Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Here.

Isaac began to take me around the moonlight.

And I quickly found the markings, like an altar I had made from the beginning.

The place he pointed to was never empty.

All I have to do is go to the place Isaac told me about the hidden markings.

It was engraved tightly.

“How do you read all this? ”

< I am somewhat like that. Next. >

Splash!

You dig into the ground, and then you go under the cold river.

On the river floor coming down the mountain path, there was a stone engraved with a symbol.

I scraped off what Isaac said and engraved another symbol.

The river continued to flow as if it didn't care what was engraved on the floor.

After several iterations, Isaac nods.

< That's enough.

“Is it over already? ”

Of course, just because it ends early doesn't mean you have any complaints.

But the fact that you carve these massive areas, these markings, into an altar in Malphas, is rare.

I just couldn't reach it.

< Why, can't we make things easier?

Isaac plucks his beak.

< This world should be as comfortable as possible. I explained it all before. You just have to change your name. It took the Pursons months to carve it up, but it's polite to use it as much as possible.

“I see.”

< Just stay hidden.

By the way.

Purson's followers inside T&T, who built this altar, wondered what would happen now.

According to Isaac, T&T was already ruined two years ago.

Since the followers of Purson apparently supported the war, they may not have been subjected to imperial subjugation apart from the Nannau Clan.

You could carve an altar this big if you were still alive.

I remember the first time I met Lena, the people who overwhelmed me.

What if we meet again?

Slime, one of them, has already won once.

Now that I'm stronger than ever, I might be able to escape with Lena even under the same circumstances.

Of course.

Lena is already dead.

The shallow summer river continued to fade without any silence.

The Pursons may suddenly appear and question your responsibility for destroying the altar.

But I didn't really care if the overwhelming concern about Rubia overwhelmed me.

You show up, you fight and you kill. Rather, I wanted to experiment on how much I've grown.

There were no Purson followers who came to question the responsibility of destroying the altar.

He was busy building an altar somewhere else.

I had a quiet time.

< Hey, why aren't you so interested in the altar? Any questions about the Demon King? What are you so eager for?

Isaac keeps poking me.

“who was involved in saving Rubia.

Is it work? ”

< Everything in the world is related, right? As long as they can listen to my teachings, there are tons of people who will give their bodies and minds. I need you to react to me.

“I'd appreciate it if you'd teach me. ”

< This is completely.

Isaac's whining, and he's pouring his knowledge on me.

I surrender.

< Rotation.

He even taught me about what I need to know as a commander.

“You won't run an army anyway. Besides, isn't turning upside down by beings like wizards and swordsmen all at once? There's no need for tactics. ”

Kick!

Isaac has a strong beak and shin.

I pinched it.

< Stupid sounds. There is only one in a million people who can affect the whole world by their own volition.

That's the sum of all the wizards in Azura. Nine halves of the war is happening without them.

“… indeed. ”

I decided to listen to the lecture.

It was after three days.

Knng. Knng. Bang, bang.

You hear the sound of a machine trampling through a moist summer field.

The fog was dull, but I could feel the size of the machine and the direction it was moving.

— Bang.

An upright walking machine, about ten feet tall, is confidently located on the highest hill in the vicinity.

There was no fog in the area alone.

Down below, a hundred to 200 troops were stationed along rivers and small forests.

A total of 2,000.

I looked up at the hill and said,

“Those. Are they iron? ”

< Yes, they are the strongest in the battlefield. Without your intervention.

Minor differences will give the Alliance a reason to win.

You move closer to the hill to observe the machines.

Combined Open Group.

Humanoid machines, about three to four meters tall, were warming up with a loud thump.

The ‘Iron Man’ I saw up close felt more like a kind of giant armor than a golem or a machine doll.

We didn't know how to control it, but the movement of fingers, legs, and arms

It was very similar to that of man.

The presence of the pilot inside feels very vivid.

Weeing.

The mechanical humans of heat moved quite quickly and gently, despite their enormous size.

At least thirty centimeters was truly surprisingly efficient when it came to the thick armor that looked like it.

You don't have to walk on two legs, you don't have to slide on wheels underfoot.

It seemed possible to move.

< Tsk, tsk. There is no progress.

He looks at the lightly relaxing machines and says, "Isaac is pathetic."

Advancement?

< Madodology and Engineering also degraded. All that crap, all that power, all that crap.

Excellent use.

< The things inside are actually more problematic. He can only fly like that when he's on board.

It seems to be moving quite naturally, but Isaac continues to complain.

I imagined myself holding a sword against those in front of me.

Once, the armor itself was very thick.

It's nothing compared to a knight's Full Plate Armor.

Thirty centimeters on average.

It looks at least a hundred to 200 times thick.

I feel like I'm going to die from the weight of that thing.

I don't think I can cut it easily.

I've never seen them fight on the battlefield.

If knights in full plates on horseback were a disaster to skeleton soldiers like me, this would be a disaster to those knights.

“Colonel! Can't you see the fog?" ”

Iron man, who was about a meter taller than the others, cried out.

A voice with a mixture of iron rings out loud.

< That's the voice vibration plate.

Isaac raises his beak and points to the chest of the Iron Man.

< You're wearing something really nasty.

