Summoned Slaughterer

Behind Nergal on horseback was sometime switching from an Orthon Grande soldier to a Holland soldier. They look to the countrymen, who are firmly in the front, including many magicians.

At the end of that gaze was also Tannin's figure, who was eager to see how he was doing on the horse.

Oh, thank you.

Tannin was grinning bitterly that he was making a miscalculation.

Nergal would have been given an exit permit with the signature of former King Sprungel as proof of himself, but he didn't think he could compete with Kzem alone, the number of people.

"Oh man, my uncle thought there was something missing about people right now...... more than that, should we praise Nergal? You brought in a lot of people."

Out of the way, but I can't stop sweating that conveys my cheeks.

As Tannin sees it, more than two thousand Negarian direct soldiers are now confronted with more than three thousand people on Kuzem's side. In addition to the soldiers who were on the border, most of the Horlant nobles along the way offered to defer to Nergal and also lent their troops to the fullest.

The idea of the nobles is simple. Because the economic future is higher in Nergal, which is friendly with the Orson Grande. Of course, it also means you don't want to fight the Orson Grande.

Of course, I only explain to the soldiers simply as a battle for justice.

"If you are a wise Holland soldier, you can determine where there is justice! Knowing about me, and they chose to fight with me! This is proof that I am here and that I stand as an authentic heir!

Nergal's voice is heard by Tannin.

Naturally, those around us hear the story. My gaze at myself anxiously is depressing.

"This is tough."

Tannin's little squeal didn't sound like anyone was happy or unhappy.

"See how things go a little. When I give the signal, that disgusting thing on the front line... no, let it go behind the front row"

A soldier who hears the instructions gives Tannin his opinion in advance.

"Wait, then the soldiers in the front row will be involved"

"It's my decision."

"But..."

"That's an uncontrollable substitute anyway. Besides, the guys in the front row will betray you anyway."

Well, look, Tannin snorted on the horse, staring at Nergal and the soldiers around him.

The soldiers on Tannin's side, especially the groups in the front row, were confused by the appearance in front of them of those who clearly knew they were soldiers of the country.

"That's definitely a Holland soldier, isn't it?

"But the order..."

"The king will be above the prime minister!

"You're not a king yet, are you?

Speak words, let your gaze swim, and wait for someone to give you an answer. They are good soldiers, but therefore cannot judge for themselves.

"As what will be king"

The words of Nergal encourage them.

"If we pave the way, let us meet as a people. But if you're going to be at the mercy of those who monopolize the state, you can't forgive them."

But never gentle.

"I don't want a fight, but I won't hesitate to fight to get Holland right into the country!

The spear from Tannin's side stopped and the magic barrier was erased.

As Nergal slowly advances his horse, so does his army.

The lost and bewildered soldiers retreated as they broke the line to the pressure.

What Tannin “transported” from the capital was no longer a person.

It was that Kuzem took over the research ordered by the dead king Prince Verdre, even kept secret by Sprungel, until it was incomplete but usable.

Verdre seems to have intended to apply this to all regular soldiers at dawn when this study was successful.

The study was called the "Immortal Soldier Project” at the time of Verdre's survival.

"Master Tannin's orders. Get ready to unleash them."

"... Are you sure?

Transport immortal soldiers... No, the isolated carriage soldiers listened back with a frightened look because they knew what was in it.

"You're still here. I know when to get away with it. But..."

The soldier who conveyed the instructions distorted his face as he saw his confused allies on the front line just around the corner. Because it was easy to imagine the consequences of the release of immortal soldiers.

"Not yet, just an order to get ready. Nothing, I didn't decide to do that."

Rest easy, everyone knew.

"Oh, I'll stop! I don't know which way to go!

One soldier threw down his weapon, unable to withstand Nergal pressure.

"Well, then I won't either!

When the hoop comes off, he dumps one weapon after another from the soldier he was in front of.

"Wait! Running away in front of the enemy is a felony!

Outside the streets, when those who go off the line begin to continue, Captain, each soldier commands him to return in a hurry, but few obey, even if some are bewildered by his voice.

"It's more than becoming treason!

When someone screams, the surroundings are convinced of it too, and the voices that endorse it spread like ripples.

