The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Soim Hao had taken off his Shibjak mansion before serving as a palace army (Dengu) by himself.

Take care behind you and walk in a position where you can see or not see the main force to protect.

If enemy forces show up in between, they'll be able to pinch them.

In the southern part of the Wang capital, an obstacle appeared to be laid.

Soim was kicked in by a single armored sleeve shortly after Soim joined him, so Soim remained far rearward waiting.

The obstacle was quickly removed and the carriage proceeded.

Couldn't the carriage have stopped less than enough time?

Soim advances the bird.

Behind the evicted Marutai, dozens of bodies had been dumped.

Blood dyeing cobblestones bright red.

A squeaky corpse, trampled after falling to bed and slammed by a carriage wheel.

I miss it, it was a battlefield carpet.

The bonfire that is burning seems to have raw trees crushed, and the sound of bees blowing up sounds uninterrupted.

Fire powder and dull smoke. Smell of blood rising from the ground.

nostalgic battlefield scent.

I even feel their souls, now dead, overflowing with space, away from their bodies.

It's not a dead old battlefield, the air on the battlefield just now...

Soim felt like he was finally back where he was.

If you take off the Wang capital, there's a main road from here. You will no longer have to watch.

In front of you, the dark night lane stretches, illuminated only by the moonlight.

This road, which I had travelled on several occasions, now looked like a gorgeous grand theatre flower path.

Soim takes the streets on a slow, constant walk.

It's the slowest walking method for Tori, which speed is human fast feet.

About an hour after the Wang capital came the sound of a flock of tris running from behind.

Beyond the straight-line street with the cobblestone applied, you can see a number of pine flames.

I felt the blood boiling, and I soothed it with cold water (hiyamizu) in my heart.

How such excitement undermines the skill.

Soim knew that more than anyone in experience.

Soim stops Tori there and confirms the stones he has picked up on the road.

"Hah!"

Turn the cakedri's mouth (beak) towards the chase as you make a small call.

By the time it had become an assault and the speed had come on, the distance between the two, approaching each other, was almost close.

So Soim threw the great stone of the cobbler.

The streets, wooded on both sides, even reached only a few moonlights, close to the darkness.

For those who were accustomed to the bright light of the pine lights, it would only have seemed as if a stone had suddenly popped out of the darkness.

A stone hits the head of the pioneering knight and falls behind him on the spot.

Kakedri, who had a strong grip on the reins or was dropped directly behind him with a rein leading to his mouth, stepped on the spot and suddenly stopped.

Subsequence involves, five or six creeping up and falling.

There was an unexplained horse drop and I said, "Stop -!!" The decree came out.

Soim wanted the decree.

Only the momentum of a flock of spinning tigers cannot be helped by the skill of a spear.

Soim stuck silently into the group, turning the spear hyun, and scratching the neck of those close to him.

Two, three and aim for the steeple, severing the neck and arteries.

"Holy shit!

Notice the presence of Soim and stick a spear in the eyes of those who tried to raise their voices.

"What! What's happening?

From now on, it will be a riot...

Soim, who guessed so, lifted his hips off the saddle.

The belt that hangs the scab is shortened, so you have to fold your legs when crossing, making it harder to ride, but instead you can stand tall if you raise your hips.

He stared at the cavalry from a height higher as he clamped his saddle with his knees instead of his crotch.

Hold the reins with your left hand and wave the spear as you manipulate the tri with subtle force application and subtraction, manipulating step by step like a bend.

In the three years since I bought it, it was a craftsman I could only do because I was a lovebird who knew all about each other's habits.

Killing about ten people to keep standing seems to have subsided the other party's confusion as well.

A lot of people set their spears on this one.

Soim took a few steps to a position that would not be a distance away from the escape, in order to breathe a single end.

"Who is it! You!"

From the rear of the group, once again, the commander-like who came out to draw Tori apart will be told what.

It was the voice of a woman.

"I was made a minister by Yuri Howe, once a spear devotee to Luke Howe - his name is Soim. Witches' gestures."

"Exactly, we are the Kingsguard II Army, the Euclich Cavalry Regiment. My name is Dinsche Carsfit. Can you obstruct passage because of anything? This road will be Her Majesty's domain."

Dinsche was one of the seven great witches (Seven Witches), three women of the Carsfit family.

Forty-three years old. I'm graduating from the Knights Academy.

"Now that the Queen is dead, there is only one of us, His Majesty Carroll, to whom our House of Howe gives its spear. Do you claim heavenly rights in fear while you serve your real mother's poisonous livestock?"

"Queen Simoney is your destiny. We arrest you in the name of the Queen. Adults get on the rope."

If you're serious, not sarcastic, you're an uninterrupted idiot. And Soim thought.

"Witch. From this moment on, you will no longer have the power to stop our spear from poisoning the Howe family."

No more questions.

Soim thought, slamming the eagle's flank with his leg and letting it go one step further.

Then, as shelter to the dinchet, a horse broke in.

"My name is Gris from the Solnanto family!! The family member who gives the headlights is the second son!! Ask them to compete constantly!!

Speaking up, the man named Gugli ran out Tori with a spear.