The iron man next to me replies.

“That's true. But I think the fog will also reduce the power of the enemy Knights much less. We have ten iron men of the highest technology, so if we go into a turbulent war, we have an overwhelming victory. ”

“Colonel! Blaming you for having caught the weather ahead of time! She knows all that basic knowledge. ”

< Play well. Leave it alone for now. Gather 'em up and wipe' em out while we fight.

You leave your coalition commander alone and come down.

Isaac speaks.

< I will clear the alliance below and draw a picture surrounding them with elite Imperial troops.

< You can just follow me. I'm just letting you know.

You continue to move along the fog.

If you use the maximum amount of stealth, you won't see it even during the day.

I didn't even have to say it with my body hidden in the fog.

I looked closely at the armed soldiers with spears, shields, and longswords on their waists.

Detailed number captured.

< When was this 160 people? You're not thinking straight.

Isaac grunts.

Literally 160 men in one unit.

I looked into the fog, one by one.

I was checking the heat to make sure I had basic training and that my supplies weren't too bad.

Are you nervous?

Well, I don't know.

< Among them, there will only be one or two who can take one of your swords.

I'm not that nervous.

Strangely, I felt something contrary to my memory.

Ten years of war will end with the victory of the Empire.

But here, on the border between the Empire and the United Nations, it is quite the point of entry towards the Empire.

Larvae.

Ghosts.

I didn't quite understand the imperial power of grim and dense war preparations from various angles.

You walk past the crowded soldiers once more.

There were many faces of fatigue, and some people were filled with fear of wanting to run away immediately.

But in the end, he will roll his spear forward, be trampled on by his hoof, and still not be able to run away.

It is because he is trapped in a white dense formation, front and back.

All sorts of extraordinary personalities are gone. Becomes a cog that has to go back somehow.

I've seen strange faces beyond the fog.

I turned away instead of looking inside. You walk north toward the moonlight zone, where you hear the hooves.

The sound of the horseshoe, which was heard rapidly, slows as it enters the fog area.

The number of cavalry appeared to be about 300.

The number of infantry that follows is about a thousand.

Half of the Allied infantry.

It's slowing down.

< must. >

Isaac speaks to me as I feel the presence of the approaching cavalry.

< The fog does not necessarily mean that the cavalry is disadvantageous. Especially when a commander is like me.

I thought I'd be proud of it again, but I didn't have anything else to do right now, so I listened appropriately.

Like you.?

< Commander who memorizes the entire terrain and perfectly predicts the movements of the enemy infantry. The opponent can unleash an unprecedented lateral attack and an infinite amount of rear assault.

I ignored Isaac.

I focused more on the approaching cavalry.

You know, it's not like you can make dirt in the fog with different faces.

One man and one horse at a time.

I looked into the faces of the humans I was going to kill.

The man with the looser expression mutters that he wants to drink alcohol with a thirsty expression.

The man next to him said he wanted to take a bath.

The man whose helmet is flattened, poof, sighs.

As I got closer, I saw dry skin.

Either you want to kill an enemy,

It was surprisingly rare for humans to say that they wanted to enjoy glory.

The infantry that followed was even more so.

The most obvious and universal reading was fatigue.

The marching soldiers resemble a lump of dirt that is crushed and crushed on their feet.

Observed them by their side with their best stealth skills.

Every thought and emotion was thrown at me.

I killed them all today.

Integrates life records into me.

These humans are all just one game to me.

It is a massive ‘EXP’ offering that appears from a blue spear in the air.

Dagdac. Dagdac.

Hiding in the mist, you follow the side of the Imperial Cavalry.

I didn't hear footsteps, and no one noticed me.

“Divide by 40 points into seven. Scout the enemy camp.

The commander gives the order.

< This is going to get boring. We still need to minimize exposure. Jump in at least half of them after they're dead. Safety first. An hour later.

Isaac's words are somewhat difficult to reach.

I am familiar with the battlefield where I walk among the Imperial Army.

An hour.

I'm just gonna sit there and wait.

I didn't want to.

I can feel the archers approaching to the right.

70 meters.

60—.

Fifty.

‘Gale.’

‘Double casting‘ storm.,

Whoo-hoo!

“What, what? ”

“What a sudden gust.! ”

“Fog lifted! ”

More than half of the fog has disappeared between the Allied Archers on the right and Empire Cavalries.

Enemies look clear and clear.

Phoebibibibbit!

Numerous arrows fly towards the right side of the cavalry.

An arrow that shoots into a panic halfway across the open enemy.

Not many effective hits.

< You bastard.!

Isaac is embarrassed to see what I've done.

“Deo, charge! This is our chance!”

The situation is not slow.

The cavalry commander flinches and gives the assault order.

Voodoo Voodoo!

The cavalry was just about to split apart and rushed toward the archers preparing for a second shot.

But you didn't just do something nice for the Imperial Army.

To the left of the archery and to the right.

“Protect the archers! ”

The four spearmen who were staring into the fog were shifting sideways towards the bulk of the dense formation.

Voodoo!

I rode the horse after killing a last Imperial cavalry.

< Hey, you bastard!

Follow me if you will.

This is the altar.

I decided to start the first sacrifice a little early.