The World of Masks

Unlike the outside entrance, which was made by melting solid iron and making it strong, all the materials at the entrance of the palace building were wood. It was not designed for outside intrusions like the castle in the first place, so it needed glamour to symbolize the king's authority rather than sturdiness. Iron is never an attractive material. Of course, wood that is expensive and sturdy is more sturdy than ordinary wooden doors, but only if it is a tree. I couldn't withstand the harsh explosion of gunpowder.

Lardass!

Fragments of the shattered door are scattered all over the place, torn and broken. It seemed to refer to the dark future of this kingdom.

Jubbuck. Jubbuck.

Humans break in through the breach, forcibly beaten. The duc enters the crowd's gaze, dazed as if he were a dazed lunatic. All living humans, except themselves, are enemies. The humans start to rush towards the duc's group.

There's no screaming, no noise. He was clearly racing like crazy, but his expression did not change at all. Even the ducs who had gone through all the battle before the prenatal coup could not help but feel the horror of what had happened to them, as if they were quietly searching for their deaths. But the duc has come to his senses. As soon as they got close, it was a clear explosion whether they took lives or not. I had to keep her as close as I could.

"Wizard!"

The Duke calls and the wizards begin to chant. As a skilled palace wizard, the end of youth soon approached. A fierce flame rages from their hands. The fireballs wrap around the humans rushing in, and explode.

Kuang! Kuang!

A fierce flame rolls around and violently swings. Powerful compared to the magic expressed. It looks like the gunpowder around you exploded from the fire. The explosion swallowed up not only the humans holding the gunpowder, but all the other humans around. Each of the gunpowder ignites a series of explosions, creating a large pillar of fire. Luckily, the gunpowder doesn't burst, and the impact knocks them back. In an instant, there was a large space on the front.

"Let's go!"

The duc takes his first step and starts running. The knights and soldiers escorted the duc and the king in a circle and followed behind as the wizards were always preparing to trigger magic immediately. The duc looks at the wizards and is filled with sorrow.

'Even if the tower only sticks this way,'

As the Duke and the Grand Duke collided and the civil war began to read, most royal wizards immediately declared neutrality. Then you're stuck in a horse tower, some distance from the capital. Neither the Duke nor the Grand Duke concealed his regret that one of the Kingdom's main forces has escaped, but if he touches them for no reason and then gets in contact with them, it only hurts. In the end, the Duke and the Grand Duke had no choice but to give up their mouths again. The Duke and the Grand Duke's wizards were the only ones who followed him personally. If the Wizards were on the duc's side and guarding the castle thoroughly, the outcome would be different now.

'No, once I get out of here, the steeple will raise my hand. Even in a civil war, we don't want to give the throne to a ridiculous human who burns the capital down.'

There were plenty of chances to survive. However, the next threat hits the duc's party in no time.

Kuang! Kuang! Kuang!

As you watch out for the front door, your group tries to get through it quickly, and you are amazed at the sound of them coming from all around. A sophisticated wall of paintings and decorations burst out and collapsed. A group rushes through the breached wall. It wasn't one or two. Humans keep coming in through the crooked holes on all sides. The soldier and a few maids begin to sneak up on you where you've been hiding. They were clearly traitors, despite their movements. Even without the duc's command, the wizards have automatically entered the cipher and intercepted the attackers.

Kuang! Kuang!

The blazing raiders continue to explode. Earlier, a series of explosions are rare, but there are too many attackers gathering in an orderly fashion. The limited number of wizards and no matter how skilled, because of the magical nature of Delay's inevitable length, the attackers begin to narrow the streets if they carefully surround the duc's group. The group's eyes widen with embarrassment.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · What to do."

The knight commander, who was in command of the knights and soldiers, bites at the sight of the approaching Humans. He called out a few names in a loud voice. The soldiers called out in a loud voice. The director didn't say much. But his eyes, frozen face, were telling him what to do instead.

I was ordered to lay down my life and clear a path.

The soldiers' faces distorted greatly. You gripped your lips. No matter how strong and difficult you are trained, the fear of death cannot be dispelled. But I couldn't help it. The director has been pushing for it, and they know that everyone who goes along with it will die. In the end, the soldiers took orders.

"Ow, ow!!!"

