Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

I looked up.

Two men, looking at the sky, were wearing silk clothes and looking down.

Humans float slowly in the air.

‘Magic. Buy? ’

However, the appearance of the two men was so young that they could not be seen as having studied malice over many years.

Twenty-five would be a good age.

The two are quite in contrast.

One is not a wizard, but a very broad shouldered and well-balanced figure that would be good for a knight.

You hang your staff at his waist like a knife.

On the left, the other one.

He also had white skin and long hair that was dark and glossy.

It is that of a young man, who clearly has the highest point of physical vigor.

But there was a clear contrast.

The man on the left was in a twisted and crooked posture, as was reflected in the spirit of the ‘made pat’, while having the best clean body.

All I could say was that he was handsome, but when I looked at the shadows and twists on his face, I was a human who emitted an atmosphere that I didn't want to say a word to.

The short-haired man looks down with contemptuous eyes.

“I can't believe an arrow hit me.

What a pathetic, pathetic name for a wizard. ”

“Kick, keek, keek, keek.

The man with the long hair who deformed his beautiful figure was smiling, looking down at the battlefield.

I was sleepy, actually, and the expression was appropriate.

I may have to take that pose because the soul is drowsy.

Jubbuck.

It sounded like it was in everyone's ears.

Walks through the air as if walking on solid plains.

It is unnatural to float in the air without wings.

I've heard from Isaac.

Flight is extremely horsepower.

It's more efficient than picking up a shield and putting on a force shield.

It is against the notions of the world, and it is rare for someone to bear that much magical power.

There was a lot of research going on at the dawn.

Even the Osnove of Magical Implementation (Osnov) has not been established to borrow its convenience and form.

Simply the capacity of a pure individual.

It is like casting the maximum amount of flame magic that can burn dozens of people every second.

Of course, the Allied forces did not know.

They felt as if two young men in the air had arrived later than their comrades.

Allied troop officers everywhere did not fear the two wizards that were floating in the air.

It was an absurd exchange rate, but I just blew his head off and killed dozens of wizards from Azura with arrows.

This is just a small repetition. I thought so.

“Stragglers! Fire! ”

The officers have ordered a single shot into the air without hesitation.

“Your friends are dead! Kill those stragglers! ”

I thought the instructions were wrong. But I didn't know what to say.

Of course, we're not even close enough to the Allied Headquarters to deliver instructions.

Tuck!

Tittituck!

Tititic.!

Thousands of arrows cover the air with the sound of protests in unison.

A myriad of arrowheads drop down toward the front, where no bird can escape.

The sun has gone down for a while.

At that time, a clear wind overwhelmed me with a strange frenzy.

It felt like the medium of soft air was completely changing.

“Go crazy.”

The man with the exact shoulder swings his long staff around his waist.

Paaaaaaaah!

The wind waves turn the black arrowheads of the sky upside down.

Thousands of arrows forced his head

You flip over and spill towards the allied forces.

“Hey, what's going on?! ”

“Shield! Shield! ”

“Shields up! ”

Tuturtuck!

The arrowhead caught by only one man lures the army away.

Thousands of arrows pierced through the shield or pierced the back of an exposed foot.

The thin shield also penetrated.

Above all, an army without a large shield to cover the entire body instantly pierces the neck and pierces the heart.

By itself, a wind with no lethal force caused thousands of casualties in just one minute. I stared at the absurd sight that had happened before my eyes.

“You rude buggers. I sent them to try it on their own. I stared at the absurd sight that had happened before my eyes.

“You rude buggers. I sent them to try it on their own, and they couldn't kill 20,000 people, so it's over. If you call yourself a Wizard, at least a thousand Elite Soldiers must be dealt with. ”

“Huh-huh-huh. But more of my tower boys survived. ”

“Proud of raising things you can't afford. ”

“Raising them. They're just errands. Besides, the Wizard's fundamentals are brilliant, right? Isn't that obvious? ”

“Shut up and let's get started. ”

The conversations so far have been captured by the ‘detection’ skills that have been practiced to the best of their ability.

100,000 humans are prepared to hear nothing.

Stop moaning and concentrate!

I wonder if it's a voice amplifier spell.

No, it's a higher trick than that.

I feel like I'm speaking intelligently from the ears of one person, and I feel like I'm reaching my ears very clearly.

Keeps the breath giggling alive, maximizing the listener's unpleasantness.

Front and back! Mass self-harm from your valued colleagues in life and death! Thanks to everyone's support, we sold out 100,000 votes early!

No one has figured out the wizard's intentions yet.

But humans with good instincts were already flawed.

Surprisingly, just like that bold mantra, the magic surrounding it was changing with every word spit.

