Summoned Slaughterer

"That's the face you saw somewhere."

"Wu......"

Origa struck the side head of the demon clan with an iron fan with a wind magic blade and chopped its neck off.

Nearby, he found Barrzephon fighting the Demons against him, just like himself, wielding a boneless sword at the mercy of his might, slapping the head of the Demons in his hand against the cobblestone.

At the same time, it seems that Barzephone also saw Origa, with certain tensions running between each other.

"If anything, is it a square ornament? Is it good to have a buddy break in here?

He walks diagonally through the attack of the demon tribe that has been rolling out spears, beating him with an iron fan pattern as far as his forehead falls. The unconscious demon tribe will soon be desperate when they are stomped by their allies in chaos.

Unlike one, two, three, Origa has no primary purpose to kill, she is not confused to kill, but it is only a means. Means are for purpose. The aim now is to create a situation in which one, two, three can be sealed, and yet at that point we are nearest one, two, three.

"You seem to be able to fight for decorations. One, two, three. At my commemoration, I can't see any extra interference going in. Let's finish this first."

Origa has seen the Barzephone at the time of demonization with the Magic Instrument and has repelled it once, but seems to have completely forgotten about it because it was trivial information for her.

"The aim of one, two, three... I could do the fact that the Demons tried to attack the castle with aliens, no, they attacked it. I don't need you anymore."

Kick the fallen demon tribe and deliberately make another demon soldier man step on it. The man, who stomped on his side and fell out of balance and frowned at surprise, was grabbed by Oliga by the collar and pulled down, beating him in the back of the head with an iron helmet with a folded iron fan.

Without confirming the blood that spreads over the cobblestone, Origa approaches Barzephone.

"Uaaa!"

Towards the impending Origa, Barrzephon kicked and pushed the demon soldiers that were nearby, sticking out his sword to pierce every demon soldier.

But the bargain is worth every penny.

"Do you have some intelligence? There seems to be a limit."

This is coming right from the side. Having decided that he had no time to pull out his sword, Barzefon releases his back fist as if to let go of his sword.

But that only cuts the sky in vain.

"A“ sign "of being sensed. It is the flow of air, the smell, the sound, the pressure of life…"

Now the voice from behind.

Turning his frustration into a scream, Barzephon waved unnecessarily at the sword of the demon clan that was falling at his feet.

But there's no Oliga there either.

"If you can explore only a few tips, you won't be confused by the obvious invitations... I guess that means it's hard for ordinary people."

Now I hear voices from my ears. Immediately move your eyeballs and try to capture your enemies, but there's nobody there.

I notice then. In a demonic man standing with a sword on his back, reflected at the edge of his sight. The man is dead. That's for sure. But why are you standing?

"Dear One, Two, Three, you would have immediately spotted that I wasn't moving from here, etc.... No, I would have broken each of these bodies again before I was confused by the voice I sent by wind magic"

When Origa paid off the body she had supported with an iron fan, she tried to pay for the blood and opened the iron fan, hiding her ridiculed face.

"I remember. You are a mixture, a mess. Power and speed, but everything, everything. Even your body owes you money now."

Shaki, and make a noise and fold the iron fan.

"Shortages are also a good place to be as opponents of one, two, three. Let's get this over with."

Origa stepping in. I play a magical chant, but the attack is caused by an iron fan.

Waving the sword and aiming for interception, Barzephone gives up letting the sword break in in in fast, narrow time, and the iron fan attack prevents it at the expense of his arm, choosing to slap the sword on Origa's head.

"You seem to be able to make aggressive decisions. But that's all."

The sword cuts the sky.

The iron fan wielded by Origa was off track, accompanied by an arm with a sword, not a Barzephone body.

The fate of the attack was magic.

"Gobba......!

Suddenly, massive amounts of water envelop the head of Barzephone. Magically made water ignores gravity by the magic that Origa maintains, sticking it on the front of her face and not leaving.

The aim is not asphyxiation. Neither did Oliga think that Barzephon, who could live on his head alone, needed to breathe. The only way I was thinking about it was to find out how only some people know the effects of magic drugs and magic tools that have transformed Barzephon.

An iron fan chokes Barzephone's neck so that it pierces him, and his head is pulled off Bashim's body.

There was persistent water clutching around his head, which fell to the ground. The amount of water visible on the surface is decreasing because water enters the interior through the nose, mouth and eyes.

"I know that the immortality of fortified soldiers and giant soldiers has a great effect on magic drugs entering that“ blood, "because I've experimented with a lot of things."

So wind magic slashes and rips the head of the barzephone rolling on the cobblestone.

Splashing blood fades with water and spreads cobblestones.

"If you dilute it and spread it, it won't do much good either. It's what (...) degrees (...) saw (...) and (...) came (...) light (...) scenery (...)"

The eyes and tongues of Barrzephon, which had been subdivided but still in motion, also stopped completely when the colour of the flowing blood diminished, gradually losing strength and eventually only exposing the colour of the washed flesh.

"Is it time..."

Look around you. The entrance to and exit from the square is completely consolidated by Focarol soldiers, led by Alyssa, from which barricades are built with doorboards and hand-held cars.

The number of demons is decreasing. There are still many of them in the whole square, but the rate of wear and tear is not the ratio on the human side. Though mainly caused by the earlier dead Barzephone and one, two, three.

Beyond the presence of metastases, the main force of the Orthon Grande exists, and the royal castle, where the kings of the demons are located, is the main target of attack. The demons, who have no reason to break through toward the town, either don't realize it, some fools have been shot dead by Focalol soldiers, and are now in a brawl with the Knights with those who besiege one, two, three.

