Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

I looked forward again.

The knight who lightly lowered his posture. I was pulling my fist back again. The transparent energy seems to concentrate on the blue gauntlet from all sides.

Is that the Qi? ’

I focused. I tried to feel the air move. If he's in custody, he's committed to sensing his abilities.

The tournament reminded me of a powerful man. He talked about the ‘level of using chi'.

‘If you look closely. Maybe something will help. ’

I remembered the first meeting. At that time, he was torn to pieces without seeing anything.

But maybe it's because I saw the blue knight over and over again.

I felt something.

Obviously.

Around him.

There was a flow of dancing with rules, sequence and rhythm.

It is still unavailable .

‘You have to feel it. I don't get it at all. ’

Shhhhh!

The power of the intangible was once again drawn to the knight's fist.

“Your Excellency! ”

There's a commotion on the wall. Someone's panting screams go down.

The knight stops punching.

I looked up. I followed his gaze, and I looked up at the wall. Two men stand side by side on the crowbar, staring down.

The hordes with swords and spears crowd around him.

‘Author.? ’

Two men in front. One of them looks familiar to me. I had to do it because I burned him in front of my own eyes.

Strong body size.

Iron breastplate and cloak.

Sadistic and provocative impressions.

"Ublam's Guard Commander"? ’

He was agitated. He was making a fierce, horrified look on his face that didn't suit his impressions.

The other one is superficial. A man dressed in rich clothes with a stripped fox skin around his neck.

He shouts in succession.

“Your Excellency! This is a misunderstanding! ”

"The Marquis." The President? ’

I remembered what Lena said.

< If you listen to the appearance. Count Batienne von Leandro, I presume.

That's what Lena said. I was talking about the knights in blue armor.

Is that really him? ’

<. The youngest master of the Blue Lion Knights.

< One of Empire 4 swordsmen.

Obviously, there couldn't have been two "masters" of that appearance.

Lena's guess is confirmed. Several thoughts went through my head quickly.

‘You were beaten by a great one. ’

A knight in blue armor. I glanced over the walls of Empire 4's over-watching walls.

There was nothing going on.

He takes a step back.

The wind around you begins to suck into his feet.

The fat man cries out desperately.

“I'm so confused! Uh, we have no idea how you got here! ”

The Marquis does not answer.

The footing backwards bounces off the ground once more. The ground recedes, and the hard floor is broken and scattered backwards.

Kwaguang!

Blah!

A huge bang rang out.

You bury the screams of those standing on the wall.

I looked at the gate. The area that hit my foot was already rubbed like a mop. The hole is big enough to look inside.

You see a thick iron bar. Inside, there is another layer of doors.

But the thickest one is the one on the outside that's breaking down. There were several fists pierced through the castle.

The men on the wall seemed to have panicked.

“Your Excellency! He got what he wanted! It's him!”

“What is it? Lord! What the hell is he doing? ”

The bald guard commander was embarrassed. The men beside the lord draw their swords. Against him, the men near the guard commander also pick up their knives in clutches.

The lord shouts.

“He enslaved and sold the travelers! This is the shareholder of a new Necron society! He also received the seal. Let me punish him! ”

Earl Leandro tilts his head.

Jubbuck.

The Marquis takes a step back. I left the gate that was tearing for a moment and looked at the two men under the sun. He folds his arms and stares at them quietly.

The Lord's face turns pale. The lord's gaze flinches as if it were a rope from heaven and accuses the opposition with enthusiasm.

“He ran a dungeon around the castle! They fed us spiders and fed us! ”

You confront the Guard Commander without losing. He's furious enough to get bald.

“Son of a bitch, are you crazy? It wasn't all you! You grew drugs in the palace! Marquis! This is the man who poisoned the entire village! ”

Suddenly, it was hard to understand.

‘I thought we were partners. ’

In front of the crisis, it seemed to be a comrade that easily collapsed. Or maybe that "Marquis" is too much of a crisis.

The prince who was treated as a disaster took a step forward.

It was a boring attitude.

He slips a gauntlet finger into a small hole.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The eerie sound echoes through the air. It was the moment the gate was about to be torn apart to the side.

“I'll get him and bring him to you! Hit them all!

Arrest the traitor for violating Imperial law! ”

The lord shouts to the guards around him.

His head turned in horror in front of the man who smashed the castle with his fist.

The monarch stops walking. The bastards on the wall split in two and caused a thrombus.

There were more lords. However, the Guard Commander did a great job. He stabs the old men in the chest with a sword, and the hidden hammer smashes the lord's face.

The Emperor's Seal is pressed into the Lord's finger and the corpse is thrown down.

“Me, don't chase me! I don't know anything! Really.!"

It was a pathetic voice. It was hard to believe it was a man who killed ten people in an instant on the wall.

Chop, chop!

The lord falls dead. The article didn't answer much. You cut off the dead man's finger. I took the Seal. It was a clerical gesture. He approaches the gate again.

I put my hand in the hole. I grabbed the torn area and opened it to the left and to the right.

Yuck! Yuck!

The gate is torn apart. There is a hole the size of which a person can enter.

“Hee hee hee hee! ”

The guard commander glanced down. A small commotion arose. The man who was standing went down into the wall.

I felt like I was running away.

Hee-hee-hee!

I heard the sound of the horse crying. Inside the walls, you hear the hooves.

‘You did it.'

I thought I was in a saddle. I'm the one who threw the Gold Ingots and Seals at Yublam.

I asked the Guard Commander to hand it over. He killed Rubia for raising me from the grave.

I baked it alive twice, but of course it was dull.

After investigating the case properly, I couldn't even root it out for sure.

