Summoned Slaughterer

Sooner than someone raised their voice, there was the first victim.

That is the result of that demonic people who were complaining about the Lord, who stood up and sheltered themselves from the one, two, three thrusts that the Lord was unable to respond to.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, run away!

The man who received a thrust in his chest with such momentum that his body floated for a moment was nevertheless desperate to let the Lord escape.

But the dull Lord only made his eyes black and white.

"Ugh..."

"Slow"

While his men were being wolfed for being stabbed in front of him, he was lightly slapped in the neck by one, two, three that approached him.

"Hey, what..."

The man, who sees the end of the Lord with his anguished expression, is cut with a knife from the temple to half his face in that next moment, sprinkling his brains and rolling them.

"Phew..."

One, two, three exhaled heavily as he waved his sword and flew the affixed blood and brains.

And breathe through your nose.

"The air outside is good. It was dusty and I didn't breathe or anything."

A new smell of blood comes on the cold air at dawn.

A lot of people got away with sudden assault by disturbing their calculations, but eventually they made the right decision. Later, he blames his cowardice for fleeing the Wepal against a few, and he gets worried about flying to idleness, but still, his life was long.

What was unhappy were those who decided to stay and fight on this occasion.

"They're alone! Magically shoot him from afar!

Someone on a horse points and screams at one, two, three.

In response, fireballs and dirt from all sides were struck out one after another, aiming at one, two, three.

"After all, are demons better at magic than humans? That's a different speed."

Though impressed, when I do, I shake my body to avoid magical attacks. Pretty slow compared to the fast stone debris that Agathion has unleashed.

One, two, and three, scattered with swords the wind magic attack that came towards the front of his face, turned the knife as it was and put it in the sheath.

"Are you going to surrender now?

One, two, three replied boringly, to the mockery of one of the demons.

"Are you stupid or what? You can't surrender to someone you can beat."

With his patterned head pounding with his left palm, one, two, three grabbed a short knife protruding from the open dark magic in his right hand.

"I haven't had a short-knife arch in a long time, so let's get together"

The short knife created over three days and three nights by the Dwarf Pulfras in Focarol, with reference to the knife held by one, two or three, looks close to the sidelines, but is thick in body and has a less opposite impression of martial bones.

The side difference Alyssa has was aroused and forged by Pulflas, scattered out of the one, two, three that saw this short knife.

Though badly appreciated, I thought one, two, three seemed to be a good place for something that weighed, so I carried it with me.

Hold the blade outward and backwards, with your left hand standing with your hips in a half-body position with your right leg out.

"Strengthen..."

"Don't worry, keep attacking!

Magic attacks concentrate again on one, two, three, but they still don't hit.

Someone cut a numb on one, two, three that I would easily avoid ordered his men to storm.

"Anyway, come and slash me once! If I can create a situation where I can make it stop, I promise you as much as I can!

To the words, all five of my men thrust out loud, although I hesitated for only a moment to see the magic flying.

I have swords and spears in my hand and run to my samurai.

"Take a good look at them. That's not gonna hit me."

Fast legs, walking and avoiding the sword of the man who came running in the lead, then sliding a short knife on his neck muscle to kill him.

Knock off the tip of the spear you've penetrated, step on it and hold it down.

"Ah!?

The soldier, who had let go of the spear, held back in front with the momentum as it stood, dressed to be pierced in the throat by a short knife offered by one, two, three.

The three remaining stop in fear as they are both breathing blood.

On one's back, someone's fireball was hit with a roar and blown forward to be flown.

One, two, three left hands grab that face, distorted by surprise and pain, and slap it to the ground.

After one cramp, one, two, three step forward without transferring his gaze to that desperate soldier.

Still, the two men still remaining stood grasping their weapons.

What could not be pulled later was also the business of making things happen, but in a narrow society in which demons were pushed in, there was no opportunity to rise to a higher position. There is no war, and almost a lifetime of social rank is determined by birth.

It is a major event called the King's hatred that has rolled into it. Even if we don't stop it, if it's a contribution... With that glimmer of hope, the two soldiers were trembling and standing with their spears and swords, respectively.

Depending on the way you look at it, it could be a beauty story. The way he entrusted himself and his family's future to his own life would have looked beautiful to those in the same position.

But I don't respect that one, two, three.

"Die, you morons."

When he slapped the spear with an elbow punch and poked a short knife in the brain, the opponent with the sword kicked his wrist up from the bottom to let the sword go, grabbed his head and hit his jaw hard with his fist with the short knife still in his grip.

The body, with its neck circling and its cervical spine destroyed, lets go of its soul in an instant.

"Don't stand on the battlefield on the frightened side of being pushed by the flow, without gaining the power to fight properly or squeezing your brain to make up for your lack of strength. angry."

One, two, three, were seriously angry.

I don't hate those who can't fight. Whether you're a cook, a civilian or a farmer, if you live your life to the fullest, you think that's a good thing.

But I don't like guys who are willing to keep themselves exposed to the battlefield, with no effort to live or ideas to win, just swing weapons and fight.

"And you know what your raison d 'être is?