And the knights are the knights, in a state where the strength of the Knights led by Midas and the strength of the Kingsguard Knights led by Vayer push each other as they continue to fight the Demons.

Oliga, who was calmly looking at the force placement, had found someone in it who looked radiant in her eyes.

I still skewer one Demon soldier, smiling slowly and waving a sword as the enemy and allies continue to engage in a turbulent battle that I don't know about.

"Dear One, Two, Three!

The situation is in order.

Running lightly, as if taking steps, to the source of one, two or three facing a tiger beast man boy who seems to have intruded, Origa turns to his beloved once again with a full grin when he sends his sharp gaze over the balcony for only a moment.

A hand holding an iron fan, a face staring at him, a chest recalling the feeling held in his arms, hot all over his body.

"I'm coming now!

Origa, who wielded out two Demon soldiers with a swing of an iron fan, goes for one, two, three at the shortest distance.

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"Mr. Midas! This is an order from Her Majesty the Queen, why are you interrupting!

"It's strange what kind of orders and attacks on our own people! Isn't our sword shaken to protect!

"Have a beautiful one!

Vayer played Midas' sword, but bite his teeth that it did not lead to flying the sword. I don't intend to kill Midas, so I'm giving him a break, but Vayer himself can't handle the higher skill of Midas than he thought and the way he fights closer to the way the adventurers do than the Knights do.

Now the operation of putting out a demon tribe and pushing one, two, three was collapsing. Because of the increased pressure exerted by the Demons on the Royal Castle side and because the Midas and the knights on the town side created defensive lines to protect one, two, three.

There were widespread sights of knights crossing swords with each other releasing demons everywhere.

"What an unusual look! It would be strange to interrupt the performance of the operation as a knight!

"He says there's a problem with the operation itself!

Vayer, who took Midas' front kick into the belly of his armor and stepped back on his bump, still does not do anything to lower his sword.

Returning a blinking glance to Midas for a moment, he was just slapping and slashing the demon tribe that had been interrupting him.

"What we need to do now will be to repel the demons!

More demon soldiers slapped the sword, and Midas took it with both hands supporting the sword.

Vayer slashed and tore the back of the demon clan.

"The demon tribe that is attacking me now..."

It's a throwaway pawn, Vayer whispers.

When the demons around them asked about it, would this situation be even more confusing and the offense of the mad demons loom even further into the royal castle?

"Anyway, in order to succeed in the sealing of His Highness one, two, three, we have to limit his movements somewhat!

"Said it was sealed!

The two, who met about three times with swords, took a distance to breathe.

"What do you mean? Master Imeraria, are you going to seal him!?

"Exactly. Make one, two, three halls stop their feet somewhere in this square, lock them in the junction, and seal them. To create that first condition, we will use the demon attack."

To Vayer's explanation, Midas was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

Forget that there are enemies in front of you or around you, take off your helmet and look up at the balcony.

So I didn't see the expression of the queen looking down on the battlefield in the shadows, but I didn't see the upset.

"What are you thinking..."

To Midas, the decision of Imeraria was not accepted. As a knight, I understand with my head that I should obey orders, but my heart doesn't follow. The Imeraria statue in him was a girl who diligently thinks for people and runs to make a good country while failing.

Midas couldn't believe that he would make a decision to make someone disposable.

A thumping shock runs on Midas' back as he stared up.

"Mr. Midas!

Midas noticed when he was hit in the cheek with a cobblestone feel, apparently having his back cut off. Per pierced armor, per axe, I think with a strangely sober head.

"Holy shit!

I can hear Vayer hanging and screaming like it belongs to the Demons.

"Mr. Midas, hold on!

To Vayer's call, Midas opened his mouth. But I can't spin words. From his small, open mouth, only a groan of leaking air flowed.

Captain!

"Hold on!

Hearing the footsteps of his men running over, Midas lost his mind, wanting to yell at him, "Don't be a wolf all the time".

"You take Mr. Midas to the castle. If you're injured to that extent, you should be able to treat it if you're a Pusse advisor."

She's on the balcony, Vayer said, giving instructions to the knights who surrounded Midas.

But they don't move right away and stare at Vayer.

"... If you have a complaint, I'll ask you later. Take Mr. Midas faster than that! You're going to waste your time and lose your captain!

Slap and slay the nearby demon clan, as you slap your anger.

The knights, who looked at each other's faces and nodded, lifted up Midas in armor at the threesome and began walking to the castle.

"Cover those who are evacuating! Make him a path!

On orders, several knights surround the Midas being carried.

"... I know what you're trying to say. But let's say this also grew up as a king."

Vayer knows that the more those who have known Imeraria for a long time, the more confused and unwilling he is to ride this operation. The Chancellor is also in a position to endanger one, two, three, but confused by the presence of Imeraria.

"Kind people. I think it's a good country. I'm proud of this country."

That is why Vayer was meant to work with life on the form that Immelalia was aiming for. That's what a knight looks like, because Vayer believes.

"We will storm towards the center of the square! Cover me!"

They were my men who showed only a moment of agitation, but soon pushed the demons back to clear the way about his left and right.

Beyond the demon tribes pushing in in numbers, I found Origa heading to one, two, three as he kicked his enemies in for a moment.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Vayer also waves his sword at her for lagging behind. An attack from the Demons slapped on their armor and scratched their arms. But you can't stop.

If Origa moves, Imeraria's measures are activated. To ensure the measure, Vayer proceeds to confirm success in close proximity.