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Junsung opened his super-sense and watched the situation beyond the wall as Montmont safely infiltrated the wall.

As expected, the lord here is preparing to confront him with his troops, scarcely confirming that Jun-san is alone.

Originally, people tend to doubt what they have not seen.

It is clear that the quadrilateral defeated the reputable knights of the time with overwhelming skill.

But what happened in the process was so devastating that no matter who heard it, there was a rather exaggerated exaggeration, and there was a lot of hard to believe that it actually happened, even though it was a ceremony with a thousand photowarriors.

Many of those who witnessed the situation at the time were still distracted from consciousness after being crushed by the quadrilateral force. However, the fact that there were no casualties despite such vigorous fighting would have been sufficient reason to cast doubt that the consciousness of the photowarriors was nothing more than a performance.

Even if the opponent is not so aggressive in combat, nothing really matters.

Although it must be said that the majority of what happened in Ibeloa was done through the hands of Duke Grefs, the lord of this place, because Junsung decided to make this place an example for the Delordan royal and other capital nobles.

After a while, a messenger with a flag immediately opens the gate and shouts to Jun-san.

“Knight Feud is a Battle Royalty! ”

Then he goes back to where he was, without even hearing the answer.

In the first place, shouting like that was nothing more than a supper in case the last words came out.

The Battle Royalty Knight Feud was originally a way for nobles to unite themselves when they were involved in a single problem.

The Battle Royalty method can be said to be a victory or a non-victory, so it is often used when there are only two such conflicting nobles.

But it is also clear that there is no convention or no law.

Soon after the messenger returned, a bridge between the exterior wall and the Berthim wall was opened, and a horde of horsemen jumped and split in half, taking over behind the quadrant. Hundreds of soldiers came out again.

Jun-san didn't have to do this to escape from the beginning, but once the siege was complete, he revealed a nobleman wrapped around his body in a splendid armor and on a white horse.

“Are you a stranger named Park Joon-san? ”

Towards a middle-aged aristocrat with a stern expression, Joon Sang responded by nodding his head like a horse.

In response to a quasi-nervical response that seemed annoying even to open his mouth, Little Grefs frowned and suddenly lifted up his voice and cried out.

“Get started!”

When his orders fall, a part of the cavalry that was circling widely around the quadrant slowly assembles outside the besiege of the soldiers, but starts to rush with the movement as it is.

The heavy weight of the horse that ran with a loud breath, and the strong armor that mounted the cavalry spear in his hand and rushed up to the goal, were threatening enough to make the watchers self-resilient.

Even in Knight Feud, a cavalry raid is made to drop the opponent on the horse, but there is a difference between a single knight making an attack and a cavalry making an advance.

The Duke of Grefs admires the cavalry he has raised and turns his gaze to the quadrant.

But the stranger remained motionless, as he was when he first appeared.

Even in this situation where the sound of the horse's hoof was ringing the axle, the horse's head turned toward the cavalry was not even visible.

I'm so surprised that I can't even move.

Or they don't even feel the need to.

At this moment, the race began to resonate in the head of the reluctant Duke of Greaves.

This is something wrong.

I can't do that without it.

But before his thoughts were transmitted from the brain to the body to show any response, he stood still on the horse and grabbed a huge sack of sword with an ominous dark red color, which he did not even know where it came from in his quadrilateral hand.

As soon as he sees the sword in his hand, he hardens.

With the great sword of the ominous light in his hand, which seemed to be flowing on the sword, the blood that began to bend quickly bounced back like a light push of a cavalry spear stabbed at him, and he shook his wrist and swung the sword.

The cavalry, standing at the forefront, lowered toward the quadrant and stabbed the cavalry carefully. Suddenly, when the window was bounced off by the quadrant's great sword, the cavalry almost missed the spear. The moment he rushed to collect the spear, he realized something like a dark red wave was flying towards his shoulder.

That was the end.

The cavalry that pierced the spear from the front to the quadrilateral could not withstand the heavy shock of crushing the hump, but flew through the air and fell over the heads of the soldiers who surrounded it. His neck snapped and he took no breath.

“Holy shit.”

Joon Sang fills his tongue, but swings his sword again to deal with other intestinal soldiers pushed toward him in a row.

Puck!

Quajic!

The thick armor across the body was meaningless.

When you lift a spear to block it, it breaks, and when you lift a shield, it flies to the shield.

I'm not swinging my sword, I'm swinging like a fly with one hand, and there's not a single person who can handle the attack.

The cavalry continued to attack with malice.

However, none of them was able to pass by the quadrilateral with their horses intact.

“... ”

At last, when the cavalry's raid was over, the surroundings were silenced.

No, it was precisely the sound of the horses losing their owners thumping and the groaning of the cavalry that should have been on them.

Gulp.

Duke Greaves realized that he was so mistaken that he was mistaken.

The information and rumors he sold in a bluff were rather shrinking.

Jun-san shook his sword with one hand, without even running his horses through the thirty cavalry that were preparing to attack.

Moreover, I can't even see the color of my breath on a subject that has done such an absurd thing.

This man is different.

In the first place, it was insane to cut it into human specifications.

Jun-san shook all the cavalry, and then slowly opened the momentum he was suppressing.

“Ugh...”

“Ughh...”

Soldiers freeze into the senseless dance, and suddenly start to tremble.

The name of the energy that began to flow from Jun-san, who changed the combo, was the magnificence of the rabbit.

As soon as he saw it, soldiers under the influence of an ominous energy that made him feel the intense urge to flee began to step behind him without even knowing it.