One, two, three, pointed to the nobility of the demon clan who ordered the demon soldiers to storm what is now an unspeakable corpse.

"Oh, I was born honorably among the demons..."

I just told you, one, two, three rushed over and beat him up thoughtfully.

The fallen aristocrat is holding his cheek as he spits out some teeth, gasping as if he hit his back and couldn't breathe.

"I wouldn't be. Though it would be useful for you to let soldiers die in order to win. Whatever hands you use, eventually, figure out what you're going to do to kill me, and it's going to be the commander who's going to use the lives of the soldiers for that."

One, two and three appreciate Imeralia, who once and twice refused to leave herself to revenge in order to create a situation in which she could surely kill herself, and who could order her men not to lay their hands on her.

Calm down, he's definitely coming to kill himself. For this purpose, use your positions and thoughts to the fullest, even if you have no fighting power. That was the “human way” that one, two, three sought.

"Some, even slaves, continued their efforts to avenge what they could do in that position"

One, two, three, who crawled and put his foot on the back of a nobleman trying to escape, slowly put his strength into it.

"The guy went a little crazy, but he kept working himself up to avenge himself on his own. Greedy to be strong, I continued my efforts to gain strength even by abandoning my pride"

"Uh-huh... no, please don't..."

The aristocrat, whose spine makes millimetres of noise, is oppressed and unable to speak well, pleads with a small voice.

But one, two, three legs are even more powerful.

The nobles are no longer desperate to breathe and can only grab the ground with their mouths open and closed.

"Your king was strong. Fegor and I did some work to kill me too. A woman named Bennier used the best she could to target my life."

He's already broken a few ribs and stabbed himself in the gut by the pressure of one, two, three legs that began to plunge into his back, bleeding from the edge of his mouth and the nobility is weeping and begging for help.

"I'll kill you. Everyone else here will kill you. I also thought I would leave some behind considering the power of the Demons, but I stopped. Leaving it behind won't help Wepal."

The nobility did its best when the noise containing water and the screaming of the leaking air sounded.

"And then there's you guys."

One, two, and three, who switched shortcuts in sequence, counted the remaining number by circling their gaze.

All that's left are thirty-three later.

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"I want you to explain what you mean!

In a tent set up for Alyssa, commander of the Focarol army, a messenger from Vichy raved his voice.

Sitting in front of him, Alyssa looks straight at the middle-aged man barking as a kyoton.

Mukale, standing behind Alyssa sitting in her chair, was shaking her blue muscles at the messenger's disrespectful behavior, but now Alyssa was the star, holding her fist and enduring.

"I did, didn't I?

With your neck? The messenger does not even try to hide his frustration from Alyssa, who is floating Mark overhead.

I'm guessing this isn't the first thing you heard about Lord Secretary saying, "I'm here to get rid of the demons because they're strong."

"'Cause there's no other reason"

"You think I can believe why! Do you even say you don't know how anxious it is for the people of every city state that makes up my Vichy to have a large army on its borders!

When the messenger slaps the table flat-handed, the cup shakes and the baked confectionery floats from the plate into the universe.

Alyssa, who had picked that baked treat before it fell, threw it poignantly into her mouth. This was also specially made by Kym, and Alyssa loved this baked treat.

'Cause there's no other reason for me to be here.

Let him hold his mouth and then drink his warm tea. Mukale is out of hand for Alyssa, who doesn't like to be hot.

"Really, I knocked down a few demons, too. I'm also training soldiers, but I think you're right about one, two, three, and there's nothing wrong with you? I think the people in town and my uncle have the same problem with demons."

"What... but we're talking about whether it needs to be this big..."

"What about uncle?"

Not suited to face and age, Alyssa's gaze narrowed to look ahead had pressure to the extent that she even stopped talking about messengers past her mid-forties.

"You think it's a good idea to care about someone else and reduce your strength, even if one of your people could die?

"It's..."

"I've been nearly killed by people who thought I was one of them, but dying injuries hurts so much. I'm sad and I can't do it. If someone in your crew is so angry or scared, I'll figure out how they can go home alive, and I'll choose."

Mukale adds tea and Alyssa says thank you.

In the meantime, the messenger is sweating whether he chooses words or not.

"We're here at the will of the lord, Mr. One, Two, Three, and it's an order to defeat the demons, and that's what we're doing for everyone. But if you don't like it, you can't help it."

When Alyssa twisted her neck and gazed at Mukale, and saw Mukale nodding, the messenger finally thought the story made sense, but the reality is not sweet.

"Let's decide which one is right, us who live hard and uncles who have done nothing to combat demons just to complain"

Alyssa laughs corny, but the messenger is no longer white through bright blue to an unexpected conclusion. Whatever that horrible lord might be, he didn't expect a young girl to have such a forceful opinion.

"Oh, that's so lame..."

"Neither Mr. Twenty-Three nor I have said anything weird. It's just a very important and simple story."

Towards a messenger who wolfed and turned small on his chair and sweated like a waterfall, Alyssa slowly, told him to bite.

"If you want it, you have to get it with your strength"

Alyssa's voice, laughing, even though it seemed odd to me when I was helped and taught, was also heard in the ears of the soldiers outside the tent.