Summoned Slaughterer

"Shoot. Target the enemy in front of you and the guy screaming on that horse"

Ma Carme quietly gave instructions when Occión and other rebels turned their backs and decided they were far enough away.

"But it seems we've come a long way..."

Ma Kalme told the dreaded talking decree without turning her gaze.

"The original spear is twice as far away as it was earlier."

"Oh my..."

As Ma Kalme affirmed, one fired spear after another shoots through the enemy precisely against an enemy that in the bow is as far away as it seems difficult to target.

The enemy army, which came under unexpected attack from the rear, began to escape, disturbing the calculations more than it had gained momentum when it went on the offensive.

"Did I confuse you a little too much? Count Billon has been bothered by the captivity of these men."

Ma Carme laughed bitterly as she blushed her head with her hard, thick fingers and stuff.

"Wow... I didn't know you were going to chase back 500 enemies with just ten people"

"Whoa, don't get me wrong, okay?

Shit, Ma Carme waves her finger.

"Normally, the difference in numbers is an important factor that leads to victory and defeat as it is. This time, it just so happens that they were quick to get in touch and had time to prepare, and they weren't used to the atmosphere of battle at the amateur gathering."

"But if you look at the results, the magnitude of your achievements is immeasurable?

"Silly. This one just drove him, and it was the Earl of Biron who fought mainly with his soldiers out. If it's a feat, Count Billon is the best."

More than that, and Ma Kalme missed the way the enemy forces collapsed into total collapse and headed back down the street to escape, giving instructions to the crew to retreat with each spear and take a defensive stance across the border.

"If there's no one flowing this way, it's over for now"

Ma Carme said she wanted to go home to Focalol and see Secretary Alyssa's face.

"When you're done, tell the Horrant guys what's going on, and we'll pull it out once."

Alongside the ragged and trolleyed and transported backwards spears, the decree and Ma Kalme headed to the Horlant border.

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At the time Occión decided that he had been sufficiently distant from his enemies on the Horlant side, their consciousness was entirely directed at the Biron army from the rear.

"Previous enemies are no longer out of range! Never mind, we will destroy the enemy in the rear!

It was the moment when he changed the horse's direction, pulled out his sword and tried to make a decree of assault.

"Gu Bu!?

A spear shot out at the behest of Ma Kalme broke through Occión's belly from his back.

Split blood pours down on soldiers who were walking around, screaming.

"Shit, General!?

A deputy, who was just returning from the rear, advances his horse towards Occión, who was skewered in front of him.

The soldiers around them were fortunate enough to distance themselves from Occión to escape, and were able to quickly approach the fallen Occión. But the deputy chewed his back teeth off that the soldiers panicked with fear and were not paying any attention to the general's fall.

"General!"

When the deputy pulled the spear out of the fallen and lying occision and held it up in the diaphragm, he had already lost his blood from Occión's face, opening and closing it so that his blue-white lips gasped.

Pulling out the spear is causing more bleeding. In the loose and spilled blood, his guts were also mixed.

"Ah... here, like, by the way..."

"Hold on! I need an allowance in the rear immediately!

With that said, the deputy was also aware that Occión would die. Where do you refer to the rear now that you have been sandwiched by enemies both before and behind you? I'm even angry at my words.

"Garlic, Ro... Garlic!

Occión, who gave the final instructions as he swam his unfocused gaze into the universe, bled hard and died.

In the meantime, there are butterflies and soldiers falling around pierced by spears.

Even those who can't stand fear and lose their minds or try to do it by pretending to be dead are likely to be targeted just standing.

"... everyone, evacuate to Count Billon territory at full speed! Run to a place where the spear can't reach you! If you don't want to die, run!

Screaming at no one, the deputy jumped on the horse again and retreated from the speary hell.

Of course, there were enemies in that direction, and it was only with knowledge that the number would be much higher than the Holland border. What can be done to the U.N. crowd who lost their general for breaking through the decimals and slipping into an enemy country? Instead of breaking the strong enemies that defend their home base, they will be reduced and finished, and there will be no escape.

