Summoned Slaughterer

"Oh, my God!

In front of Stifels' eyes, the entrance to Munster, which is getting closer and closer, is well visible in the city as the main gate is opened.

And there, there are no people. Outside the gate, inside, in the streets of the city, nowhere.

The first thing I noticed about it was Stifels, who was in the lead.

Next, the knights who were around also notice the city's anomalies.

"Yes, Captain!

"What shall we do!?

From behind, a fierce momentum drives the Horrant soldiers away. Groups of dirt smoke raised and a true face approaching weapons in their hands have appeared even more terrifying to Stiflers.

Stifels thinks.

Stepping into the city like this is a bad idea. If the city is rough, it will be difficult to overturn your loss at that point. Even if we push him back from here, the damage won't be something we can ignore.

If so......

"All soldiers, as soon as they reach the city, break up left and right as planned and pinch their enemies! The Knights close the city gates and use the gates to stop the enemy during Operation Sandwich!

"Ri, got it!

While we're talking, the city gates are right in front of us.

A knight following the role of commanding a soldier breaks up to the left and right, and the soldiers follow it.

Some Holland soldiers are caught up in it and follow, but the vast majority come straight to Munster.

"Close it! Quick!

Yelling stiffels.

The Knights descend their horses as they roll down, desperately closing the gates and spraying them.

After a few moments, the sound of a thick wooden gate knocking, and from further afield, the voices of the soldiers who sandwich and the sound of the weapons being knocked down.

Listening to the frenzy beyond a single door, Stifels stepped down the horse.

(What does Billon think of abandoning the city!

What Stifels sees without measure and trembling with anger is the entrance and exit on the Wang Du side.

I don't see any city dwellers, even at the end of a path that looks sumptuous.

"I'll definitely kill you! It's your turn to crush the Hollanders!

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Munster, near the Wang Du exit. Count Byron was at the rear of the evacuees.

Sabnak tried to persuade Biron to be near the center of the group because it was dangerous or to make the first escape, but this only did not give way, letting only his wife and children go first, and Biron himself would serve as hall with Sabnak and the Third Knights.

"It's been a long time since I've worn armor. It's uncomfortable."

It's been a long time since I've ridden a horse, and Billon himself seems relaxed.

One soldier rushes over to Sabnak on horseback and reports something.

"... I have a decree. Brother-in-law, it looks like enemy troops are here in Munster."

"Oh, enemy troops. It would be easier to call it that."

Feeling as if the sounds of taking each other's lives could be heard from afar, Biron looks up into the sky and conceives.

"It would be easier if I could rendezvous with Count Toono on the road to the King's Capital."

The inhabitants of the city are to be alienated to the city ahead and returned as soon as the battle is over. Because it's a city close to the border, Billon was trying to make sure he was thoroughly prepared to escape from day to day, but he didn't really expect the day to come to use this measure.

It strained the residents considerably, but we have to break it off that it would be better than losing lives.

"Sure, if Mr. One, Two, Three arrives, we'll be sure to win this one"

Sabnak added in his mind that if he would be on his side properly......

"Subnak, someone's coming closer!

A fellow knight pulled out his sword as he stepped off his horse as he raised his voice.

"Brother-in-law, please step back. I don't know if he's an enemy or an ally."

Sabnak also descends his horse and pulls out his sword.

(I'm not very good at swordsmanship, but I can't help it)

Hiding a sigh, Sabnak, carefully erected, saw the First Knights Rivezar grabbing the spear and walking in. And it was the first cavalry members led by him and the figure of Prince Aiperos. I could see one more unfamiliar man, beside the prince.

"To Captain Rivezar...... Prince Iperos?!

Someone from the Third Knights raised a voice of surprise.

But Sabnak was uncomfortable. The prince doesn't have a squire or a dedicated escort, and something's wrong. And I remember seeing people with this kind of atmosphere somewhere.

For a few seconds, I traced my memories and remembered what happened in Phocarol, where I met one, two, three.

"Everybody, don't untie me! These guys, they're being manipulated with magic equipment!

"What?"

Rivezar's spear pierced one of the knights whose judgment was delayed for a moment.

