Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The city walls of the Holy City of Fairvio Alsace were gradually approaching, until a clear view of several towers of the cathedral peeking from behind the city walls was seen.

And as we approach the city walls of the Holy City, we begin to see in the distance the black death stains emitted by the countless immortals (undead) that flock around it.

While the Allied forces divide into platoon units and keep each other at a distance, they gradually pack that distance while alerting the immortals (undead) in the form of scattered meetings as originally planned.

The pace of progress has been cautious or rather slow.

Arian, the leading group, is surrounded by platoons of fellow warriors and platoons of the Blade Heart (Jinsin) clan, just like Chiyome, as well as a small number of soldiers belonging to the army of the people.

The characteristic tension before a massive battle dominates the scene, and everyone looks straight ahead silently only.

Among other things, Ark, as usual, was at the forefront of a grand walk by twisting a ponta wrapped around his neck with his fingertips.

"Are you nervous, Arian?

Chasing Ark's back like that with his eyes, it was Fangus, his own maternal grandfather and great elder of the Canadian Great Forest, who accidentally called out from the side.

He has a height and body comparable to that of an arc, and the leather armor that surrounds him has been used for many years to tell the story of being a warrior.

I heard that the heavyweight battle hammer on his shoulder fully exerted its power on his cardinal opponent even on the Weir River defense line the other day, and just broke it by itself.

My grandfather has long since left the warrior's throne, but there is no indication that his arms, accustomed to him when he was in active service, will ever fade.

"Well, when all those immortals (undead) are opponents, it's a boulder..."

That's what I said. She lowered her brow butt and exhaled small.

It's Chiyome, a little girl dressed in a black sneak outfit, who has made a small clench and hung words of encouragement on Arian's look like that.

"Don't worry, I'll protect Lord Arian's back."

I am ashamed of myself for staring straight up at Arian with pale, clear eyes, and gently tense my cheeks with both hands so that I can add a drink.

Look at her like that. Elder Fangus gently slapped her own thick chest plate and strained her chest.

"No extra feelings, okay? I'm here, too. Let's see how you grow."

When Fangus said so, he made a peek at his white teeth with a tough face that left traces of ancient wounds and laughed and showed them.

Arian nodded silently back at his grandfather like that and turned that gaze forward again.

After a while, when I heard the wings winged loudly from the rear and looked back, the two dragon kings (Dragon Road) Felfivislotte and Williarsfim flew this way and descended straight on the path ahead where the arc was going.

As planned in advance, as Felfivislotte and the others first opened the battlefield, Ark was supposed to apply the magic [Holy Light Protection] of preventing everyone from attacking from the "filth of death” only once.

"[Protection of Holy Light (Holy Protection)]!!"

When Ark activates his magic with his right hand raised heavenly, the fluctuations of light around him spread around him, softly enveloping Dragon King (Dragon Road) and other giants.

Ariane, Chiyome, Fangas, Goemon and others who were nearby with it also received their fluctuations of light, and when the magic was finally activated, all those who were on the spot were covered in thin films of light.

There were not only people, but also the Elves, who showed surprise at the strange effect.

Ark says that the magic of protecting himself only once from the "filthy of death” attack that is thrown out from that giant immortal giant is something that even the Elves don't hear much about being magically prolonged.

There are quite a few who can handle the magic that protects themselves, but no one knows the magic that is designed to protect others, like Ark, and that works for all who are within range.

Felfivislotte and Williarsfim, all covered by the membrane of light, once again fly in a straight line to the Holy Capital with their wings flapping into the sky.

Then immediately at the end of his sight, the werewolf smoke of the battle by the two Dragon Kings (Dragon Road) was raised.

It is the leading Felfivislotte that sprinkles several light bullets from above to the ground, blowing up a strip around it.

The attack is transmitted as a roar that shook the atmosphere even beneath Arian and Chiyome, a little further away, and as a shock enough to shake the earth.

Its power is tremendous, and the immortals (undead) who were at the point of the light-bomb landing are blown to the wood terminal dust, while the simultaneous shock waves involve the nearby immortals (undead).

Dragon King (Dragon Road) Williarsfim, flying diagonally backward of Felfivislotte, had generated a tornado centered around his body, flying at low altitudes above ground in a wrapped figure, and blowing all the undead (undead) on the path with that tornado he wrapped himself in.

By the overwhelming destruction of two Dragon Kings (Dragon Road), their path becomes a blank zone path that stretches straight to the Holy City of Fairvio Alsace.

To the overwhelming power of the two Dragon Kings (Dragon Lord), a great twist occurs, apart from the people, the elves, the beasts and the race, followed by a cheer from everyone's mouth.

