The World of Masks

In the sky, some flying undead made for reconnaissance are staring down at the battlefield. Usually they warn of outsiders' intrusions, but now there are intruders lurking in the plains. That's why the Dark Wizard couldn't care less about the undead. Continued vision sharing did not even dream of living. Even if I shared my vision, it was only for a short time. It was situated on the hillside where the battlefield could be seen, making it easier than the undead in high altitude to spot the battlefield. The Allied forces have already identified the undead, although sending them down a little lower into the air should solve the problem. If you go down to where the magic attack reaches, you will be shot down immediately. Such complex situations make the Dark Wizard unaware that a single minority detachment has escaped the Union advance. No, I couldn't care less. We have to restore undead progress, which began to be pushed back by the advent of knights and armored horsemen.

"Hnng, isn't that easy?"

I expected it, but when I saw the reality, I let out a sigh. The Dark Wizard looked around the battlefield. Overall, it was being pushed. No, just one place. The only exception was where Chloe was. Instead, Chloe and the undead around her are pushing the Alliance back. The third knight's neck has already fallen into Chloe's hands. You get attacked, you get hurt, and Chloe goes crazy. The undead have overwhelmingly driven the alliance away, regardless of its influence.

"You still pay for your name, though."

A workplace for Dark Knights' skills. A buff that boosts the power of nearby allies. His skill level was also considerably broad.

'Not compared to a dark knight who covers an entire battlefield with buffs.'

Jack had the ability, but it didn't stand out because so far, no battles have been fought against a large army. It was also the reason the Dark Knight stood at the forefront and slaughtered a great enemy.

But that didn't last long either. Kloe and the undead around him are sweeping the battlefield beyond propaganda, but the number of violence is terrifying. Cloe's ability to become a dark knight is not enough to keep him in combat. Gradually, the army gradually decreases, and eventually it will fall by the sword.

I'm already starting to notice a siege around her. The perimeter is pushed, but it's no wonder she's pushing the Allied forces forward.

'The battlefield will fight with a little bit of vision.'

I choked my tongue out. I shook my staff once and dipped it on the ground. No matter how annoying Chloe is, I can't let her die like this.

On the Dark Wizard's signal, the undead forces are on the move, who have not yet joined the battle.

They were minorities. Hundreds of them. It looked like a regular skeleton. It didn't have a lifelike appearance like the undead, nor did it look like a monster-based skeleton. It looked like a skeleton made of just human material. But there was a crucial difference from the other skeletons.

Their color was black.

The Black Skulls are slowly pacing to the place where the battle takes place when they are ordered to. A black skull in a straight line pushes and blows the other undead in the way, rushing to the side of the knight swinging his sword mercilessly. The blue naturalization in the pupils is overwhelming.

Ka 'ang!

"!!!!"

Suddenly, the knight who swung his sword indiscriminately at the colorful skeleton frowned. You dare block an attack by a common skeleton. The palm of your hand, holding the sword, doesn't seem to have been blocked by accident.

"This!"

The knight wounded by the High Pride retrieves the sword like lightning. The user's HP burns rapidly and unleashes immense power. It was time to wield its power without hesitation.

Skak!

"Huh?

The knight seems to have seen a flash of something. For some reason, I felt overwhelmed without any energy in my body.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

My mouth is boiling with blood and I can't breathe. But strangely, I couldn't breathe. It was as if someone had forced the passage through the air. What caught the eye of the knight who fell splattering blood from his neck was the black skeleton he was about to slaughter assaulting another soldier. The knight's eyes closed for the last time. And it never rose again.

Humans' screams began to increase again everywhere. Unlike before, the scream included a substantial proportion of the knights.

The Black Skulls surpassed the Knights in every way. The knights' throats fall out, terrified of a few slashes. Chaos erupts rapidly as the Allied forces advance.

'That one.'

Callie watches the battlefield as she flies the blade of the wind behind her. She looks at the new skeletons. They looked familiar.

"Skeleton guarding the Demon King's Dungeon!" '

Callie's expression stiffens. They're made by Dark Wizards. Its performance is not comparable to normal skeletons. The results were clear.

