Summoned Slaughterer

"What the hell is going on! What happened to Tannin!

Confirming the confusion ahead from the carriage, Kuzem shouts to the soldiers around him.

But there is no way for those who were in the line to know the abrupt changes in the front line.

If Kuzem had given his own instructions here to check and report on the situation, it might have turned out differently. However, in order to do so, the confirming soldier would have had to excel “beyond degrees”.

Anyway, there was no one on Kuzem's side who could explain the confusion on the front line.

"Bye!

Soldiers who were around carriages carrying immortal soldiers who were being pushed to the front line are also murdered by one, two, three before they choose to flee.

We lost most of the immortals, and the Origa and the others are handling it.

Half of the soldiers go to a halt, the other half flee, plunging into the center of Kuzem's army and pushing one, two, three, into the push.

Those who fled, with the exception of those who were unluckily destined for those with Origa, lived long by fleeing into nearby towns and hiding themselves, and surrendering to the armies of the aristocracy that divided them.

It was the soldiers who chose to stand before one, two, three who saw hell.

"Stop it! Stop him!

"Call the Magic Soldier!

My men continue to wear and tear while the troop leaders scream.

Sharp cuttings accurately pierce the unprotected eyes and throat with a helmet, destroying the brain and arteries.

Those under the guidance of Ma Kalme and others seem to have made some good moves among them.

Three soldiers flesh in the gap where one, two, three crouch the sword thrown by the Holland soldiers flying from left to right to punch them.

Three swords aimed at the hips and legs, swinging down from the upper section and sideways. And from three directions.

"Hmm?"

With an impressive voice, one, two, three grabbed the soldier's arm, which had been slashed for his hips, and turned his body around with momentum.

"Whew!"

The soldier, who had stomped to be caught in one, two or three spins, became fit to jump out before the slaughter of his allies.

"Wait......!

Soldiers with heavy sword swings in their heads faint.

One, two, and three, who exchanged for their enemies and avoided slaughter, slashed and lay down the remaining two without turning around in the momentum.

Three overlapping corpses, one, two, three, who realize that the soldier at the bottom has breath, stand in front of them.

"Where's your chief?

"... more rearward, I think..."

"What's his name?

"... Tannin..."

He stabbed the soldier, who also answered constantly with his breath, with a temper and a stop.

Looking at one, two, three who handled the simultaneous attacks of the three without any bitterness, the soldiers who were around them are distancing themselves to circle the distance.

"... is that it?

Ignore the elephant and check the carriage you see ahead of the enemy army.

Unlike Orson Grande, where the way focarols organize heavy teams carry supplies, Holland still takes the method of carrying his own luggage, so having a carriage is quite noticeable.

"Sora! Make way!

The soldiers retreat scared, obviously, from before one, two, three, when they began to run for the carriage.

But it's late.

A soldier with his back turned stares at a stunned look at the cuttoe pierced behind his neck and popped out of his throat.

"You gave me time to run, didn't you? I'm done with that. Fight hard, or run hard. If you just turn your back and run, you're gonna die."

Pull out the knife and wipe it with a pocket.

As the scattered paper flickers, the remaining soldiers no longer lose their temper to fight, twitching and retreating.

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Kuzem grasped the situation when he saw one, two, three faces.

When the carriage door kicked inside as it began to fly, and one, two, three came on board inside, Kuzem's face gave him a tragic look with his mouth open with surprise and his jaw just kept coming off.

"Oh, you..."

"Shall I hear one? What's that puppet? It's too fragile to be a toy."

Stare at Kuzem as he slaps a tonne of hips knife.

"You think I should be in a lot of it? Fear of numbers refers to more trouble and more options for dealing with them. There's no point in knowing how many people come together in order."

I, one, two, three, pull out the knife and stick it in front of Kuzem.

"I don't want to see a puppet show. I told you.“ Let's fight a war where many people die. "

Keeping his eyes open from the twitching, approaching cut, Kuzem shuddered with rattles.

