The Branded Female Fencer

"Damn it! These guys, they can't get through weapons!

"No, I'm going through..."

By that time, the battlefield where the three Berserkers appeared was a mayhem. It is first of all a battle without a commander. The mercenaries are used to fighting individually, but the knights were not. Though highly capable of each and every one of them, their main command is a unified collective battle. In the absence of a commander, they cannot use their power to the full.

And the characteristics of the Berserkers made their fight extra difficult. Berserker is characterized by its higher vitality than its higher combat ability. Repeating regeneration even if he had half a body, and hanging out with his enemies, he was just as deserving of a mad warrior (Berserker). Berserker's pure combat ability is not Hekatonkail's ratio.

The point is that it is like a 'demon king' who can transform and has a short life span. The Demon King has difficulty thoroughly ordering after creation. It is also a struggle to throw it on the target battlefield and to move it. But if it's a bursar car. Carry and place humans as they are and strike drugs near the battlefield. And all you have to do is leave it on the battlefield. This would be convenient and, moreover, an excellent thing that leaves little trace of it because after death, the body rots and collapses in an instant.

It was because of the Berserker that the Zamwed offense was established in a short period of time. Hecaton Cale alone wouldn't have been as good as that. And because this information did not flow to Tragaslon, they also became two dances of Zamwed. Clients would have followed the same path if only they had time.

That is why the line, which perceived the existence of something alien, hired more magicians to prepare it. One is to combat hekatonkail. This actually worked, and Hekatonkail, who emerged, responded with a group of inhabitants, who fought to surround him and stopped him, while the sorcerer succeeded in defeating him using witchcraft. Another asked them to take measures against the unidentified Warcraft. The mercenaries had heard about it from the line so they could handle it somehow, but many of the knights didn't know what was going on. Even with their tough spirit, it was best not to give up the front. Which way, there is no place for them to retreat.

"Why don't you work with the magician!

"What do we do with the stoop?

"Lead me somewhere narrow..."

"Do you have time for that!

Even while the knights scream, one by one and their lives are cut off. Humans trampled down by the Berserkers, beaten to death, stabbed and scattered. They thought there was nothing more they could do, then.

"Damn, ever"

"It's not something a man would pity!

When the knight retreats with his buttocks, the scolding voice flies out of his head. There shouldn't be a wall there, but when the knight looked back, there was a big man like a wall dressed like a butler. Before that, there was one green-haired woman and yet another little man with a hat in his eye to the side.

"You know, the target this time."

"Lady Esmeralda, are you ready?"

"Be nice."

Was it a little over 30 years old? The long-haired woman, with long green hair up to her waist, wrapped herself around the dress and spread her fans, fanning herself loose. It is so elegant and calm that it is roughly not suitable for the battlefield.

A slightly angry voice leaks from its glossy lips.

"Mr. Chairman, I thought you were a warcraft because you asked me to do it right away. Calling the head of this Summoner Faction, the three of you are the opponents. Dogarov, Pickert. I don't think you guys needed it."

"Just in case, sir. Lady."

"Ha, yes! Sorry, lady!!

"There, I don't apologize!

Esmeralda taps Pickert's head with her fist bones. That's all the little Pickert makes me cry.

"Well fine, let's get it over with and go home. My skin gets rough in this dusty place."

"Oh, well, that's just your age..."

"There, shut up!

To a more honest pickart than you need to be, Iron Fist flies again. He made a tattoo on his head, and once again, he was in tears. Takobu isn't two because I said a lot of extra things by the time I got here.

And Esmeralda closed the fan.

"No more sidelines are to the death of the knights in vain. I've been meaning to do it on my own because I haven't been given instructions for long."

"I was wondering if that would be against orders."

"I know! Even such a person is my master of witchcraft. You were obeying orders for once, right? But that's enough. I've got orders. I'm gonna blow your brains out!

Esmeralda vomited belligerent words that did not suit her graceful appearance. Her green eyes take on a deeper color.