Command has also noticed their presence. Even the Knights, which are one of the highest forces over here, look whitened as they collapsed without hesitation.

"The Wizard's Band! What the hell! Aim for the Black Ones!"

The order has been issued. The wizards hesitated because they could be hit by an ally, pointing their staff at the point where the battle raged as if there was no choice. The brutal magic of the Black Skulls has begun to burn.

"Aah!"

"Shhh!"

It was a place with lots of combat and no need to hide the pia. With a magical attack like that, the Alliance's damage is overwhelming. Several knights were also seen burning. But it didn't work. It is well defended and has excellent agility, making it easy for all of them to dodge magic attacks. There were only a dozen of them who fell under a magic attack. Compared to that, the Allied forces suffered dozens of times more damage. Everywhere I looked, resin didn't fit.

"Kahahahahaha!"

Even with the strong support of the Black Skull, Chloe went even crazier. You slash and slash everything that moves around you.

"Shhh!"

A soldier with his arm blown off by her sword screams. Chloe kicks the soldier in the head with her feet, like it's noisy. The soldier's head splits open like a watermelon. Her smile darkens as she smells of bitter blood. With the aim of the next hunt, she unleashes insanity. Interfering with the path has broken and advanced even to the undead who are with you. You put a sword through the knight's chest, bashed the soldier's head in with your fist, and misdirected him, kicking the horse that fell alone.

A pile of dead bodies pile up around her. Once the Black Skulls who were more qualified for her buff abilities supported her, Chloe swept through the battlefield like a literally deserted communist. The Alliance advancement around her has almost halved.

"Kleckle. Oh, by the way, I sent you to the armored wagon with a wedge."

You lift your staff once more, muttering as if you were reminded of a dark sorcerer who was looking at the battlefield advantageously turning with a dark smile on the hillside.

"I'll give it back to you as I received it."

Bang!

Once more, the staff dips the ground.

Rrrrrrrrrrrr.

The ground echoes. The duc frowns as he watches the collapsing army, making an impression.

"There must be another hidden hand!"

The duc's sighs begin to mix with shallow despair.

The plain collapses beneath the mountain. Dirt flares up and all kinds of dirt and stones protrude out. A white moor protrudes out of the way. It was a huge hand.

Kuang!

The metacarpal bone seemed to be more than a meter in length to the ground. After that, the rest of the body rises up. Elbows and shoulders revealed, and soon after that, a huge skull appeared.

Kuang!

The ground shakes like an earthquake as a thick foot sets foot on the ground. It pulls out to one side of the other leg, slowly raising itself up.

"· · · · · · · · · · What, that."

I had to spit it out. Just as a god with absolute power looks at the worm, it looks down at the humans randomly and slowly takes off its feet.

Kuang!

He only took one step, and his strength seemed to move.

"You're going to have a hard time. Kleckle!"

The Dark Wizard smiles with satisfaction. You wave your staff and give the order to it.

"Fly all you want, Giant."

A blue naturalization flashes from the large pupil that appears to allow a single human to enter standing.

Whoo-hoo!

All you have to do is move your arms. Even the slightest movement screams out the ambient atmosphere. Giant Undead swings his arms horizontally as if he were throwing out a bug while lowering his body. The first thing I wanted to do was try to change the situation.

Rrrrgh!

"Ahhhh!"

Heeheeheeheeheehee!

Five cavalry men flew into the air. He talked with the man and became blood in the middle of the battlefield. The three of them were still alive, and the other two were still breathing heavily. But given the extent of the injury, it was already hopeless. My bones were broken and crumpled and crumpled. The two survivors' breathing grows thinner and thinner, eventually stopping.

The Giant Skeleton wields his other arm to see if five horsemen were not enough. Once again, the cavalry is blown away. There were also a lot of ill-fated generals involved.

Panic, fear, and chaos consume the allied forces. Hypnotically, two more of the same guys crawl out from behind the one that's luring the Allied forces. Alliance morale plummets to the ground.