"So, anyone...!

I don't think the trembling voice reached outside the small, noisy carriage.

Besides, there are three Origa's around the carriage now.

Instead of getting close, everyone is starting to move away from the carriage with the magic and backswords that fly even when they're away.

"Because of this, I went to you and gave you advice and guidance, but this body. I don't know how to quench this anger."

"Whatever you say to me..."

"Right, right"

I pulled the knife and delivered it to the sheath.

Kuzem, who saw it, took a rough breath with his shoulders up and down, as though he could finally breathe.

But that was a flash, too.

"Yikes."

With his right hand off the pattern, grab Kuzem's throat.

The carotid artery was compressed with his thumb and index finger, and Kuzem was lightly lost consciousness shortly after resisting.

Roll Kuzem onto the carriage floor and exit the carriage.

There were numerous bodies there, smelling blood.

"Good luck. One, two, three."

It was Oliga who was getting closer.

"I'm going to the Holland Capital now. I'll use this carriage to get there..."

"Here you go."

When Origa answered without getting her hair in between, one, two, three muttered and allowed.

"Um, I'll follow you too!

I guess I've been desperate to eat it. Vine, who had been out of breath, decided to accompany him.

"Well, so am I."

"You can't"

"Why?!

Alyssa wanted to accompany her, too, but dismissed it lightly.

"Although this would be a challenge for you and Imeraria. I'm going to the castle first, so get back to the soldiers and take command."

"Eh..."

Put down the infidel rotten Alyssa and leave the carriage to Origa and Vine to stand in front of the remaining soldiers as they turn right and left without grasping the situation yet.

"Come on, I got your top. Good luck getting it back."

On one, two, three with the knife out, the Horrant soldiers shrug. We don't know what the situation is, so even though we understand that the man in front of us is the enemy, we don't understand that he's coming in in in a small number and trying to come further towards a large number of ourselves.

"Ya, smash it! Save His Highness Kuzem!

One, two, three laughed when I heard a voice that would be the troop leader or someone.

"Yes, that's fine...... Oliga! Follow me in the carriage!

No screaming, no, one, two, three made a bursting sound and popped out.

The soldier, who was directly in front of him, received a thrust down his throat and died in an instant.

One, two, three twists his hips and sheaths the spear rolled out of his side, slashing off both arms.

"Ahhh!

The unspoken screaming soldier was slain with a knife stuck in his mouth.

"Mr. Vine. May I have your attention, please?"

"Yes. Okay."

When Vine grabbed the reins and began to advance the horse as he chased from behind one, two, three, Oliga went up to the roof of the carriage and rose to Jen-royalty.

"This carriage has your boss. If you can get caught up and die, attack me."

Shari, laughs quietly as she makes a noise and hides her mouth with an open iron fan.

"If you're that energetic, you should“ enjoy ”going to your husband, who's still fighting in front of you?

While we were talking, a soldier's neck fell leaning against the carriage.

From Origa's right hand, except for a knife for the magic medium.

"Yes, yes. It's a corner, so let me announce to those Hollanders who are good at magic."

Sound the hard tone and close the iron fan.

"My magic makes me feel free to fly without having to point a knife at me."

A wind cut noise reached several ears, and the next moment the neck muscles were flooded with blood, dripping and dropping his head.

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At the behest of Sabnak, the nets and bodies were roughly removed, but at that point one, two, three of them had disappeared far ahead.

"Faster paced than I thought..."

When Nergal ordered the soldiers fleeing from the Kuzem side to be protected, and at the same time declared that one, two, three would forcefully break through from the cut open place, he proceeded with the horse while making a call to the Kuzem side aloud.

Nergal, aboard the Imeraria proposal that Sabnak has conveyed, sees where he thinks one, two, three has gone.

More bodies roll over than where they were just removed, and a few soldiers flee the streets, watching with a frightened look.

"Join us! You must be a Holland soldier, not my enemy! Come here and do your part!

