Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

I looked at the head rolling the floor. The steel helmet was soon trampled on by a large number of soldiers, and his head was covered in mud and could not be seen rolling.

An Imperial soldier with one leg cut off was soon slaughtered on Cristina's fallen body.

Thousands of spears have come out. Bodies fall on top of it.

Cristina made it with a giant sword.

The empire was quickly overwhelmed by Allied troop commanders.

Then I thought crazy. Why is Cristina here?

I soon remembered why.

This life did not involve Erastor at all after saving Rubia.

Cristina won the tournament that I didn't take part in, and then she was crowned an uncle in Rubia.

Ray Kirk.

Lord of Erasts.

Character is ugly in itself without decoration, but at least it has the equivalent of strength.

There was selfishness in things.

As a result, the knight died here.

The lord of Erastor, who had been mistreated and lost his knights to loyalty, sneaked into a more dense area seizure.

“Rice, you stupid ogre! I let him back in, and he couldn't get through anything like this! ”

Even now, he raised his voice of condemnation to my knight who threw himself into this rather troublesome siege.

Honor. Tolerance. Strength. Patience. Loyal.

If there is a knight, I have chosen the wrong one a thousand times.

It was a waste of desperate loyalty, and the disappearance burst.

“Piss off.”

In a crowded formation that cannot be controlled by even the skill of terror, you walk into the presence of the lord Erastor, slaughtering dozens of people and running away.

You run the streets obsessed with life, chasing after the man who was pierced by the same blade.

I never laid a hand on her, but she pushed me over and broke my arm and my leg.

She was lying on the floor.

A terrifying skill surrounds the area, creating a narrow space of its own.

He simply swings his sword and breaks one arm, then asks.

“Do you remember Rubia? ”

The scream echoes.

Maybe he's a savior to me in some way.

Because he was so desperate for Rubia, he even made the daughter of the lord who used to only read books think about raising skeleton soldiers from the grave.

Of course, the hunters he sent...

It is offensive to have to suffer repeatedly several times.

“Lou. What? Ugh, that bitch, she really ran away? That's ridiculous. I've already contacted Eublam! ”

I pierced my mouth with one knife. The sword knocks all its teeth out, falling like broken glass.

“Shhh! Shhh! ”

It was too crowded around me.

I didn't even feel the need to deal with it for long.

When he kicked, he bounced away.

I stood up on a broken bridge as if it were burning down my last life. Then I shouted.

“Me, me! Lord of Erastor! Escape, all of you! ”

A bubble popped out of my mouth.

Squeaker!

A spear flew in from behind him like lightning.

No matter how strong the spear flew, it pierced both the front and back of the armor and through the heart.

I was stuck on the ground once.

A corpse sewn in the sky trembles with a tremor like a frog trampled on it.

The spear that flew like an arrow was not thrown from the outside.

“Anyone who runs inside! Immediately decapitate the commander! All Lancers! Line up and charge back at the enemy! ”

A single word repeats the cries that seem to burst into the soldier's heart, ordering the battering ram on the front.

Ray Kirk has a strong appeal that will eventually be forgotten.

It was his voice.

I turned my head.

A cavalry forced into Isaac's second diversion.

The man cries out in a loud voice and takes off his helmet from his horse.

Short, gray hair scattered in the blood. “I am Oskar! A Lancer that can break through enemies before the Earl of the Empire! ”

What the fuck!

Harbard the First Corps slaughters three Allied forces nearby.

It was an attack that seemed to suddenly expand in range while drawing a shadow. It was a subtle magic that moved with a black horse while pressing down its inner leg.

The man once again swings Halberd strongly to the maximum range, and the five spears that were to be blocked are cut off at once.

“Pursue! Do not spare the enemy! ”

Despite the overwhelming battlefield situation, the white-haired man forced the illusion that the Imperial Army had won a victory over him.

Hundreds of intestinal soldiers who had increased their strength by one flinched back.

A cavalry attack has been made that will allow for a really short charge.

Oskar.

I'm lucky.

I didn't expect to see the commander of the Imperial Cavalry.

Thirty paces remained. I glanced at Halberd, whose blue light was sensitive.

Shhhhh!

The black man plunges into madness with his blade.

‘Sprint.’

Pot!

I plunged straight into the space created by the white-haired Lancer.

I swung the blade that compressed the sword at the mounted Lancer.

Ka 'ang!

Hee-hee-hee!

The Lancer barely stopped the merger.

The horse breaks its hind legs just like that.

However, the white-haired spearer wrapped the horse around his legs and again swinged Halberd strongly, and the black horse rose again, adding elasticity to the attack.

I stand with my legs to the ground and raise my sword in an attack that plummets from top to bottom.

Grab it!

Halberd's blood bursts from the clutches of the Lancer's wrinkled fingers as he breaks. I don't know if you've been bitten, or if you've been bitten.

He jumps up to the bloodthirsty harlot, stabs him in the chest, pulls it out, and slashes his head again.