Shortly before, the spear changes its spear tip and heads to Soim's riding cakedri.

As if he had been reading it, when he dropped his hips slightly, he tried to sweep the ground with a long bowki and paid off his spear, cutting off his neck with a knife to return.

My neck was left on my torso, slipping off and rolling to the ground.

Kakedri runs away with his husband on his back spitting blood out of his neck like a fountain.

It was the first time in a long time that Soim had tried to fight his neck for an inch since he was old.

For the first time in decades, I feel a nostalgic feeling of cutting off my spine in my hands.

"That's right, the witches' spears are rusty!! Let the Hou family burn (...) and (...) in the eyes of the old man!!!

Soim, again, speared and penetrated.

"Damn! Somebody, somebody do something about that guy! Hold the bow! Don't you have a bow!!

Dinsche Carsfit was surrounded by soldiers, whilst she raised her gold cuts.

Naturally, I don't have a bow as one of the cavalry.

There's no custom of shooting bows while riding cakedri, so there's no way I had it.

They had no other choice but to confront Soim, relying on a single bird, their own flesh and their spears.

Soim is standing on a cakedri, wielding a flickering and slender spear.

Whenever an uncharacterized tip danced to the universe, the tip was sucked into someone's steep spot, and the bloodshed rose.

A pile of corpses has already been built at the foot of Soim, and the streets are colored on a battlefield carpet woven by Soim, bordering a certain point.

"What the hell!! Both (and throat), push!! They're pushing us!!

Dinsche shouts so, but Soim, who hides his face with a strange cheek and stands on a saddle, builds a mountain of death due to his stunt, for the soldiers, was not even visible to men already.

One spiritual beast that should not be touched also appears to be standing, and if it is pushed against it, it can only retreat (sa) so that it is not touched at least.

The total number of the Euclich Cavalry Regiment is five hundred.

Kingsguard 2nd Army, the largest cavalry regiment with a capacity of 10,000, and throughout the Kingsguard, boasts the following size of the Dawn Cavalry Regiment of the 1st Army.

The general had a code that only up to three hundred soldiers should be allowed to climb in heaven, and for as long as it was there, whoever the opponent fled from the king's capital should be able to pursue.

The reality is that we can't handle just one man and this is how he's being pushed.

But even if it's being pushed, the number Soim picked up is still less than a hundred horsemen.

Fifty-two horsemen to be exact, and others who were spared instant death but were torn apart major arteries, fled rearward and lived eleven horsemen.

Even the spear that the famous artisan made him work out with, the blade he sharpened every time he touched the clasp was dull, and the slashing taste faded slightly.

But still, those who did not know that only the stubbornness of the moves would be dull, and set up to stop the soim, were bound to become spear rust.

"Enough! All hands, ignore him and run over the side!! Move on to your original pursuit!! Think of those who disobey as cutting them off for cheap (kadu) violations of military order!!!

Even if Dinsche screams like that, the Cavalry movement is dull.

"You guys! He's just an old man! You don't have ten arms, you don't have many spears! Only one spear!! Come on, go!!

When that directive was issued, Soim pronounced his first roar today.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The shouts echoed in the woods, which did not seem to have come from the mouth of the old man, and the whole body of the soldiers swung.

Soim thrust into the enemy formation with a shout.

At this time, Soim did not make a strategic decision.

In dozens of crossing fights, Soim was quite exhausted and what Dinsche said was not even in his ears.

Still, the concentration strewn around every corner of his body had not expired, and his eyes continued to observe his enemies calmly.

In the wake of Dinsche's words, he felt his last remaining will to fight had disappeared, and his instincts, forged on the battlefield, had tried to take advantage of the perfect opportunity.

By Dinsche's far-fetched orders, soldiers given ”permission not to fight” had lost all willingness to fight, regardless of whether they obeyed orders or not.

"Hi-!!"

Soim did not follow the escaped cavalry to show his back.

He roars, swinging his spear and intimidating him, and advances straight to Dinsche's.

Nobody got in the way and paved the way.

Nobody stabbed a spear, even though it was full of gaps.

Dinsche was about five metres from the front line, but in the meantime, the cavalry, who should stop Soim's assault with meat, made way for everyone to take the initiative.

In Soim's eyes, a dinchet appears.

Dinsche, not wearing his cheek, was frozen as he watched the looming soim.

That face of a reaper who shivers his shoulders and gives himself death while shrinking was different from any look (oh) that Soim once saw on the battlefield.

It was the face of a woman who was terrified.

Seeing Dinsche in the blade area, Soim waves his spear relentlessly.

Sliding the blade into the side of his neck, his thin neck was twisted, along with a pleasant feeling.

"General, take it away!

Declare it so high and put up a spear.

Soim felt that the concentration he was straining there was out (of concentrations).

The same way that the string-cut instrument no longer played sound, the unconcentrated flesh had lost the divinity that had gone through every corner, becoming just the body of a forged old man.

This is the limit of a man with a weakened heart.

I knew that best.

But the mind is full of accomplishment and pride.

I was satisfied.

"Come now, whoever exalts his martial name! The vengeance against my lord is here! If the Howe family is Soim's neck, take what you can!