She Retaliated Because Her Entire Family Was Wrongfully Executed. And Thoroughly at That!

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

"Wow!

"Help me. Yikes!!

A large number of humans had fled in the midst of screaming and blood smoke all around them. The army, which had been neatly arranged until earlier, has now lost control without a shadow to see.

An uncontrolled army or something is just prey. No matter how good the individual's martial arts are, he or she cannot exert his or her power in this situation of chaos around him or her.

"What the fuck!! This!!

One knight screams out loud. Suddenly a giant knight appeared with a sword and began to ravage us with the blade of tyranny. It was a unilateral massacre, not a battle or anything, and many of my comrades were relentlessly killed by monsters.

"Out of the way!!

"Me first!!

"Get out of my way!!

The anger around you is not meant to fight, but the voice of escape. At first, everyone who was trying to fight was immediately reminded of the sweetness of their prospects.

The knight's sword is crushed by every shield, even if it is taken by a shield, and is broken by body as it is. There's no way I can fight such a non-standard monster. He fled from those whose hearts were broken.

The army, completely out of control, runs apart, but there is too much confusion when as many as 200,000 humans flee.

(Will you die here!! I'm leaving!!

The knight thinks of the face of his beloved new wife waiting at home. He had taken part in the Zalbbail crusade two months earlier, and he was finally allowed to marry because of his accomplishments.

Whether it was merit or bravery, it did not take away those with mighty courage. However, most of them mercilessly slaughtered those fleeing from behind. Still, he was praised for killing many of his enemies.

It can no longer be a feat to slaughter one's own people, but the Zalbvail territory was jealous of others because it was a misdigit affluence compared to others.

As a matter of fact, the abundance of the territory of Zalbbail was the result of the proper rule of the Marquis of Zalbbail and the efforts of its inhabitants, but the things around it are not passed on to the other inhabitants. Other armies had feelings similar to the resentment of "doing well."

"Kill him!!

"Don't pity me!!

"Think of our grievances!!

A voice entered the knight's ear that incited the killing, not the voice of escape. There were soldiers who were killing those fleeing with hateful eyes if the knight looked over there.

The soldiers are raising those who flee in perfectly useless movements to blood festivals.

(hey...... what are those guys? Does such a strong man exist...)

The knight was wrapping his tongue around the skill of the soldiers. The slaughter was too fast to discern the movement in the eyes of a knight. He is skilled enough to contend for first or second place in the battlefield. The knight decided that it was good enough to fight those knights of the dead.

Fight those guys and they'll kill you for sure.

Judging by that, the knight decided to run through the battlefield in confusion with the soldiers. That was the late behavior that I considered the most viable.

It worked, and the knight managed to fall through the battlefield.

But those who had fallen into battle could never rest in peace.

The knight finally reached the city where his family lived ten days after falling off the battlefield. On the way away, many of them fell on the blades of the knights of the dead, and could not return to their homeland.

The knight managed to get through the lukewarm harsh retreat of even the expression Hell. Those who are slain by the knights of the dead during their retreat shall exceed fifty thousand graciously. None of the survivors are intact.

The knight also heard a scream as he fled, 'Wait!!' 'Don't leave me!! He even ran away with his ears blocked by the voice'.

"Good..."

The knight spat out words of potpourri and relief when he saw the lights of the city. Somewhere in my heart, I wondered if my homeland was already ravaged by those knights.

The knight squeezes his last strength and hurries to the city. But along the way, the knight realizes that there is. Something like that is quite damaging the gates that are the guardians of the city.

"No way... I shouldn't..."

Nature and the knight's feet go faster as they dispel the anxiety that comes out of them desperately.

(Shelly...... please stay safe!!

The knight runs in his heart calling his beloved wife's name. Several soldiers guarded the gate at the gate.

"Please let me in!!

The knight pleads with his soldiers. The soldiers give a look of surprise for a moment, but I guess they know the knight's face. Soon they lifted their guard.

"Dear Hague Gol, what the hell is that outfit...?

The confused voice of the soldier was more than happy for the knight. Because not knowing the circumstances means those knights haven't shown up here. If those knights had appeared, it would not be strange for the city to be doomed, but it seemed to the knights to be safe to say that they did not know the circumstances.

"The battle is a huge defeat. I honestly don't know what happened to everyone. But we must discuss the response immediately. I need to tell you something, so let me through!!

The soldiers exchanged their sights on the imminent appearance of the knight. There was a certain amount of traffic time, and now it seemed confused because it was past that time.

"I know what it's like to be confused because it breaks the rules. But think of it as a moment of contention!

"... ok. Hey."

A soldier nodded as the soldier told another soldier opened the gate.

"Thank you!!

The moment the gate opens, the knight rushes into the city. The soldiers muttered potpourrily as they dropped it off.

"I'm sorry… I can't resist"

A black beard rose from the soldiers' bodies.