Summoned Slaughterer

Contact between the knights and the slum dwellers began with a conversation.

Several power-proud beasts stand in the passage that serves as the entrance to and exit from the slam, building walls with their own bodies.

"Make way, beasts"

It is Zebul, who commanded the king to respond to the beast man during the sight, who makes a high-pressure statement from above the horse.

"Where I caged you, your life expectancy will only grow a little. Surrender, for how much happier it will be to live as a slave than to lose your life."

It was the humans who fled into the slums who panicked more than the Beastman to a dialogue that just said they were not hairy enough to have a discussion.

A few people noticed the disturbance, standing behind the beasts and listening.

"Wait! There are humans here too!

Through the midst of the beasts, a man waved his arms desperately, claiming their presence.

But Zeble's response was cold.

"We do not even deserve hesitation in front of our noble mission, such as the life of every civilian. Die in regret of your own stupidity for the filthy beasts."

"Well, that's because the soldiers didn't protect us!

Zeble laughed back with a nose at the man screaming his throat all ripped.

"You don't deserve to be protected, I thought I told you now?

"Oh no..."

One beast man laid his hand on the shoulder of a man on his knees disappointed.

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe."

"Right. We have to thank the humans here. In many ways."

Zeble, who saw the leopard beastman laugh at Kerakera, distorted his mouth uncomfortably.

"Don't let the beast use people's words! Everybody, pull out the sword!

Soldiers and knights alongside Zlari pull out their swords. Will there be a total of 50 people? I may say spectacular depending on what you see, but I can't even say that in my relative position.

Especially what the knight on the horse has is a long sword that envisages swinging down from the top of the horse, and there is something grandiose about its style.

But there was some room on the Beastman's side.

"Oh, they're coming, they're coming!

The Dog Beast Man Geng is also in this place.

In receiving guidance from one, two, three, the most focused geng has not moved slightly, if not frontally, the human knight.

"Heh. Compared to Mr. One, Two, Three's intimidation, those guys don't even fart!

The beasts around them also agreed to the hanging up.

Seeing it, a knight using a horse leaves a soldier behind to protrude.

"All right! We'll do what we're taught!

"Whoa!"

The first thing the tempered beasts did was retreat toward the slums.

Powerful beasts take charge of the sheer humans and retreat neatly.

"Ha! I hear the beasts have done nothing but fear."

"Get in the slam like this and kill them all!

The knights, who raised their temper and increased the speed of their horses, approached the beasts straight, without worrying about the soldiers running from behind.

"I'm the first!...... whoops!?

A horse driven by Zebble suddenly fell to the foreground out of balance.

A giant tiger beast man stands in front of Zeble, shaken down in front of him.

"Ooh, how do you feel falling off a horse?

"Don't you dare! The only beast flair I can do is wield my arms...... but......?

When Zeble stood up with his sword back in his grip, the Tiger Beast Man was wielding a roundabout nearly 3 m long with astonishing force.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you can only swing around. It's not just my arm!

With a full swing of force, Marutai, Zeble was slammed against the street wall, breaking through the slab wall and forcing him out of the battlefield.

In the meantime, the horses of the impending knights are rolled one after the other, knights in armor being slapped to the ground.

"I see, this is easy"

Geung, who watched at a distance, couldn't laugh at the fact that the measures fitted well.

It's a very simple thing to call a trap, and I just made a ton of small pitfalls about 20 centimetres deep in the street at the entrance into the slam.

If you run on a wheel, it's only big enough to ignore, but if you're a horse or a person's foot, you catch it.

Furthermore, by the thankful consideration of one, two, three: 'It's hard to imitate a blade and cut it, you won't remember it right away', the Marutai remains intact for the beast man who harnesses his strength. I'm letting a powerless beast man have a long spear.

From a distance that does not even reach the long sword, the legs of the subsequent soldiers stop when they see the knights being poked by spears and smashed by the marutai. The narrow slam entrance was quickly blocked with the cavaliers' bodies and knights who lived hard and groaned to retreat.

"I didn't know humans would be beaten up with human wisdom, even if it was spicy."

Geng grinned.

