Summoned Slaughterer

One, two, three, who were looking up at some falling stone blocks, thought for a moment only, "Shall I absorb them with dark magic, just as I did when I was attacked in the village of Elves?

But not boards and sticks like the last one. As I literally looked up at the impending stone with the momentum to crush it, I thought, "No body." I don't have the body to just throw the big trap you used to target my life into the dark.

And unconsciously, one, two, three bodies leap.

Next on the ground, kick the junction and slide the body in for a gap between the stone and the stone made at the time of the fall.

With the dust falling before the stone, my vision is completely zero, but I move my body by hand with Kang.

The rough rock skin further tore the chin and there was more abrasion on his arm, but he was so excited that he didn't feel any pain.

"Shit!"

The cuff caught on the stone I grabbed so I could hold it.

Naturally, I don't have time to go back and take it off.

He slapped his foot from the top of the stone in a forcible position, reoriented the stone and finally succeeded in ridding it up so that it could roll over the stone.

My heart is pounding loudly over the abyss of death, but the battle is not over yet.

Falling with the stone, one, two, three, passively flushing the shock so as to stick it all over the stone, lurked his breath in the dust that could stand in.

"O king. I'll examine the body, just in case."

"I'll take care of it"

Agathion, sitting on the throne, gave permission to Wegor's prophecy by nodding aloud.

"So..."

When Fegor broke the line, the debris that was trapped overflowed with sand and dust.

In case you were alive, Fegor, who is treading whether it is a bug breath, is not lost in its steps, although he is cautious to the extent of pulling out the knife he is always wearing.

"Well, we have to retreat the rubble..."

I can't even use magic that would cause an explosion in the castle. Wepal would be able to push it away with water currents, but Fegor decided to take a way to push the debris up with dirt magic he wasn't very good at.

All we have to do is peek under the stone and confirm the body of a crushed human being without remnants. You can let someone do the cleanup later.

Where scattering dirt and dust have somewhat subsided, Fegor concentrates his consciousness to the front in an attempt to use magic while holding the knife.

"Yo."

It was the face of one, two, three who meditated on his eyes and the cutting edge of a knife that had not lost any of its brilliance.

"What!?

You're supposed to be blind with sand and dust, but one, two, three punches precisely target Fegor's heart.

But although I was surprised, Fegor was also able to react.

He waved the knife and succeeded in touching it hard on the cutting edge approaching the straight line.

But you can't totally kill momentum.

The cold blade pierced Fegor's right chest.

"Gu..."

Fegor, pierced through his lungs, spits friendly blood from the edge of his mouth, which devoured his teeth, yet grips the blade of the protuberance.

"I'm alarmed... but let me hold this back..."

"Huh?"

I still can't open my eyes, one, two, three, but I felt the same air of junction as earlier. I didn't know what I was after, but I decided to take a distance once, but I can't get the knife out.

Though I put a forward kick in it to thrust it, Fegor won't let go of the knife if he gets his ribs smashed. On the contrary, he circles his body and hugs the knife, also throwing away the knife and grabbing the tweezer.

Fegor laughed.

"I will die soon, but without this sword, it would be impossible for you to fight the king, etc. You are a foolish man against the king, you die here. I'll keep my sword until I see what it looks like."

Soon the junction surrounds Fegor with his eyes narrowed.

One, two, three, who let go of the knife and took a distance, exhaled from his nose.

"Brilliant, Fegor"

Agathion nods satisfactorily.

"Your readiness will pass to all demons. Elves, and as an actor in offensive and demonic rebirth against humans, I will remember."

He can no longer afford to release words, Fegor, but he smiled at Agathion's words and drooled his head.

While the Lord had an inspiring interaction, one, two, and three took the water bottle out of the Dark Magic storage and bathed it with bashbasha and water from his head.

Wash your eyes too and finally regain your sight.

"So, are we done talking?

"Ha, that's a lot of room, human"

Though disguised as a laugh, Agathion's face is drawn.

"Can you afford it? I ended it halfway without letting it stop. I can't help being angry."

One, two, and three, when Fegor grudgingly scorned the bond in which he was confined, slapped him and paid off the dust.

Stir up wet hair.

"It sucks that the enemy is dead at some point. I can't believe I never felt the moment I took my life with this hand. It's humiliating as the person I fought against. I've never been in such a bad mood after fighting in this world."

And one, two, three, pointed to Agathion, and opened his right eye.

"Nice sight to see, but are you ready to fight? Don't imitate it halfway. Now I want to take my life."

"Well, it's not a takeover. It ends unilaterally."

Before I finished, what Agathion unleashed was an ice spear and a fireball.

"Whoa, that's fast."

But compared to the gaps in the stone blocks that crept through earlier, it's warm.

Keep it halfway up, shake your head for ice cubes that blur your hair, and avoid fireballs by walking.

"You have a lot of physical ability in boulders. But how about this?

Over the head of Agathion, countless stone debris emerged.

Each one is about the size of a fist, with a gloss reminiscent of its hardness as if it were metal.

"I'm good at magic by jumping through demons. Especially with dirt magic."

"Thank you."

One, two, three take out the dimensions and squeeze them in your right hand.

"It matters if that works for me. Don't you?"

"You're right. I'll get that answer right away!

Stone rubble looms like a bullet.

The number is ten. There was a sudden difference in velocity due to irregular placement.

Even one direct hit won't spare you a major injury. If the hit is bad, he'll die instantly. A magic attack strikes one, two, three.

But one, two, three began to run abruptly.

"Like! You have such strong magic! This is the other world! It feels like fantasy!

Of the first three that fly in, two avoid and one slap the dimension iron.

