Wortenia Senki (WN)

Two formations that were square rectangles at first.

The two change their shape slightly as they cross spears. Black waves erode white positions one by one.

"Ooh, this guy's been a lot of fun again. My knights and I hit each other head-on."

Roberto narrows his gaze to what's on the front line as he grips a long battle axe with his favorite pattern on the horse.

"Absolutely nothing like other personnel. This one's being pushed, right?

Seeing Roberto's attitude as if he was enjoying the situation, Signis shook his neck sideways as if he were frightened.

There is also a sarcastic grin on Signis' face. Even with him, this situation is proof that it is only one of several predetermined situations.

"Asshole. I thought you said you wanted to see what was in their hands... whoa, did the front-row squad leader get hit?"

Roberto laughs with his nigga's lips lifted to the report of a knight who has been running through the battlefield breathlessly.

That's an evil grin that doesn't really care about people's deaths. In fact, I can also say that if you try Roberto, that troop leader has no choice because he's stronger on the side of saying he's a disturber than saying he's a subordinate.

"Looks like you died in battle for being a good guide."

"Oh, he was such a jerk to shield our Lord's intentions on something."

That being said, Roberto gives a disgruntled look at Signis' words.

"But don't get me wrong. Nothing. I didn't kill him. I beat up all the big mouths from day to day, so I just gave him a little clue in front of me. I want you to thank me for giving me the chance to raise my martial arts."

As a result of Roberto's verbal skill in inspiring honor and preservation, the knight undertook to take command of the front row.

The result is as you can see.

Roberto succeeded in identifying the strength of the enemy forces at the expense of his men, who were difficult to use in the way.

"You're telling me there's no harm in falling either way. Roberto, as always, you're an idiot, but you only have an excellent eye for discerning people's nature."

"Hmm. Unlike you, I don't like to think about little difficult things. If you look at humans a little bit, you'll know what they look like. If you don't understand, you're too blind to see people."

Signis stares at the side of Roberto, who says so and gives him a muddled look.

The two of us have known each other for a long time. They decorated their first line on the same battlefield and have been intimate with each other ever since because of similar circumstances. Exactly a good relationship to say best friend.

But you can say that the nature of those two is the opposite.

Compared to Signis, an elaborate theorist, Roberto is truly a wild beast. A hunter of nature who hunts as his instincts do.

Enormous enough to be entrusted with the same front line, yet the surrounding assessment of them can be said to be the opposite.

(But then this man is worse in nature because he has more talent as a conspiracy general than his strength as a single samurai)

Roberto, who has earned acclaim for not reading the usual air and for his high martial name as a samurai, is recognized by his surroundings as a pig martial artist, but he instinctively uses his surrounding acclaim.

I guess he's a genius skin person who guides optimal solutions with sensation, not reason.

"Well good. You've got the information you need, and you think it's time to put your back down? Signis."

"Right. It's not a very good idea to trick around in the first war."

With that said, the two slowly began to turn the first chakra, Kundalini Chakra.

It fits into the breath, and through the pulse, the severe force of the vibrant Prana is regarded throughout the body.

A mass of hot force creeping up from the perineum gradually climbs up.

Fifth Vishudda Chakra, the highest chakra they can turn.

There are very few hands that can be turned to this fifth chakra, which supposedly exists in the throat, in all seven chakras.

It's a rare talent, tough training, and a frontier that exists ahead of you diving through numerous real-life battles.

"Let's go, Signis! You're the left wing."

"Okay. Leave it to me!

When the two were kicked in by the horse, they cut in for a sudden black tsunami.

Doyle, waving his spear on the front line, did feel that the air on the battlefield had changed at that moment.

The air that was supposed to have prevailed instantly reversed.

(What is this guy? It's like having a giant beast in front of you for the first time)

It feels like a worm crawling through my spine. Does that mean that, in words, you feel terrified?

Besides, Doyle doesn't try to deny the fear that springs up in his heart. Fear is never weakness.

Doyle, a slave, was thoroughly taught about the future on the peninsula by members of his warrior, the Red Lion.

Fear is one of the most important sensors human beings have. A man who no longer feels fear is only second-rate as a warrior.

Because I feel normal about fear, I can protect myself and deal with danger.

(yummy...... this guy can't be)

The Word from the Lord, which he told himself before the battle, resurrects behind Doyle's brain.

A forward enemy suddenly split left and right.

What showed up in front of me. The figure of one knight wielding a long battle axe with a huge pattern and easily kicking his companions.

It's like a knight hanging a deserted field. Fear his swinging blade. Even the Earl of Salzberg army is chasing behind him.

"Hands in the air! We're all surrounded!

Doyle's survival instincts set off an alarm firmly against the knight in front of him.

(You're either Roberto Beltran or Signis Galveira who met the Hall's words. Interesting, let me show you which is the top of the peninsula giant beast)

Before the appearance of the fiercest general to watch out for in this battle, Doyle's heart felt fear and the exaltation that prevailed over it.

I guess that was the same with the guys in Doyle's command squad.

"My name is Roberto Beltran! Son of a bitch who doesn't need his life!

That's a storm in the shape of a person.

The battle axe is swung down over the head with the roar of the beast.

The flesh of steel and the overwhelming vibe that strengthens it, "Plana". And it's the overwhelming violence brought about by the willingness to control them to perfection.

A fierce metal bump made a wooden spirit on the battlefield. Still, Doyle uses his full strength to resist the pressure.

(Heavy. What an intense penetration)

Roberto's blow was too intense, even considering the handfulness of saying horseback and walking.

The pattern of the spear, which received the battle axe, bent unbroken, and Doyle knelt on the spot.

Being protected by a helmet, Doyle's consciousness is blurred by the impact, although it is not fatal.

"Ho... this guy surprised me. I didn't know you were gonna stop me from blowing."

Words full of room that don't suit the battlefield go into Doyle's ear.

But Roberto is strong enough to say those words.

"Sora! How about this guy?

A swinging battle axe is drawn and shaken up in the same orbit.

A blow fired as it swept up hit Doyle's body.