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Buell, king of Swordlante, who did not imagine as much hairy as the knights were in crisis or anything else, was drinking light liquor after a sweat in a dim bedroom lit with candles.

On a bed shaken and disturbed, the Cat Beast Man woman is loose and her breath is constantly falling.

"Hmm. You had a pretty good meth today. Let's praise him and send him."

Having tasted the feel of alcohol through his throat, Buell doesn't give a glimpse to the cat beast man, even though he says he praises him.

"Hey, someone bring stronger booze!

Buell's loud voice sounds.

But no one answers that.

"What's up! There's nobody here!

When I raised my anger, the door to the room finally opened.

But it was the Beast Man who came in.

"I killed all the humans on this floor. And then it's just you."

Sarg, the beastly beast man drenched in return blood, pointed to Buell and made him strip his teeth.

"The incompetents of the escort... The Kings themselves need to re-educate the knights to exterminate the beasts."

When Buell pulled out the great sword that was standing beside his bed, he set it up for Sarg. Just one gown, but the grandeur speaks of the martial arts.

"Our clan killed the beast with this sword, and set up a kingdom in this desolate land. If you go to hell, you should be proud of the other beasts. He said he was murdered with a sword of origin."

"You're the one who dies. The beast man pushed into the human city, I'll open it!

"Don't skip the bullshit, Shiro"

Buell's stepping in, fast.

Against a sword swung down head-on, Salg, who twisted his body and avoided, stuck his right hand out as it was.

The sharp nail is slapped with a sword pattern and deflected from orbit.

"At the minute of the beast, make a pretty good move"

The sword aimed at his neck was stopped by Sarg holding his arm, and Buell responded with a head poke against the bite of a counterattack.

The sound of meat and bone bumps continued, Sarg followed the wounds slightly all over his body, and Buell also cut his forehead and bled hard, bruising all over the place.

"Hmm. It's been a long time since I've had a toothy opponent. But that's it."

In Buell's view, Sarg's fatigue, which has fought security so far, is at its peak, and his movements are gradually dull. I have swung my sword and staged attacks before, and I won't be able to handle the next thrust I intend to roll out.

With one punch in the neck, this fight is over.

But there was an unexpected intrusion.

"Nooo!?

Suddenly, a cat beast woman stuck to Buell's leg.

"You!

The furious Buell kicked the woman's head up hard, and the woman with the broken neck bone was cheated and weak and out of breath.

But that would be a deadly gap for Buell.

"Ooh!"

Barking Sarg's nails protruded into Buell's belly and pierced deep enough to push up his back skin.

"Gu... Bu..."

Spit blood, and Buell kneels.

"Yours... you lose..."

As Buell was discerning, Sarg's health was the limit. If this blow had been avoided, it would have been Sarg who lost.

Sarg, whose knee power fell out and sat on the floor, saw a cat beast man who risked his life to create an opportunity for me.

Sarg burst into tears as his neck bent in an unawares direction, toward a corpse with a vain eye.

"Sorry... if I were stronger..."

"Oops. Did you make it? Is it out?

In the room where no one is supposed to be, the voice of a man other than Sarg sounds.

"So, who?

"Yo."

As for the floor, the fifth floor part, but one, two, three glistened out of the window, which was supposed to be quite tall.

Hook a sickle on the edge of the window and leap into the room in a light motion.

"You still have breath," he glanced at Buell, who was falling, taking the magic medicine out of storage and bashing it on Buell's wounds.

"Hey, do what..."

"Yeah? You. It's my turn next. Look, you too."

Open the other bottle and drop the liquid from the sitting Sarg's head.

"Ugh... a scratch?

I felt my body hurt by Buell's sword recover in no time, and at first I was surprised, Salg, but I noticed that I had put the same thing on Buell first.

"No way!"

"Ugh..."

As Sarg feared, Buell, who was supposed to have been in the abyss of death, stood up with groans and looked down at his wounded body.

"This... what the hell happened?

"It's late to wake up. Now get up. The wound has healed."

"Did you do it?"

Standing up, Buell has a belly that is visible inside the torn gown.

"It's completely blocked. I don't know what magic is, but some things are handy. Let's praise him and send him."

