Summoned Slaughterer

Beyond the door on Munster's Holland side, the sound of battle still keeps ringing.

The voices you hear belong to all your allies, and if you only hear the powerful voices, you may be dominant, but the enemy feels no fear and doesn't raise a single voice when chopped up.

In numbers, you have fewer allies, and the screams you hear from time to time are definitely from your own army.

"Damn, not like this..."

Stifels, who thought he should be able to siege him well, was biting his teeth that it was taking longer than he imagined. Did you see too few people on the siege side or did you see the enemy's combat capability wrong?

"I don't have a choice. I'll give you cover!

"But captain, if you're snuck into the city, it's a mix-up!

"I know!

Stifels glanced at the contested knight.

"Rope the gate and make sure it's only empty for one! Spear and stab anything caught in the rope or anyone who's creeping through it in turn!

"Wow, I get it!

Stifels grips the spear, frustrated by the knights who began to move as instructed. I'm better at swords, but if you're going to take a distance and attack a few people at the same time, this one is better.

Soon it is ready and one knight slowly takes a swing.

Stiflers is positioned just a little off the front of the opening so that he can stick his spear out at any time.

Just a few gaps open, I can hear the frenzy beyond the door, and the smell of intense blood.

"Open more! All of you, breathe and attack!

What I see following orders is the appearance of a Holland soldier slamming the door with no expression.

"Mmm!"

The forcefully protruding spear tip captured the Holland soldier's neck accurately.

Behind the falling soldier stands the same faceless soldier, followed by death with his eyes poked out by a protruding knight's spear.

Turning that back, he unilaterally kills enemies like dolls with no screams or fear.

When he began to feel stubborn in his arms, Hugh Stiflers noticed that the soldiers on his side were speaking less and less.

The Horrant soldiers should be considerably reduced, too, but as it stands, the fear of becoming a devastating worn fool puts power in the spear-wielding arm.

At that moment, the multiplied ropes were severed at once.

"What!

Distracted only for a moment by the incredible sight, the next moment the gate was fully open and the soldiers of Holland literally crept in.

"Ha, retreat!

How many would have listened to Stiflers' instructions?

The Second Knights were instantly half swallowed by waves of enemy soldiers, such as those who were bounced to the gate or beaten to death by Holland soldiers while they were stunned.

Even though his men are killed, he has no eyes, and Stifels throws out his spear and runs.

The Horrant soldier moves dull, so the gung distance leaves, but Stifels still ran.

But waiting ahead of the run is not hope.

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"Bailevra is dead. The First Knights are gone."

The battle between the Orthon Grande Army and the Holland Army has been joined by a fellow who was acting differently for the surveillance of Bailevra to the Holland wizard who was watching away.

"Right. This one's doing reasonably well. They were scraping off the soldiers because they were working small jobs, so they magically covered for them. I was forbidden to serve, but this is as good as it gets."

Because you can't go home forever, the Wizard of Holland laughed at his colleagues.

But the wizard of those who have conveyed the backdrop of Bailevra and the First Knights looks blue.

"... what's up?

"Oh, the First Knights were practically wiped out by one person..."

"You think you're alone?

Although improved magic equipment has the disadvantage of slowing down movement somewhat, it improves muscle strength to the extent that it is excessive to make up for it. Even if you had an opening in your arm, you can't possibly deal with a few opponents alone.

But a colleague with a blue face doesn't look like he's lying.

"I managed to hear the conversation. He's the hero of that fine sword."

"Stupid! His territory's on the other side, right?

"Definitely. The information previously heard matches the characteristics. Fighting power was as well informed, no, it showed more in my eyes than that. He killed the captain without a scratch."

Listen to the story and think as you bite your fingernails.

"What are the chances of a bad magic fixture?

"None. Muscle strength improvement was evident. And..."

"And?"

"The prince was also killed. To the heroic squire."

"... damn!

The measure of entering Orson Grande Central with the Prince as a puppet was crushed.

"That man should be coming towards this battlefield. I think we should ditch the soldiers and retreat."

I shake my head and refuse to a colleague who looks completely hip.

"Just go back and report it. This one hasn't been cleaned up yet."

"Okay. Let me go first. Later."

"Oh, later"

Drop off your colleagues and put your gaze back on the battlefield again.

From the fully open gate, the Horrant soldiers enter the city with Zorozolo.

It's like a bunch of bugs drawn to some honey, cut from behind by Orson Grande soldiers, but not to care to proceed.