The soldiers rush forward screaming as if they were trying to peel off a single layer of the fear of death. If I have fear in front of my eyes, I squeeze my spear tightly, and if I see death, I open my eyes wide as if I were to expel it right away. I swung my spear as I ran toward the bombs that were coming.

Whoo-hoo!

The soldier's spear splits the human three waistlines simultaneously, drawing a wide semi-circle, whether he used life force to use technology. It is a terrifying power. The raiders slump forward as they rush forward. Seeing you next to him, some of your colleagues are repelling the raiders. The soldier held his mind. We must strive for our lost lives and for our kingdom. The soldier slaughters a few more raiders, swinging his spear back. Blood rushes into the helmet and I can't see properly. The spear keeps slipping because of the gauntlet soaked in the blood. Fortunately, the spear made by the best blacksmith in the capital was still showing sharpness, even when the blood clotted and shattered the entire bone. It was time for the soldier to kill another raider.

Kuaaang!!

One of the collapsed assailant's corpses explodes. At the same time, the gunpowder of another fallen assailant starts to ignite a chain explosion. The explosion swells vigorously, sacrificing brave soldiers to make their way with the newly rushing raiders. The wall at the entrance of the palace was literally a huge explosion.

The explosion scatters cloudy dust and smoke, but the duc's party rushes toward the entrance as soon as the explosion subsides. The group's face is painless, whether it's because they feel they sacrificed their colleagues. And then the soldiers' faces were filled with dread because they thought it was their turn. But I'm fine now. The group plunges headlong into the space that a brave ally risked their lives for.

But the raiders persist. Soldiers keep throwing to clear the way, and the number of the group grows smaller and smaller. The warriors rush to the edge of the battle to drive out the attackers from all sides, oxidizing one by one. Those injured are swept within the blast radius. But there was no rest for the wounded. You drain a few potions and heal the injury before returning to the front. However, the number of nearby raiders is decreasing rapidly. When the group leaves the building, there are no surviving soldiers.

The knight who was in command trembled with anger and guilt. I had no choice. It was a necessary sacrifice. The others, of course, convinced the dead soldiers. Someone had to break through as they died, and the target was forced to become the most worthless soldier of them all. However, I could not feel anything. They rushed to their deaths on their own command. I couldn't feel no guilt. At least humans should.

'Definitely!'

The commander gripped his teeth, sharpened his sword and pledged his revenge in his heart. For now, this was the only way to soothe this miserable heart.

The survivors barely survived ran out of the building with a complex mindset of grief and joy that they were able to somehow escape out of the building. But their joy did not last long.

"This, this · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

The young man next to the duc was embarrassed. In the square in front of the entrance, you see horses and wagons prepared by the young man for escape. However, it did not seem normal.

The wagon sits motionless on one side with a broken wheel. The roof was nowhere to go, and more than half of the floor was lost. The horses were more miserable. The body is scattered in all directions to ensure that the explosion was fired at close range. Only the heads and legs of horses that were lying on the red sides and all over the place, scattered from floor to floor, were telling us that they used to be powerful animals that used to ride people.

The group loses their words in front of them. For those who were thinking of getting out of the capital on horseback, the sight seemed to take away their last hope. Especially the young man who had been told to prepare these things was even more discouraged. The situation where the traitor came out of the palace he was in charge of and even lost the means of escape he had prepared was enough to keep the young man's responsibilities intact.

Someone tapped the shoulder of the young man looking at the trampled wagon. The young man turned his face as if in a dazzled state. The duc shakes his head and silences the young man.

"There you go. I can't help it under the circumstances. It's better to move one step when you're standing so stupid."

The duc unexpectedly looked ahead and said. The duc had anticipated that this would happen. It would be even weirder if the whole palace exploded and was surrounded by a vase, and the horses and wagons he had set up at the entrance of the building were safe. The duc had given up halfway out of the city on horseback ever since he realized the raid had gone crazy. There was no reason to be disappointed now.

The duc once held the king in his arms and tried to take another step toward escape. Then something came into view. The spiky shape didn't make me feel very good. The duc narrows his eyes and looks at it.

It was a human being. Like an ambassador slowly approaching from beyond the horizon, an inclined figure in full body armor slowly approaching this direction, no matter how much you think of the word 'black' overlaid with darkness itself.