Summoned Slaughterer

He leans through the residential area with his knife firmly on his hips as he progresses through the city, twisting the dimension removed from his nostrils over his hand.

From the museum, through the shopping area and the residential area, there is a factory (this way) area where artisans gather. Dwarves called in by one, two, three also work to create the goods requested by one, two, three in the workplace prepared for this area, or to create equipment for defense throughout the city.

A peek at the workplace as we headed to the slam focused on Pulflas, building a spear thrower and a trolley, plus a rail for trolleys.

In the corners of the factory, finished ones line up sloppily.

One, two, three, who entered the factory with a gentle hand up and greeting, said it was good to count the number of projectiles and then stop producing non-expendable parts to the pull flass.

"You're stopping the weapon from creating one? A powerful weapon that can be used against anyone like this can defeat a lot of enemies if you have a lot of them?

"If it could be used by anyone, it wouldn't have to be used by soldiers either. I made sure it was okay if we weren't here to protect the city. Only the number of cramps will suffice."

"Don't you grab the lord?

"Say stupid. If you don't kill with your own hands, there won't be any point in fighting. If you just win, Vichy's gone."

Pulfras shut up about what one, two, three would say with a very serious look. There have been many kings and nobles in the past who want to wage war to expand their territory, but this is the first time a madman has waged war to kill people.

"The next battlefield is going to be traveling with Rhone, Alosale and Focarol. Build more and more rails and lay more and more for Rhone."

"Okay. Change staffing. Hopefully, we'll get more manpower..."

"Then tell Oliga that to someone in the civilian slavery. I would turn a few from the staff. Well, I'm gonna go clean up."

"Cleaning?"

"As lords, you make an effort to create a city that's easy to live in."

"Huh."

Pulfras, who dropped off one, two, three without really knowing, noticed something as he was organizing what he had just said in his head and thinking about staffing.

"Rhone to Alosale, you say it's focarol? What do you mean you're going to get pushed more and more? Does the lord think the next war will be lost?

Will we eventually wait for reinforcements by stopping our enemies with Phocarol defenses and spears?

I don't know if I can even think about it, so I decided to work on creating the requested rail because I only have the ability to make things anyway.

After the factory area, there is a disposal site where a lot of debris has been discarded. With most of the wood and cloth debris, the metal seems to be worth it and is barely found. Inside you can also see animal bones and what you think are some human bones.

That place that reeks of bad smell sometimes leaves no one close except the craftsmen and some servant coming to dump the garbage.

Between the piles of garbage, a thin passage passes through which it becomes a slam.

"You smelled on the road, damn it. I'll have to wash it when I get home."

One, two, and three, who fervently believe that roadworthiness is essential for warm water hand washing and shade drying, even as lords washed their clothes themselves. Sometimes Oliga said it was easy to leave it to the samurai, but she didn't give in.

I also found two people hiding at the end of the road in the sense of a relaxing walk, one, two, three, thinking that Torn was taking care of them but was getting a lot tired. Plus, there are two people standing ahead.

(I know you want to pinch him, but do you hide in the garbage...)

Pulling the knife out in a sigh mix, one, two, three pierced in turn toward the two signs that were in the garbage.

I had a response. I guess it was both of us who didn't have a voice either.

There is red liquid flowing at the end of the pulled out knife.

"Oh, my God!

One, two, three, stood at the end of the road running over to the sudden action. We were both desperate to tear up a pile of garbage and were surprised to find a neat body.

"I can't believe you didn't do anything and then suddenly stabbed me..."

Has it been running or is it dead, like in the late teens? One of the dead seemed to be a woman.

One, two, three, wherever the wind blows, even in the sight of blame.

"I guess I tried to do something. Don't beat the victim to the point of being fought back."

"Oh my God! I tried to just threaten you, but I'm gonna kill you!?

"Fool."

The young man, who had been fiercely eaten by one, two, three, fell with his heart pounded.

"If you threaten with the word kill, make that much power or situation. It's just ridiculous what a dying man would say."

