The World of Masks

"Oh! It's even better up close."

Jack, standing in front of the palace, puts his sword over his shoulder and raises his head up. There was a beautiful medieval palace and a lively beauty in front of him. The Western palace, which was made with the wealth of a country in its entirety, clearly had a new feel to Jack that was short enough that he only went on a picnic when he went to school. Unlike the Eastern Palace, where dozens and hundreds of large antennae stood inside the walls. When I was a kid, I used to think of the Western palace as a big castle, but the real Western palace was different. It's kind of like a big mansion. It was just larger than I could have imagined. I looked at it from afar with a telescope, but I could see the magnificence in front of my eyes as if it was choking my breath.

'But that ends today, too.'

The spectacular patterns, decorations, and charming designs made the whole place crumble and burst into flames, splashing with dust. The fountain in front of the palace, which always emitted clear water, was shattered and could no longer hold the water, and the gorgeous garden, which, thanks to the efforts of the gardeners, was showcasing its green life, was being taken away by a large flowerpot. While the black smoke from the flames gathered on the palace and blackened the sky, the symbol of the king, who ruled over all and wielded the right to life and death of all the people, was slowly being destroyed.

While watching the palace for a moment, Jack steps back. The bodies of the burned and vanes scattered here and there are stranded.

Woojik! Woojik!

Jack tramples on them without hesitation. The gate, which was made of steel and which had strong durability, was badly bent by the explosion. It was too much to do as a door. You push your foot in through the crooked front door. From here, it was the realm of the royal palace.

There are traces of guards desperately trying to defend the palace. Their armor was severely damaged by the gunpowder attack. But better than the undead Jack used for suicide bombing. They were shattered and scattered all over the place. The veteran who had experienced the battlefield for many years was also worth studying.

'It's too bad, though.'

Jack had a taste. The volume of this king's assassination operation was unimaginable. In addition to the gunpowder and leucine produced after Jack took over the firearms manufacturing plant, most of the gunpowder, backfire and weapons that the original tourists had stockpiled were also consumed.

'For a while, I have to focus on stockpiling.'

We've already made all the producers undead. Efficiency has gone up a notch, but there is a limit to production unless it is large.

'It was a good thing the capital was small.'

If it were the size of a modern capital, such an ignorant operation would not have been enough.

Tuck!

A small fragment is lodged in my foot. I bounced off the hard armor and flew all the way over there. The gunpowder buried everywhere in the palace was gently grinding away everything in the palace. Looking at the palace that had been completely destroyed as planned, Jack recalled his hard work.

'Well done.'

It was hard to smuggle gunpowder into the palace at a time when the civil war was becoming more vigilant, because the boundary was like an iron palace. Jack has made the servants, maids, and a few soldiers who work in the palace undead. However, they did not not have their belongings inspected when they entered and exited the palace. Jack, who thought of the bear, thought of a way. The undead are dead. You don't need to eat, you don't need to live, so you don't need organs anymore. Jack gave up the leucine, which would easily ignite if not kept in water, and wrapped it in layers of gunpowder only. Then he shoves the undead acolyte, maid, and soldier into the body and slowly smuggles the gunpowder into the palace.

And the operation went well. As planned, the palace was swept away by explosions and captured by flames.

The size of the palace was no joke, as if it were a royal palace of the great kingdom. When Jack arrived at the entrance of the building, it was quite a while after he started walking from the front door. The guards were nowhere near as popular as being exterminated. It was only corpses and blood.

"Huh?"

You can see the shattered wagons and pieces of meat in the square in front of the far entrance to the building.

'That's right.'

I thought that the explosion was quite large, flying here and touching the head of the lying animal on the side with my feet. Technically, he was different from what Jack had heard. Everything, including looks and tastes, was slightly different from what Jack knew. However, in addition to the animals used for riding here, it was also consistent with the reality of being called horses.

'Translator may just translate like that · · · · · · · ·.'