No longer, Nergal is also stopping moving forward and staring at the situation.

"... I hope you don't have to be on my side, but you'll just keep disintegrating"

In our meeting with Imeraria, it would be good if we were to endorse and accompany Nergal's speech. Go for the capital by passing with full vigilance if you don't get in the way without obeying.

If even some of them seemed to attack, they would strike quite a blow.

Nergal is heartily dismayed that the initial attack of the Focalol soldiers was a complete irregular, but that they were able to create the situation as expected.

Confusion still persists, but the already lined-up situation is gone, and more and more soldiers are fleeing. If we keep going, the front line will lose its function as an army, and then if it is a decent general, it will once retreat and return to the capital.

I just saw one thing in Nergal that bothered me. Beyond the enemy front line, a strangely large square carriage began to collapse.

Nergal doesn't look familiar to a carriage in that shape. I also thought someone around the command had made me build a boxcarriage, but in doing so, I only see a window as small as I'm sorry.

Nergal was nervous, he said. But I still don't know what I can't see. I can't see the contents of the box until I open it.

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"Is that it?"

Several Phocarol soldiers were in formation at the edge of the line, crossing Negarian soldiers who consolidated the front line, and Alyssa was there as commander as well. When a large group of allied Holland soldiers suddenly came forward, they were dressed to be pushed out.

If the original meeting seemed to see the Horrant soldiers out to the front line, the Focarol and Orson Grande soldiers were supposed to give way to the place, but only Alyssa and about twenty soldiers remain to grasp the situation.

"Did you see anything, sir?"

Soldiers shouldering Alyssa, who said there were many adults and they couldn't see well, were resented by their colleagues around them. They asked with a smile as they were seen with their eyes.

"There's a mess over there, but there's some kind of old carriage"

"Carriage? Are you even here, noble boy?

"It's not flashy, I don't know, like I left the box there"

As Alyssa held her neck open as she made a shelter with both hands and looked across, the door that was on that box was opened.

"Ugh..."

Seeing what came out, Alyssa stretched her tongue and glanced at her face.

In the distance, at first it looked like a soldier with just simple armor. I'm not tall or musculoskeletal, I'm rather skinny.

The difference was in the face I saw under my limp helmet.

"What, that..."

The nose beam is as low as shredded, the eyelids hanging and constantly spilling saliva from the purple-colored lips. At first glance it did not seem sane, but there were even more purple and dull black spots all over his face, which Alyssa did not know, but were the very spots of those who died of poison and so on.

The expression is flat as it fell out, just blurry.

"It's like I've seen it somewhere... Ah!

What Alyssa remembered was a friendly number of bodies, seen in the town of Vichy called Rhone. The bodies that were murdered without expression, and those that were rotten without a scratch.

The soldier's head in front of him was beaten petite, and Alyssa, hurrying down from above her shoulder, threw a grand nausea on the spot.

"Hey, Secretary?

"Are you all right? Water, water, please!

Alyssa spits and says no to each of the soldiers surrounding Alyssa offering cloths and water bottles.

"Peep... that's okay. than that......"

"Ghaaaa!

"No, don't!

The moment Alyssa tried to direct something, a scream came from the enemy soldier.

The immortals started attacking the Kuzem soldiers, not the enemy.

Can't you have a sword, he rarely wields a blade fixed in the small hands of both arms to arrow cod, clinging to those nearby and biting.

Colleagues slash the back and arms of immortal soldiers to help their captured companions, but instead of leaving, they don't react properly.

"Oh......"

When a soldier who had his neck strapped and was bleeding badly, the target of the immortal moves to another soldier who is still standing and walking.

"What is that..."

Alyssa arrived, not knowing how to cope with the tragedy that unfolds in front of her, but rather jumping over to the breathtaking Negar, drawing soldiers to escort Negar.

"Oh, Mr. Alyssa?

"Lower your troops immediately! That's not safe!

Without waiting for a reply, Alyssa grabbed the horse's wax (wax) on which Nergal rides and, dexteringly reoriented, jumped behind Nergal and began to gently tap his horse's ass and run.

"What are you keeping? It looked like the other soldier was fighting each other..."

"I don't have time, so I'll be brief, but Holland's pills and magic props? So I've seen people who no longer know if it hurts or scares them! With it!