Not just immortal soldiers, but the corpses of soldiers in general.

Fifty is dead, even if only in sight.

"That's terrible..."

Nergal has doubts about one, two, three, as to whether it was necessary to do so, but we cannot afford to be using our heads about it now.

The army moves on as the body moves aside.

The leading group are the Horrant soldiers, but right behind them are the soldiers of the Orthon Grande, led and followed by Imeraria.

After some cleaning up of the net and the body, Alyssa came back hanging out on foot.

"Is that it, Mr. Alyssa?

Alyssa waved and responded to Nergal, who spoke from the horse.

"He told me to do my job, and I was sent back. What are you gonna do now?

You cleaned up the net, and you're talking relaxed, but Alyssa's one of the ones who jumped into the enemy line with one, two, three. I'm taking a lot of blood back, and I can feel heavy objects that don't suit the lightness of the tone in the wrapped air.

"Keep going through the hole Mr. One, Two, Three drilled and back to the capital. Can you help me?

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

Nergal hurried out to Alyssa, who nodded like nothing and walked backwards as she came again.

"What's wrong, Mr. Twenty-Three?

He said he was going to the capital.

Answering her farewell, Nergal was driven by impatience as she dropped off Alyssa, who had started walking again, anyway.

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"What is he thinking..."

Imeralia with her head was supported by the poose that was next door, about to fall out of a less chair of weakness.

Kuzem's prepared army was no longer in a state where its physical appearance as an organization could be maintained due to the loss of leaders due to Tannin's absence and the kidnapping of Kuzem, as well as the damage it had suffered from one, two, three, including the destruction of the immortal soldiers, and it succeeded in making it more easily complimentary than Nergal had imagined.

Running through the streets without rest, and breaking through the entrance to the capital by half forcefully, the Holland Orsongrande coalition had set up a formation using the square in front of the castle.

No, I decided to set up a formation, and I had to stop it once.

"Hey, help me!

Balcony facing the square leading to the boulevard. There, a tied kuzem was suspended with one rope.

"Somebody! Somebody!"

I was shown such a tragic sight that, unexpectedly, Nergal issued a stop order, one, two, three from the balcony slipped on my face.

Next to it, you can see Gaap.

"Are you finally here?"

One, two, three voices pass well. It also reached the ears of Nergal and Imeraria.

"Imeraria, Alyssa! Earlier this idiot let me down with a sorry weapon. Instead, I prepared a play. Life is at stake, but you should enjoy it"

That's all I said, I just pulled in.

Looks like the remaining gaap is saying something to one, two, three, but it doesn't even sound like the Imeralias watching it from below.

"Er... so good luck, ladies and gentlemen, saving His Excellency Kuzem"

Gaap's voice as he read the note should not have been audible by nature, but it sounded good to the Imeralia and Nergal and others.

"This... is Mr. Origa's magic."

Sabnak, who heard Imeraria spill, looks all over the castle, but he doesn't see Origa.

Gaap's description continues.

"Rest assured, all non-combatants in the castle have been withdrawn. Instead, many traps and immortal soldiers stand. The limit is until sundown. At the same time as the sun sets, the rope hanging from His Excellency Kuzem cuts. We will also release immortal soldiers inside the town, so good luck attacking... I wonder if this is okay"

I just heard it until the last crush, and it seems the magic was stopped, and Gaap's voice could never reach any more.

And when the front gate slowly opens, about thirty soldiers pop up to flee.

When they found the figure of Nergal and his fellow soldiers, they lay flat trying to slide in front of Nergal.

"Hey, Master Nergal! Forgive me! The castle, the castle...!

Sabnak squeaks after seeing Nergal with a troubled face and giving him his gaze again.

"When it's a middle-aged man, not a beautiful girl, who's in captivity, it's something you're not motivated to do. Hey, I know exactly how heroic stories in the world are about helping princesses."

To its absurdity, Imeraria stood up and slapped her thighs with a whip for horseback riding.