Then it would be somewhat easier for the soldiers to still find a way to live in the country, the deputy decided.

"Nevertheless..."

And the deputy looked behind his back.

Beyond the soldiers on the side who bring tears and snot and run in desperate shape, about ten soldiers who look small.

"I heard the Holland soldiers were good at magic, but what the hell happened?

Even though I thought I had no choice but to think about it, I remembered a strange poor settling in the corner of my thought.

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Rising before the eyes of one, two, three, Barrzephon caused so much vibration that the streets trembled by turning irritation into a roar.

"Shut up."

Better than that demon guy, but one, two, three grins the knife with a nagging laugh.

"If you're angry, kill the guy in front of you. If you don't get what you want, get rid of the guy who's in the way. Babies are the only ones allowed to cry and wait for things to change."

So kill me, and one, two, three twitch.

"Uuuuuuuuu......"

"It would be easier if enemies could kill just staring. But that wouldn't be boring."

One, two, three, with his right leg forward with his cut to his toe, and placed it in his front eye.

Barrzephone, whose slapped head connected and blood began to solidify, stares at one, two, three with his long arms sluggishly lowered.

"I'll kill you because I want to. Well, we could have checked each other's names, and your wounds would have healed. Shall we resume?"

I just slid my right leg forward by half a step, and Barzephone smashed one, two, three from the big upper section with both arms.

"Oh, that's fancy."

I tried to cut off my falling arm, but both of those arms stopped perfectly, and so did one, two, three knives.

"Gaaaa!"

Immediately, the front kick of the barzephone enters the belly of one, two, three like a pile struck out.

One, two, three let his body float in exhalation and back off as he was kicked.

Intense punching in the tibia in front of him with a patterned head conveyed a definite feeling of broken bones in his hands.

Broken legs didn't balance him, and Barzephon fell, but one, two, three, were also flown back about five meters.

"Ooh."

I coughed up and breathed, and one, two, three, ached with gin, but self-diagnosed that the bone was not broken, and put the knife back together.

In the meantime, Barrzephone, whose broken leg has healed, rises with it.

"You make the same basic body. Just cut it. Okay. The guts that came out are no different than people's."

On one, two, three, approaching defenseless, Barzephon cuts empty over the head of one, two, three, sifting his right hand but gently lowering himself.

As the passing arm, one, two, three of its elbows kick out of thin air, Barrzephon cones and turns his back.

"Yo."

It takes me to slap my neck off horizontally from behind.

Turning off the raised muscles from his developed shoulders and chopping them to half his neck, Barzephone is forced to grab a knife with his left hand to stop him.

One, two, three, is getting fun, saying that he's in an impossible position because he's forced to turn behind him, but still, around controlling the knife movement, stupid power is also a good place.

I can't even slash each hand off because I'm grasping near a dull splint.

"Whoa!?

In the beginning, Barzephone tried to take the knife away, but he was no match, and he had no choice but to pull the body out of the knife, pushing one, two, three bodies aside to dislike it.

Distancing and continuing to stare again, one, two, three realized there was.

"Oh, yeah. You're just in time to try that."

One, two, and three, which brought the knife back to one right hand, bit the middle finger of the glove, which was only on his left hand.

Keep your left hand around, and pull through.

"Ugh..."

The sun that was about to set was supposed to be dyeing its left hand red, but the left hand of one, two, three was black, as if it had been edged and cut, painted further over the darkness.

Does Barzephon also know the difference, he keeps roaring low with his gaze taken from his left hand.

"This. I think I can still do a lot of things, but I haven't had a chance to try it inside. Don't worry, it's not poison or anything."

One, two, and three, laughing karakara, stood to hide the knife of his right hand behind his body, sticking his left hand forward.

He was a frequently patrolling Barzephone, but when he learns that the attack will not come, he strikes himself again towards one, two, three.

Knowing that a massive attack could be avoided, Barzephone uses his two-handed nails and releases a sharp thrust.

"Huh?"

