The World of Masks

Bill, a proud proximal knight in the Kingdom of Caledum and a prominent force within the Kingdom, was responsible for escorting the duc in this war. Usually, they never leave the palace and serve as guards for the king, the royal family, and the royal palace, but they could not stay in the capital as long as the situation was brief. According to the king's decision, a large number of proximal knights left the capital to join the war. Built was one of them. It was an honor to be entrusted with the glorious task of protecting the world and defeating the Demon King. But what was assigned to Build was the escort of the General Commander, Duke Chrys. I did not participate in direct combat to fulfill the mission, so orders were placed on the sore car. It was a manhunt and execution for an enemy that might be hiding in the mountains.

The build shrugs its lower body using a low forest as a cover. I slightly tilted the bush with my hand to clear my sight. Normally, I would never do anything with the prestige or prestige of a knight, but this was the exception as the mission was the mission.

'Yes!'

The build glows with its eyes. At the top of the mountain, there was a place that was protruding out and forming a cliff. The battlefield was a great place to see from a glance. There was that man. It was someone who pressed deep into a robe engraved on a broken symbol. The staff you're holding has a creepy human skull hanging around it. He was a suspicious man in every way.

'Signal.'

You move your heels slightly and step back. Once I saw the Enemy Monster, the search mission was a success. All that remains is execution. I'm going to call for the cheerleaders. However, the build moves slightly backwards and remains motionless.

'If it is now.'

A desire rose from the mind of Build.

Honestly, the battlefield is very difficult right now. The giant undead, who appeared on the plain looking down at the mountain, has taken the beast away for a while. Fortunately, they remained silent in Madofo's single gunfire, but it was clear from what they saw on the mountain that the battlefield did not improve much. How many sacrifices will there be until we call in the cheerleaders and take him out?

'He's a wizard anyway.'

There are no escorts around. I don't know if I sent them all to the battlefield or put them on standby somewhere else, but if Builder's skill is enough, I can get up there in the blink of an eye and blow his head off. Built had enough confidence in his skills.

Rrrrgh.

I quietly took my hand to the hilt of the sword. I squeezed the handle. I burned my life force and squeezed my legs.

For the soldiers who are still dying, for the victory of this war, for protecting this world from the horrors of the Demon King, and for his future to be a hero.

Puang!

The ground bursts with the sound of a cannon blast. Build leaps out of the bush, sprinkling heavy dirt behind him. He draws his sword. Built narrows the streets in no time. As expected, the enemy did not do anything. Now you can swing your sword and cut his head off. The build empowers the arm.

Screaming!

I heard a cut.

"Huh?"

Built out a question. He hasn't cut his head yet. But it definitely sounded like something was being cut. I couldn't figure out why. My arm was empty there for some reason.

Fight!

Built's neck rises high into the air. Built's head falls flat as he leaps in.

Aaaaah!

His body rolls to the ground, splattering blood. The body tumbles down the cliff.

Fluffy, fluffy!

You hear two crashes behind you. It was the neck of a cut build and the arm of a cut build before that.

The Dark Wizard casts an indifferent glance at the body of the Builder. A black skeleton walks alongside him. The Dark Wizard had him surrounded by his own escort.

"Tsk, tsk, they don't know the fountain."

Puck!

The Dark Wizard drops his arm and head down the cliffs of his car. I scratched my chin with my bare hands.

"Hmm, he was scouting this mountain. In the middle of a battle, they can't send scouts to a seedy place despite their own disadvantages. I knew you'd notice."

I kicked my tongue lightly.

It's not dangerous, but it's a bit annoying. We had to make sure they didn't find the altar. Of course, we have a security force, but we've kept them to a minimum just in case. Although the battlefield is advantageous, it is not a situation that allows for more reserve troops.

"It would be a bad idea to think that he came here to scout alone."

The Dark Wizard looked around. I can see ten or five black skeletons standing there. The Dark Wizard sends the rest of you from mountain to mountain, leaving only two. I intend to exterminate those who have entered this mountain. The commanded black skeletons scatter to the winds.

The Dark Wizard looks down at the battlefield again. The loss of the Giant Skeleton Hand is painful, but fortunately, the battlefield is advantageous. Its health is infinitely undead and its advantages will become increasingly solid.

'It's only a matter of time before we get the Demon King's power out of their dead bodies.'

It was time for the Dark Wizard to be satisfied with a dark smile.

Hmph!

His head snaps back.

An urgent signal has come from the altar. Someone broke into the cave. His face frowns.