That wasn't for him to think about. I looked a little further away from the Wagon's debris. You see a group of humans emerging from the building in front of a large hole. It was like humans in a palace running away.

"Huh?

Jack quietly examines the crowd coming out of the palace. This distance was no impediment to Jack with very good vision, thanks to his high stats.

'Pretty · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Luxurious people?'

Despite being muddled with ashes and dust, I saw an old man, a young man, and a boy holding an old man clothed enough to know that the manuscript was luxurious and luxurious. There were a handful of knights surrounding him as if he were escorting three, and then there were some wizard-like figures dressed in robes.

"Oh, did you find it right? '

A group with a presumptuous status, escaping the palace in this situation. There was an old man holding a boy who had lost his mind. I heard that the king was about the same age as that boy. So, is he really with the king? No, it could be a pile to confuse the attackers. But in the midst of all this chaos, is it possible to have enough time to prepare that pile?

Jack, who had been measuring their identity for a while, soon cleared his mind.

'Well, whatever. King or not, it's obvious.'

Jack's eyes curl into a crescent shape.

'Let's kill him. Yeah, what are you thinking about?'

I also took off my feet with confidence. I stretched out my sword as if I had found myself, and I glanced down slightly, relaxing at those who were cautious.

'By the way, if the horses and wagons were ready for the entrance of the building like this, · · · · · · · · · · · ·, did they prepare to run away?'

It seemed like a good chance. Of course, horses and wagons, which are a means of escape, will, of course, fail as long as it comes to this.

Jack walks towards them casually, as if on a cruise. Humans who were muttering as if they were discussing themselves for a moment soon started coming toward Jack. It seemed like they were going to try to break through.

'That would be the right answer.'

One opponent. In comparison, there are many elite knights and wizards. He would have contributed to the terror that the raiders might run again at some point. In fact, because of Jack's orders, the undead are not coming within a few hundred meters of him, but they don't know that. We'll have to get out of here in a hurry.

As they quietly approached each other, the distance not too far was narrowed quickly.

Puck!

Jack pauses and sticks his sword in the ground. The marble that paved the way clean was cracked and smashed in no time. The duc's party watches Jack carefully. The wizards were always ready to cast their magic.

"Is there a king there?"

Raise your right hand and ask, pointing to the king the duc was holding with his index finger. The duc looks at Jack with a hard complexion.

"Who are you?"

The wounded voice is like the growling of a beast.

'The old man is no joke.'

If the wall was weak, I was willing to sit down and slam into it immediately. Maybe he's pissing himself. But not for Jack either.

'People who answer questions with questions don't like it very much, but · · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

I frowned, but this time I decided to move on to the same heart as Hahae. Jack stretches his arms wide as if he were pointing all around.

"This is the man who created it."

"Right. The traveler you were asked to assassinate by the Grand Duke · · · · · · ·."

In the eyes of the duc and his group, the young hostility quickly intensifies. Jack says, "Oh, my gosh, it's hot. 'I twisted my body. However, the act seems to make a mockery of the Duke's party, who has no place to be exaggerated. As a matter of fact, I did.

"Now that you've answered the question, it's your turn. Is that boy really the king?"

The duc looked around at the knights. He doesn't seem to even care about Jack's questions. I silently pointed to Jack's jaw. The commanded knights have quickly become equals. A few of the men in front of you rush towards Jack, forcing their swords into their hands.

"By the way, the old man cares."

He gave a good answer, but the only response he returned was violence. It was unfair. I pulled out the sword with the grumbling stone in it. I turned the sword around big as if it had been released once before swinging it like a thunderbolt. The knight's sword that was approaching the house first crashes violently with Jack's sword.

Kuang!

The sound of an unbelievable collision between the sword and the sword echoes. The peacock, young man, and wizards' glances that I was watching from behind were frowned automatically. The knight under Jack's sword is poorly pushed back.

"Grrrgh!"