In the meantime, when an arc at the head of the coalition moves from the spot to another part of the unit using the [Dimensional Walking Method (Dimensional Move)], it activates the [Blessed Light Protection (Holy Protection)] on the spot and moves to yet another part, repeating the same thing several times.

When the Dragon King (Dragon Road) and others opened the battlefield and Ark completed granting [Holy Light Protection (Holy Protection)] to all of the Allied forces, it was finally the turn of the Allied forces on the ground.

However, some units were ahead of the battle's exuberance, and some groups of platoons believed to be human were leaking Dragon King (Dragon Road) and others, and were running out on the weak undead (undead) as targets.

Weak Immortal (undead) soldiers and others can be defeated with almost a single blow by human infantry, and those who are excited about it begin to prune individual and surrounding immortals (undead) without cooperating with each other.

But there, a spiderman who lost his man-shaped half crawls out of the rubble and breaks it with a machete that had one of the soldiers in his hand who was obsessed with hunting the immortal (undead).

"So, I'm out!!

When one of the soldiers around him shouts a screaming voice at the look of it, the other soldiers, who had been exalted until then, finally return to me to realize their place and rush out under their companions.

"Sa, back off! Back off!!

It was a platoon that had finally begun to collaborate on the instructions raised by one of the platoons with a rubbed voice, but there the earlier spiderman ran over and shook up his machete as he drew his wounded body.

Where everyone in the platoon was about to curse and scream their own indiscretion, a voice hung from the rear reached their ears and followed the instructions reflexively without understanding the translation.

"Explode, flash, flash."

As soon as those words reached the ears of those in the platoon, a single arrow pierced the upper body of the spiderman who had lost the half that was looming in front of him.

Dopaan!!

A huge burst sounded at close range, the spiderman's upper body bouncing off in front of him, and after the giant spider on his lower body kept going two or three steps forward, he fell and lay down on the spot to cramp.

As such, the leftovers become a drooling black liquid spitting smoke and collapse.

While the platoons still shook their tinnitus heads and praised their faces, they looked back and looked to those who would have called earlier.

There stood a single elf man with a bow in his grand work, and the soldiers bowed their heads small at him as a thank-you, exhaling relief at the figure.

Cutting off such an attack on him, a simultaneous attack began by those with bows in the Elf platoon.

If you are a human archer, one arrow after another flies through a suspicious flight distance, passing over the head of the troops ahead and poking at the spiderman ahead.

At the same time, similar bursts sound everywhere earlier, and the battlefield starts to noise all at once.

This move, which is unleashed by the Elves with the magic of the Spirit on the arrows they unleash, was knitted to shoot large warcraft and other things from among the distant trees in the depressed Canadian Great Forest and to inflict definite wounds.

Its power is quite powerful, and if you are a person, it shows a power that makes your torso and lower body fly a thousand cuts in a single blow.

Such a special arrow is unleashed one after the other against the Spider-Man.

It was proposed that the Elves, who had many aggressive moves in prior consultation, and the Blade Heart (Jinsin), who did not allow follow-ups due to their high physical abilities and the variety of melee attacks, should focus on eliminating the Spiders, the core power of the opponent, and that the soldiers of the other large number of people should sweep around the most undead (undead) soldiers, with each representative agreeing that it was the most certain.

As their powerful attack eliminates the threatened Spider-Man, the entire platoon of the people under their protection moves forward to ensure that they handle the immortal (undead) soldiers that are coming at them in pieces.

In that context, the Royal Rhoden Army, led by Prince Sect, operated the troops in a way that linked multiple platoons, unlike those of other peoples.

When an avant-garde soldier sets up a large shield, and it forms a wall in a row, and pushes down the immortal (undead) soldiers who storm it, the soldiers of the rear guard destroy the head of each other's helmet with a long heavy gavel and proceed.

The forward velocity is a slow one, but behind them only remains the remains of equipment of the immortal (undead), all ashed, from which the rear-positioned elf archers have become a safety zone, creating a circulation that eliminates the forward spiders one after the other.

The only reason this unit could be operated was probably because the immortal giant (the undead giant) had not yet reached its range, and a command unit centred around Prince Sect had been placed in the rear to identify it.

Every time they blow their trumpets, they show a dominant movement and handle their enemies lightly. It also roars the Blanier Border Uncle, and the Elves and others who don't usually engage in mass combat have such a rare gaze and interest in their combat actions.

