20 20 coins. The Crown Prince gives a blessing.

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The silver-haired girl is carrying a sword with a sword in both hands and dozens of arrowheads on her back to assist the soldiers.

Haman frowns as he carries hard-to-lift equipment even for adult men.

It looks like a girl with considerable strength and stamina.

‘I thought she was a peasant's daughter. ’

I know her as the daughter of a farmer named Grill. She was also a girl working as a nun at the monastery where the prince lived.

The remaining colonists on the outer wall, without evacuating to the Lord's Mansion, assisted the soldiers.

I carried the necessary equipment or tried to heal the wounded.

Haman smiles bitterly.

Even the son of a farmer, who's not a soldier, is trying so hard, but what if he's too weak?

‘I can hold out. I'll stop them. At worst · · ·. ’

Haman turned his head.

Hundreds of undead are encamped around the Earl of Vampires.

"... cut the Earl's throat through there!" ’

It was time for Haman to clench his fist.

The zombie catapult falls behind the girl.

The inner, outer, and upper walls of the zombies come crashing down.

Haman stares at the girl in horror.

The zombie catapult throws a pile of soldiers and prisoners from above the wall down below the wall.

The zombies stagger behind the girl.

“Oh my · · ·! ”

Haman drew his sword in surprise and ran to the girl.

The girl turned her head and looked back at the popular feeling behind her back.

A zombie stares down at the girl.

The girl is so shocked that she drops all the remaining swords and arrowheads.

“What are you doing? Run away!”

Haman yells at the whale.

But the girl did not move.

You must have been terrified.

The girl looks up at the zombie quietly.

The zombie moves. You open your mouth and reach out your hand.

Shit, we're gonna be late at this rate!

Haman grips his teeth.

‘Use your power · · ·! ’

“Heim, god of the battlefield. Empower the poor lamb · · ·. ”

Harman's body is bursting with power.

White particles wrap around his arms, legs and swords and accelerate his body.

When he reaches out to the girl with all his might · · ·.

The girl's eyes are sharpened like snakes.

You hold one of the fallen swords to the ground and roll it away from the zombie's hand.

She holds her breath and draws her sword back.

Draw the sword from the sword.

“... Goddess of Mercy and Love, Gaia. ”

Her sword glows a little, but a faint glow.

Haman's face hardened as he ran to the girl.

“Give me the strength to protect my precious ones. · · ”

The girl bounced off the floor.

Quickly digs into the zombie's arms.

You plant your right foot on the ground. Slip your body 360 degrees around your right foot.

The blade flies towards the zombie and slits its throat.

“...! ”

Sharp enough to hold a sword in its shadow.

Haman stops.

It's crude and shoddy. It feels like a shoddy imitation of the swordsmanship.

I think I've solved the unfamiliar assault with just 'Strength'.

‘But · · ·. ’

Rough but sharp.

A clean cut of two-thirds of the zombie's neck appears to have devastating power, and the remainder shows a rougher, forceful incision.

A girl rolls beneath his feet like a ball in Ben Zombie's head.

The strangled zombie howls and kneels on the ground.

Haman squints at the zombie's neck.

‘It's obvious. ’

It is "the sword of the martyr," which has been preached only to the "age of the cross," which has kept the Catholic calendar for thousands of years.

Why is a country girl doing swordsmanship · ·?

The girl sighs of relief, watching the dead zombie.

My heart is pounding. I was scared and a little stiff, but I did it for sure.

‘... it's worth the effort. ’

She recalls a book in the monastery.

Books with all sorts of techniques known in the Great Depression.

They were all taken as if the deceived prince wanted them to learn something. Of course, the prince just glanced at it and got used to it, but he fell down and smashed it away.

`I can do what the Crown Prince can't. `

Charlotte turns her head in fulfillment.

There's a paladin Haman standing right in front of her.

“What's going on? ”

“... ”

Haman stands motionless in Charlotte's crouching question.

