Summoned Slaughterer

One, two, three, received the “rubble," and further to the woman of the demonic tribe who had received the roar of Benia, one, two, three, protruded their swords without expression and killed them.

The cutting-edge stabbed without sound so as to be inhaled into the heart, when pulled out, it drips blood and still does not lose its radiance.

"Well."

Throw away the pocket that wiped the blade, blind to the flickering and scattered, and one, two, three, looked out for the remaining demons.

"What are you guys gonna do?

"How about..."

One of them accidentally put it out in his mouth.

One, two, three gaze at the woman.

"Hih..."

"This guy died because he was hostile to me. Not that one, not that one."

One, two, and three fingered were the demonic woman who had just been stabbed to death, and Bereto, who fell down, and Bennea, who exposed herself to an unbroken bifold.

"So, what do you guys do?

"I surrender!

"Wow, me too!

Women of the devil tribe who raise their hands one after the other.

Some of them were armed, but they hurriedly threw them away, opened their hands, and appealed diligently for no hostility.

"Oh, you guys are doing really well..."

"After all, the Demons are basically sturdy."

One, two, three were impressed with Wepal, who was finally able to wake up his body, and shook his head vertically.

One, two, and three, who tried to go to Wepal, stopped his feet and looked around at the other demons.

"Is there anyone in this that can magically heal wounds?

Put your hands up about two people silently.

"Then you should cure Wepal. You're gonna make a good score."

The two of them, who don't know what it means to be told, look at each other.

"This Wepar is the next Demon King. This is your chance to get a promotion at once."

The one who reacted to it was Wepal, whose back one, two, three were turning.

"What are you saying all of a sudden..."

"You're right."

One, two, three look back, placing the knife in the sheath and adjusting its position.

"The king here wants to fight me. If the king dies, there will be a cauldron, right?

"You think you can kill a king? If you win, it's not natural for you to be king."

Well, then, no.

Same reason Agathion can't be king now, says one, two, three.

"It's only my cane, but that king is strong, and he turns his head. You can't end up with someone protruding like that getting the world. Even if there is a battle, if you do it all the way, you will be at peace. Stagnation will come and people will not live in danger. I'll stop trying to survive."

Pong, and one, two, three slap the patterned head.

"The forces of the world better be as antagonistic as they can be. And while we live within reach of each other, we should continue to think about how we can literally fight each other's lives and outrun our enemies in every phase."

"So, why me?

Wepal glanced at one, two, three, under the healing magic of both of them.

"Easy. You wouldn't abandon the Demons and run away. It would not be a good idea for the Demons to fall apart. He will desperately use his head for the peace and stability of the Demons so that the Demons can fight through"

Just about, one, two, three laughed.

"... I thought you were an exciting man, but it was more than I ever imagined."

"I'll think of it as a compliment"

"I ask you once, where are you going?

Wepal spoke to Wepal, who had finally recovered to the point of being able to stand, as he began to walk.

"Of course, it's at the guy who's after my life.... yes, yes. I'd rather have a souvenir."

When you pull out the sledge and the sword, the demons begin to softly distance themselves.

Don't be scared.

He smiles bitterly, ston, and drops Bereto's neck.

Everyone silently dropped off one, two, three, who grabbed his short hair and then left with a word.

"Uh... is the captain going to be king?

"You just tried to kill me, and I can tell you better."

"Oh, that was reluctant with orders!

Wepal sighed at the words of the girl who was healing magic.

"Fair enough. If this happens, I can only take care of it."

Paying the dirt and dust attached to his clothes, Wepal fixed his clothes.

My skirt was torn when I was beaten up, but I can't care less.

"Nevertheless, it's shaq that the conversation goes on where I don't know it. You guys, do as you please. If you're scared, hide somewhere, and if you care about the fate of the Demons, follow me."

Half the demon tribe on the spot followed Wepal, who began to walk after one, two, and three.

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One, two, and three steps were gradually faster, and by the time the entrance and exit of the castle were visible, they had begun to run.

"To, human!?

"Stop, stop!

Two guards stood before the gate, one, two, three, running all over the dark city waiting for dawn.

Still, instead of slowing down the speed, one, two, three, raised the gear even more, screamed.

"If you're in front of me, I'll kill you! If you avoid it, I won't kill you!

To that voice, one accidentally jumped away.

The watchman, who looked at his colleague with regret for what he had avoided, was to see up close the shocking sight of a sword strike unleashed by one, two, three from his waist cutting together a wooden gate with his colleague.

Not long before he screamed, the mutilated soldier rolls toward the castle grounds with the door.

"Come on, let's stick it out and go wild."

Watching the knife, squealing like talking.

Zorozolo and the demon soldiers gathered in front of the castle gate, which made a flashy noise in the boulder.

Each one of them is grabbing a weapon or taking a stand to unleash magic, I don't see any alarm.

Zokri, and a cold one ran on the back of one, two, three.

"Ooh, you're scaring me"

Words are on the back, faces are laughing.

The beginning of the battle was magic unleashed by someone.

The fireball, about the size of a hug, passed by the side of one, two, three whose body shifted only one step, but there was no room to look where it was going.

In a well-trained move, a few people stormed out their weapons to match the magic.

"I'll do it. But!"

