Summoned Slaughterer

Neither the king nor Yug were dismayed by the appearance of one, two or three that had suddenly broken in.

Verdre, who was supposed to rule the field, would not even move with Pickle without losing his mind, and the reinforcements who swept away the targeted enemy would not wait for a new order to make it faint.

"Was it already started?"

One, two, three calmly observe the indoors, holding his head whether it was delayed or not.

An untouched glimpse of the sight of a corpse rolling on one side, while confirming only those still alive.

"Are you... no way..."

Yug, knowing the characteristics of one, two, three, shook his head as unbelievable.

"Oh, you know me, you're the mastermind of the plan to attract me."

So, you are the king of this country, and one, two, three see Sprungel king of Holland.

The eye was not a glance, but a gaze to observe.

"That's better, Orson Grande's hero..."

Unanswering King Holland's words, and approaching from the entrance one, two, three, Yug hurriedly cried out to the fortified soldiers.

"Turn all the soldiers in the castle to your enemies, how do you get so far... Anyway, reinforced soldiers! Kill this guy!

"Will it finally begin?"

The first reinforced soldiers to rush forward, all aligned and wielding the great sword over the great upper stages.

"Whoa?

One, two, three halves the body and interrupts between them, even as they raise an unexpected voice to the faster movement than before and the length of the Great Sword's reach.

When I wondered if there had been a gushing sound, the fortified soldier crushed every armor of his chest with a patterned head.

"If I knew my weaknesses, this would be it. Besides, it hasn't changed what I can do to get into it."

Shook his head in a sigh mix, one, two, three slipped between the arms of his enemies with his own sword, not even trying to avoid the soldiers who had been slashed even more.

One, two, three shoulders around the chest of the enemy that came bumping into momentum, standing firm and not even small (koloose), whereas the fortified soldier is bounced off and rolled in reverse, finally stopping against the wall.

And Yug saw one or two more of them slaughtered, one, two, three, with a face colored with terror, and next to them King Holland looked intriguingly like a slaughter.

And the other survivor wakes up.

"Gu..."

Verdre couldn't move quickly due to a headache, she roared while falling, but in the meantime she was able to figure out what was going on around her.

(That man, for example...)

In the sight stained red with blood, fortified soldiers are still easily killed.

Wang Sun Taru said he was bloody and crawling on the floor, but the man would gladly and easily deliver the victory.

Another fortified soldier, this time his chest was amputated horizontally into one letter, and his organs scattered and rolled.

Using those experimental subjects, he thought so much that by now he should have been gloriously crowned in front of the people, scolding his immobile body and looking at the throne, he saw there still alive and, for some reason, the king of serene expressions and Yug slipping his hips off beside him.

"Forgive me..."

Dominated by hatred, Verdre, who was no longer smashed of everything, grabbed the magic fixture that was anchored to his hips with his sword with his right hand, where the paralysis remained.

"I'll... I'll break everything..."

When Verdre rolled over on her back, Yug shouted when she found something in her hand.

"Dear Verdre! Using that......!

Eug's suppression was also vain, and the magic fixture had been pressed against Verdre's chest before it was finished.

One, two, and three in the middle of the battle looked sideways at it and secretly spilled a grin.

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One, two, three, had entered the castle quickly, without question, of course, but there was also the point that soldiers who were outside the castle had to deal with another problem before they could be called for backup by the castle.

"He's gone that way!

"Don't make me go to the city! Dispose of it here!

At the behest of the wizards, it is the fleeing experiments that the soldiers on the right and left are following.

Of course, I didn't actually escape, but the Origa and the others let about four people go near the castle because of the turmoil.

Experimental bodies found near the castle, for some reason armed, had already tragically killed several inhabitants on the street.

The first soldier to discover it immediately called for backup, but the increase in numbers still prevents him from being captured or killed, and more and more sacrifices are being made to the soldiers and the people.

He also asks the castle for backup at the same time as informing him of the anomaly, but that doesn't have a tone out either.

"Chi! How the hell did you get out of that restraint!

With frustration and evil, one wizard came to the research facility.

"We need to check the rest of them..."

"You don't have to."

Oliga quickly stopped the wizard who came in through the door left open, poking his dagger at him.

"Nah..."

"Have you finally come? I'm tired of waiting."

In the meantime, too, the Focarol soldiers quickly close the door and enter into an attitude of asking what is going on outside from the thinly opened gap.

