Summoned Slaughterer

"It's over. I'm late for everything!

Alyssa, who had indulged herself in bulimia when she heard that the aristocratic cafeteria in the royal castle was free, was now walking all over the castle with tears in her eyes.

"Up."

I run full, so I have a nasty feeling from chest to throat, but I manage to swallow it.

When I tried to ask for the fourth cake in good shape, I was angry at myself for finally realizing that it was noisy outside the castle. I caught a knight in a rush to prepare for battle in the castle and checked the situation, apparently a large number of demonic soldiers suddenly infiltrated the front square of the royal castle.

"It's already started!?

Alyssa knows one, two, three plans. I knew the ultimate aim of one, two, three, as well as the fact that the Queen of Immelalia and the other races were being danced.

Why had I been informed?

I was given a handful that I had so much information ahead of me, but a handful of troops. How do you stand around there? It is nothing more than a “challenge” from one, two, three, the previous Lords.

"Oh, it pisses me off......!

I was alarmed by the margin that I was ahead of time. Jump out of the royal castle hoping for the safety of your soldiers.

The battle had begun, and although the short Alyssa could not foresee the whole thing, she was desperately pushing the demon tribe, lined up with soldiers marching out of the royal castle and pushing them in. Apparently, the battle is starting across the square.

"Out of the way!"

Jump on one Demon clan and climb to the high walls surrounding the square with a kick in the head.

He's been in too much turmoil, and he can't use the demons, the human side, the magic, the bow. In the middle of the square, he first found a figure of one, two or three emitting an international great presence, then waved an iron fan at the demon clan in a slightly remote position against him and discovered Origa flying the blade of the wind at the smallest possible size among the mixed wars.

And when he found the Focarol soldiers in defensive position in the corner of the square, opposite the direction in which Origa was, Alyssa ran down the fence and jumped to its center.

"Lord!

"Sorry I'm late! What's the situation?"

"I don't know exactly!

The surroundings are hanging and screaming, rough except for the wall behind them. I can't even have a decent conversation without shouting my throat all ripped.

"Wow."

Apparently some idiot used the magic of the explosion. Both the demon tribe and man were blown apart by two.

"The Demons suddenly gushed out of the big hole that was made into the entrance to the square! If you think you've spoken to the former lord about something, the battle has begun...... the exit from the square should be held down by the Knights and the National Army!

Listening to the report, Alyssa spins her head diligently. What should the army of Focarol do now? One, two, three. Aim. No, wish. It's "to show the possibilities."

"Which one do you think is stronger, a knight coming out of the castle or a soldier from the town?

"It must be the knights. They must have had the archdeacon of the former lord, didn't they? Plus, there's still a handful of demons headed for the castle!

"Then it's settled!

Alyssa stood up and played the long sword that flew from somewhere, sideways.

"All, two columns! I'll cut some of the demon army on the entrance and exit side and work with the soldiers at the exit to strangle them!

"Respond!"

No questions or confusion. Alyssa decides, the soldiers go on.

That's one, two, three guided, repeatedly trained moves. Now it makes me laugh, but at the time I thought I was going to die. The behavior stained my body with training.

The army of Focalor is strong, even in a small number.

Take that now. They prove it again.

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"That's right. You guys are good on that side."

Looking at Focalor's army, which often interrupts his momentum into the army of demons, as he tears up a large cloth, one, two, three, chuckles in vain as he doubles up and down one demon tribe.

Alyssa is not counting in what we're going to do now. She is the one who leaves behind later and still has a role to play.

Most importantly, if Focarol soldiers join the fight in full, one, two, three prey will be reduced.

"What's up? Use your magic. Don't hesitate."

He slashes one of his necks, steps on the feet of an approaching demon clan, kicks and crushes a straight knee plate, and sticks a knife in his fallen neck. The knife pulled out ripped the other's throat along with a move to draw it to hand.

Soldiers sucked into a series of dance-like movements.

"We still have your inventory, don't we? My life is here. Come and get it if you want. Except for risking your lives."