The tip of the spear, which approached Gui, was cut off from each enemy forearm with a sword waved by one, two, three.

The rest are swords.

It all ends without hitting one, two, three, just letting the other blade chip.

"Yikes!"

"Ugh..."

I slit the throat of the demon clan who lost his arm, stabbed him in the stop, and slaughtered two soldiers to return their wrists and continue to stand up sword-wielding soldiers.

Running further, he releases the people he has surrounded to a group of people who will unleash magic.

"This!"

"Blow it up!"

Stone rubble strikes the whole body of one, two, three pushed by a gust of wind.

The demons, fearful of the impending one, two, three, while playing only what hit the deadly part, created a giant fireball that spanned a metre in diameter by unleashing magic at the same time.

"Ugh!

Exhale and wave down the sword placed on the large upper section.

Beautifully divided into two pieces, the lump of flame lets only heat swaddle around the knife and fog away.

"I'm getting used to magic, too, I guess."

While making fine scratches all over your body with stone rubble, one, two, three still won't let you cut your breath.

"Still, can you do something? The woman with the gray cape had some funny moves."

Bennier's roar was a form of magic that handled sound, but for one, two, three, it handled one-shot arts.

However, she still has a high reputation for making up for her weakness.

"Show me more stuff. So I can grow up too."

One, two, and three, with their swords in their eyes, licked the blood that flowed through their cheeks and touched the edge of their mouths.

There are more than 30 demons gathered in front of the castle gate.

There are three people who have already turned into corpses. The number of advantages remains unchanged, but the momentum is overwhelmingly one, two, three up.

Walks that do not show fatigue are streamlined as if they were taking steps in the dance, as if flickering swings are inviting the demons.

A man with a melee weapon fleshes to one, two, three, and tries to stick a blade in his belly, he is broken in the back of his hand with a patterned head, and before the released weapon hits the ground, he is slapped in the head and dies.

The demonic woman, scattered one blade after another with a sword of wind magic, could only be frightened against the one, two, and three that approached her, and she was cut off her thin neck without resistance.

The man, kicked in the knee by one, two, three in an attempt to slap the sword, was pierced in the heart as he stared at his own knee, bent the other way.

Seeing a colleague trying to merge magic again, the Demon Clan found that the colleague had already fallen on his back, bleeding from both eyes, and was equally pierced with a knife through both eyes at a startling stiffness, breaking his brain.

Plus, the Blood Feast continues.

During the day, the garden in front of the castle gate, which is generally liberated and also used as a place for citizens to relax, is littered with martial bone stone walls, with colorful flowers blooming every season. This time of year, there are bright white flowers that emit a sweet fragrance, but the fragrance had been wiped out by the smell of reversible blood.

From his nose, one, two, three, inhaled the smell plenty, exhaled slowly from his mouth.

"Come on, you still have more than half left. Like, let's have more fun."

One, two, and three, wiped blood with a pocket, nabbed and barefoot.

As he wrapped his fingers around his hands and loosened his joints, he grabbed the spear that the enemy protruded when he saw it as a gap, pulling it closer.

The demonic man, attracted to his body, tries to stop by stomping, but the momentum of the spear protruding with his weight does not stop easily, partly because one, two, three, induced him.

When I finally stopped, one, two, three toes kicked up my groin. Foam sprayed, kneeling, one, two, three elbows slapping the skull at an affordable height.

One, two, three, who sprayed his nosebleed and crushed the fallen man's neck, stepped straight in and ran out again.

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"That's it. That man's strength is considerable, but that sword is amazing."

Agathion, looking down through the window of the castle, shrugged as he saw one, two, three.

By the side, Fegor is standing.

"That's amazing. You've smashed a magic fireball."

Fegor nodded with a serious face as he turned to Agathion with a laugh as if to enjoy the spectacle.

"Probably came through the elf forest with the power of that weapon. Physical abilities should also be noted, but in the unlikely event of an intrusion into the castle, it would be easy to kill with the help of the king."

"Fegor"

Agathion's sharp gaze captures Fegor.

"I don't really like gambling. I don't like the word" I guess ”or anything like that."

"Excuse me"

"I feel a little unwell, but shall we use the hall trick?"

Agathion shrugged after dressing to worry for a while.

"Please wait. No matter how strong they are, the soldiers are still the overwhelming majority, and even if they break in, they have me. Even if you can't move yourself..."

"No, Fegor. You wouldn't even believe the soldiers would do something about it, would you?

Look, Agathion urged me to look in front of the castle gate with his gaze.

No longer had the demon tribe's number been reduced so close to destruction that more than twice the number of those standing had fallen and fallen.

"Ha! That guy is funny. He's killing my soldiers with his bare hands. If you weren't human, you wanted to be a force of war."

Agathion, clapping his hand and laughing, stood up in large measure.

"Fegor, I won't let you fight for yourself. Like I said, I'll leave the hall trick to you. I'll be ready to welcome him."

"... Your will"

From the room where you can see the main entrance that became the battlefield, Agathion leaves without a footstep, followed by two samurai.

Fegor, who dropped it off, once again dropped his gaze on the battlefield.

"One, two, three, huh? For the prosperity of the devil tribe... let us be a stepping stone for the king's sorrow"

Spitting out words that nobody was going to let him listen to, Fegor left the room softly to move the trick the king wanted.