It may be that we can pass through the "executable" as spiritual beings and make it up as we please.

The particles making up the air, the medium, are shaken.

Hell of a pain you've never experienced in your life! Take a deep breath, take a drink!

Yippee yippee!

A gust strong enough to provoke the bodies of heavily armed soldiers with shields, armor, and blades.

Depending on it, the white powder of small particles began to spread invisible.

A myriad of white powders differentiated, differentiated and first covered ranges.

About 2,000.

Among them were those who breathed on the orders of a recklessly dishonest black-haired man.

Some clever people held their breath because of the refusal, or they quickly closed their mouths with a towel because they were wary of strange powder.

But the results were the same.

“Shhhhh!”

Everyone screams and swells as if their throats were ripped.

Two thousand potential humans, all in one.

I scratched my skin with my knife.

I stabbed an exposed muscle.

Several times, I slapped my bones and grabbed them with my bare hands.

He breaks himself apart from the soft parts.

It is a struggle to get rid of all kinds of pain in the body, even for a moment.

Woodpeck!

The irons in charge of the coalition victory, even their dreadfully thick armor, were frenzied to prevent white powder from touching the inside.

I started to panic.

Humans trapped in steel machines that lightly jumped thousands of kilograms were shattered and guts exploded and spurted all around.

I don't know what I'm seeing, hearing or feeling

What pain is suffered by those who cut their scalp with a blade and apply the skin on their arms and legs?

It's a horrible feeling, going to the end of hell, I'm sure of it.

White powder flying close to the ice.

I went into the armor that was pierced by the trumpet, but it had no effect on me, of course.

I've been avoiding it so much, it's ridiculous.

However, the effect on the crowd is absolute.

One application.

With it, 2,000, 4,000, eventually 10,000 died.

Floating in the sky, the murderer was having a joyful look, whether he admired the great work of the experiment or not.

— Hahahaha! Majestic group suicide! It's not the same scale as releasing them to small towns!

I can hear laughter in the ears of people who glow in white powder that has seeped into their eyes, ears, and nose.

However, without the care of a handful of such fanatics, the Allied forces were suffering from a tiresome bite of every nerve.

• Should I leave about half?

If everyone dies here, it's a group effort. Then why not? The Empire strictly forbids storms. Hahahaha!

Since when do you care about the law?

What! I don't want to protect you, but I want to protect you down there!

Seems like you've had too much fun out here, Elland, the Tower of Innocence. If it's so good, maybe instead of being stuck in a tower, you should have sent him to the capital in the first place.

Why didn't you come out?

Hahaha, wrong. You can't do this kind of experiment in the capital, can you? I never knew war could be so much fun.

Disgusting boldness to share without breaking the voice transfer spell.

Another class of preliminary sadism, aimed at soldiers in areas where white powder has not spread.

The man who defied the frightened soldiers had another sack in his waist.

You solved one.

Unfortunately, we didn't have enough sheep, but this time we have quite enough! This is Iscariot, a frenzied spore that Elland, the Innocent Tower, has been researching for 20 years! Tear your nerves to shreds!

Whoo-hoo!

A gust of white powder flew through the air.

I looked them up.

The distance from the ground is about 50 meters.

You can't just run around swinging knives.

It appears to be floating in the air all the time, but lacks strength at all.

The arrow is null and void, not to mention.

It is not possible to shield the entire range of white powder that spreads in ridiculous ranges.

If you breathe, you will be forced to take it.

Among the 110,000 soldiers, close to 30,000 humans are already dead or dying mad.

The potential has already been destroyed.

I'm not sure I can make it.

Do we have to run away with our bodies hidden?

Or maybe we should help the Alliance wipe out time and again.

But how?

They don't reach for wizards that float 50 metres above the ground.

“Fig. Run! Run! ”

No matter how strong the opposing Pokémon is, at least if it touches the ground, it can charge recklessly.

If you succeed in shackled your senses for the rest of your life, you will find yourself in a pile of rocks and scrap.

You can try to charge.

But their enemies are in the sky. It is impossible to even charge to kill a brave self. Being killed, being struck and broken is entirely up to the enemy.

“Run. Run. Hit it.

No officer could blame the soldier who said that.

Rather, their enemies, who are stumbling across the sky, giggled at the 80,000 remaining soldiers.

Hey! What a waste!

It's time to start, my little guests. So, here's your next gift! Triple this time!

A faint white powder mixed with a strong gust.

The Wizard is being looted from the sack in his hand and is spreading.

“Retreat! Retreat! ”

The Allied forces flee as they trample on each other.

But none of the soldiers could outrun the wind.