The Branded Female Fencer

This one, on the other hand, is outside the Deep Green Palace.

"That's pretty good, humans... I've let you pass away quite a bit already?

It was Libidu, who had stopped at the outer perimeter, but the other demon kings had already been defeated. The Temple Knights showed brilliant collaboration, defeating the Demon Kings in the meantime, although it was at first that they struggled.

The Temple Knights of Arnelia are originally knights with excellent defense. It is not easy for them to crumble that castle if they turn to defense at all costs. Historically, the Knights of the Temple had been dispatched for the main purpose of providing cover on the battlefield, so their nature and good tactics were specific to defensive stopovers. It messes with several platoons and sends members specializing in attacks where the opponent's consciousness is dispersed. This was their best method of warfare.

Those with the ability to carry out that assault go as captains, but the activity of more than squadron captains, especially in each battalion, was remarkable and definitely taking the deep hand with one blow. We dispersed it, and the faces of the 2nd, 4th, and 5th squads successfully finished the Demon King without any great pain.

Two people in the air, Lifeless and Bradymaria, were watching how it went. These two have been watching Doom since he infiltrated Arnelia. He had a high view while stating his own sentiments that those two were not, uh, this one.

"It's not like you've ever had experience fighting demon kings, but you're well trained for an army in a peaceful world."

"Oh. But the only ones who are really strong are each battalion of 1-7 and the guys who work at the Deep Green Palace. Approximately 8000. The rest of the general soldiers are miscellaneous fish. It would be no different than the armies of other countries."

"If a soldier of such skill is a general soldier, there won't be enough demon kings. Approximately how many demon kings are needed to wipe out this Knights Temple?

"Such things will depend on the commander and the conditions of combat. I can't say this all the time."

"Well, then, Commander, how about a flat ground with no obstacle?

"... with 500, we can do it for sure"

Lifeless ran out of words with himself. Brady Maria nodded satisfactorily as well.

"Then the masters of the concubines are the target. I guess the fighting power is pretty accurate. If we crush Arnelia here, we will naturally disintegrate the countries of the east, etc.?

"It won't be that brittle, but we won't be able to work together. But it's probably a long way from crushing Arnelia."

"Why, therefore?

"Crushing this place doesn't make sense if Miriazal survives. If she crushes the church, she will dive underground, scratch up sisters and temple knights everywhere, and keep in close contact with the nations again. I'd rather that woman be the supreme bishop of Arnelia."

"I have to say it's so... dull. If I leave it to my concubine, I'll finish it."

Brady Maria grinned brutally, but the lifeless

"Instead, the east of the continent would be a burning field. I repeat, our aim is not the total annihilation of humans. So I have to say that it's very difficult for you and Dragreo to operate."

"I know. Hidun and others would be more user-friendly at times like this. The concubine will wait for her to come."

"It may not be that far away if things go well... um, the trend is going to change downstairs. Libidu is about to withdraw."

"Oh, I didn't think so."

When the two look downstairs, Libidu is about to join the other members. But what she saw...

"Why..."

Libidu stood up unexpectedly. What she saw was an already defeated man-eater, Insomnia. I guess Maneater was struck with a big sword quite a few times. My body is almost torn apart, and beside it stands a moldard with a great sword. Maneater tries his last resistance, but Moldard sticks that sword up to Maneater's head without any mercy.

Insomnia also had her hair uprooted and her torso cut diagonally from both shoulders. It was Rafferty who did it. I haven't cut one breath, and I'm looking down at Insomnia disappearing, as is natural.

And Osiria is also completely captive to the sacred magic of Manadir, and extinction seems to be a matter of time.

"Ku, if it's just me"

"That's not true."

Libidu turns to the one who speaks all the time, but without time to ascertain the Lord of the Voice, she was burned to divine magic.

"Gaaaaaaaa"

"The devil."

The knights kneel (kneel first) at the monks who burned down Libidu and appeared loosely.

"This is Archbishop Dryde!

"Wasn't it time for a sermon in church?

"Thank you abbreviated during battle. It's not a good time to do a theory or anything! Manadil!"

"What?"

"How long have you been stuck with such a guy! Clean up now."

"I don't think it's for everyone. This girl, she looks pretty shabby, huh?

"We've all been hit...?

Until earlier Osiria, unable to take one physical movement with the sacred magic of Manadir, begins to look around with Kyorokyoro.

"What...?

"This way of playing... I'm tired"

And as if nothing had happened, he tries to walk out of the confinement range of sacred sorcery.

"I won't let you go!

But when Manadil reinforces his magic, it works just fine, and his movements are dull. But when Osiria looked toward Manadir, he distorted the end of his nigger and mouth, and put his hand toward Manadir. At that time, Manadil did hear the sound of his body clamoring.

"What!?

"My apologies, Master Manadil!

Rafferty thrusts Manadil where he is in inches. But Rafferty suffered the aftermath of Osirian unleashed fluctuations and was blown away.

"Gu!"

"Master Rafferty!

The knights and sisters rush over to the two blown away. The rest of them all surrounded Osiria.

"Manadil, this is..."

"Um, I guess I was a high-ranking witch, a sorcerer kind... and the sorcery of the eagles doesn't work very well. Besides, I saw him as a power user."

"When"

"Let's just have a meat bullet fight. Um, it's been rewarding for a while."

Two people looking at each other and niggling at each other. These two are not the kind of monk types who originally perform a series of sorceries. As a young man, he was tamed as a militant fighting for one or two in the monks, and a haughty man who crossed with one another barely by hand with the captainship of the Temple Knights.

"Don't get too upset, Manadil"

"Aren't you the one with the fiftieth shoulder getting worse? You're not young, are you?

"Soak it up!"

"Uncles... are you going to play?

When Osiria points to heaven, weapons such as swords, spears and arrows rolling around begin to float in the air. And the moment Osiria held hands, those weapons fired with tremendous momentum on all sides.

The soldiers around them who feel unusual guard them with shields and their own weapons, but in an instant they send out a large number of the wounded to a number of weapons that strike like a gust of wind. But Manadil and Dryde go into Osiria to see what they can do with a rainy weapon. Osiria unleashes a mind-blowing power, but Manadil defends him by magic, and Dride pulls out a spear that stabbed him on the ground to sanctify him, slashing him straight into Osiria.

But Osiria also tries to fight back with a hint of mindfulness, but that's what Dride was after.

"That took!

Reflect the mindfulness power with the application of defensive witchcraft and, conversely, unbalance Osiria. And Manadil, who was in the shadow of Dride, slaps his full fist at Osirian dovetail.

"Nooo!

Of course it puts the power of the freshly holy in the fist. Eating this on the boulder didn't stop Osiria from blowing up, it was blowing up to the far rear wall.

Continued