* *

“... I won! ”

The soldiers at the Lord's Manor gaze upon the corpses of the dead zombies and ghouls before their eyes.

Although the victim came out, it was very rare for regular soldiers to defeat Ghoul and Durahan like this.

“... it really felt like a paladin! ”

The soldiers look at their bodies in awe.

As if I was done with my role, my merit went out.

The soldiers felt excited that they had a dream of becoming a paladin.

The most embarrassing thing was Gerald.

He was a powerful noble, so I've heard more about the Crown Prince than anyone here.

‘I heard that he is fearful, illuminating, and incapable of using his sexual strength properly. ’

Are you scared?

Are you afraid to come at Durahan with a shovel? Crazy.

And you don't know how to use your powers?

God · · · ·. How high are the eyes of the Apocalypse that the Seven are considered incompetent?

‘If the children of the Great Depression do blessings, hundreds of people will be healed · · ·. The dead come back to life. Something like that? ’

Is it really so · ·?

Gerald sticks out his tongue.

I thought it was absurd in my mind, but when I thought about the power the prince used, I didn't think it was impossible.

I even thought that the legendary stories of the Holy Father that have been passed on for over 50 years are not just lies.

“... Okay. Drive this force to evacuate the colonists into the mansion. And hurry to the mansion. ”

Gerald wipes his cold sweat with a handkerchief and turns his head to where the prince is.

I don't see the prince.

“...! ”

Jennard shudders in surprise. Then I called the soldiers and asked them about the prince's whereabouts.

“... You mean the Prince? ”

“He must have taken his soldiers somewhere. I thought you left with Lord Jennard's permission. ”

“... with soldiers? ”

“Yeah. Huh? It · · · ·. Definitely · · ·. But · · ·. ”

The soldier looks around with a puzzled look on his face.

The soldiers in front of the mansion were intact. However, only the bodies were not seen.

And you took the soldiers?

Jennard and the soldiers look haunted.

For a moment there, Jennard yells at the thought that the Crown Prince may be in danger.

“Just ten men follow me. I'm looking for the Prince!”

Jennard and the soldiers ran into the territory in search of the Emperor Buryburia.

* *

“This is insane.”

I drank the holy water and threw away an empty bottle.

How many bottles is this?

I think I've had five bottles. Thanks to you, I feel bloated.

It feels like an energy drink is being recharged in the body.

I chased the stench of death that provoked the end of my nose as I walked within the territory.

- Whoo-hoo!

The door breaks and the ghoul protrudes.

He opened his torn jaw and raised his fingernails and rushed towards me.

But · · ·.

- Kirik?

The ghoul hovers in the air.

Ghoul looks down.

There are dozens of windows embedded in the body.

I looked around me at dozens of [Ghost Soldiers].

A soldier in Ronia's outfit. He was wearing armor, covering his face with cloth, and wearing a helmet.

Originally, I had to summon a skeleton of sexual strength.

However, after using the skill of recycling the corpse to save sexual strength, the dead with skin was summoned as it is.

Ghouls are summoned by the swords of the Holy Spirit.

Another ghost soldier pulls out his sword, sets his foot on the ground, and rotates his body, cutting off the head of a ghoul.

Clean slaughter.

“... shoddy, but still useful. ”

The basic swordsmanship of the Celestial calendar.

When I do, I lose my balance and stumble. The Ghost Soldier is ugly, but well digested.

I sniffed my nose.

As soon as I find a hole with magical powers in the city, I destroy it.

It's not much, and it's mostly distributed nearby, so it's not hard to find.

You block your nose by the stench of death, the car you were walking by while smelling death.

I frowned.

I arrived on the battlefield, just outside the walls of Ronia.

“Hurry up and get your gear! ”

People who appear to be territorial carry arrowheads, spears, and swords on their backs.

