Summoned Slaughterer

Every time one, two, three swords are wielded, the barriers that are locking him up are falling apart.

"What!?

Puse raised his voice and was surprised at the insane deeds being done under his eyes.

"I wanted to tear even the Demons apart... you're a joke."

Wepal shook his neck sideways as he sidelined Puse, who was hastily rebuilding his magic. When she turned her gaze to Imeraria whether this was not a complete failure, the Queen looked firmly at the situation without moving her expression.

"I was assuming this level of things. One, two, three, you might be able to do this with your left hand, or with that weapon, which is as sturdy as it sounds abnormal."

Speaking pale, Imeraria gives instructions towards Puse.

"Mr. Puse. I leave the measures against that to Mr Origa. We didn't seem to make it now, but please redeploy the barrier again"

"Yes!

"How are you going to stop him?

"It's..."

"Wait!

The response to Wepal was blocked by a sudden voice.

"Vine?"

Everyone's gaze goes to the door into the balcony. There stood the poose of the beast man who had lost one ear.

She had an angry, powerful look on her face that pulled her mouth together and wrinkled between her eyebrows anyway, her eyes turned to Puse.

"Mr. Puse, what is your husband's seal...... what is it!?

Before Vine, who walked out with her voice up, Sabnak stood to slip in.

I'm sorry, but it's my job to protect this place.

"Don't interrupt!

Pressing Vine's shoulder trying to move on, Sabnak got in trouble. If this is an assassin and a thug, I wouldn't hesitate to pull out my sword for Imeraria. But a bareback beast clan with a known opponent. Besides, you can say one, two, three loyalists.

From behind the lost Sabnak, the voice of Imeraria can be heard.

"Mr. Sabnak. Keep Mr. Vine pressed."

"Ha, huh? Oh, yes!

If it had been Imeraria before, I would have told you to liberate it immediately. I was bewildered for a moment by an unexpected order, but Sabnak never let Vine go.

"Mr. Vine. You just said" sealed ", didn't you?

Imeraria and Vine stared at each other as if to peek into each other's thoughts.

"... from whom did you hear that story?

"Of course, it's from your husband!

Vine responded instantly.

Wepal leaned down and shook his face sideways, and Puse opened his eyes.

"I mean, one, two, three know what we're after, even about sealing," he said?

Shoulder trembling, Imeralia was eating up her teeth.

Raise your gaze. There was a distance and I couldn't even see my expression or my gaze, but I felt like one, two, three were laughing at me.

So, the question arises.

"Mr. Vine. One, two, three, why are you here, knowing it could be sealed? At least if we don't get close to the Imperial Castle, we won't be able to seal it."

"That... could not tell me..."

Imeraria even remembered her sympathy for Vine, who answered to spit out her sadness and remorse. And what I felt against one, two, three, was anger.

"That one, you're making fun of women everywhere!

There are more than five women admiring one, two, three, even as far as she knows. Imeraria is outraged that she doesn't welcome favorable colors, but she doesn't treat Vine much for anything.

"Mr. Vine. Do you mean to devote yourself to one, two, three, even if they treat you like that?

"I just didn't have enough time! Like your wife and Alyssa, there's time to stay close to Lady One, Two, Three and let them know about me!

So they want us to stop the seal.

Imeraria, who thought for a while, first puts aside the matter of Vine and gives instructions.

"Mr. Sabnak, keep Mr. Vine pressed. Keep going, Mr. Poose."

"But..."

"I'll watch Mr. Origa move. If she moves, there's still a chance."

Admittedly, Puse started chanting again. Towards its back, a race where Vine is raising her voice, but not battle-oriented on boulders, and with the power of women, it seems impossible to shake off the arms of a subnak who is working out quite a bit.

"So, what are you going to let Origa do in the end?

