with his golden eyes and inquired without alarm.

To that fangas elder intrusion, the other old man wrinkles at the root of his eyebrows to expose his discomfort.

"I don't mean to call the Necromancer army a monster who kept it from under... You're the one with the long ears. How dare you use lizard balls? But to spike men, boulders are usurpers. '

When the old man said so, shook the atmosphere with a giant sword to intimidate him, he set eyes on the relative Great Fangus Elder, holding the pattern of the sword in one hand with both hands.

"I, Augrent Eela Pacientier, the Cardinal of the Seven Cardinals, will purify you with my own hands... and I thank you for your mercy."

Say so No, Cardinal Augrent descends again at high speed the giant sword in his hand and is slashed by the Great Fangus Elder, but he plays it with a gavel that the Great Fangus Elder had a side of the giant sword like that iron mass, stuffs his opponent's nose in time as he strays from its orbit, and chooses his opponent's belly at the tip of the gavel.

A blunt sound echoes the blow of the Great Fangus Elder's full body, and Cardinal Augrent blows back in the momentum, but the target is not seriously wounded, and peeks the colour of his anger into his expression.

While looking calmly at the condition, Elder Fangus swings barely on the spot several times to make sure he feels the hammer in his hand. Tighten your mouth that it doesn't seem to work so well for your opponent, although you had quite a response during the attack.

"Cardinal…, apparently it is certain that the Hilk nation is ruled by monsters"

An unusually exuberant muscle gently wielding a giant sword like a mass of iron, and four eyes stained with bright red, a creepy alien old man whose body was painted with several humans, described himself as one of the seven cardinals of the Hilk nation.

He was a fan gas who had lived for quite a while as a great elder, but he had never seen or heard of an immortal (undead) who stood in front of him about as dark as death.

But it is also clear that the presence in front of us is never hallucinations, delusions, etc.

And it is not preferable for the people, nor for the Elves, for the distorted beings to remain so far in the world.

─ ─ I'll be sure to bury you here!

With that firm determination, the instantly packed fan gas swings upwards from its lowered structure to target the target's torso again, but the enemy - now with the giant sword that Augrent had - plays the blow, slashing Fan Gas to a slightly disintegrating position.

Whenever two weapons like each other's iron chunks meet, the shock and sound diffuse on the spot enough to shock the air, and there is no fine dust in the air so that a constant person can enter there.

Both Prince Sect and his own sword arms and hundreds of others were aware of it, blinded by the battle he stepped into the realm of those two outsiders a short distance from the spot, supported by his men who rushed through a painful body.

"The inferior race is abominable!! It rips me apart!!

It was Cardinal Augrent who showed anger at the situation he was antagonizing earlier.

The moment Augrent, roughing his voice like a sharp hike, was prevented by fangas from striking the giant sword, he jumped backwards to hunt it down, while four sharp tentacles jumped out of his back and attacked fangas.

Fangus, who was about to pack it further forward, flaunts the ambush in inches, but pokes a disfigured gap and Augrent comes forward again to unleash the chase.

"We specialize in the proximity of each other with weapons in the process of completion. Are we thinking the same thing?" "Wear the fangs of the earth."

But Fangus, who also showed no agitation in that attack, on the contrary, when he solitary with a small grin on his mouth and somehow impressed, spinning a short, spiritual magic word with a low, roaring voice, activates it as a spell that embodies the power of the Spirit.

Zung!!

Activated it was in the shape of his will - turned into a spear stretched out to protrude from the earth, piercing from behind to his abdomen, Cardinal Augrent's blind spot.

For a moment Augrent, impacted by his own body from an unexpected direction, slightly opens four of its eyes to a blunt hard spiny object protruding from his own belly.

Cardinal Augrent, however, affixes an extra grin to his mouth and stares at Fangus, who stands across the street.

'Yes, you were good at magic... but when I was hit to this extent...'

Without worrying about the pierced abdomen, Fangus activates the Spirit Magic for further pursuit on Augrent, who tried to move again.

"O earth, chew me up, and give my enemies the commandment of the earth."

Similar to the earlier piercing of Augrent protruded from his feet one after the other, skewered from all sides as he reacted to that word of fangas, which was spinning in good spin, and Augrent was as fitting as a crocodile while standing on the spot.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!

But still, Augrent's expression was stained with anger, and his enlarged muscles were trying to get rid of the fangs of the earth that were piercing through his body, crushing them, and reinforcing their restraints.

In contrast to Augrent, who was in such a state of immobility, Fangus turned in a direction with no neck orientation at the same time as he swung up the hammer and smashed the opponent's jaw with his full eye on it.

"Ko... of... inferior... seed... haaaaaa!

A normal organism would surely be in a state of death, while the appearance of four eyes holding onto the fan gas and not letting it go can only be described as a different sight.

But Fangus doesn't even get upset about such a creepy look of Augrent, he just leaks a silly word with an eyebrow root and an extremely troublesome look on his face.

"Damn, the sturdy immortal (undead) is over... But it's over."

So once I separated the words, I dropped my eyelids to focus with a hammer on the spot with both hands.

"And it shall be the tomb of him that shall carve into the earth eternal silence upon the unclean, and upon him that shall die."

The immense magic of riding words engraved and spun between the brows of the Great Fangus Elder groans so much that Cardinal Augrent, who is relative, also manages to escape the scene, to the point of feeling in crisis.

However, the scattered destroyed flesh did not regenerate quite immediately, and the numerous souls planted in themselves instead of the body moving as they thought did not accept control as if the hoop (but) had come off.

Within doing so, the sand surrounding the Great Fangus Elder is continuously rolled up into space, and over the head he looks up, it turns into one giant rock mass, and yet its size becomes enlarged.

That huge mass of rock emitted a slight light, and so he perceived, and looked open to the four bright red stained eyes, and looked at the fangas, that the soul inside Cardinal Augrent, exposed to that light, was rumbling around in his body in an attempt to escape that light.

The moment the two sights intersect and Cardinal Augrent tries to utter any words, a huge mass of rock, ever enlarged, falls in the air so that it can be sucked to the earth by its own weight, crushing Cardinal Augrent, who was directly beneath it, without question, causing a huge ground shake and the atmosphere to tremble on the spot.

Looking up at the huge rock masses that took the form of piercing the earth, Grand Elder Fangus smiled slightly at the edge of his mouth, smashing its harsh face.

"It's such a grave mark that you don't have it. Take it."

When I say that and squeal with no one, I look around to make sure the war is going on around me.

Felfivislotte of the Dragon King (Dragon Road), who had been waiting over the sky until earlier, stood on the battlefield folding his wings, waving endlessly the sword-like tip of his proud long tail - a stunning crystal - to mow the remnants of the nearby immortals (undead) one after the other.

I also saw what Prince Sect was directing there, a platoon of elf warriors, and a human infantry squadron, and realized that the battle on this occasion was on its way to the end.

"Oh man, I didn't know I'd miss releasing your powers even on this battlefield... Well, there's a way."

Fangus shrugs such a soliloquy and drops his gaze on the hammer, which is also his own partner he had.

Then, after a short while, shaking his head (wearing it) small, he returns his gaze to the battlefield, as he changed his mind, and explores whether there are any signs of enemies around him with that sharp gaze.

"None. This one looks like it's going to carry on as planned. Beyond...?"

That's what Elder Fangus said and sighed, and there would be Arians and Arcs heading towards Rione, king of the kingdom of Delfrent, looking up at the sky in the direction of the north - the Soville Mountains.