With his black left hand, he makes a gesture toward the demons who are at the castle. Cancel the accidental flying fireball to pay with your left hand.

In no time, one, two, three, runs a pocket to his body, surrounded by demon soldiers who are quickly murdered and lying back.

There, a roar echoed from the center of the square.

"Oh, finally, Barr, somehow your resurrection"

Above Bashim's body, fluttering as he clings to the pedestal, was the head of Barzephone sticking from nose to top.

When Barrzephon lifts his ambition again, his body cramps only once and upright with his feet firmly on the ground. Bassim's face was unusually undressed as he looked upwards for Barzephone to look forward.

"What will you do to the General!

"Just aim for your head!

The demons who were around them, take their swords and aim for their heads.

"Haaaaaa!

Bashim's right arm, wielded with a scream, punched the demon tribe's face directly from the front, cleverly snatching his sword from his fluttering opponent. And the sword is slapped down to the original owner's head.

"Oops, I forgot. This is part of that body."

Bashim's left arm, taken out of dark magic by one, two, three, is dripping blood, as if it had just been amputated now.

The barzephone, which was thrown and received by piercing the sword, pushed it to where it was originally connected. Dropped arms without hanging and force also connect more fully than ever.

"It's convenient."

The degenerate, cloudy eyes of Barzephone glared at the laughing one, two, three.

"Oops, scared scared scared.... I'm scared, should I call for help?

One hundred and twenty-three, breathing in thoughtlessly, turned their backs on Barzephon and sounded loud.

"Midas! A demon monster is attacking a civilian!

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"Mr. Subnak, please stay here. Mr. Vayer, go down to the ground floor and command the Knights. Now, there are still few demon soldiers in the situation. You can push it back at your leisure."

And then, with one breath, Imeralia gives the order.

"Multiply the annihilation of the Demon Nation with restraint against Dear One, Two, Three. Accidents to the extent that spears and swords fly to his roar would not be strange if there were more than one. I also believe it is inevitable that the Demons will be pushed around him to control the square"

"Your orders, I understand. Bye."

After a gratuity, Vayer takes only one step backwards and runs away with his back turned.

Sabnak, who dropped it off, turned his gaze back to Imeraria. Just a little bit, it won't be my fault the queen's face looks faded.

Sabnak himself, this operation itself was the opposite. I understand the reason why one, two, three, is anxious about the stability of the country because of its non-flying and strong nature rather than its character. But if you say that, strong forces will have to crush and turn from one end to the other.

And at the end of the day, when the royal family of Orthon Grande remained, what stood around it at all?

"Mr. Sabnak...... Mr. Sabnak?

"Huh? Oh, excuse me for this"

Apparently, he was drowning in his thoughts.

"What Mr. Sabnak is thinking, I also thought.

Imeraria takes a glimpse of Wepal watching for harrassment and war next door.

"I admit that the influence from him has made the better part very much. But it makes sense that this world should be decided by the people of this world. I have decided that it would be good for Lady 123 to leave as a man of government in this world."

"... I share the same opinion."

He was listening. Wepal turned around as he rode out onto the balcony railing.

"Honestly, let me give you a childish opinion,“ sloppy. ""

"It's sloppy..."

Wepal squirted his little breath and laughed as Sabnak shouted at her face, which would not be what the queen would say.

"Don't you look like that? I'm still serious about this... my promise to you and Imeraria is that we'll do our best together. Where I can't get in the way, and I'm serious, but that's a good place for an irregular."

Wepal laughed, showing his tongue, although there was some personal resentment.

"Me and I decided to get rid of him, including personal grudges. Mr. Sabnak, you are one of those people who moves the country after one hundred and twenty-three are gone. Be prepared, I'm not saying, but hold on."

See, and Imeraria points to the square.

There, he defeated the demonic soldier who was heading toward the castle with a single armored sleeve, and there was a figure of a knighthood pushing back. Among the overwhelming attacks, one of the knights fell under what seemed to be a magic attack, raising blood smoke.

"The sin of making the fight stronger than going to the fight. I did not think about it at all when I called upon the One, Two, Three. That responsibility also...... Readiness and responsibility to send someone to a place of death for a purpose. One, two, three. That's what I'm supposed to show you."