"Let” has its advantages. This is a declaration from Mr Origa himself. I also heard more about the left-hand properties of being able to absorb magic. "

Placing his right hand gently on the balcony railing, looking down at one, two, three, he was just waving his left hand and scraping away the remnants of the slight remaining barrier.

"Ask Mr. Oliga to amputate his left hand"

As soon as his shaken left arm stretched out, he saw Origa rushing toward one, two, three.

☺☻☺

Origa had observed firmly as she dealt with the demons, waving her left hand and knife toward a tangle where one, two or three could see loudly, slashing and tearing gently like a candy worker.

Whenever she saw it, it was a streamlined move to fall in love, Oliga exhaled hot. My body nods, but not the other way around.

She is aiming at the gap between one, two, three tigers, but she is not letting go of her killing temper. I never want to kill one, two, three. It was love that put me in my gaze. It's the gaze I'm always pointing at my beloved husband, who is proud to have seen everything about him near one, two, three, and still can't fully grasp it.

You know what they see, one, two, three, but that doesn't matter to Origa. The only thing that matters is finding a moment.

Cut off the left hand that disables magic, find a moment when it's possible, and move.

"Out of the way."

Kick the demon soldier who jumped in to interrupt between the two, and where he rolled, fly the wind magic blade to amputate his neck. The movement is as smooth as one, two, three. Rather, it resembles a move somewhere one, two, three.

If one sees someone who put himself somewhat in battle, such as a fine foot lift, a gaze on him, or a bodily stiffness when he put his opponent in front of him, one, two, three and Origa's movements would have looked like melons. That's all, Origa observed one, two, three, and followed its back. Closer than anyone else, faster than anyone else.

"Out of the way!

Knock a folded iron fan over the thigh of the enemy soldier and strike the neck of the stuffing man a second time.

"... Gu!

Still against the demon clan waving down his sword to fall against him, Oliga was forced to twist his body and slip through his sides, flying wind magic to the enemy's back without turning a gaze.

At present, Origa began to run with blood scattered and falling soldiers released, bringing the sword back to the sheath and facing the rest of the barrier, one, two, three were about to wave their left hand troublesome.

Opportunity, instantly determine.

Origa was more powerful, but the sound was minimal, kicking the ground.

From behind one, two, three, go around to the left.

Due to the nature of the weapon called a knife, it is dangerous to go around to the right. Especially at the level of one, two, three, even if you are somewhat out of shape, the blow of the pluck has a special power.

If it is on the left, the knife can only be pulled out and then swing again. Even if the left hand can suck away magic, it has only two choices: strike or grab against the creature. Even if you get a counterattack, an iron fan with an Origa will prevent it enough.

Open the iron fan and draw it to hand.

What you're after is your wrist, where you've seen it many times, touched it, and the black part of your left hand starts.

Slash it with an iron fan.

One, two, three, to the left rear, pressing his face.

The smell of sweat arrived and my face was dull.

"Dear One, Two, Three..."

From my mouth, the name of my beloved husband leaks.

Origa has no aversion or hesitation in attacking him. I don't expect one, two, three to be so weak to the extent that one hand is gone, and there's no way I can shade my love for one, two, three for Origa.

How is love from one, two, three?

Oliga still thinks she's gotten enough of her love. Besides, it didn't seem strange to Origa that he would capture his affection by fighting one, two, three.

I knew right away that it wasn't a mistake.

"Oops. Oh?"

One, two, three barbaric voices reached Origa's ear.

It was handy, but it was halfway.

"... motivated?

"Might be wrong... that's one of the things one, two, three wants, heel"

From the left wrist of one, two, three, there is blood. The artery seems to be off, but the back of his hand seems to have been slashed.

"No, no, I knew you were up to something with Imeralia. To some extent, too. I see, the last thing Imeraria asked for was Origa's arm"

One, two, three laughed and glanced at the balcony.

Meanwhile, I tried to move my left hand, but my fingers moved slightly, but I couldn't help it. You can think I can't use my left hand anymore.

