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“What will happen to me now? ”

Lord Jennard sighs.

He sat on the floor and fed the rats lunch.

‘Definitely death row. ’

Lord Jennard smiles bitterly.

I won't spare you for being a rebellious saint.

I turn my gaze to the other room, but I see a hollow iron shaft.

It seems that everyone but himself is mobilized as a force.

It looks like this raid is that big, but you wouldn't have to worry about it if you were the Prince.

It was time to think about it.

I hear footsteps.

As Jennard looks ahead, Charlotte looks down at herself outside the bars.

“Lord Jennard. ”

Jennard smiles at the high-pitched voice and confronts Charlotte.

“What brings you here? Marquis Charlotte.”

“The Crown Prince has granted us temporary freedom. ”

Lord Jennard's eyes widen.

Charlotte opens the prison door with the key.

“Command the prisoners. ”

“Is that okay? ”

First of all, he's accused of mutiny.

If you delegate the sickness to him, problems may arise.

Charlotte turns her back and looks at him.

“It's an emergency. ”

The key to unlocking the chain falls to the floor.

Charlotte disappears, coldly showing her back.

Lord Jennard smiles bitterly.

Attitude is quite cold.

Of course you are. It's like getting in the way of the Crown Prince and putting him in danger.

No matter how well you write a report, it will be a problem for the Holy Father.

“But if it is the prince's command, ”

Lord Jennard has freed the chains.

I feel uneasy because I've been locked up for a few days.

Charlotte is standing in front of you as she loosenes her wrists and gets out of prison.

Equipment is placed on a nearby shelf.

Charlotte looks at him with her back against the wall. Lord Jennard wore armor and a sword to his waist.

“Let's go. Marquis Charlotte.”

Lord Jennard rides with Charlotte on his horse.

The sound of the alarm bell was quite confusing.

Something big must have happened.

“But if you ask me to direct, what should I do? ”

Charlotte, riding her horse, mutters to Lord Jennard's question.

“... Assistance. ”

“Yes?”

“The prince's assistant. ”

At that moment, you hear an explosion of eardrums.

Lord Jennard and Charlotte flinch and stop reflexively.

I grumbled roughly, lifting my front foot to see if the horse was excited.

Lord Jennard covers his ears without even knowing it.

“Earl Charlotte, did that noise just...? ”

But Charlotte did not answer Lord Jennard's question.

She grimaces her teeth and makes a furious face.

“What won? ”

Lord Jennard looks at Charlotte in surprise.

She lowers her head and braces her grip.

Thanks to this, the durable leather is torn apart.

“I…. I couldn't even get to him. ”

"What the..."

Lord Jennard turns his gaze away.

The white dust rises low in the distance.

His eyes widen as he looks at it.

* *

Brightening up the dark is the bitter snow falling from the sky.

And it was a snowy patch.

His eyes fluttered and illuminated around him.

Prisoners couldn't hide their surprise on top of it.

“Eyes made of sexual strength...? ”

Even in the battlefield, they gaze up at the slow, tempting eyes.

Then I turned my eyes away.

A rich man with a musket moves his chin, twitching the lobe's corner.

I confronted him and said a few words.

- Fire.

A bone finger pulls the trigger.

In the barrel of an aligned Musket, sexual strength revolves and dozens of shots are fired at the same time.

A gunshot that has broken the silence of silence.

The prisoners instinctively block their ears and fall down.

At the same time, the dead burst out.

Immediately, the whole body explodes and disappears.

Just one shot at a time, he pierces through the dead man's flesh and bone, piercing his next targets.

The dead plummet in a single blow.

- What is it?

The eyes of the Lycan struggle with Haman are shaken.

- Reload.

Rich and Nathus say the Skeleton Mages lift the Muskets in a wholly unsightly fashion.

Breathe into the Musket.

It condenses and produces bullets.

His expression stiffens.

Hair burns on the snow that falls from the sky.

Even when I was breathing, I didn't care about the pain.

A unit with a long staff in front of it.

Those are dangerous people.

Warbell's fur stands still and shouts in haste.

- Stop them, they're using magic again!

Rich and Skeleton Mages.

It will take time for them to use magic.

- We can't give him a chance. Magic bottles at most!

The Lycans run, ignoring the prisoners.

The target is the bizarre Magic Legion in sight.

We have to get rid of them.

The Lycans were horrified.

As a predator, I exert my power.

Blood spatters the muscles of your legs.

You stomp on the ground and bounce, accelerating towards Rich.

- Kuoooooooo!

As I'm bored with fear, I ring Howling to forget it.

Nathus smiles as he looks at him.

Stop breathing.

You slammed Muskets' skulls to the ground.

- Stop him.

A bony hand protrudes from the snow.

The skeleton stood up holding the shield.

Only a large shield was placed on the front line.