Push your fingers harder to keep your dull hands from letting go of the sword while firmly stepping on the ground with your heels. The knight's eyes rise in awe, barely restrained. The jaw of the sword falls into clumps. The jaw of a well-refined sword was broken like a hand held in a single shock. Above all, I could not believe that the country's most elite proximal knight himself was pushed backwards without incident at once.

'Wow, that's pretty good.'

Apart from that, Jack also burst elasticity. This was the first time anyone had taken over Jack's attack so well since he acquired the Dark Knight's armor.

'I guess it's an impending crisis.'

It seemed that gambling did not just qualify you as a knight in the royal palace. I have just seen my colleague pushed badly, but I am also strong and fierce at the movements of my fellow knights who are trying to attack Jack right away without being afraid to push the boundaries up. Jack throws his sword at him sequentially.

Boom, boom!

The knights are pushed back in the order they attacked Jack. The driven knights look in horror. This is not a matter of carrying swords, but evidence that you were overwhelmed by simple strength. Moreover, the Black Knight's sword that Jack is holding. Enough to break the swords of the knights listening to the sound of the sword without cause. Jack has the upper hand in physical strength and weapons. The knights' faces hardened.

Bloop!

When the knights have finished attacking, a sudden flame rises from around Jack. The wizards behind us have conjured magic together. Jack remains silent without taking any evasive action. I'm sorry for the wizards, but I'm not as itchy as this magic. Armor is armor.

'How tolerant is my trait.'

I ignored the flames and rolled my feet roughly. Jack's body shoots forward. I swiftly approached the nearest knight and swung my sword. I liked the horror and horror of the knight in the helmet.

Fight!

A knight's head rises high. As the fountain is scattered, the body that loses its top command center is helplessly seated.

"You bastard!"

A sword flies from the side with an angry voice. A similar trajectory also fires another sword on the other side. Jack grabs the sword with his right hand and swings it away from his right. At the same time, the left hand of the gauntlet strikes the flying blade from the other side. Two knights stagger backwards with two blasts.

'What should I do?'

Shall we march forward, killing each and every one of them, or shall we go for the king? It was when Jack was in a short state of concern.

"Huh?"

Several more knights have come in from behind as reinforcements. At the same time, the duc and the king face each other, and the crowd begins to pass by Jack's side. The knights rush forward, risking their lives and never sending them away. It's not much of a risk, but Jack sends the duc to deal with the knights without a move.

You're just gonna walk away from a dangerous guy? '

Good judgment.This is a palace, but it's already a hostile place. It would be wise to escape as soon as possible from the trap. It turns out that the person who stands in the way of that is not very good at it.

'It's better to sprinkle a few scapegoats.'

Still, he seemed to think he was pretty strong. I put half my knights into making time and even left the Wizard. They really hit Jack with all their might. Jack is swarmed by their attacks. Desperate as they rush in with all their might, they are overwhelmed with despair as they see little effect on Jack, who moves like he's underwater. However, the face in the helmet was not so dark. They may die here, but they still protect those who must. Jack guessed their minds' Cook, Cook. 'I laughed and laughed.

Jack sprints back and distances himself from the knights. The knights slowly narrow the streets, keeping an eye on the Slimy Jack. The Wizard was working hard behind the scenes. But they are careless, and Jack turns his head. The duc's party flees. Are you going after them? The knights are nervous. But Jack had no intention of going after them.

You can already see the duc's group approaching the far gate of the palace. It seemed urgent, but nothing else seemed to be going on. The knights stare at you to see if you're worried about them. Luckily, I was able to escape safely. It was a time of weak relief in the eyes of the knights and wizards. Their eyes are called to tear.

The duc's party looks odd. Suddenly, it stopped and I saw him bouncing around. Something went wrong. It was an idea shared by the remaining knights and wizards.

"Kuang!"

Jack shouts in exaggeration, as if to be heard by knights and wizards. The sound freezes the hearts of the knights and wizards.

"West, probably · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Before the end of the article.

Kuang!

A massive explosion in the duc's company brightens people's eyes.

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