"Oh, yeah."

To the attitude of one, two, and three gently flushed, Buell showed frustration, but it was Sarg who raised his voice first.

"What are you thinking! That cat woman made a gap with her life on the line, and she said she thought she could finally kill her!

"Right. Looks like that's where your battle ended. Osama lost and the bear managed to win with help"

The two fingers, pointing in turn, stared at one, two, three, right after the killing, but all together.

"So, it's my turn next. I don't have a hobby for weak people. I just made him recover."

It would be full of chivalry, he laughs, but Buell shouted that it wasn't every laugh.

"You! Whatever you do to thank me for my recovery, what is that attitude in front of the king!

"Yeah, yeah, that's it"

One, two, three laugh niggardly.

"I don't care because I'm a king, that doesn't matter. I saved your life. You have to thank me."

"Shit. You're still a lousy man. How much do you want?"

Arm together, one, two, and three looked and answered Buell's attitude, which looked down.

"This country"

"What!?

"If it's unacceptable, that life will still be gone today, right?

"You're going to threaten the king!

Grabbing the sword, Buell tried to slap the sword at the neck of one, two, three.

But only slightly down, the sword cuts off the sky.

"Yes, yes. Fight if you don't want to. You two can do it at the same time. I wanted to do it, so I climbed all the way up here."

When the words of one, two, and three were finished, both Sarg and Buell struck one, two, and three with us first.

Sarg's nails aim at one, two, three chests, and Buell's sword at his throat. We're both poking.

"Nice. That's fine."

Sarg tried to stick his fangs out as he pulled his arm, aiming at one, two, three that came into the side.

"You have to be very careful when you open your mouth."

The tip of the dimension held in the hand of one, two, three strikes a pointed fang from the front.

Buell waved his sword down from the top as one of his fangs broke and jumped over Salg crouched in his first pain.

"Die!"

A sword of weight looms at considerable speed.

Deciding that straining would sever him, one, two, three reached out and grabbed Buell's arm, throwing Buell away with the momentum to cut him down.

"Ooh!?

Surprised by his first experience of being thrown, Buell was slammed to the floor in disguise.

One, two, and three, looking back, saw Sarg striking as he did not rise from his nogging position.

A sharp poke using a spring all over his body tore one, two, three cheeks shallow in spite.

"Well done"

tangle the extended arms and push the elbow and shoulder joints extremely Salg to the floor.

On its neck, wave down the sickle relentlessly.

(Done, or... sorry, Orla...)

At the earliest moments, Salg remembered what his beloved daughter looked like, falling asleep without ever waking up. Please, hope you survive the wilderness with those tiger children.

"... If you're going to kill the Beast Man, aren't you on the human side? Why are you trying to kill me?"

Buell, who hits him hard in the back, stands up with his trembling body supported by a sword.

"I'm not on either side"

Storing a clam that wiped blood with a pocket, one, two, and three, bare hands, rested on the half with his right hand leg in front of him.

"I'm just wandering this world in search of battle"

"You lunatic..."

Buell, who was finally able to lay his sword on his shoulders, had fear and respect for the enemy who stood in front of him with an unusual presence while his bare opponent.

I even thought that if this man had been one of his own, he could have crushed the wilderness and expanded the country.

"Whoa, whoa!

The roaring blow of Buell was an uncharacteristically honest hit down.

A fast, heavy blow could have scratched one, two, three if in best condition.

As earlier, the moment one, two, three went to grab his arm, Buell dropped his hips to prevent him from being thrown.

But let me even deal with that. One, two, three.

He stopped grabbing his arm, entered Buell's pocket, and limped up his opponent's legs with both hands.

Defeated behind him, not in front, Buell punches the back of his head on the floor and hastily tries to get up, but he doesn't have the strength in his knees.

When I stood up to support my sword, I was twisted and broken my cervical spine by one, two, three hands.

In the bedroom where the three bodies fell and lay down, one, two, three touched the wound on the cheek put on the salg and licked his own blood on his finger.

"At least we need more guys who can do this."

While complaining, for the first time in a long time, the scratched excitement prevented one, two or three from even laughing up from the bottom of his belly.