The user lays its shield on top, lowering its lower back. Then another skeleton joins together.

You form a tight formation and stare at the Lycans.

- Summon magic?

- Goddamn it, you're stalling!

The Lycans wiggle their fingernails.

The shield bounces off.

Skeletons smash their bones with the power of the Lycan.

The beast's eyes glance at the Rich and Skeleton troops that shield the skeletons.

Raise the Muskets one by one.

And the gun started to point.

Oh, no! ’

The Lycans' eyes are filled with awe.

When the scared eyes stare at the gun.

- Fire.

There's a second strike.

Boom!

At the same time as the explosion, even the skeletons blocking Christmas came through.

Spinning into a spiral and condensed force penetrates everything.

When the skeleton breaks and the christmas through the bone touches Lycan's eyes, the head blows straight off.

- Aaahhhh!

The exploded flesh becomes ashes, and the blood becomes dust and dissipates.

Even if the animal's heavy body seems to collapse, another bullet that flew away can make it a honeycomb without recognizing its shape.

- What the hell is going on?

The Lycans panic.

A whale screams.

However, their voices did not reach my ears.

The Lycans and Warbells who fought Haman also retreat in horror.

An ear that has developed hearing is eaten by a gunshot.

The sensitive nose is blocked by the burning smell and has lost its direction.

Vision was the only sense they could rely on, but they could only see the perishing dead.

- Jotun, call Jotun!

Warbler shouts.

The narcissistic Lycans retreat.

“What the hell is going on? ”

The prisoners mutter in a cold sweat.

An undead feeling of divine energy.

This must be an ally summoned by the Crown Prince.

But even knowing that, the prisoners are afraid.

They definitely know Muskets.

I've seen the prince shoot. However, this is different if groups use Muskets to hunt beasts and dead.

The massive gunfire and killing of Lycans who speak a language similar to that of humans have come as a shock and horror itself.

“Rich…. ”

Elise looks at Nathus and opens her mouth.

The object of fear in humans.

Rich, known as the Wizard closest to death, is in sight.

“Elise.”

Elise turns her head in horror.

I can see the Seven on a Skeleton Horse.

Aztalun glows on his face and holds a Musket in his hand.

He looks down at Elise and says,

“I need resonance. ”

Elise's eyes widen.

“Cleanse every last one of the dead. ”

According to Allen, Elise nods.

Elise brings her hands together and sings to the choir.

A sacred decree echoes around you.

The prisoners are flabbergasted and listen to Elise's voice.

The fear of the prisoners calms the mind.

In addition, a small amount of physical strength in the body shook in response to the choir.

“A beautiful voice.... ”

It was when the prisoners looked at her like she was possessed.

“Pray up! ”

The prisoners turned their gaze.

Lord Jennard approaches on horseback.

He draws his sword and commands.

“Pray and let the dead know the greatness of the Holy See! ”

The prisoners look at each other and nod.

The Lycans retreat.

In heaven, the eyes of the Holy Spirit descend and oppress the dead.

The opportunity is now.

Prisoners drop their weapons. I started praying.

Alan looks at Nathus, riding a skeleton horse.

“Come with me. Nathus! ”

- I will do as my master commands.

Nathus makes his move.

Bone fragments gather beneath his feet and the skull horse is summoned.

Skeleton mages lift their muskets while riding skeleton horses.

The prisoners' prayers are over.

They raise their weapons.

I made a firm face with cold sweat.

Outside the walls, a giant.

You look at this toon and see its eyes shake.

“Don't be afraid. ”

Allen breathes his breath as he grabs the Musket.

Jotuns are coming from afar.

“You have the Son and the Daughter. ”

The prisoners' eyes widen in astonishment.

The prisoners are stunned and turn to look at Allen and Elise.

“You have the blessing of Gaia. ”

Allen's little mumble.

But all the prisoners could hear it.

Increases MP through Elise's Resonance.

Bright lights stay on the prisoners.

The horror that was buried deep in my heart fell.

A violent emotion turns into thrill and excitement and grabs the weapon.

The prisoners stare at Allen as if awaiting orders.

Allen looked around at the prisoners and said,

“Clear the Dead! ”

Alan drives a Skeleton Horse.

Jump over the collapsed outer wall.

Nastus and Skeleton Mages run together.

The saint has come to the forefront!

Then Lord Jennard shouts.

“The Son and the Holy Daughter-! ”

The prisoners react.

Scream in excitement.

“Glory be to Gaia -! ”

They climb over the collapsed outer wall.

Elise also chiseled and sang the chorus against his forehead.

Haman also ran past the outer wall, following Lord Jennard.

A flock of white-collar sprinklers chase away the darkness and hunt the dead.

Crazy! Crazy! ’

Warbell, the head of the Lycans, turns his back on his heels.

Humans are coming out beyond the outer wall.