"I thought it would be quicker to ask in person than to look for a home for a bit"

Just a little dagger down his throat with a nickel and a cute smile.

"I don't see an inventory of the magic equipment used by them, so I'd like you to tell me something."

With that said, Origa points to one of the experimental entities that remains neat connected to the chain.

"Oh, that's..."

Suddenly, the wizard felt his left ear get hot.

One ear is falling to the floor when he sees the sound of Bechari.

"Uh-oh!

"Shut up."

Shake one more dagger and shake off the tip of your nose.

"Uh-huh..."

"All you have to do is talk about what's necessary."

With a heart that no longer wanted to escape as soon as possible, the wizard spoke quickly of the location of the vault in a separate building, holding down with both hands the bloodshed and nodding.

"Yes, thank you for sharing the details"

Swing a ston and dagger down your neck muscle, take the paper out of your nose and wipe the blood like it's nothing.

"Well, you heard what I just said?

The Phocarol soldier, who was watching how it was, nodded frightened.

"It looks like we're going to have to stay in this facility for a while longer, so let's unlock the rest of the experiment for the city and the castle, too"

And all the officials in the research facility were murdered by the Origa and the mad fortified soldiers were freed for the castle.

"Now let's move on as planned"

Less than half an hour later, the Origa and the others escaped the capital, Adramelk.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

With an extinguishing verdre on his ass, one, two, three shivers the sword the last fortified soldier shook down with a small machete, sliding up the knife and cleaving the carotid artery to kill him.

In the meantime, Verdre rose slowly, keeping her head size intact, ending in a different appearance that inflated her whole body's muscles several times.

Its eyes are already insane, the blood vessels have emerged on one side of its face, and the peeled teeth have also stretched out more than to become like fangs.

"What the hell is that..."

"This is the latest magic tool that was under development. Instead of making changes that aren't physical strengthening and gaining unusual strength and instantaneous power, you lose your sanity…"

Yug answered the king's question, still with his hips down. If it was meant to be, I would have used it on someone when I was in a pressing situation and brought it to me with the intention of escaping into that gap.

"Has the reinforced soldier been hit and self-inflicted? I didn't expect it to be used by me."

"Have you stopped being a person... Verdre..."

In front of the mourning king, Verdre, who, making noises with the Mississippi, became a giant 4m tall, had struck down a fist that had grown to a certain size.

Of course, the aim is one, two, three.

One, two, three flew wide and rolled, slamming the floor and avoiding even the shards of the beginning.

"You're almost a big demon. When this happens, you won't get through the moves you use on people."

A quick throw of a knife punctures Verdre's tibia so she can be sucked in. But Verdre doesn't even try to stop the movement, rather than react.

"Don't you have any pain, just like that!

Now lie down and exchange arms that have swung heavily, rolling down and avoiding the crushing.

In the meantime, one, two, three are staring at the way they move, skeleton, and muscle, without cutting their gaze after they are free.

In addition, he has picked up the great swords scattered indoors and threw them one after the other.

Its power is so great that every single one of them stands on stone floors and walls to its roots.

"This is already a weapon."

With a bitter smile, I tried to play one with a knife to try, but at best the boulder had weight and speed to get it off track.

"D, w, da...... Kowa, Idalo...... U"

Words like roaring sound uninterrupted.

"No."

Furthermore, this time, the bodies of the reinforced soldiers have also been thrown, but one, two, three, which have become accustomed to speed, are avoided without difficulty.

"It's fun."

Niyah laughed and held the knife back in both hands that he was raising with one right hand, firmly in the right eye.

"I would spare no effort to compete with humans in moves, but that's okay. If the monster is strong, fine."

"Gwwwww......"

Raising a resounding voice from his belly, Verdre squeezed her right hand so tight that it made a critical noise before one, two, three, who wouldn't move while standing pitched.

"Dugaaaaaaaa!"

He comes straight in with his clenched fist, while one, two, three, doesn't show any avoiding motion while standing.

It's like an iron ball for house demolition.

While thinking about things extra, the body is surrounded by moderate tension to trace previously learned "frown spit moves”.

Success was achieved after several attempts, much more unrealistic than the technique of slamming down arrows previously done in the slam. They slip each other's swords upwards by aligning their cuttings with the cutting-edge knives. We can reproduce similar movements between fists.

(Compared to that, it's easier to be big on purpose)

Tell yourself, set your aim on the middle finger of the impending fist, the roundness of the second joint.

