Summoned Slaughterer

Standing tall, one, two, and three waited for the soldiers of Vichy, who approached him in the form of a cloak on the road.

Even if you say you've sealed off the side roads, this is the main street of the city, eight meters wide is easy, and it's not bitter to go around if you're just one opponent.

Still, one, two, three, stand in the middle of the road.

The gaze looks forward without looking at anyone, but it just shows the sight in front of me in the eyes.

Happy, one, two, three were feeling.

There are so many enemies. I have a lot of people to kill. Such a sight, such happiness, I'm sure I would never have experienced in my life if I had been in Japan.

To the gushing joy, one sword waved up with a smile, slashing it down with lightning speed and leafy lightness.

"... Huh?

The soldier, who jumped with the intent that he was the spear, did not know for a moment what had happened, but a few moments later he was to sink into a sea of blood. He had the first half of his face cut off from his forehead.

From then on, it was a wind-cut sound and a screaming turnaround.

The cutting-edge, wielded only a few centimeters at a time against one person, precisely takes his life.

Break your throat.

Pierce your eyes.

Break the artery from where there is no armor, such as the sides/legs.

There is no sound of a knife striking a bone or armor.

It hurts the flesh at all angles, like work but like art.

"Turn around! Siege and attack!

To the exasperated voice from the captain, the soldiers, as if they had just noticed, slay from behind through both sides of one, two, three.

Still, you can't hurt one, two, three.

The sword cuts the sky and Mace slaps the ground vainly.

"How can you avoid it!

"Damn it, hit me!

"Oh, I don't want to die. No..."

"Chi, I can't stop bleeding..."

Those who are about to be slaughtered invincibly, those who have become corpses, and those who will soon become corpses, spread all the way around one, two, three.

The red-stained area may be beautiful, depending on how you look at it.

"Hey, shoot the arrow"

"What?"

"I'm telling you to shoot an arrow at that monster!

When the sudden instructions did not swallow well and the deputy asked back, the captain yelled furiously.

"But if you shoot now, it will surely damage your allies"

"I don't mind. If we don't do something about that, the damage will only increase!

"... ok"

The deputy, who responded briefly to the frustrating captain, gave instructions to the soldiers with nearby bows and arrows as he apologized in his heart.

It may have been because of their mood that the arrows released were sparse.

Without seeing the consequences, the captain gives orders to the remaining soldiers.

The aim is to destroy the structure blocking the surrounding side roads and bypass the building to further thicken the attack from the rear of the enemy.

About 100 people quickly worked on removing the structure.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't handle all this."

Ordered to shoot more arrows, and convinced of the victory, the captain snarls his nose.

The first rain of arrows that came down was clearly visible in the eyes of one, two, three.

"That's a small number. I don't think so."

An arrow passed to blur both sides of one, two, three that only moved one step, and that was it.

Several Vichy soldiers are smothered by arrows around them.

Give a stop to the guy who seems to be able to move, and leave the guy who looks like he's been fatally injured alone.

When I slashed and killed the head of the man who fell with an arrow on his shoulder, it looked like one, two, three around the captain-like man on the horse, Vichy soldiers would start trying to unseal the blockade on the side roads.

"Have you finally started?"

Then, for a while, as usual, he sank one Vichy soldier after another who let the numbers say things and push him over, breaking several blockades and confirming that about 100 enemy soldiers had entered the sidewalk, and one, two, three laughed niggardly.

"This is where we're really gonna kill each other, right? Give me a break!

Flash.

That Vichy soldier also stopped on his feet in the figure of one, two, three, who slaughtered together five soldiers who were surrounding him.

After bathing in returning blood, he slowly nabbed the blood wet knife as it descended as he wiped it with a few pieces of cardboard wrapped together.

"First, let's do a little cleaning"

At once darkness covers the ground to the same width as the road around one, two, three. One, two, three. Storage by dark magic.

Suddenly, Vichy soldiers frightened by the magic activated without chanting, but the storage magic can't let creatures in.

In the middle of the darkness, one, two, three stood, and many bodies that had fallen around disappeared.

