Summoned Slaughterer

"You light an oil-smudged spear and punch it in!

"The aim is immortality! You're gonna burn him down before he comes out of the box!

The instructions of Imeraria and Nergal fly, and the coalition of Orthon Grande and Holland one after the other strike a firing and burning spear towards the castle.

Is it your love that there are soldiers who occasionally burn the projectile body?

"... Um, okay? I can't believe you lit a fire against the castle..."

Puse, who was given an overly appropriate position as a temporary advisor, spoke to Imeraria as she showed restlessness that did not suit her title.

"I don't mind. Originally, something called a castle is basically made of stone to make it less likely to be a fire, and it's fundamental not to put burning objects near the outer walls. We have also checked with Dear Nergal that you will be able to burn the surrounding cabins and so on, but the castle itself is fine"

"Oh, really? You're familiar with it."

Puse's thoughts made Imeralia laugh and couldn't help it.

"Ugh. I was born and raised as the First Princess of Orson Grande. The castle was home."

"Ah."

Poose blushes, recognising who he is talking to.

"It's good. If you don't know, I'll let you know, so ask me anything. Besides, I want to hear a lot from you."

When Imeraria turns her gaze back, the flames rise across the castle gate and disappear as the groans rise one after the other.

"The powerlessness of the immortal seems to be going well. A little more punch and you'll be able to push it in completely."

Imeraria, who nodded to Nergal's words, shifts her gaze to Subnak.

Sabnak, who had eyes, nodded silently.

"Okay, Dear Nergal. Just as planned."

"Okay. Operation Started!"

Along with Nergal's decree, a few unfired spears were ejected from the Horlant soldiers.

The spear is aimed at Prime Minister Kuzem, who was hanged as a sun exposer.

"What!?

Kuzem, who could not hear him, but was stunned at the burning vestibule, began to back off again, witnessing a spear strike the wall just beside him and fly a fragment of stone.

However, a body completely tied up with rope has less scope to move than a potato worm.

The rope was quite untied when several spears penetrated, but at that point Kuzem is bleeding to death.

A spear accidentally severed a rope that was hanging a tragic corpse, and the corpse that jumped against the projection of the outer wall fell into the burning vestibule.

"Confirm drop. Probably not alive."

"Oh, I was seeing"

The conversation between the generals, who were following Nergal, was cancelled out in the noise.

For the soldiers, they were able to fully taste the achievement of successfully defeating a rapist who tried to manipulate them for their own personal gain, and also thanked the Orson Grande side for giving them the opportunity.

But the sentiments of some officers are different.

"... you want us to end this ourselves in order not to keep a record of the murder of a senior Horlant official at the hands of Orson Grande? I don't know if that elf progressed, but it's no surprise that the national code has been changed at some point when I look sweetly at it as a girl"

"Sorry, that didn't sound good"

A bitter word distorted by noise.

The soldier beside him coughed up and said again, feeling distracted from hearing the instructions.

"Nergal-like instruction is to pinch the fire as soon as it subsides. It's a waste of time. Initiate fire extinguishing if you are a magic soldier and can use water magic. As the infantry checks the situation and escorts the magicians. Not that there are still immortals left."

"I understand!

A magic soldier, who was standing back and waiting, twists forward for a burning castle under orders. Looks like they'll let the other magicians follow them before they use water magic.

"From the front we Holland Army. The Orthon Grande army enters from the side, huh? But what are you gonna do? There is no gate on the side..."

I can't help but care, one general wields a clutter.

"We will storm as soon as the extinguishing is complete! We've come this far! Show the soldiers of the Orthon Grande our strength!

The general smiled at the soldiers who responded with their voices together.

I couldn't tell you that all of this was a joke even if my mouth was torn.

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In the castle, there were about fifty soldiers left on the Kuzem side of Horrant besides the immortal soldiers.

They are not called combat personnel, they are given the role of chores to set up traps at the behest of Gaap, who was instructed by one, two, three, or to check the traps and opponent's situation since the enemy entered.