"What..."

"Let's do this!

It will be a brawl as soon as possible.

Each other's knights were roughly the same number, and Sabnak, who wished he could carry them until the other third knight cavalry members and Biron's lead soldiers rushed to support him, forced him into an unexpected struggle.

"These guys are going to attack me even if I lose one arm!

"As the report said, calm down and inflict fatal injuries!

"Ku, I'm coming!

The First Knights, whose movements are slightly dull due to the influence of magic fixtures, are no different for the Third Knights, who are unfamiliar with combat.

"And are you my opponent..."

Standing in front of Sabnak with his sword is Rivezar with his spear protruding.

Its eyes are those of a lunatic whose perspective is uncertain, but intimidation is unusual.

(I wonder if this will die here...)

Though unexpectedly pessimistic thoughts come to mind, he returns to me with the sound of cutting the wind.

"Oops, bluff!

The spears rolled out one after the other appeared to be somewhat inferior to the skill we had seen before, but for Subnak, it was finally the speed at which they flexed.

Nor is the force normal, and even if the thrust is stopped by the belly of the sword, it is pushed in so much that it treads.

Rivezar stands flat against Subnak, who quickly began to breathe on his shoulders.

"Did you defeat this lightly, after all, one, two, three is a monster...... whoops!

Suddenly pushed back, Sabnak takes two or three steps forward toward Rivezar.

Ribezal approached him in front of him, and a spear blow passed right next to Sabnak, who hurriedly rolled to the side.

"Abuuuuuuuu..."

A dissatisfied voice was uttered to Sabnak, who distanced himself from Rivezar with these bodies.

"Who's a monster? And don't try to distance yourself from the spear opponent. Step forward, step forward."

When Sabnak looked at the Lord of his voice, a familiar brunette, brunette, eye-sharp young man stood with a knife on his hips, dressed in the same strange clothes.

One, two, three all the way forward as I twirl the copper of the clam in my hand.

"Hi, one, two, three? Whatever it is, it's too soon..."

"This guy is my prey. If I did Chintara and I missed it...... what?

To the state of the libezal, one, two, three, frowned and looked around, then sighed.

"Is this guy insane, too? I'm bored."

One, two, three that shakes his head, the spear of the libezal looms, regardless.

"Oh, it's dangerous!

Without the need for Sabnak to scream, one, two, three, turn his body to the side and avoid in the form of a half body. Neither does the blade that you try to slash on the spear drawer let you touch your body using chains.

One, two, and three, who pushed the belly of the rivezal kicking forward and distancing it as it further penetrated, swung the copper division again and struck the copper division on the other's face.

Rivezar won't stop rolling out his spears, even as he gets smashed to the center of his face with each nose.

One eye pops out of the orbit and bleeds from the eye, nose and mouth.

Still, Rivezal won't stop.

"I'm vain. The attack of a man who doesn't have a reason to fight is no different than the stick the machine wields."

As the words say, one, two, and three, avoiding the tip of the ear in jeopardy, also in the meantime injure the arms of Zakuzak and Rivezar with a sickle that grips in his left hand.

"One, two, three, these guys don't have pain. Plus, they don't have feelings like fear. Even if I scratch... that?

Subnak clenched his neck on the libezal, whose movement slowed gradually.

"A creature is when more than a certain amount of blood flows, physical freedom ceases to work. It has nothing to do with pain or fear."

That's how much you know, Rivezar, who couldn't even lift his arm while one, two, three talked, finally got on his knees.

One, two, and three, which stowed the sickle and quickly pulled out the knife of his hips, slapped and slashed the front of Rivezar's armor.

"I couldn't see."

One, two, three, eagled with his left hand the muggled magic fixture, forcing it to peel off.

The tube that was buried in the body is stretched out, making a noise with the butch and chopping it a thousand times.

The spasmodic rivezal fell on his back with a large letter, where all the tubes had been cut off.

"Ugh..."

"Have you gone back to sanity?"

Rivezal, who regains consciousness, is baffled by his own body, which does not move.

"Ki, are you...! Or my body can't move... what the hell is going on..."