I failed to fight myself and finally realized, Imeralia laughed powerlessly.

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Hearing the cries of one, two, and three, Midas, who had slammed into the center with knights and soldiers in an attempt to replace the army of Focarol, for some reason reached the place where there was a resurrecting Baruzefon and one, two, and three.

Even in the meantime, soldiers and demons kill each other around them, gradually shredding numbers. Still, I waved my sword with all my heart I had to save civilians.

For Midas, who has a long affiliation with the Third Knight Corps, where the investigation mandate was originally predominant, full-scale combat was a bad category, but I can't say so either.

I also stood in front of one, two, three, constantly breathing, looking around, but the demon tribe as far as I could see. To the extent that others can be seen coming out of the castle by the Kingsguard Knights.

"Mi, where are the civilians?

"It would be right in front of you, wouldn't it?

"... what?

"It's me. Civilians."

Now I see Midas holding his fist, one, two, three laughs, that no one will complain about hitting him.

"If I'm not a soldier, I don't have command of Focarol either. A civilian who is not ashamed to put out anywhere, to the extent that he has a weapon to defend himself. Didn't I?"

"... no..."

And...

Saying, one, two, three slapped down with a knife what had accidentally flown.

"Poor civilians have even been attacked by knights, rather than demons. What do you think of this situation?

What was intercepted was a spear used by the Kingsguard to guard the castle.

"No, this much happens..."

"Hmm?"

Two more, one, two, three slapped off the spear easily.

On the cobblestone, when he saw the hand spear that rolled with sound, Midas ceased and turned his eyes toward the castle.

"Why..."

In a move to push the Demons back, I obviously found one knight trying to throw a spear at this one. What's more, the Knights' movements are such that they push the Demons toward one, two, three.

"I guess it's an Imeraria order. You're gonna kill me by multiplying this mess."

"Stupid! Do that..."

"Take a look. Your Majesty the Queen is watching this situation calmly"

Midas raised her face as she was told. I think I had eyes with Imeraria, but the distance was far away and I didn't even know that look.

"Well, Midas. What are you gonna do?

"What do you mean?

"Do you want to go around and push me in tune with the Kingsguard knights? Or do we protect the" civilians "according to the way the knights are and what they do?

Midas, who was letting his fist wave, re-grabbed the sword in both hands that he had lowered while holding it in his right hand.

"Everybody, line up in two rows on the side! Prevent a leaking attack from the Kingsguard Knights!... One, two, three, this is only pre-construction. You're not the kind of person to be protected."

With his sword on his shoulder, Midas turned to the castle.

"This is to protect the Kingsguard knights. One, two, three. Keep your lord out of extra trouble. At least that's what we do in Wangdu. That's what I think, how to keep the peace."

I guess I'm not willing to hear the answer to one, two, three. Abandoned, Midas joined the line of defense. In the center, out front.

"Huh. Well, fine."

The enemy is still there.

Demons are dwindling in numbers, but with that much space available, magic attacks are gradually increasing.

And the flying rock, one, two, and three, with his neck covered, put the sword back into the sheath. Instead, remove the clam.

"All I have to do is kill him."

One, two, three, we know that Immelalia is after the seal, but we don't even know how. I even expected to see this opportunity as an opportunity to set it up, but I didn't even ask how Origa or Puse would work.

"All right, all right. Come with all your might. I know I'm not eating enough of this world's power right now, but at least let me enjoy my belly for about eight minutes!

He wields the copper of the clam and punches it in the face of a single demon clan.

"Whoa?"

Signs of passing next to one, two, three, the moment I tried to attract the chain.

He showed a supple movement. He caught it waving his arms at the edge of his sight and quickly tilted his neck to avoid the attack. but a scratch is engraved on one, two, three cheeks.

"Hifumi... kill..."

The tiny figure, who landed with a small noise and looked like a tiger licking the blood on his nails as he stared at one, two, three, was Malphas, who left the colony of the Beasts by saying he would join the army of the Demons.