When Imeraria came to the front of the trolley she rode, Alyssa jumped off the horse and Nergal rushed to pull the reins to stop the horse.

"What happened? It seems to be noisy over there..."

"Ask Mr. Nergal for an explanation!

Abandoned, the Orthon Grande soldiers gave a muddled look to Alyssa as she ran away to the place where the Focarol soldiers were gathered, but Imeralia herself doesn't even care now.

"Oops. Did the Holland's hidden balls and dots come out?"

One, two, three, who heard the story, ran out to get up or no or start off the trolley, and Origa chased him silently.

Even as Vine was bewildered by the sudden, she took a glimpse of Puse and then followed him after one, two, three.

"Er..."

"I hope you're resting here. Don't they even drink tea?

Immelalia smiled at the lost poose.

"Princess. You're calming down."

"I'm used to it."

Ordered to prepare tea, Imeraria turned her gaze to the front again.

"And now is not the time for me to move."

Imeralia smiled, recommending the treat.

"Let the rough stuff be left to those who like it. Ladies deserve more use of wisdom."

"I see."

Puse was open and impressed by the upper-class narrative. She also has a poor and dear personality because of her appearance, but the basics are wild people who have spent time gathering and such in the woods, and her lifestyle is close to the Beasts.

"... that, but the other day, I jumped out onto the battlefield on a horse..."

"Mr. Sabnak"

Imeralia staring, snapping, and heeling at Sabnak remembering the extras.

"Don't you think it's odd that my army won't respond to anything just because I won't move"

"We'll take care of it right away! Vayer, where have you been? Vayer!"

Dropping off Sabnak, who jumped off the trolley to escape, Imeraria blurred "at all".

"His Majesty the Imeraria. … it's hard to say, but perhaps soldiers using magic drugs developed in my Holland are being used."

"What kind of medicine is that?

It's just a guess, but with a forethought, Nergal says.

"Dead...... Among the things that Prince Wang, crusaded by Count Toono, was doing his research, blunting human fear and pain. Also, on the contrary, something that amplifies the emotions of human anger. For a short time, I was wondering if you had succeeded in creating an" aggressive yet painless soldier "to see the situation…"

"I see. That big soldier seemed very dull too, but he said he would do it at the size of a normal soldier. But isn't that weaker than a big soldier?

Imeraria asks what it means to make it the same size as a regular soldier.

"Reinforced soldiers had difficulty operating because of their size. Gear will be specially ordered."

If it's a general soldier size, you can push it into a cage or something like a slave. Plus, you can use your gear around from other soldiers. I don't even complain about giving you what you stripped from the dead.

"I mean..."

"With a large number of immortal soldiers at a time, you can crush your enemies, whether they're slashed or poked at you."

"A long time ago, you developed a troublesome drug."

Huh, and Nergal clenched his neck at Imeralia, who leaked his breath out of his mouth and put his mouth on tea.

"For a long time, the... seems to calm down..."

"Dear Nergal, Although the Focarols are selfish people who can't help themselves like that, and my knights are somewhere too light due to their influence."

Place a cup of tea and chew with a hot exhale.

"I trust you only in your strength."

"... I'm impressed. Then I shall return to the front line and fight with my soldiers in your country… so that I, too, can be a trustworthy monarch of the people like you"

Imeralia was jealous of Negar as he ran back to his horse.

"If I were a man, I would have been allowed to run around the battlefield like that,"

"Elves do not concern men or women, but are humans different, mainly because they fight with magic?

To Puse's question, Imeraria answered with a bitter laugh.

"Sometimes I can't breathe, but I've failed."

Pusse laughed softly and replied that he was the same when he showed that he was good at magic but that attack magic was a tease.

"Even when exorcising demons, I have always been a healer or a stooper when a child who is good at wind magic or something works in front of me... I can use some of the magic of restraint, but I can't quite hit the moving demons..."

Katsun, and the low heel sounds, and Puse gives you a face.

Imeraria was up and pointing a serious obsession at Puse.

"Mr. Puse. Can you tell us more about that story?

Imeraria asked Puse for magic rigging.

As his surroundings rushed to battle, Imeraria was determined to carry Puse in.