“Oil! Oil and fire! ”

“Not enough stones! ”

“Oh, shit! They're scaring the shit out of him! Damn it!”

“Aah! I've been bitten! I got bit!”

The prisoners struggle with the undead that have entered the walls above and below.

“Chi, Healing · · ·! ”

“There are too many wounded. ”

“Poison and magic have seeped in. We have to cut through the flesh! ”

The priests jumped up and down.

Move the wounded and heal them.

“You're out of your mind. ”

I wore a bird's beak mask.

Even if the Ghost Soldier looks quite different from the other zombies, it is dangerous if you are caught.

At least hide your identity.

They're all wearing masks, so they won't be able to tell who's who.

I approached the priests who were treating the wounded.

You lay a cloth on the floor and lay down wounded soldiers and prisoners on it.

Priests wearing birdsuckers sweat and roll their sleeves to avoid poisoning and horsepower.

“Magic and venom have seeped into your belly. ”

“Feeding holy water · · ·! ”

“No. I'm too weak. If you give him holy water, his organs will be damaged by the rejection. At this rate, we're gonna die. Shit, we're gonna cut our bellies off. ”

“Prep for surgery! Bring me the Recovery Potion instead of the Holy Water! Anesthesia?”

“It takes too long. Just do it. We need to extract the magical power from the innards. Or your organs will rot away by magic! ”

The masked pigeons are busy moving.

I pulled out surgical scalpels and various instruments.

They prudently cut their bellies.

“Ahh, ahh · · ·. Aaaaah!”

And the sailor's eyes are wide open. It was like watching his body dissect in real time.

It's not Saw, it's miserable.

“No, don't. I'm dying! ”

I struggled to make sure there was no anesthesia.

“Ah, I don't want to die like this. Oh, not yet. I haven't confessed to her yet. ”

That's a death flag.

I looked at the dying soldier in a daze.

My eyes flip over and I can't breathe.

I can't watch anymore.

I pulled the Holy Water out of the item window and approached.

“Shit · · ·. Hang on! Hang on! If you lose your mind, it's over. Who the hell are you? ”

I poured the Holy Water on a split ship.

The priests in the bird-beak masks who saw it were startled.

Of course I did.

Magic organs exploded with a rejection response.

Blood everywhere. Flesh is buried in the priests' masks.

“Huff!”

“Oops · · ·. Son of a bitch!”

The priest stood up and grabbed me by the neck, trying to save the soldier, the prisoner or whatever.

“What are you doing! Play Now · · ·. ”

I knocked on the priest's mask with my bare hands and pointed to the dying soldier.

“...? ”

The priest glanced at the soldier as if he had been bewitched by such a hand.

“... What the hell. ”

The damaged organs began to regenerate.

The place that exploded disappeared and a new organ took its place.

“Huh · · ·. Uh · · ·. Aaaaah! It hurts! It fucking hurts! What the fuck! The boats, the boats... the bastards, the fucking priests, what have you done to me? Aaaaah! It hurts, aah! You bastards! You devils! ”

The soldier, about to faint, screams out in sudden agony.

And my eyes flipped over because I couldn't overcome the pain.

“What are you doing? People are dying. Aren't you gonna put the boat back on? ”

The priests were startled by my words and quickly began to recover the soldiers.

Reattach and sew the torn belly. I healed by injecting sexual strength.

The soldier picks his breath to see if he's still breathing.

I took the Holy Water from the item window and threw it at them.

“Subspace · · · ·. Magic?”

The priests alternately looked at me with the Holy Water on the floor.

“Don't let any more patients die. There's nothing good about increasing the dead. ”

“Oh, I see! ”

The priests nodded in reverence.

I seemed to have a lot to ask, but I looked over my patients again as if I knew that wasn't the case.

“What the hell is going on? ”

20,000 undead. No matter how much siege weapons you're ready for, it's too much of a stretch, isn't it?

I take the phantom soldiers and climb up the wall.