'What a bastard!'

I'm not worried because I've left a small herd of defensive troops made of black skeletons. Some knights have no chin to penetrate that force. There was only one intruder. It was not worth considering It was just a bad feeling that someone had discovered the entrance to a hidden hideout.

"Huh?"

The Dark Wizard's body felt trembling. My eyes opened and my complexion turned pale.

You feel the guard you've set up disappear at a rapid rate. They were protecting important places, so they connected their spirits more strongly than the others. I feel like the undead are falling apart.

"· · · · · · · · · No way!"

The Dark Wizard hurriedly shared the Undead's vision. Enemy in his sights. A creature wearing dark armor and wielding a dark sword. I'll never forget it. It was the image of the Demon King and his colleagues who were scolding the world 50 years ago.

"Dark Knight!"

His roaring voice echoes across the hillside.

* * *

Phew!

A thick, black black blade shatters the skull of a black skull. Unlike the foam, the Black Skull has collapsed to nothing. Jack lowers his sword and looks around. A considerable amount of undead has fallen. The Dark Wizard, as I recall, left quite a bit of a guard.

Boom!

The sword rests on your shoulders and you move your feet again. Either you put on the Dark Knight's armor again and draw the Dark Knight's sword before you entered the cave, or it was Jack. The guard takes a quick step inside the cave.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

A few undead appear again. Jack wields his sword without much effort. The Black Skulls who were able to kill the knights easily on the battlefield were wiped out in front of Jack.

If it wasn't for the 10,000 troops, that would be about it. '

The name Dark Knight is not a form. Even if the Dark Wizard were still in the building, winning was enough. In this narrow space, the proximity character has the advantage. It is a narrow cave and is less likely to be surrounded. Jack runs as he smacks the undead coming out of the cave.

The road is familiar. It matches exactly what the Dark Knight had in mind. I used it as a stronghold but didn't seem to pay much for it. You walk along a straight line of caves. Soon after, a large pupil appeared.

"Found!"

Jack tilts his head back. A familiar pyramid-shaped structure is visible. It was the Demon King's altar I had seen so far. One, the scale was so large that it was not even comparable to what it had seen so far. It seemed to be enough for three times the work of the other altars.

Boom, boom!

The undead, who discovered the shard particles, start coming from everywhere. With a massive joint internal relationship, quite a large number of people approached slowly, drawing a semi-circular siege, without sticking as far as before. Jack twists his sword.

'We don't have time to fight.'

It was easy to process this number, but it was time. I tried to break through. Swinging the sword aloud, the three undead surrounding you are instantly frozen. I didn't take him down completely because I wasn't aiming for his head, but at least the maneuver must have been completely destroyed. The other undead rush at Jack, but he already breaks through the siege and makes his way to the altar. It was time for the undead to chase after Jack.

Qajik!

An undead closest to the entrance to the cave is broken. A group of undead pour in from the entrance. You swing your weapon indiscriminately at the undead who are turning their backs to pursue Jack. A small portion of the undead pursue Jack in a surprise attack breaks down excellently.

'Should be enough to grab an ankle.'

They were undead, created by Jack himself using the Dark Knight's skill. As soon as he came up the mountain, he called out those who were waiting in the ground some distance away.

The undead left behind by Jack and the Dark Wizard to defend the altar clashes violently. Although it is an undead made with the power of a dark knight, it is nothing compared to the undead created by a dark wizard. But still, it was an undead created by one of the Demon King's officers, the Dark Knights. Jack's undead, who even received the Dark Knight's Buff, were quite propaganda. It was a great performance considering that the undead that Callie used to make were shattered without fail.

The undead, who brought him here, buy him some time, and he doesn't look back and runs toward the altar. An elongation strikes from behind. Humans' battles would have been shouting, gossip, and swearing, but it was an unspeakable battle, so a fiercely quiet battle took place. The only sound you hear is the sound of weapons clashing and bones crumbling.

Instead of going up the stairs, Jack returns to the side of the altar. What we need to find is a secret chamber with crystals, not above the altar.

Glug!

The structure was the same as the other places. Jack tucks himself into the crack of the open door and leaps inside, even before the door that is pushed out quietly as if it were not there. The metal boots hit the ground, and the disturbance echoes through the passageway. As expected, there were not many guards who thought this place was a secret place.

After running for some time, a large room appeared again. In the middle, there was a large crystal. It rests on a pedestal made of pieces that seem to be propped up by monsters, spilling a jovial black energy.

I've finally reached my target. There is great joy on Jack's face.