"Let's attack until we wipe out the Second Knights. This destroys the First and Second Knights and drastically reduces Orthon Grande's power."

When I missed the opportunity, my gaze became much steeper.

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Perhaps the rope was cut due to magic? And, fairly far from the enemy soldiers, Stifels is finally calmly turning his head.

There are only about 10 men left around me already. It was reminiscent of how Liberzal was one day, and I feared that I would turn to the side of those who had failed me too.

"Captain, there's something ahead!

"What?!

When Stifels looked forward, who was called unexpectedly and realized at some point that he had been thinking, there was a man walking like he had seen somewhere.

The man, who then walks slippery, has dark eyes, dark hair, strange clothes and a thin sword on his left hip.

"He...!

Stiflers' thoughts stain with anger at once.

Count Hiffmi Toono.

An interworldly man summoned by the summoning magic of Princess Immelalia, he was given the status of a king killing sinner but nobility, and as a result of his battle with Vichy, he gained vast territory, as if he were a fairy tale character.

But for Stifels, it just looks like a cob above his eyes competing for influence at the Royal Castle.

"But in this situation, there's no way."

Stifels, who decided to sneak in shame and ask for help, slowed down his speed by biting his back teeth.

"Uncle Toono, you've had a hard time getting to the other side of the country like this. There are more enemies than I expected, so I need your help."

When you think the other person is an ex-civilian, you can't hide your high profile, Stiflers, but you're unconscious. Even in these words, I'm going to be out lousy with shame.

"Come on."

To the equally lofty one, two, three words, Stifels gets irritated, but holds his fist and suppresses himself.

In the sight of Stifels like that, one, two, three then pulled out the sword.

"The reward is your life."

The first attack was a poke to the face, telling me to resist a little.

"Nooo."

The knights who were around rush to Stifels, who had a hard cut, and interrupt between them and one, two, three, and lay down their swords.

"Ha! Captain Knight is a protected thing!

Laughing, he draws a protruding sword and lays two or three more protrusions.

"Bye."

Poke and kill one for each poke, and make a body for two.

"Do what!

Stifels, finally structured, pulls out his sword and drinks heavily, but cannot intimidate one, two, three.

"I'm not doing enough prep work, so I'm going to kill the guy who's alive."

"... you lunatic"

"Whoa, if you think so, fight desperately with that intention. You don't speak to lunatics."

The knight standing in front of Stifels, literally as a shield, died with one, two, three slashes on his chest and a broken heart for each armor.

How to jump over a knight who falls, one, two, three swords strike down on a tangbamboo crack.

Flying sideways as he rolled, Stifels tried to distance himself by waving his sword sideways without waking up, but before that one, two, three, entered the nostalgia.

"Yo."

Hook the pattern on the collar of the armor and pull it down.

Rolled unnecessarily, Stifers rolled sideways all over the soil.

In the meantime another knight is slaughtered. One, two, three grabbed the opponent's jaw with his left hand and pushed it all the way with his thumb to break his lower front teeth.

The knight, whose movement stopped for a moment due to pain and shock, died with his throat pierced.

In the meantime, Stifels is getting up and rebuilding.

"It's the time you've earned using your men's lives, huh? Use it more effectively."

"You…"

Standing loosely in front of Stifels, who asks for a gap to be cut, one, two, three, the knife in his right hand is sloppily raised, without standing, and the left hand takes the odd structure he put forward lightly.

The knights surrounding them also fail to grasp the timing of the attack.

My gaze was focused on the left hand of one, two, three.

Fingertips shake every bit, like aquatic plants drifting in the water, repeating moves that are never quick but unexpected.

"Yes!"

When one knight was struck unbearably, one, two, three left hands moved like a munch and struck him in the face.

The stuffing knight's eyes tears as if he had fingers in them, and his nose bones are broken.

"Yikes..."

Before complaining of pain, he dies with his unseen eyes pierced with pain and tears.

"Come on, come on, hit me all over the place. Maybe we'll hit it, huh?

Still, like the death of a fellow I just saw in front of me, everyone couldn't move.

"Oh well. Are you afraid of this? Shall we do this?"

When you cleverly snap a knife with only your right hand without even grabbing the sheath, one, two, three bluffs your hands to appeal to the handless.

To that provocation, the first thing that became intolerable was Stifels.

"but ahhh!

The powerful, hanging blow was at an astonishing rate for the other knights, but not so much for one, two, three.