And the leadership under the command of Uncle Blanier contrasts the operations of Prince Sect's unit with each of the platoons with platoon leaders he grew out of hand over the years acting with precise instructions on the spot and sometimes immediately cooperating with nearby platoons.

Zahar, on the other hand, entrusted with the command of the Northern Royal Army, and his aides, Nina and others, are still inexperienced in the operation of large units, so the movements are distinctly different from platoon to platoon, with no cohesion overall.

Still, the figure of Zahar, who inspires and leads the soldiers by wielding his own weapons on the front lines, raises the morale of the soldiers, who are from the same civilian population, in no way a bad move.

Together, only about 10,000 Allied troops are now able to fight well because the density of the immortal (undead) armies has decreased as a result of the massive attacks of the two Dragon Kings (Dragon Road), Felfivislotte, and Williamsphim.

And whoever further reduces its density goes through the front line.

"[Thunderstorm Heavy Rain (Lightning Damper)]!!"

It is an arc wrapped in silver full-body armor that stands out, even on a confused battlefield, as it rushes into the middle of the enemy's throat and lets thunderbolts rain around it to bury the surrounding stars.

Transfer one enemy after the other, unleash a powerful Range Magic Attack on the spot to repeat the move further.

"[Whirlwind Invitation (Bling Warwind)]!!"

The magic unleashed by Ark caused a storm around the area, causing lightweight immortal (undead) soldiers to rise to the sky one after the other, and eventually a subsequent force stabbed a stop at them as they were beaten to the ground.

The hindsight of that arc, which has a series of great magic and shows no fatigue whatsoever, must feel like you are witnessing the hero himself who, if he is on your side, is truly in myth.

The warriors of the Elves, who watched them fight well against the Dragon King (Dragon Road) in the arena, inspired their own morale by simultaneously raising their voices to the work of Ark, which fully met their prior expectations.

With his eyes chasing the back of such an arc, Arian buries four or five immortal (undead) soldiers at once with a flash of sword that was imminent in his own time, rebuilding his sword and looking forward.

"You can't just make Ark look good!

That being said, she tried to put her temper into the words she uttered herself, and laughed with an invincible grin on the edge of her mouth as she removed a barrel of tools from her waist with the opposite hand with the sword.

"- Hear my voice, O Spirit of Fire, and shew before me his might."

The words Ariane spins help to wrap around the sword she wields and become entangled, from which a juicy flame erupts that emits light.

There, when she cut the cylindrical tool she had in her hand into two pieces on the blade of the sword, the fine particles reflecting the light of the flame fell from the inside, and the wrapping flames of the sword became enlarged so that the flames would ignite them, burning up as if the flames were pounding heaven.

Show the disbelievers the fire of sin and the way of salvation, the way of return to reason.

When Arian holds the pattern of the sword with both hands and sets it up as it is raised in heaven, the great flame that pokes heaven stands to emit its own light, and at the same time she waves the sword down from the great upper section.

The sight is as if a great pillar of flame were swung straight down.

Many immortals (undead) who were attacking her forward were swallowed by its flaming pillars, and those light-borne flames burned and spread one after the other to the surrounding immortals (undead).

When the immortals (undead) caught in the flames were burned, turned into ashes, and swept up high in the sky by a storm swirling on the battlefield, only the flames that burned the field remained there.

After that blow, which Arian waved, before her eyes was drawing a splendid crown on the earth, as if a fan-shaped flaming tree stretched its branches.

"I won't spare you today! You have a luxurious license to use the Catalyst Demon Stone Fuel (Manafio), so you can't beat Arc!

When she said that and smiled at her mouth, she again removed the same cylindrical object from the tool bag she had equipped at her waist.

What Arian has in his possession is a container enclosed with Demon Stone Fuel (Manafio), which is originally used as a substitute for demonic props, but some Elf warriors were able to treat it as a magic aid in activating their own spiritual magic.

As a result, basic spiritual magic, which is activated only with its own magic, can be activated by compensating for magic with Demon Stone Fuel (Manafio), which reduces the consumption of magic far more than usual.

Rationally, it's a simple story, but not among the warriors of the Elves if they become those who do it in action, on top of the fact that dealing with it requires a considerable sense of skill or nature.

Ariane saw her sister Ibin do this move flatly, and sometimes she was saddened by her lack of talent in trying to master it as well, but nothing happened - that Ibin was just out of standard and Ariane was a pretty good warrior.

From the other elf warriors who were around in the evidence, there is perhaps respect and awe in the gaze directed at her.

Seeing Arian's back, which is close to the youngest of the warriors gathered on this battlefield, the other warriors beat the immortals (undead) in front of them one after the other, as they were impressed by it.