I grasped in my earlier observation that the movement of the joints was no different from that of normal humans. If so, I stepped that the motion to rub it up with a knife could be applied as is.

Long thoughts passed in an instant, and the moment of collision was informed by a dry metal sound.

Bones and swords strike each other, and the fists slightly exceed the heads of one, two, three.

But at the same time, a knife stabbed in the fist became the outfit to be taken.

"Guh!"

Unexpectedly distracted by his fist, Verdre was ecstatic when at the same time he realized that his opponent had let go of his weapon. Now the enemy cannot resist.

The moment I returned my gaze to the enemy in an attempt to finally crush him, the enemy was imminent in front of me.

One, two, three were slipping under his arm as he let go of his knife, stomping on his knees and jumping up in front of his face.

"Keep your eyes on the enemy."

Stick the dimension in your right hand against your jaw, and your left hand grabs Verdre's hair.

"Yikes..."

With Verdre's head spinning as it was, the giant cramped for a moment before falling in a ground sound, and then, no more, it didn't move.

"It's not a Kendo game. You can always let go of your weapon."

Jumping off to stay out of the falling verdre, one, two, three slowly picked up the knife and, making sure there were no scratches or bends, approached the throne with it lowered to his right hand.

"... brilliant"

"Hi."

To the word of the king, one, two, three answer lightly.

Whether that was heard or not, I saw one, two, three and Yug was rattling and shivering.

"So, who are you guys?

"I am King Holland, Sprungel Geng Holland"

After his name, the king saw Yug sitting pitifully beside himself.

I feel pity when I think that the little thing that I just trembled and can't name was on the consulting side of my grandson.

"... he just died, my grandson's friend. I was just about to take my place from you."

"Huh?!

Eug, surprised by the king's words, sees the king, but the king does not gaze, he just sighs.

"Why do you think I will protect you this time of year?"

To the king's words, Yug, who hastily tried to escape from the scene, was put on his feet by one, two, three, and fell, and stomped on his back to move his hands and feet like bugs.

"What's your name?

"Hino... Hino..."

Seeing that he was unwilling to answer Yug, one, two, three looked at Sprungel.

"His name is Eug Utileft. Unfortunately, you're a nobleman in this country."

"Right."

Hearing the king's answer, one, two, and three held the sword backwards, and sarcastically severed his neck.

"... so, hero of the Orthon Grande. Kill me and make this country his hand? And one day that ambition..."

"I don't need it, I don't need a country."

He snapped as a pain in the ass, and one, two, three, gave him the sword.

"... what?

"I said I didn't want it. I just want to fight and kill people as a result."

"Hey, what..."

For the first time now, the king realized that the man in front of him was not a hero but a madman.

"I can talk to you in Sashi, so I'm just gonna talk to you today and go home."

"Ko, keep it up to this point and say you don't need any martial arts!?

I don't want it.

The king quickly discerned that there was no falsehood in his eyes, but he still could not believe it.

"It's not just this country. Both Vichy and Orson Grande...... Speaking of which, they have a country in the Beast Man area and beyond. I want them to become a world where we fight and kill each other more and more. And be creative, sharpen your skills and be desperate to fight more."

One, two, three that shines your eyes and speaks of a big future like a child.

"So if your country is going to pull around just a little too, and still mass-produce puppets like this that can't be fought with their heads, then crush them"

Throw away by Verdre, pointing to the fortified soldiers scattered around the corner, one, two, three squeaking their noses.

"Even so, there's nothing I can do if I don't feel it"

So, and one, two, three go on without evil.

"It's a ferocious magic apparatus made by this country. I decided to put that on an appropriately strong demon around the world. One of these days there 'll be damage all over the country, so hurry up and take care of it."

"Then, stupid!

Shout all the time jumping out of the throne.

"If we do that, the damage to the people will increase! How much power should I patrol..."

"So I guess I'll have to work hard to establish a way to defy them, too. We need to think about the possibility of a sudden attack, and the streets won't be safe."

After that, he will not devise a fence, and the king will look at one, two, and three, which he says like other human resources, with a mixed eye of fright.

"Well, you should work hard and think of measures to protect the people. So I have a suggestion..."

It no longer only sounds like a devil's whisper, but Sprungel has to listen.

"If you want to send soldiers to my realm, you can work them out, right?

"Ko, this..."

Sprengel, who had no words for a while, but at the time of receiving a report that the experimental subject was escaping from the soldiers who had rushed in and was rampant, the help to do so was combined to receive a proposal of one, two or three.