Barrzephon, surprised, opened his eyes round.

As easily as the human body was supposed to pierce, his nails were stopped with his bare hands by the little human in front of him.

"You were surprised?

Laughing mischievously, one, two, three punched Barzephone in both hands with his black left hand.

Most fingers broke in a shamble, and Barrzephon rolled with both hands, calling.

"Gaaaaaa!"

One, two, three nodded satisfactorily as he gripped and opened his left hand.

"Too bad I don't feel the pain in my punched fist (bush), but it's not a problem with solidity"

"Aaaah!"

With him down, one, two, three kicked him in the foot, while one, two, three stuck the knife of his right hand to the ground.

Make sure to stand the blade muscle toward your approaching right foot.

"Gaa!"

With his own force he cut ahead of his tibia, and Barzefon was once again the feather rolling unnecessarily around the ground.

He looks up groaning, looking for his right leg, which should have flown away, but I don't see it.

"This is what we're looking for, isn't it?

On the black left hand of one, two, three voiced, Barzephone's leg is gripped.

"Unfortunately, this is forfeited."

When the cuts that cause the blood to bleed are sucked into the flat left hand, the toe is swallowed up as it drifts.

Barrzephon, who was suddenly looking at it, but when the wound was blocked, he reached the ground and suddenly approached one, two, three with both hands and one leg.

It's just like storage magic.

Stop the poke with your left hand again and break your left elbow with the patterned head.

Grip the tip of the broken arm with your black left hand, but not absorbed this time.

"You can't have a creature.... I need to disconnect."

Slipping the sleigh, and the knife, the left hand of a lightly detached barzephone. Now from his fingertips, he was swallowed up in the left hand of one, two, three, making a shiver and a noise.

"If it's not alive, it's just“ stuff, "then this is it. So, what do you think I'm gonna do to kill you now?

Even as he loses his left hand and right leg, Barrzephone, who stands loose and looks down one, two, three, is hurting himself with his own nails by holding his right hand.

"Gwww......"

Bleeding and falling blood fell to the ground and spread.

"Is the blood red,? It's magical, subhuman, but from normal people like me, demons and humans don't look so different."

Returning the knife to the sheath, and also freeing his right hand, one, two, three struck his tongue.

"It's funny, but this guy is always crazy."

"Waaaaaaaa!"

In a clever imitation of jumping on one leg, the right hand, weighed down by Barzephone, is instead grabbed by one, two, three and fed by a backthrow.

As he grabbed the thrown arm, one, two, three rolled over Barzephon's belly, twisting his arm up as it was, extremely, stepping on his chest.

"That's the kind of power I have, so I don't know if I'm going to have any ideas."

Break shoulder and elbow joints without any hesitation.

The chest bones began to scream at the pressure of one, two, three legs that pummeled and resisted, but were even more powerful.

"It's good to have weapons, good moves, and good moves. Magic, your nails, your physical abilities will be the same."

Release the broken right hand and lean further forward to peek into Barzephone's face.

"But hey, you're gonna die here because you're done there. If you have tools and abilities, you need to think a lot about how to use them to kill people."

One, two, three pull out the knife and plug the blade up under the neck of the barzephone, staring down on his back.

"The only way to decapitate a fallen opponent is to shake a knife down from the top."

Grabbing the head of the groaning Barrzephone, one, two, three tried to draw it in front of him and slid Barrzephone's neck over the blade.

"Gi......"

The severed demon replaced the bubble blowing sound from the way out, and the severed body fell to the ground again.

Even after it was only his neck, Barzephone looks resentfully at one, two, three as he opens and closes his mouth.

"Hmm, that's a lot of life.... I'm very sorry I can't kill you, but if that's the case, let me use it."

Deploying the dark magic storage, retrieving the body without a neck, one, two, three turned to the neck of the barzephone, which hung in one hand.

"Let's call you the assassin unleashed by the new demon king."

When I took the appropriate cloth out of storage and wrapped it quickly, I went back to Focalol in a good mood, looking for the horse I had been waiting for and having a good souvenir.