Enter under your arms to be swung down and fist from under your elbows.

With a dull sound, Stifels, who dropped his sword, knelt as he swayed the tip from both elbows with a bluff.

"Ahhh......"

One, two, three grasp faces distorted by severe pain and despair. He was twisted and broken his cervical spine as it was, and Stifels died.

"I forgot to tell you. My original style of combat is useless."

To Stifels' death, the surviving knights abandoned their swords.

"Here, surrender"

One person came in, while one, two, three, pulled out the knife silently.

"Ma, wait! We have no more will to resist!

"I'm saying that's no good."

He flashed and flew his neck, and one, two, three, saw the knight left in frustration.

"Take the sword. I set you up with a weapon in front of me. Don't think it's gonna be over until one of you or me dies."

There are five remaining Knights II.

Blue but took the sword, they wiped it out in seconds.

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"... what a guy"

The wizard, who had broken into the city distracted by Holland soldiers and monitored one, two or three fights from the side roads, was stunned by the heinous act of relentlessly slaughtering and killing the knights of his country.

Besides, the fighting power that overwhelmed the knights was certainly at a level where colleagues had no choice but to be frightened.

"The man is dangerous."

I thought about hitting Holland's soldiers, but he probably won't stand a tooth at all. While it is chopped from the front, it is Othi who is reduced in number by the Orthon Grande soldiers who follow him from behind.

Then take the dagger out of your pocket and start chanting.

Either you're better at research and you're not good at practice, but if you calm down and chant slowly, you can hit a powerful wind blade.

(I'll turn that guy off here. Otherwise it will always be harmful to Holland one day)

If I think so, I feel the chant for a long time.

Closed his eyes and concentrated on chanting, and when it was finally over, one, two, three stood in front of him.

"That dagger..."

"Ugh, wow!?

"You, you're the Wizard of the Holland. It's the same sword as a strass."

"Chi! You!"

At this close distance, the invisible blade released flies precisely towards the face of one, two, three.

"... I always thought"

One, two, three, who shook his head and ran past the blade of the wind, continue the conversation without changing one complexion.

"Is it the Horrant wizard's decision or something to teach you the timing and direction? Because it's a convenient move, but there's really no body."

The moment one, two, three grabbed the wrist of the one with the dagger, the unspeakable pain ran, and the wizard knelt.

The bone at the base of one, two, three index fingers is holding the wrist bump tight.

"Yes, it hurts..."

"I have a question"

"Huh?"

A relentless binta enters the wizard who raised his face and raised his voice of doubt.

The hood comes off and lean faces like the mid 20s get exposed.

"I'm the one asking the questions. Tell me all you know about that poisonous drug and the ferocious magic equipment."

"... it's..."

One, two, three heels step through the pinky fingers of the thoughtful wizard's feet.

……

Ask the same question to the wizard who brings tears to the pain of not even being able to speak, without changing his expression.

"Ma... magic pills, whether it's water or alcohol, will work if you let them drink a small amount of a mixture. Somewhat more physically capable, but less emotional and painful, he becomes blind to what the first person to give instructions says. The magic fixture eliminates pain and increases muscle strength, but it has the disadvantage of becoming ferocious..."

"The shortcomings would have been overcome. There's got to be something even better."

Heard that he stepped further in from one, two, three, the wizard gives a bitter worm-bitten face.

"The magic drug, I couldn't adjust... The people who are breaking into this city now, even if they listen to me, only listen to simple instructions. The magic appliance has succeeded to the point of holding back reason and making it a puppet of a registered person..."

Further, when I was using it for Allosale soldiers, it was ineffective to the point where I could make people like dolls today, but that was the limit.

I heard about the wizard. One, two, three, apparently came up with something. Two tars laughed and saw the wizard.

"I came up with a good thing. Tell me at the end. It's the name of the capital of your country and the distance."

"Hey, why are you doing that... ghhh!

Now he was kicked up in the groin, and to the wizard who was round and trembling, one, two, three, said relentlessly, "Spit."

"The capital is Adoramelc. Three days on a horse from here!

As he endured the pain, the wizard told him to scream whether his anger was creeping up on the contrary.

"Okay. Bye."

Shake a sword and drop the wizard's neck, which remains a noose.

"Oh, shit"

I just wiped my knife with my pocket, and one, two, three looked bitter that I had failed.

"You should have checked to see if the magic appliance works on demons as well."

Ask the other guy, and one, two, three switched their minds.

There are still battlefields left.