"Come on, you guys! It's been a long fight, I'm gonna bump it!

"Ma'am, keep your tone disturbed."

"Oh, well, you'll grow up!

"Shut up!"

Even then, Pickert uttered an extra word, but Elmeralda was already in the chant and couldn't use her hands.

[The covenant of blood unites us and makes us compatriots, the most faithful servant. Your name is Boreas. Tear my enemies apart with your fingernails, in your jaw!

"Oh, ma'am. Oh, can't you handle the end of that chant?

"I feel better over here!

Seems like an irregular conversation, but basically the magic chant is dominated by enhanced concentration by self-allusion. Except for the true words, or the sorcerers who deal with divine words and curse songs, the very activation of magic is by the palm minister rather than chanting.

In other words, chanting naturally varies from dialect to dialect to dialect, and there is often some originality among individuals. But Esmeralda would be the exception among them.

Esmeralda, who used to be the daughter of the head of one faction but could not exercise any sorcery at all, raised Esmeralda himself as his apprentice to see if Tetrastine had anything to feel. In the process, Tetrastine tried to piss her off to the fullest during various attempts to see how Esmeralda could successfully use magic. Although she succeeded in activating the sorcery as a result, Esmeralda, who until then had been the daughter of a quiet good house, grew up to be a woman of both beauty and monologue. It may be because of Tetrastine that she is as beautiful but still single as she is.

But the summoning magic that Esmeralda deals with is real. Her faction, the faction of summoners, speaks. Esmeralda's anger, he said, is also equal to a natural mutation.

"Coming, coming, coming!

There was already a storm swirling around Esmeralda. Behind her, who leaves herself to the fierceness of the battle, comes a giant warcraft composed of its own with the wind.

Warcraft with a giant that surpasses Berserker roars lightly when they recognize their enemies. But the more effective it was, the more powerful the Warcraft was. Unexpectedly, the Berserker stops moving forward.

But for a moment, too. Synthetic creatures that take the aliases of Mad Warriors do not flinch. Berserker also recognises Esmeralda as his enemy, barking back as he is.

"Well, you're busy, you guys. Tear it up, Boreas!

Esmeralda fully pushes out a belligerent grin and intercepts the Berserkers. When Boreas waves his claws down on the signal with his ringing fingers, there is a huge shock wave on the spot that determines the ground. The two Berserkers sent the shock wave brilliantly, but the rest of them, the individuals with their giant arms on their backs, take a direct hit. That individual, shaken by any attack by the rebels, is irresistibly annoyed.

At that falling destination, Pickert stands at some point.

"So, then, while I'm overwhelmed,"

Pickert tries to beat the bursar car falling from the bottom. To much physical difference, everyone who was on the spot thought Pickert was crushed, but with Berserker literally blowing up in the air, everyone was to look up at the sky uniformly. Even Anomaly was surprised by that.

"I don't know, it..."

"Even if it looks like this, I'm in charge of the avant-garde."

The faces of all eventually turned downwards, and after a while the bursar car was clashing to the ground with the roar. But enemies too. I try to stand to show my will to rebel, but now it's time for Boreless's claws to tear the Berserker apart.

At that moment, a serpent-like bursar car targeted Esmeralda, but this was suddenly held back by a wall that could have been done before her.

"Don't think the lady can touch one finger, Shiro"

What I saw on the wall was Dogarov wrapped around metal all over his body. Where did you get such full body armor out of? Dogarov was easily stopping the tail of the serpent that pierced the three armored knights together. And Boreless ripped the tail off easily.

"The situation has been reversed! Follow my servants, knights!

"I don't have a hobby for you when I say servants."

"There, a lot of words!

Esmeralda took off her slightly gorgeous heel and tried to throw it at her, but as soon as possible Pickert turned her heel back and went in toward the Berserker. It's like Esmeralda, even though I said that it's somewhat better to fight a Berserker.

Continued