75 Seventy-five.

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Oskar drank his fill of water. I shoved a big piece of meat in my mouth.

“Thank you, Archbishop. ”

Oskar said as he laughed at the food.

Raphael heard the rough story from Oskar.

He said he wandered the desert alone for 4 months.

When I ran out of drink and food, my only hope was for the monsters in the desert.

You killed a huge desert scorpion and ate its flesh, slaughtered the attacking brown Orcs and split the urine to replenish their moisture.

And I walked and walked and walked.

Occasionally, you see the city, the Merchants Guild, and mercenaries, but you avoid contact with them as much as possible.

Aslan is at war.

Oskar also knew how corrupt the people of the undermined country were.

A place filled with malice disguised as kindness.

That is the situation in a country that has become a battlefield.

It was possible to ambush them, but they were exhausted. I considered the risk of losing them on their own camels, and the risk of them being spotted by the enemy.

He crossed the desert, avoiding people.

Shortly after, you can see Aslan's progress.

I captured the deserted soldier and interrogated him.

Aslan has repeatedly been defeated because he was unable to stop the Holy See invasion, and is now marching to invade Jevelum.

Oskar choked on the fugitive.

Then the fugitive headed towards the invasion of the Holy See.

“What about the princes?”

Oskar shakes his head in response to Raphael's question.

“I don't know about the Seven. Me and the traitor Rupel fell into the desert together. ”

The problem is that the place that fell into warp is in a sandstorm.

It was also a double triple tornado.

Thanks to this, Oskar and Rufel bounce from place to place.

Oskar had to wander unscathed in a sandstorm that neither saw nor heard.

“In the case of the three emperors, it is highly likely that they were buried in the sand. I barely survived. ”

Even a swordsman couldn't resist Mother Nature easily.

As soon as he fills his stomach, he stands up.

Raphael stops him.

“Why don't you take a little more time off? ”

“I must report to His Holiness. ”

Rest was enough for 10 minutes.

Oskar made his move.

Where he's headed is the command tent.

Oskar entered a large tent and could see many people.

Red Cross on one side and Red Cross on the other. In addition, the Dwarves, the Crusaders and the heavenly host, and finally the Lord of the Hundred Crusades.

The chief and deputy commanders representing the largest force of the Holy See were gathered.

And before them, an old man sat on the throne.

Master of the Holy See, who founded and led the Golden Cross himself.

Holy Celt Olfalls in glorious golden armor.

He looks at Oskar indifferently.

“Report, Oskar. ”

No greetings on whether or not you're okay.

There was no surprise or greeting.

Ignorant attitude.

But rather it relaxed Oskar's mind.

He failed to protect the Crown Prince and failed to capture the traitor.

Yes, he is the unshakeable ruler.

There is no shortage as a holy monarch to serve until death.

Oskar kneels on one knee and bows.

“Forgive the defilement. You have failed to arrest Rufel Olfalls, the traitor you commanded. Nor did the noble Saint Allen Olpoles protect him. ”

At the words of the Seven, the Lord of the Hundred Crusades frowned.

With a white crosssword in the ground, her eyes shake as she sets her hands on it.

Oskar smiles bitterly at Charlotte.

“What else do you see? ”

Even though my grandson's whereabouts were spotless, there was no trembling.

“I saw the army move. This is the formation of King Lahamma. ”

Oskar said what he saw and heard.

“The place they go is called the Jevelium, a city of slavery. ”

“Is this the City's Guardian? ”

“Attack.”

“Why?”

“I don't know, but there must be something." There is only one reason to attack their city in this chaos. ”

The capital city of Aslan is near. And yet you pull Aslan's troops back?

As Oskar said, there is something.

And it must be the Crown Prince.

But there was also a part that went beyond common sense.

You don't have to attack a city just to hit the Crown Prince.

There is something more than "the Crown Prince."

Even King Laham was frightened.

The Holy Father's eyes narrowed.

“Oskar."

“Yes, Holy Father. ”

“From this time on, I will delegate all positions. ”

Celt stands up and walks to him.

“And accept surrender. ”

Oskar looks up at the statue.

Cold and bloody.

It's creepy.

Celts that shoot out expressionless glances. Looking at him, Oskar felt a chill.

"If you do not surrender. ”

The Holy Father said without hesitation.

“Kill them all. ”

According to Celt, Oskar bows his head.

“I have my orders. ”

* *

The Crown Prince of the Divine Constabulary, White, was waiting at the Mutu Stadium for the night.