It scatters the power and is as rough as a wave.

Oh, my God. What? Most of them use their powers!

Is that the heavenly army, one of the forces of the Celestial Law?

No, compared to them, it's definitely terrible.

But...

- No fear.

Warbell flees in a cold sweat. I want to scream at this horrible nightmare because I feel like it.

Fear disappears from the target.

Rather, the frenzy only boosts morale.

‘We must flee. I have to report it.'

We must report to Earl Timont and inform him of the situation here.

If not, the iceberg is dangerous...!

At that time, Warbell's shoulder is pierced.

Christmas completely blew his shoulder and arm through flesh and bone.

- Ugh.

There was no room for screaming.

Aftershock.

The whole body is torn apart by Christmas.

As the Lycan's corpse falls forward, a skeleton horse tramples over it.

Allen, on a Skeleton Horse, looks up.

This toon howls.

A giant reaching 8m bends at the waist and swings his hand.

Dozens of prisoners fall into the air at the hands of the giant.

“We deal with yotoons. ”

Allen shouts and picks up his musket.

Raise the prayer.

“Gaia.”

- Guia.

Reaching behind him, Rich Nasus raises the airway to Easy-Driven Castle.

“By your grace.... ”

- By your grace...

Your strength is fluctuating.

Precise rounds of ammunition whirl around the barrel.

“The undead.... ”

- The undead...

Allen, Nathus, and dozens of other skeleton mages point guns at Jotun.

“Give me the power to judge. ”

Pull the trigger.

With Allen in the lead, Nathus and Skeleton Mage's dozens of feet flew towards Jotun.

Jotun's arms, legs, and whole body explode.

The flesh that was frozen and punctured, with a huge body spiraling all over it.

A giant jotun falls to the ground in a single blow.

“One first. ”

Alan turns his eyes to look at the 29 yotoons and sticks his tongue out.

“That's a long way to go. But…."

Allen grins at the pistol.

“Losing is not a game. ”

He pulls the trigger, aiming for the Musket.

* *

Charlotte drove Unira, the descendant of the Unicorn.

She draws her sword and injects her power.

A beautiful aura flies from the edge of the sword.

The place where she passed by, the dead man slashes clean with a swinging sword and vanishes easily.

No rough edges.

If we stop them, the dead will only be cleansed in one blow.

“Indeed, Earl Charlotte! ”

"Let's go! Earl Charlotte is with us! ”

The prisoners roar and hunt the dead.

To the prisoners, Charlotte looked like a hero on the battlefield.

However, Charlotte felt that the more she slaughtered the dead, the less she needed.

‘Weak... ’

Charlotte looks up at the outside wall.

Above the wall, Elise holds her hands together and prays.

‘It wasn't just a maid. ’

I knew she was Cardinal Raphael's granddaughter.

I've also seen excellent healers and excellent athletes in Qasim's matches.

Excellent talent, artistic flair, and natural magical talent.

And.... the Holy Girl.

‘Like the Prince... ’

Charlotte's hands tighten.

Elise is resonating.

Lonian soldiers react to Elise's power.

Boosted stature and encouraged morale.

That's a miracle you can't even do.

Not only myself, Elise was enough to protect and support the Seven.

Identity and ability are far superior to yourself.

Charlotte bites her lower lip.

‘What were you so happy about? ’

He was glad to have won the Crown Prince.

‘It's not enough. ’

If he had known, he would not have even approached.

"Selfish."

I'm even jealous of my ugly instincts.

A fierce emotion messes with her head.

She looks forward.

Allen rides a Skeleton Horse and commands a Musket Squad.

The user hunts down jotuns one by one.

Distance beyond reach.

As Jotun swings his hand, some of Allen's Musket-led troops drop down and vanish.

Allen grips his teeth and shows a short walk through Jotun's bridge.

It's not dangerous.

Reckless and dangerous.

Charlotte, who was looking at him, held her heart.

‘... I won't give up. ’

protect.

I took an oath and targeted it.

Make it happen, Marie.

And in order to accomplish that, he had to make a different commitment.

Charlotte looks at her sword.

‘... you have to know how to give up in order to achieve something. ’

She bites her lower lip.

“Unir, run. ”

Unir's hoof stomps the ground.

Increase speed.

Lower your body to hold the sword.

You swing your sword toward Jotun.

A sword with a sacred power cuts through Jotun's leg.

Beyond the collapse of this toon.

Then I chased after the prince.

“Your Highness!”

Alan looks back.

Charlotte looks at him and cries out:

“I'll cover you!”

At that, Alan smiled.

“Yes, take good care of him. ”

In his words, Charlotte resolved with a firm will.

"Abandon the sword. ’

She swore an oath to protect the Crown Prince.

So...

‘Become his shield. ’

Charlotte swings her sword at the forthcoming Jotun as she makes her final determination.