Of course, the same was true of Viscount Greaves, who was sitting on a beautiful white horse with white hair and had a bruised look at the situation that had just happened in front of his eyes.

He can't stand the reluctance to erode the peripheral nerves and dig into the brain and cry out like this.

“Retreat! Retreat! Get back!”

We must not fight this man.

It was wrong to try to fight such monsters in the first place.

Viscount Gréfés Ubel shouts as his instincts lead him when he is overwhelmed by the majesty of the rabid dog and becomes incapable of normal thinking, turning first and fleeing into the castle.

When the Viscount who led them turned around like that, the soldiers had no reason to hesitate.

Jun-san stands on a ghost horse and watches Viscount Grefs and his soldiers flee into a heavy castle.

After passing through the gateway and entering the thick gate of the outer wall, Ubel only sighs of relief, followed by a shout to the incoming soldiers.

“Lift up the bridge and close the gates! Come on!"

Fortunately, he was still not thinking of moving outside the gate, so the soldiers were able to close the gates and lift the bridge by waiting for all of their comrades to flee and enter.

They barely sighed with relief leaning against the solid wall.

However, they had forgotten one thing.

The way Duke Greaves first came forward was the Battle Royale, not the other way around.

This is how all the people in the Knights' Feud will fall and only one winner will be left.

If they really wanted to be safe, they should have put the word surrender in their mouths before fleeing, but they did not realize such a simple fact because of the majesty of the rabbit.

As all the soldiers flee into the castle, Junsung picks out two giant iron balls instead of an annealer.

Named after Randazal's fury, this relentless weapon was originally used as a siege weapon to destroy walls.

From the beginning, Junsang had no intention of leaving anything that could serve as a basis for his recollection.

Kukung!

Two heavy iron balls ring the axle and fall off.

Junsang bounced his wrist and grabbed a piece of iron in his hand, and began to swing loudly.

Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!

Soldiers who were sighing in relief against the wall were suddenly struck by this strange sound that began to come from the outside.

No matter how powerful he may be, he will not be able to build such a large and hardened wall by himself.

Soldiers thought about that and tried to calm down their anxiety, but not even the young soldiers who were watching the quadrilateral on the walls.

“That's ridiculous. ”

“Stan, no way... you're not? ”

As the soldiers who were guarding the wall murmured in a less shaky voice, the soldiers quickly climbed over the wall and looked out.

That's when.

An enormous sound that seems to turn the sky and earth upside down shakes the castle of Grefs.

Quack!

The soldiers, of course, fell down from the horse and bowed their heads in astonishment, even as Ubel was shaking his neck with a well.

Where did the thunder come from?

Ubel kicked his tongue and looked up at the sky unknowingly, but the sky that came into his sight was clear without a single cloud.

I look around again to see what's going on, and I see the soldiers climbing up the wall floating in terror.

“What the hell...”

Ubel frowns and opens his mouth like that, but once again a tremendous sound comes to his ear.

Quack!

Again, Ubel, who bowed his head in disgust, hurriedly jumped up the stairs to the wall and looked out at the soldiers shaking with a bruised expression.

At first, a lot of dirt blew up and I couldn't figure out what was going on.

However, as the wind pushed away the dust, Ubel stopped breathing with his own eyes.

It is not as robust as the exterior, but beyond the openings lies a butterfly wall surrounding the moat.

And there was a defensive gateway connecting the fortified wall to the castle.

A gateway to horses. It was a defensive stronghold that built two small castle towers and built a wall between them. It was practically a small castle.

However, the only thing that came to Ubel's eyes at this moment was a pile of crushed stones, not the gateway he called the face of the castle of Grefs.

Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!

And beyond that, I saw a giant iron ball in a man's hand circling through the air.

Junsung passes through the ruins of the broken gateway and stands still as the crucible descends.

I don't think so.

No matter how beyond the power of man, it is impossible.

Duke Grefs Ubel muttered and suppressed the anxiety in his heart, but the thoughts of the other soldiers were completely different.

“Run!”

“Evil! The author is evil! ”

The soldiers leave their weapons wrapped around their heads and go down the heavy walls.

Ubel looks at the soldiers and tries to make a sound, but before he opens his mouth again, the wall that he was building begins to shake with a thunderous sound.

“Ugh!”

Upon being frightened and bowing quickly, Ubel solidifies as it is in the unbelievable sight that immediately follows.

Urgh.

In front of his eyes, as if it were a landslide, the castle situated above the gate was crumbling.

“... ”

When people are too surprised, they don't even see any response, and that's what Ubel is now.

He didn't even think to move with his mouth open, even when the dust emanating from the castle collapsed.

But the disaster was not over yet.

Randazal's fury, out of the hands of the quadrant, held both sides of the gate like a giant and flew relentlessly toward the Tower of the Sun.

Quack!

The seven castle towers that support the castle of Grefs.

However, even that sturdy, solid castle tower could not handle the power of a massive piece of iron that flew out of the hands of the quadrilateral.

I want to squeeze and whisper once, but I immediately crack from the foundation and hesitate to sit down.

After the castle, Ubel even collapsed, and ran away from the wall as if he were rolling around, making fun of the howling legs.

And as he ran towards the resistance of the heavy families, another castle tower, standing beside the citadel, collapsed again with a great roar.

On that day, the Delordan royals and the capital aristocrats heard some incredible news.

It was the fall of the Grefs.

No, it was incorrect to say that this incident was simply a fall.

He would do that, too, because the castle of Grefs was completely destroyed without leaving any of the cornerstones intact.

It was also by the hand of only one stranger, the quasi-sung.