Rupel Olfalls has won 9 races and is now free to win 10 races. I was going to take him back to the Holy See quickly.

But, um...

“Is something wrong? ”

At the entrance to the Colosseum stadium, White scratches his head.

He looks around.

Skeletons surround themselves with glare.

After that, the commanders encamp.

The commanders didn't come here to rip it apart, did they?

“Did you get caught? ”

You seem to have noticed who you are.

Well, I've been acting too conspicuous lately.

Aslan already knows where he and Rupel are.

That Rupel didn't show up here, which means he's already been caught.

‘Then Rupel is in the fortress. ’

At least Rufel will be okay.

He's a good hostage to negotiate with the Holy See.

‘Then let's try to rescue them. My son is dangerous, and above all... There's nothing good in spreading the word that the Holy See is shaken by the threat of Aslan. ’

Sooner or later, he was ready to rise to the throne.

As a sacred empire called the continent's strongest, I could not show the slightest submission to Aslan.

“I can't help it. ”

He glances down at the commanders and the skeletons.

“Let's go get Rufel. ”

* *

There were two ways to save him.

First, infiltrate the fortress.

We sneak up the walls and infiltrate, searching everywhere for Rufel who might be trapped.

Hmm, but again, it takes too much time. Although there are advantages to getting over it quietly.

It'll only take a few hours for us to find out.

I'm sure the Holy Father will send a chaser to find out that Ruffel is missing.

Then the second method is simple.

I don't need to climb the walls and infiltrate, nor do I need to find Rupel by myself.

We can save time, and the Holy Spirit won't even think of pursuing us.

I think there's a second way.

The second way is...

"Stop!”

I reached the fortress on the hill.

You see the walls that look about 10 meters and the soldiers guarding the gates.

It was different from the commander.

Common soldiers.

They called me up.

I stared at the soldiers with a fat expression. Then I was amazed to see Aslan's unique castle behind him.

“Man, you'd be looking at it more relaxed if it wasn't for the war. ”

There should be at most 500 to 600 fortresses.

In admiration of my appearance, the soldiers picked up their spears as if they were on guard.

“What are you, a traveler? ”

“What brings you here? Do you have business with the Holy Father? ”

The soldiers looked at me everywhere.

Their vigilance is lowered.

By the way, the clothes you're wearing are almost rubbish.

“Oh, I have a big brother inside, rather than having business with the Holy Father. ”

“Sir?”

I smiled and nodded.

“Yes, they are enslaved. ”

The soldiers' vigilance was completely eased, I said.

They burst into laughter.

“What? Slavery? ”

“Are you a commoner? ”

I shake my head, smiling.

“No, I'm pretty good at it. ”

The soldiers keep their mouths shut.

I looked at my colleagues with the look of, "Maybe I made a mistake."

“Where are you from? ”

I looked at them and I said it correctly.

"I am Allen Olfalls, the seven princes of the Great Depression. ”

"..."

The soldiers blink.

For a while, they burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha!”

“Hey! Come here. The madman is here! ”

As the soldiers shouted, even those on the wall looked down at me.

“Looks like the sane one's gone mad! He said he was a royal. I heard it's also the seven popes of the Great Depression."

“The world is going crazy. Are you playing the clown even a child like this? ”

One of the soldiers rummages through his arms, pulling out a fairy tale and throwing it at me.

I stared at the soldiers.

“If you're going to be a clown, make it more fun. I was about to get bored. ”

I shook my head as if I was sorry for him.

“That's sad. Telling the truth and not believing it. And being a clown? That's blasphemy. ”

“Oh! Is this some kind of circumstance? Is there anything else you can do? Juggling, riding a ball. ”

“Gifted?”

The soldiers looked at me as if they were interesting.

I shrugged, looking at them.

“I'm not much good at it, but, um, I know some magic tricks. ”

“Magic?”

“Yeah, well, I'm going to save you and show you my new product. ”

“New product?”

“The Joker is an amazing magician, so pay attention! ”

“... What's magic? ”

The soldiers showed interest.

I was so curious when I was bored standing guard.

The soldiers at the gates and walls also focused on me.

They stared at each other and stared at me.

You're just treating me like a clown.

That's right.

Clown.

I'm a clown who gives surprises and horrors more than laughter.

I pointed behind.

“What's behind me? ”

“What do you mean? ”

Soldiers raise torches.

The dark area is brighter, but I see nothing.

“There's nothing here. ”

“Yes, nothing? Then…”

I spread my hands like a magician onstage.