It's neat as if there wasn't a fight or something.

"Well, from now on, I'll go get your general's neck. Good luck stopping it and showing it to you, huh?

Soon, the knife disappears from the waist of one, two, three, and instead a metal rod of about 130 cm is gripped.

"It's the first time I've used a new item in action. You don't have to die easy, do you?

There may have been a few people who thought on such occasions that they would resent you if you were killed, whether it was easy or not, but one, two, three would be crushed in the face and head with a swinging stick, and just like earlier, they would die one after the other.

What's different from earlier is that one, two, three are going on and on while killing Vichy soldiers.

"Sort of, build a wall tighter. Hold on to your sword...... oh?

The rain of arrows strikes again one, two, three.

When one, two, three, who quickly regained the stick, twisted the grip, the chain with the copper fraction stretched out of the stick.

There are much more arrows attacking all allies than there were earlier.

I swung the chain and paid the arrows, and heard screams from a little further away in the ears of Gungun and one, two, three approaching the captain.

The wood used for the blockade was only easily fixed, so if a few of us kicked it in, it could collapse to a height that could quickly be crossed.

The soldiers, separated in several places, break into the alley one after the other.

The first thing that caught on to it was this was the first war a young man ever had.

The feet that tried to rush out were buried without standing on the ground and torn apart by sharp iron scraps and wooden piles planted inside.

The young man, who fell without even being able to scream, died with even more scratches all over his body and holes all over his body with his succession falling on top.

It was another soldier folded over the young man who screamed.

The spicy trap was in all the alleys where the soldiers stepped in, one by one hurting and increasing the number of men rolling around.

Even if you cut the numbness and step into another street, you will be dropped into a hole even more similar or deeper.

If that's all it takes, a dozen people may have just died, but one, two, three let them create a trap, not an attack, but to stop them.

It was the wooden spears that flew in one after the other to the soldiers whose feet were stopped inside and outside the trap.

Spears struck in a straight line rather than in a mountain pierce each and every one of them precisely.

One, two, three, the leadership will use the newly developed spear thrower to eject and shoot the face out of the shadow of the building behind the alley.

There are not many units yet, so the empty hand will follow them with bows and arrows.

Vichy soldiers are reduced in number as they are calmly sniped from afar where they cannot move in narrow alleys and look in several alleys.

The captain was only able to wolf on horseback at the words of the decree rushing from all over and at the looming one, two, three from the front.

The lieutenant does not wait for the judgment above, lets the soldiers pull from the alley and gives instructions to hit the man in the front, but he can't even predict how long it will take for the troops that have fallen too apart towards each alley to assemble.

Even while doing so, a man with a strange weapon that combines sticks and chains comes packing his distance while killing soldiers one after another.

"Not like this..."

The deputy thinks he should withdraw and sees the captain as chilling.

Can this man, driven by his greed for birth, make that decision? If it were a loss, the path to prosperity would have been closed. But he dies like this. Shouldn't we be forced to pull back here, even if it's against orders? The deputy was lost.

The unusual weapon that 123 was wielding was a type of cane used in one of Japan's old-fashioned martial arts, called the Rikki (Chigiri). Originally made of wood, it has been changed to iron because it did not have the wood to withstand the beating power of one, two, three.

This weapon, which is also written as a milk cutting tree because it uses a cane the length to the chest, is a Japanese-style chain-flail-like weapon that can be chained or stored at the tip of a stick, and has a copper cut for beating.

It is a weapon of strong habit, not very major because it is difficult to handle, but if the flexibility of the chain goes hand in hand with cane technique and can be used, it can attack the phantom itself.

The heart stopped when the soldier whose throat had been crushed at the tip of the stick was further stepped on his chest and the soldier, beaten with a split copper, was further smashed in the head where his jaw broke and he wept and knelt.

Stepping over a soldier who, in a sense, exposes himself to a more brutal death than a blade, one, two, three jumps even faster and into the gathering of soldiers.

The massacre is not over yet.

"Captain, let's pull this off."

"To just one...... can you say I lost to just one!