‘The lord must be involved. ’

I couldn't deal with it this time.

I'm on the run. I've just taken the bait.

Instead of me, I was asked to be beaten by the mysterious‘ tracker ’. Honestly, I didn't expect to.

But...

‘This. This is too much to plan. ’

The tracker seems to have taken an enormous interest in them.

The lord's face is crushed and destroyed beneath the wall, and the guard commander drives his horse away.

‘Hmm.,

It was boring. It felt so boring that they couldn't stand it for a moment. Is it because he's looking behind the Marquis?

A city addicted to drugs.

About Yublam's lordship, he thought it was a coalition of greed and conspiracy.

But I was such a petty villain.

Complex emotions went through my head.

At first, he sued, but soon he was nothing.

A little bitter.

If the regression continues, we'll have to keep killing them.

I've already seen the embarrassment and the ground.

‘Torture or murder. Not much of an inspiration. ’

I looked at the Marquis. He tore the gate wide open with his office, telling me not to discuss' no emotion ’in front of me. And I set foot in it.

Drumrock.!

The bars went up just in time. The double thick spear rises in turn.

The broken outer gate began to squeak and open with difficulty.

Smash through the outer gate and climb up the bars as you walk in. It was when I wanted to see the hallucinations. The inner gate is wide open to both sides.

I lay around and see some of the colonists muttering.

The baron looks around. You whistle. The horse hangs from me, and begins to pass through the gates arrogantly.

‘This time. Not so good. ’

Eublam was the second. You look around. The people of the city lie on their sides, opening their gates.

I can see the guard commander running away.

The monarch sneaks up and climbs onto his horse.

I lifted up the spear that hung me again.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

The horse races down the road. The gate was wide on either side. It was a structure that was getting narrower and narrower as it went inward.

Through the great well. A narrow road gives way to two horses.

You run north. The road divides again, but there is no confusion.

The escaped guard commander appears to have passed through the North Gate far away. The distance that seemed to be a few dots was narrowing rapidly.

Whew!

The icy wind shook his skull. Catching up was quick.

The guard commander races and shouts.

“I don't know anything! I really don't know anything! ”

Dagdac! Dagdac!

Six horses rode on the Yellow Plains. The four men following the guard commander seemed to be his henchmen. There are too many types of frustrations to remain in the castle.

The guard commander shouts loudly, as he thought he would get caught at this rate.

“Spread out!"

The two men in the back scattered to the left and to the right, respectively. The baron holds up a long cage that had been hanging from me.

At first, it was a weapon I thought was more strange than a spear. I can't see the spear properly.

The baron presses on somewhere in the cage and starts turning to the left.

Queek, queek.

The iron pole began to grow in an instant. It was much longer than Lance of the Guard Knights.

The bar, which was less than two meters, quickly stretched to close to six meters.

Saints!

The Marquis swings his spear strongly towards the one behind him. With that long spear, there was no reaction on the horse. One waist strength alone is enough.

The two who were just scattered to the left and to the right fell under the horse, spraying blood on the bars. They limp like worms in the wilderness.

I watched the baron swing his spear closely.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

“Hiya! ”

One of the three bastards in front of you begins swinging his sword at the Marquis, giving up.

Whether you've just been heavily medicated, your eyes are white.

Slow down!

A spear that has not yet fully sprung up cut his throat in half. The corpse sprinkled blood into the sky and ran on the horse for a moment.

The sky was already sunset red, and I didn't need any more paint. The horse immediately dropped its owner. Yellow wilderness is red.

Queek, queek.

The window was long. Oddly enough,

I was finely divided into five pieces.

Was he moving alone? ’

The erl doesn't seem to have touched anything, but it appears to have risen on its own.

“What a whimper.”

Screaming!

The baron throws out his spear. I stabbed him in the heart next to the guard commander.

At that moment, five blades spread in all directions.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

I heard a sound I couldn't understand. The man with the back pierced his body like a worm on a horse.

You can't scream and twist like you're seizing. It seemed to be suffering badly in a short time.

And a long spear protruded from his eyes, chest, and lower body.

‘Like that. Is it possible?'

Charlock! Charlock!

The sagging spear bites red.

Recovered back into the window.

The corpse quickly passed. I saw his face, but I knew him. He was the one who dragged the cart around in a mess from the Guard Commander.

< I've captured as much as I want to shove it in my mouth, so that I can kill myself? The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is.

‘It's him.’

“Ugh! Ugh! Aaaahhh!"

The guard commander turns his back on his horror. I was running ahead, screaming in a strange voice.

Dagdac! Dagdac!

The monarch rides alongside him for a moment. About 20 seconds. The guard commander speeds up, but his horse begins to lather from his mouth.

Tuck.

The monarch lightly slaps the bald head on the back. He passed out and carried him behind his back.

I wondered for a moment if I was going to take her anywhere unharmed.

Soon I pitied his fate.

The heir returns to the castle. The villagers left the gates wide open. He stands in two rows at either side of the gate, his head pinned down.

They shudder and look around.

It seemed possible because there was no life spurting from the erl as before.

If that energy is released, the weak hearts of the elderly may die here.

The baron sweeps through the villagers. And without hesitation, he pointed out an old man with a white beard.

“You.”

“Yes, my lord. ”

“This is Batienne von Leandro, Empire's Grand Consortium.

Take me to the Oval Office. "

"Was he that long of a talker? ’

I was surprised twice. The first was surprisingly common sense.

Secondly, what he pointed out was that I knew a human being. He was the old man who gave Grasmear fire.

The old man leads the way. He leads the duchess to spirituality. Around the time the crowd was low, the Marquis said.

“Only you weren't addicted to opium.

Explain yourself. "