The fingers were gently moved. The soldiers' gaze was on my fingertips.

When their minds are sold, I clap my hands... ’I hit it.

Then it looked wide open.

“Ta-da! ”

At that moment, the soldiers' gaze slipped from my fingertips.

When they saw me, or rather, the beings behind me, their faces hardened.

I turn my head and look back.

“Oh my God! Undead surprise in a space with nothing! ”

Corrupt flesh is firmly hardened.

More than 100 "mummies" in white masks and white armor. They stand with their heads bent, with a crooked curvature.

I curl my jaw.

Then he raised his voice, looking at the soldiers.

“Yes, I just got over 100 fresh 'mummies’! ”

Superior presence rather than skeleton.

It deals with a wide variety of weapons and is also a mummy army that can be used with even lower magic.

“And..."

I point my finger at the soldiers.

“For blasphemy against the Emperor. ”

Soon, I turned my raised thumb down.

“Execute them all. ”

The soldiers take a step back, startled.

At that time, a mummy quickly dug into the soldiers' arms.

I raised the curve in both hands and slammed it down hard.

Along with the flashing light, bloodshed emerges between the soldiers' glances.

“Huh? ”

Then the eyes turn upside down, and two soldiers collapse in blood.

The mummies glare at you as they lift their heads together.

“Me or the enemy? ”

“Intruders…! ”

Mummies jump up.

You swing the curve in both hands faster and more agile than the skeletons.

The soldiers guarding the gate spray blood and die.

Some of the foreheads raise their heads.

I rolled my eyes between the bandage and the face in the mask.

“Wrath, bow...! ”

Soldiers panicked over the walls and pulled the bow.

The mothers duck at your waist. And I ran.

You reach for the crack in the wall and climb up the wall with all your might.

Dozens of mummies broke through a 10m wall with a light stroke. The soldiers on the wall were slaughtered by them in an instant. The soldier with the bow is stabbed in the curvature and the protest is fired at a rapid rate.

I summoned dwarf armor and muskets.

I grabbed the musket while wearing white armor from head to toe.

“Guia -.”

I breathed into the mouthpiece with a shot, staring at the locked gate.

“That's him. That's the Necromancer! ”

“Kill him! ”

The soldiers on the wall shouted at me.

But no one could touch me.

“Shoot the bow! ”

Arrows fly, but the mummies quickly block me.

They raise their shields and block the arrows with their flexible body movements.

You squat down and pick up your shield, standing up and raising it. A solid wall rises from the floor, trampling on that muzzle.

A firewall made of layers of shields without errors. The shield of the round circle protected me.

“Commander!”

The soldier standing on the wall shouts. The commander, who later climbed over the wall, is escorted and honored.

A huge flaming spell erupts and bounces off the mummies that built the shield wall.

But in it I ignored them.

Armor with magical resistance.

Fortified with wonder, the Pokémon cannot do any damage unless it is mid-level magic.

[Use novelty.]

[Temporarily advance your equipment.]

[Advance equipment to grant ‘Shotgun’ skill.]

I looked at the gate.

Then you point the gun at the gate and shoot.

I hear a wave.

At the same time, it pierces through the darkness, and dozens of feet of Christmas crash into the gates.

The gate is still breached.

When the soldiers stare at the gate in horror, it already explodes.

Fragments of the gate scatter around.

A soldier stabbed in the head by a fragment is dead, and the soldiers pierced through the body scream.

“Stop them! Don't let them break in!" ”

The bell rings in the citadel.

Even the sleeping soldiers wake up and gather at the breached gate.

The commanders also summoned the skeletons and surrounded the gates.

I just walked towards the gate.

"Phew..."

A breath of divine power gushed out from between the helmets.

You hold a heavy armor around you, a musket in your right hand and a lofty shield in your left hand.

Behind me, the ancient guardian mummies followed me.

The commander's face is frozen as he was leading the charge.

“White armor and muskets. And…”

I stood at the front, followed by a white Mummy Corps, muttering with a frightened look in my eyes.

“Holy Undead. ”

The commander becomes pale with horror.

Well, of course I did.

Hans said.

In Aslan, there is a "myth."

That's what...

“Angel…! ”

Rumors about me.

This is the second way.

Taking down a castle.

If there is a Holy Spirit who knows who we are, kill him.

Even if the pursuers stick together, it will take quite a while to recover the death of the Holy Spirit.

I leaned my head and said,

“Find your brother. ”

The mummies duck.

“And wipe them all out. ”

In the darkness, the Holy Undead forces rush out, scattering the light.