Originally soldiers of the castle security, they are familiar with the structure of the castle.

"Is it okay to burn so much?

upstairs room that was packed as a break room. From that room on the western edge of the castle, a burning vestibule could be seen.

"Maybe, no problem. There will be no fire on the main body of the castle, and there will be nothing to prolong the burning."

"Are you immortal? You've been hit lightly."

On standby orders, he is out of hand except for those who came around, and gives out his energy to chat. This was also an important communication for them to distract their anxiety.

"The front guard's been hit. Isn't it time to get into the ground floor?

"Yeah, I'm sure the five of us will check the situation on the ground floor."

Five people, whose roles were predetermined, get up and walk down the hallway to the first floor with tools.

"If it works, maybe we can put a squad leader or something down."

"Where does such confidence come from..."

Drop him off leaving the waiting room as he talks, and the remaining soldiers get up too.

"So you'll be ready for when they break through and come upstairs"

"... hey, I knew I had to do it"

Look at the tools provided, one soldier squeals.

"Come on, give it up. We just have to do what we're told to do."

Soldiers with the same tools said this is destiny.

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"Seriously......"

On the east side of the castle, Orson Grande's soldiers looked up at the walls, and four meters caught a sickle with a long rope on one of the walls, and when they did, they looked up at the focarols.

A Focarol soldier standing on the wall looks down at about twenty selected Orthon Grande soldiers downstairs.

"Because I'll leave the clam sickle there. Looks like we're starting to quench the fire, so let's hurry."

When I told him I was rushing, he jumped to the other side.

All the Focarol soldiers, who were about ten or so, similarly pass on ropes and climb, jumping one after the other.

From there was the biggest training ground in this battle for the Orson Grande soldiers.

Unlike the Phocarol soldiers, who are lightly dressed and exquisitely leather breasted and only have any equipment, many Orthon Grande soldiers wear metal armor and helmets. Needless to say, the weight difference.

"What a prick!

and some cling to the rope, but most fall without reaching half.

Give up and remove the gear and reach the top of the fence. It took plenty of twenty minutes to squeeze the courage for everyone to jump further down from that height.

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The fire extinguishing is complete and the Holland infantry entering the ground floor enters the spacious and empty entrance.

"Ouch!? What the hell?

"Wow!?

Soldiers rolling and stuffing one after the other, complaining of pain.

When the troop leader who came in late looked closely, a fishing needle with thread was laid on one side of the floor of the entrance.

Even bright entrances make it hard to see small fishing needles. A soldier in sandal-shaped footwear sat in needle pain and as he rolled, the sequel caught on to it and fell, taking a small needle all over his body.

"Calm down! We need to calm down... ahhh"

The troop leader, who stepped over them rolling on the floor, was accidentally greeted by being hit with a small ceramic bottle with liquid in his shoulder.

"Hey, what?

When I look at my shoulder, the liquid is sticky with an unspeakable color.

Make sure it's not an injury-like attack and breathe in just a little ho.

"Ouch!"

Stimulating odors like rotten eggs strike the squad leader.

Troop leaders who suck in thoughtfully at close range are on the verge of coma and the soldiers around them try to get away from it.

But the liquid, thrown one after the other by soldiers whose movements stopped as well as the troop leader, instantly turned the entrance into a hell of a painting of rot.

entangled in threads and needles, with small pains all over his body, wrapped in a stench so bad that even holding his breath stimulates the back of his nose that fewer soldiers vomit.

"This is training, so they say you don't have to take your life!

The slightly creeping voice belonged to the guards once above the large staircase going upstairs from the entrance.

The guard, who finished throwing the bottle in his hand, removes the cloth that was wrapped around his face like a mask, saying that his voice is hard to speak.

"We got into a trap, we got attacked! We're not going to attack any more because we're from the same country, and we're going to retreat."