One, two, three, who preached against the body, turned his gaze to one of the survivors, and he was shuddering out of his hips.

"This is so easy..."

"I've been so desperate to archery that I can easily kill you. I'd rather hear it than that. How many people live in the slums up ahead?

"And I don't know! Because some of the guys who die are coming in at some point..."

He's got a loud voice, and he's incontinent.

"So, who's like a face player putting together a slam?

"And you mean Mr. Tolkemada? If it's him, he's rooting for church tracks! I'm begging you..."

Without asking until the end, one, two, and three snapped the young man's neck.

"Church Trail…?"

Through a pile of garbage, I saw a city lined with run-down, decaying houses.

Most of the flashes seem to have fallen off the roof and gone, but from the signs, they have quite a few people living there. Though few people walk outside.

Feeling the alert gaze, walking with a cool face, I could see a slightly different building at the end of the road. An object with round cutouts inside the triangle is rotting on the roof.

"Hey, is that the church? With that said, I've never heard of religion in this world. Why don't you ask Oliga?"

As always, my knowledge of this world is origa dependable one, two, three, but I was wondering if it would be okay because Origa would rather be happy to ask questions.

Approaching the church-like building, a dozen men surrounded Zorro Zorro and one, two, three. Everyone he holds a rusty floating weapon, with rough eyes to stare at.

"Welcome and hard work. When are you gonna say torquemada or something?

Ask without a hand on the knife.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Turkemada? Who the hell are you wearing weird clothes?

"That's the church trail, isn't it?

Ignoring the man who flies by and asks questions, one, two, three points to the building in front of him.

"What's wrong with that!

"That's just what I wanted to know"

A crooked twist on the right hand pointing to him pointed the man at the round, pointed tip of the dimension iron.

"What?"

Faster than reacting, the iron wedge punched into the jaw not only removed the jaw joint, but slapped the mandible into two pieces.

I don't have time to hold my face down and get stuffy, and now I'm gonna slap you in the head and kill you.

"This, this one!

"Kill him! This guy is absurd!

"Something dangerous... rude"

Throw the dimension into your nostrils while pointing your mouth and complaining, slashing your throat together for two with a pluck.

Through between the two raising the bloodshot, one more, piercing his neck from behind.

"Ya, stop..."

Drop your weapon and kick the man's foot trying to escape, then step on the eye area with your heel where you fell and smash the skull from face to face.

When you cross the sword of a man approaching you from behind, your opponent dies by sticking himself in a cut to the back.

The momentum I pulled out killed another one.

Seeing his companions being killed unilaterally, the rest of them unconsciously step back.

"Well, there's still nine of them."

He stepped in with a refreshing smile and snapped another neck.

Grab a sword-wielding man's wrist, twist it up and let him slash his own neck.

Those who were able to kick that body in the ass were stabbed in the brain with each eye as they raised their faces.

"Enough, stop it!

"No. Die."

"Son......"

I refuse to beg for life in a word. The poor man died with his skull broken to his nose.

Someone came out of the church when the man who spilled both eyeballs on the slaughter momentum fell.

"That's it!

He's a guy who looks around 40 with a tall, forged body. He runs in front of the church where the body rolls, taking on a large sword that has been cared for.

One, two, three, cut off the other thigh and rolled while feeling it with signs.

When the man raised his voice of restraint, he was targeted because he was alarmed and his movements stopped, but now there's nothing he can do about it. I just sink into a sea of blood and wait for my blood loss to die.

"This! What a guy!

To one, two, and three, who would kill further without even asking for a halt, the interrupted man pulled out his sword and circled in front of one, two, and three, and received the sword that was swung down.

"Hmm..."

If it were the worn sword of the others, the slaughter, which would have been cut off in disregard, was stopped as it devoured half way into the thick sword of the body.

"How dare you be so thin!

Desperate to withstand unusual pressures, he kicks and rolls the belly of a man who is eating his teeth away.

One, two, three were a little interested in the man who quickly stood up and put his sword back together.