"In order to achieve the seal of Dear One, Two, Three, its left hand will be in the way. I fought one, two, three to accompany you forever."

"Is this also a conjugal fight? Well, the day you chose me, I decided to take everything you do. If that's your decision, I'll take it from the front."

"Dear One, Two, Three...... Thank you!

With a full smile, Origa answers. My cheeks, chest, and other parts of my body roll hot. Killing each other with your beloved. The mind-body interaction, which leads only to this couple, began with the unintentional strike of Origa, and now it was decided that one, two, three would continue with the knife being pulled out.

"You want to seal me, don't you? Then show me the best of this world!

"Yes! We'll have a good look!

Origa's magic literally flies out of the wind.

Not one or two. Five small wind blades arc wide and slay to one, two, and three.

At the right time, Oliga, who grabbed the iron fan, also went forward.

One, two, three were laughing.

Somewhat missing is readiness, with expectations that will show you the best you have right now.

☺☻☺

"Your wife!? How could you!"

He saw Vine confront Oliga with one, two, three, even though he was pushed by Sabnak. Even more desperate and violent, Sabnak has no choice but to strangle his wings. He looks luxurious, he's just an animal tribe who lived in the wilderness, and his legs and arms convey the feel of tense meat.

I decided not to think about the fact that I felt like I could see my wife at the door entering the balcony.

"Mr. Vine. Mr. Origa hopes to be sealed with Lady One, Two, Three. Unexpectedly she failed, but she chose to fight him... in order to stop Lady One, Two, Three."

And Puse is trying to trap the two of them in a whole barrier, Imeralia explains.

"Then stop!

From the fear of being left behind, Vine had already screamed in tears.

Immelalia, approaching Vine, who rammed all the way through Sabnak, swung thoughtfully as she gently laid her hands on her cheek.

The sound of beating meat sounds.

"... eh"

Imeraria, not frightened, grabbed her fist and struck Vine in the cheek.

Vine as well as Subnak are flat.

"Stop crying like a child. ugly."

When Sabnak is told to release Vine and loosens his hand, Vine sits up to fall off his knees.

Looking down at her pressing her cheek, Imeralia continued.

"Even if you are rambling here, I will not stop. Neither Mr. Origa nor Mr. One, Two, Three will stop. So does Mr. Poose."

One breath, breathe heavily in.

"There are two things you can do now, and you should choose. We're going over there to see how the settlement is going to fall."

Imeraria pointed to exactly the square where Origa is fighting now. There are still demon soldiers around, knights on the front side, and Focalol soldiers on the other side fighting.

Some demon tribes close to the center seem to die caught in a couple bangs.

"Ready to be sealed with them, you choose to go over there and spend eternity with one, two, three lords, or. Or do you bet one, two, three will cut through and stay here?

Most of all, if you head over there, you could get caught up in the fight and quickly get killed, but Imeraria accompanied.

When Imeraria was finished talking, Vine had often blinked her eyes into a patch.

I wondered if I stood up with all my strength on my knees, wiping my tears.

"I'll go....... Thank you for everything, Mr. Poose. Queen. Forgive my disrespect. And thank you."

"It's okay."

Imeralia felt like she hadn't laughed in a very long time.

"I'm a comrade who loved the same man. We can't go down the same road... but please, be happy"

"What?"

Everyone but Subnak solidified.

Sabnak shook his neck to the side and had a face that had scuffed the bitter bug.

"Oh, uh... yes. Thank you."

"Goodbye, Mr. Vine"

"Yes. Excuse me!

Did you just say the Beast Clan was on the boulder when you jumped off the balcony? The look on Vine's face as she flips her skirt to the square is clear.

"Mr. Sabnak. Don't put that on the record now."

"Also, of course!

Now, and Imeraria proceeds to the edge of the balcony.

Soon, the barrier will be built again. Imeraria grabbed the wand. Tension makes my chest squeal.

"Okay, here we go"