"I don't know. All I know is the fact that you're gonna die now."

"What the..."

Freshly poking a knife in the bumpy chest, one, two, three pulled up the edge of his mouth to the feeling of piercing the heart that was transmitted to his right hand.

"Uhm. If you want to kill, humans are good, not puppets"

I wipe the knife with my pocket and deliver it to the sheath, looking intrigued at the fact that it doesn't bleed much even if I pull the knife out because of the loss of blood.

"Hi, one, two, three, Captain Rivezar was back to sanity just now..."

I answered Sabnak, who approached me terribly, one, two, three, yes.

"I gave it a try, and you're surprisingly firmly conscious. If you don't realize you're going to die, it won't be boring. It was a good find."

To one, two, and three who look good on top of this, Byron, who had seen the whole thing behind Sabnak, could not speak for a while.

"Well, you still have your prey"

One, two, three, who took out the tree with the next weapon and gripped it all the way to the battlefield between the first and second knights, where the turmoil continued, in a light-hearted foothold.

Sabnak, who saw it, screamed in panic.

"So, Third Knights! Run, all of you. Whoa!

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"Yay bei..."

Where the battle had begun, Beilevra, who had been a little distant, was surprised to see Rivezar murdered and slipped out of his hips.

Influenced by the magic fixture, he not only lightly embellished the libezal, which was turning it into a fearless murder doll, but returned it to sanity before killing it.

Beilevra feared for the human madness of one, two, three more than strength for what only seemed to be an anomaly.

Good thing nobody saw it, I just tried to get off the battlefield like crawling, and there was a severe pain running on my calf.

"Yikes!

Rolling into sudden pain, I looked at my legs in tears and there was a cross shaped metal piercing me like I'd never seen before.

"Hey, what the hell?"

One girl approached Bailebra, who couldn't even touch too much pain.

"If you think you've finally caught up with Dear One Twenty-Three... you have to thank Dear One Twenty-Three for this good fortune"

It's Oliga walking slowly with her back sword in her right hand.

The white face is faceless, while the green eyes stare at Bailevra with a strong willingness to kill.

"And, hey..."

"Oh, you remembered."

Though honored or nothing, Origa releases a second hand back sword, which also scratches the foot of the intact.

"Gu..."

Bailevra, no longer able to raise her voice to the pain and eating up her teeth, desperately pulled out her back sword and tied up the wound with her torn clothes. Still, the blood won't stop.

"Ya, can you help me... if I get these legs, I'm gonna have to drool wild already. At least die more peacefully..."

Bailevra, who shows her sobbing whisperer, waited inside for help from Horrant's operatives.

Keep trying to buy more time for the chase not to come.

"So..."

"Shut up."

Oliga, who had finished chanting while Bailevra cried and begged for forgiveness, cut off one arm mercilessly with a blade of wind.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!"

Oliga doesn't break her expression at all when she sees Bailevra sobbing and calling, sprinkling blood from the beautiful cutting surface of her shoulder and hitting it harder and harder.

"You deserve to crawl through the ground that way and die desperately hoping to live. Die miserably, unnecessarily. Because for the first time in my life, I might be tempted to forgive you for what you did."

Bailevra, who can no longer talk properly and tries to escape by moving her injured legs back and forth, repeats as if rumours of help, but Oliga does not listen.

"You won't know the humiliation we've been subjected to. I don't even want you to understand. If you're not lucky enough to be picked up by one, two, three, by now..."

Approaching Bailevra, step on his stomach and stop moving.

Beilevra, whose consciousness was beginning to blur due to the bleeding, saw Oliga, reflected in her sumptuous vision, take off the dagger that was fixed to her wrist and squeeze it in her right hand.

"Dear one, two, three, thank you. that we can avenge ourselves with this hand. And Kasha, watch. May our vengeance die."

Oliga, whining as if she were in conversation with someone with Potspots, waved her dagger down into Bailevra's chest full of force.

Beilevra, who was stabbed in the heart, died instantly.

Oliga, with the dagger she pulled out, realized at some point that she had been crying.

I don't even know about that tear, but there was certainly a feeling in her chest that one vengeance would end and her heart would be free.