A guard who was throwing a bottle with him frowned when he saw how it was going.

"Why are you taking the cloth..."

The guard turned a blind eye from his colleagues, who imitated the barren guns, even in situations that made him cry over the mask. Because if I saw it properly, I was going to get stuck.

"Lost, or..."

The troop leader snapped as he desperately suppressed what he was going to stick up.

"But there's nothing wrong with losing here."

They are only a positive move. Control over the castle is a semblance of a goal, only to illusion that it was the soldiers of Holland and Orson Grande who broke into the castle.

Of course, if he meant it, I would have liked some sort of battle result.

"Dear Nergal, good luck..."

Spinning the words of prayer, the trooper closed his eyes softly and threw up.

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"This is the entrance to the hidden passage. Originally, it is assumed that only emergencies, royalty and its servants are available…"

Nergal's hidden passage into the castle was directly behind the castle, on a stone tablet where the trees flourished.

Nergal, standing in front of the stone tablet, turns around and confirms his companion.

Two Horlant soldiers of the escort, Imeraria, Subnak, Vayer, and Alyssa, are accompanied by Puse.

"This is the first time an elf has ever been able to come to my castle."

Imeraria talks to Nergal to deceive the tension.

"It's an honor.... Dear Nergal, let's hurry. I guess we don't have much time."

Far away, from the other side of the castle, you can hear the roar of the Holland soldiers entering.

Conversely, I can't hear the Orson Grande soldiers who are supposed to be breaking in from the east side.

"Mr. Alyssa. I left the way to break in to your scolded lady, are you sure you're okay?

"It's okay, it's okay. Because I told you to do it the easy way."

More than that, Imeralia changed her mind to Alyssa, who was anxious to go quickly, but now she has something to do.

Okay, let's go.

"Yes, I'd like to end this before the soldiers make sacrifices."

The more inside the tablet, as he slammed down the small stone parts shot in like a wedge, Nergal put his shoulder on the tablet body and put much more effort into it.

Then, slowly, the stone tablet slips over the pedestal.

And the stairs got dewy.

"There are no traps or anything like this in this aisle, and it's the main road. Be careful, the two of you are only the widest side by side."

The Horrant soldiers go in first and Nergal continues.

Okay, let's go.

Immelalia and Puse followed after Vayer, followed by Subnak, Alyssa.

It's dark in there, and I depend on the lights on the Holland magic fixtures that the two leading men and the two knights have.

Stone floors, walls, and ceilings are not decorative, and passageways that stretch ahead stir anxiety.

But the ascending staircase, which seemed dazzling beyond the lights, gave me only a little hope.

"It's a little dark..."

"Dear Nergal,"

Imeraria spoke to Nergal, who was walking slowly.

"What is it?"

"Let's run. It's a waste of time."

"But you can't run the Imeralia..."

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Imeralia in horseback riding clothes grips the whip she was bringing to the storage area in difficulty.

"One hundred and twenty-three have been told by the knights of our country. People are all familiar with different identities and races. I don't want to be a fool who uses his identity and gender as an excuse to scorn (but not) his purpose when he should run."

"... ok. Both of you, let's pick up the pace. It's the main road, so you don't have to worry about the back"

"Ha."

The Horrant soldiers run, and they all go on.

"Ha, ha, one, two, three. Absolutely, surprise me, I'll do it, so it's perfect!?

"Running while you're talking, you'll bite the bellow, won't you?

Imeraria, who runs out of breath, seems to have chewed her tongue out of her mind.

Alyssa speaks with her spare face to Imeralia, who is pressing her mouth and sniffling.

Imeralia is well aware that her basic health is different, but she is sexually angry.

I wanted to say one of my complaints, but my tongue hurts more than I imagined, and I can't speak.

"Puppy......"

Seeing Imeraria staring at Alyssa with tears, Sabnak erupts unexpectedly.

It was Imeralia, who I firmly swear I would whip again if I walked through the aisle.