“I, the Enemy Commander, am dead! ”

“Oh, Oskar! ”

“Aaahhhh!”

Dozens of horsemen rush in screaming, but no one follows half the man who just killed him.

You slam Heavy Lance's neck in two or three pieces at a time.

There seems to be absolutely no chance that the Imperial Cavalry will survive here.

‘Absorption.’

I reached out to Oscar's corpse, radiating blue light.

If he's in a good environment, he might be able to defeat 10,000 Lancer soldiers with 300.

Woohoo.

[Learn Horseback Spear Lv.1!]

[Horseback Spear Lv.2.]

[You learned Horseback Spear Lv.3!]

He earned the Couched Lance.

If more than one person is penetrated at a time, an additional EXP is awarded.

Then.

You will hear a message that your riding skills have improved.

I'm faster than most horses, but there's no harm in thinking about when I meet a great horse later.

There are more skills that are absorbed than I thought.

Looks like they got the big guy.

[You learned Horse Lv.4!]

[You learned Horseback Lv.5!]

[Perks: Training (Get Lee!]

As you level up your horse, you have been granted a privilege. The ability to not only obey horses, but also those perceived to be 'mounts.’

Quickly increases the EXP of your Horse riding.

One last time, Oskar's body loses its light.

Are the remaining enemy commanders one Renault Ridvaren?

Then he turned away from them, striking (them) down.

I examined the battlefield.

I see an enemy troop of mediators running from behind.

No. Was he originally a knight?

About forty knights off a horse try to cover up someone bleeding from their leg and pierce the blood.

The protected man seems to be strangely stuck in his thigh with an arrow fired during the struggle, causing him to be unable to ride.

Apparently he can't ride a horse, so he ordered the knights around him to get off the horse.

Oskar, who died as a cavalry to the end.

He is compared to the Earl.

If only he were alive. The cavalry might have reconsidered his orders.

Boom!

The cavalry is being unloaded by the iron men, and the camp is falling apart completely.

A cavalry member with a longsword is crushed by a steel machine instead of Heavy Lance.

There was a small error at the edges of the blade, but the blade could not pierce the thick iron plate.

You're foaming at the punch that counters.

Looking at the dying escort, two or three at a time, the man in the middle turns to me and shouts.

I couldn't read it from a distance like a crucian carp.

"Detection."

[Activate Detection Lv.7!]

“Wizard! Now! Power now.

No, you have to save me! ”

Wizard?

The user has no idea how powerful the target is. It's strange that he didn't put much effort into the situation.

Scroll, Mandara, if you need reagents, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The man only wears a lightly fluttering robe.

Even the staff can't be seen where it's hidden.

It's not uncommon to be chopped meat like that right now.

However, the swirling spears, arrowheads, and the ironborn frenzy seem to snatch away at the man.

It didn't bounce off of S.H.I.E.L.D., it didn't catch fire.

Every attack is slipping past him.

“What the hell are you doing! You came all this way to protect me, didn't you? ”

The man in the robe argues in a tone that sounds like he heard a bad joke.

“Huh? No. A man like you.

The only way to live is to make shit.

Will you? ”

“What! What! No, I must have misheard you. ”

“Suit yourself.”

“I command you as Lord of the Empire! Break through the siege and bring me back alive! ”

“I didn't tell you. What's the point of saving your life? It's hard to wipe out this army alone. Now that the observations are over, I'll be going now. I'm suicidal because we've been in this together. ”

“Hey, you're crazy! I am the Inquisitor! ”

Reversed by fear and fury, Lord Ridvaren swings his sword at the wizard.

However, the blade flies straight to the neck, waving strangely away from the opposing Pokémon.

I didn't block it or bounce it to the side. It was like swinging a knife in the wrong direction from the start.

“Good work. Suicide. It's really late when you think you're late. ”

Maybe it was a mistake.

The man in the robe, he glanced at me and saw me on the battlefield.

I hid it.

Screaming!

The blade splits the armor in half.

The head of the last knight who was escorting Renault Ridvaren falls.

I stood on the boat of the last man alone and held a knife down.

“Huff, huff! ”

The Marquis of Ridvaren can be trusted with reality.

Duck was trembling, saying no.

I put a blade right under his chin. “Do you remember Ray Rubia? ”

“Lou, huh? Ray Rubia.

“You handed her over to a religious trial. You really don't remember? ”

His eyes became blurred even further.

“Well, I can't remember all that little stuff. If you surrender to me, I'll arrange a meeting! I promise you by name! ”

You mean you don't even remember the name of the woman who drove you to ruin?

Regardless, it seems naturally persistent, so emotions do not remain memorable.

I have lost my words to him that this is a routine I do not remember.

Torture might help you remember.

Anyway.

Not now, even if it kills you.

I have more questions.

“Who was that man with you? Are you a wizard? Tell me what you know. ”

“He, he. ”

Just in time.

On the neck of the late Renault Ridvaren, a black dot quickly took on the shape of a snake.