I was going to smash it, but the rubble harder than one, two or three imaginations just hit the wall with less momentum.

The hand holding the dimension is paralyzed.

There, the debris that flew in half an instant late smashed the bones of his fingertips around the pinky finger of his hand with the dimensions.

"What pain!

I raise my voice in exaggeration and pain, but I won't let go of the dimension.

"This is it! I wanted to fight like this!

Strike the stone debris that strikes further, and slap the iron on the edge to distract.

Seeing one, two, three laughing high as blood bled out of his crushed fingertips, Agathion glanced at her face wondering if she felt it.

Fegor won't last long either. Agathion laid more stone rubble in an attempt to finish off the madman in front of him early.

Still, one, two, three more move on legs.

One, two inevitably get hit, but they don't take a lot of damage.

One, two, three run up the stairs to the top where Agathion stands.

The stone rubble hits my forehead, but I shake my head and let the momentum flow. But I cut my forehead wide, even if I avoided direct hitting.

"Got it."

Dude, one, two, three bled out, looking down at Agathion.

In an awesome attack, he aimed at Agathion's neck as if he had forgotten the attack, waving a dimension on the horizontal giraffe.

"Ah?"

Feeling a strange response, one, two, three saw the agathion that blood should be blowing out.

There, a boy with a full half of his neck chopped looks up one, two, three laughing at Kerakera.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Even though his throat is missing, Agathion talks the same as before.

The cross section, where the bones and meat were supposed to be uneven, was not even flowing a drop of blood, just seeing something like white sand.

"My body is not like you normal creatures."

The left hand of Agathion, offered in front of the face of one, two, three, could be played.

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"What do you mean!

Imeralia squeezed the letter through her eyes.

Sabnak, standing beside him, says nothing.

It was Chancellor Adore kneeling who answered Imeralia.

"In the name of" sweeping of the vicious demons and protecting the inhabitants ”..."

"Prime Minister, do you think as many as five hundred personnel are necessary for the exorcism of demons? No, even if you don't think about it, Vichy's traders and residents will undoubtedly receive military pressure."

Imeraria, sitting on the throne and holding her head, exhales.

"I know it's odd to blame someone on this occasion. If they say who failed, it's definitely me. One, two, three are not on their way to the wilderness, and Oliga is in the king's capital, so I'm alarmed."

"... who the hell is in command right now without those two?

Adore answers Subnak's question.

"Information from the Knights suggests that she's a girl in the position of Secretary of State... you know?

Naturally, both Subnak and Imeraria know the person.

"You're Alyssa... you're fine, but you shouldn't have been a very unscrupulous kid. What are you staring at, stepfather?"

"No way, I didn't know you had your hands on it before..."

"Oh, there can't be."

Adore, who was staring at Sabnak, who denied by shaking his hands as a boom, noticed that Imeraria's gaze was getting harsher and he drooped his head in a panic.

"Absolutely...... more than that, as Mr. Sabnak is told, it is definitely Mr. Alyssa who is in command of the formation. I can't really imagine."

"It's about Mr. 123, so it's possible that you've been giving instructions for a long time. She's not the only one, and the civilians are still in that territory, even if they're open to slavery, so Mr. 123's political foundations in that territory are strong."

Even roughly domestically as well as in other countries, supported by stable economic power, with a clear chain of command and no political confusion.

"I guess we should be glad that the domestic territory is doing so well, though. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not in the mood for joy with my hands up."

Besides, Imeralia stretches out her clenched letter in the palm of her hand.

"It is good to assume that many territories in the country are known to Focalo for military and economic information because of their connections to the teaching forces and to the civilians who learn and return to their territories in Focalo, which are travelling to various countries"

That part would be letting civilians do it exactly, Imeralia shrugged.

"One, two, three are the ones who indulge in battle, but also hold on to that part."

Whether he was praising or jeopardizing one, two or three, Subnak and Adore looked at each other and hastily changed the subject to Imeraria, who showed a vague face to the distinction.

"Nevertheless, what is military action while the lord is absent? I wonder what they're after."

"Absolutely. Because of the increased interaction with Vichy, even though the area is stable."

Subnak twists his neck to Adore's question.

But only Imeraria looked convinced of everything for some reason.

"It's easy. That“ stability ”or“ peace ”is an unfavourable situation for one, two, three."

The gaze of the two is poured on Imeralia.

"One, two, three will surely not be content until there is a bloody battle everywhere to disrupt this world. And from that situation, I'm going to enjoy how I and the leaders of other countries stand around."

"That's, I don't know..."

"For that one, this world must be very boring. So I guess you're trying to turn the world around, kill it, destabilize it, and turn it into something interesting for you."

Both Subnak and Adore are nodding with serious faces, listening to Imeraria's reasoning.

"... in not so far away, there will be a fierce battle. Mr. Adore, I know it's hard, but I need you to twist your budget. Mr. Sabnak asks you to prepare and train the soldiers jointly with the Knights"

"Yes, sir."

"Your Majesty. Does that mean Vichy will be on the battlefield?

To Subnak's doubts, Imeralia slowly shook her neck to the side.

"No. I'm sure Master One, Two, Three will bring more powerful and troublesome opponents. Wilderness or... or from beyond"

There is a wilderness in that direction that Immelalia turned to.

Now there, what does that man see, feel, and who is he killing?

"We will issue mandatory instructions from the King's Capital to all territories bordering the wilderness. Allow the national army to be stationed in all those territories. I don't even know where the battle starts. Do whatever you can to get ready."

Sabnak bowed his head deeply to the command, which he had been told in a heartfelt voice.