"Unlike the rest of the garbage, there was a mix of guys who could do a little"

"You're not a slum person, are you? What the hell are you doing here?

"I'm here to see the summariser here. So I killed these guys because they came around with fighting hips."

It would be simple, laughing, but not as loose as a hair to hold the knife in.

The surviving men, too, have to watch it faraway.

"That Mr. Bifron..."

I can tell the name of the man in front of me from the crush.

"Ma, wait! If you have any requirements, let's hear it. I apologize for any inconvenience caused to my men!

To the words of Bifron, one, two, and three drew their swords. One, two, three are not sweating one against Bifron, who breathes on his shoulders.

Bifron thought it was a monster, both powerful and spiritual. The bodies of the fellows who fall around have no extra scratches and have been attacked only to kill. I can't see the stray.

"Let me see the summariser here."

"... ok. Follow me."

Bifron lost track of whether to take the man in front of him to Torquemada or not, but he had no choice. We decided it was better to go to Torquemada after everyone was killed here.

Told the survivors to clean up the body, Bifron took one, two, three and stepped into the church trail.

Due to the life of Imeraria, plans were underway in the Royal Castle for the formation of an army centred on the Third Knights. In nominal terms, they are reinforcements to support the new territory and the territory of 123 against Vichy, who is believed to be on the offensive.

The number is expected to be about 5,000, leaving the troops to Pajo and Midas to march on.

Imeraria matured in government but also actively exported to the military. The Second Knights, who would otherwise lead the ranks of the common soldiers, are not amused by that. Speaking of princesses, it was not the concern of the upper echelons of the Second Knights that women would speak out about military affairs.

"It is we, the Second Knights, who should lead the battle."

The old man, who speaks quietly in his own office in the royal castle, is Stifels, who is the head of the Count and captain of the Second Knights. It is the two deputy captains who are listening to him on an upright immobilisation.

"The captain is right. Originally under the King's command, it is the soldiers we lead who go to battle!

"Isn't this an act of transcendence, even though the king has died and the prince has not yet completed his formal crowning?

The two deputy captains seem to be similar to Stifels, and criticize the princess for listening.

Though it is called an act of transcendence, there is in fact no explicitly cultured decision in the division of the role of the Knights nor in the royal chain of command. For the reason that the queen is tedious and the prince is young, it is for that reason that the royal castle functions without any particular problems, even when Imeralia is at the centre of government.

Civilians and others know that, so they honestly move at the behest of the princess.

However, it seems easy to get stubborn about custom when they become martial officers, and while the Third Knights, who were glad to say they were originally princess factions, were flexible, the First and Second Knights had the kind of depression that their treatment was getting worse every day.

"What, my little girl will just gather soldiers for the man she fell in love with. We just have to be friendly with the Third Knights and go on an expedition."

"But as it is, the Third Knight raises his hand again..."

The rush of the Second Knights lay in the fact that they had no particular grip compared to the Third Knights, who were raising their grip in the Marquis' clandestine trade case and other matters, and were turning their connections with and appreciation of the Princess into a rock.

The First Knights had been greatly undervalued for failing to protect the King, but there have been times when a problem child named Godeslas has been disposed of with regard to the Second Knights, but there is dissatisfaction that the place of activity itself has not been given in the first place.

"About 5,000 combined with the lead and reinforcements. Vichy will come to recapture by raising his total strength. You may not lose, but an overwhelming victory is impossible. I have nothing to show you. More than that, we should be on a stage where we can raise our wins"

"The stage for victory...?

Signing the order at hand, Stifels stood up and gave it to the two deputy captains.

"Just, at the border with Holland, it's a stare. Let us spread the land even in our hands. Prove to me that nothing can be done only by that young man."

"I see!"

"That's just great, my lord! We have a different point of view!

When the two deputy captains complimented each other orally, they nodded and responded, Stifels said with grandeur.

"Gather your men! Let the strength of our Second Knights echo the world during the Orthon Grande!

Seeing his men running to troop formation with an exalted look, Stifels nodded contentedly.