The deputy sighed when he saw the captain scolding the soldier and calling for that man to be picked up at all costs.

Gently distancing himself from the captain, he speaks to those around him and secretly leaves the city of Rhone. I hadn't noticed the excited captain, but I watched about 30 people retreat in one, two, three.

I can make a gap there.

One, two, three slipped through the sides of the soldiers around the captain who suddenly became thin.

"What? No!?

The captain, who hadn't even pulled out his sword over this period, is unresponsive. Now I realize I'm idle around me, but it's a later festival.

"Die."

He slapped just one word, and one, two, three dragged him down with chains wrapped around the captain's neck on the horse.

One, two, three fingers were stuck in the captain's eyes when he was slammed on the street and soiled, desperately trying to resist.

When one, two, three waved their arms, the captain's neck twisted in a ridiculous direction.

The captain is quickly killed and the soldiers are starting to retreat without anyone, completely out of their will.

Your Admiral is dead.

Throw away the untold captain's body.

"If you want to run, you're on your way, right? You should run back desperately and tell them what happened in this city. I hope you believe me."

Seeing the faces of one, two, and three smiling nitwits, the Vichy soldiers fled to scatter the spider child.

Weapons are thrown away, as are the bodies of their comrades and their wounded and immobile companions.

One, two, three slowly kills the wounded left behind, causing the lead soldiers to clean up the body and bury the trap back.

In response to the recruitment in Focalor, some of the newly entered as lead soldiers are vomiting or fluttering, but those who have fought with one, two or three since the beginning have served in a flat clean up. Some even seem to be laughing that thanks to the lord it was easier this time.

Oliga and Alyssa give instructions to the soldiers and then rush towards one, two, three.

Seeing himself, he grinned bitterly that he would bathe in the water. One, two, three, took a deep breath and threw the tree into the dark magic storage.

Smells like blood. The boulevard is about to sunset.

One, two, three hundred of their leaders defeated hundreds of enemy soldiers. Rumors spread between them in the Wang capital about three days later, and “The Knight of the Fine Sword” fussed that they had done it again in taverns everywhere.

On the sidelines of such a hustle and bustle, Karsha, who was rewarded in the guild, was alone, walking the path of the night.

I was going to convince him to leave, and even though he had just resumed his activities as an adventurer, he could afford too much money. I already hated killing people, and in order to enjoy the freedom I was no longer a slave, I tried to go to a reputable store and buy a new sword.

Still, I can't help but miss the fact that I don't have an oliga next door at the usual time.

Though I rarely recall things as strange as I am, when I remember things about Origa, at the end of the day, only my face comes to my attention when one, two, three, orders me to kill people for revenge.

Return to the inn room and point the magic fixture of the light that you gave way from one, two, three.

In a small single room illuminated by soft lights, when you fall into bed, loneliness grows.

"I'm not a maiden in love..."

I don't feel comfortable telling myself.

Hey, should I have made the wrong choice and stayed with Origa or one, two, three? Or maybe I should have brought Oliga, even if I couldn't.

I can hear you knocking on the door where you have something very similar to the regret of glueing around your head.

"... who?

Attract the sword you were erecting and ask briefly.

Back home was the voice of a woman I'd heard.

"It's Pajo. I need to talk to you for a second."

"? How did this happen?

Pajo laughs elegantly at Kasha's question, which brings in a hospitable and acquaintance.

"That's about it, we'll find out as soon as we find out. This is still the Knights that protect this city."

"That's a big deal. So, what can I do for you?

It's a room with no chairs, so the two of them sitting next to each other in bed talk without even looking at each other.

"From the royal castle, I have a request for you."

"From the castle? What are you gonna let a freshly returned adventurer do?

Karsha laughed when it came to making a request to the guild that it would be much better (...), but Pajo's face wouldn't break her thin grin.

"Because this is the only thing you can do."

Give it a beat, Pajo says to chew it slowly.

"I'd like to ask you to keep an eye on Mr. Twenty-Three."

Kasha can't say anything, she just has to see Pajo. There should have been a smile on his face, and a cold glow swayed in his thin golden eyes looking straight at Kasha.