The Paladin Owns the Relic

81 – Paramer Subjugation (6)

Paramer’s outer walls wriggled greatly. A portion of the building’s wrapped flesh collapsed.

The end is coming. Ashwal Haltz checked his troops. He straightened out his formation and checked his progress.

“Estel Apostle. Are you done with blessing the weapon?”

“We are finishing now.”

A bleak light streamed down from the weapon imprinted with a complicated spell. At least I won’t be let down.

“Sir Svalants. Have you sent anyone to the surrounding villages?”

“Yes! They should be evacuating by now!”

“What is the news to the empire?”

“I sent the telegram! We will arrive on time.”

“Well done.”

Ashbal mounted his horse. He drove lightly and turned his back on Para Mer.

Many eyes were looking at him. Those who did not leave themselves even when death came.

Gowon is howling. It is becoming one under the stride that matches the horse’s rough play.

Ah.

Blow.

The wind is blowing. Rotten me is mixed in the wind.

Now soon.

A little further.

Ashwal Haltz saw a child soldier trembling among the soldiers on display. Cold sweat broke out on his tense face as he gripped his weapon tightly.

“Soldier.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Are you afraid?”

“Oh no! I am not afraid!”

My voice trembled. Ashwal Haltz jumped in front of the child soldier. He tightened the slack straps of his helmet and brushed off his loose arms with his hand.

“You can run away. You are still young, no one is to blame.”

“Even, I will not run away!”

The child soldier swallowed up his tears. His trembling hand gripped the hilt of his sword.

I look up. See yourself How straight those eyes were, in an instant, Ashwal asked.

“Why?”

“Go, Your Excellency took care of my mother! She helped me get through the winter when I had nothing to eat!”

“I don’t remember.”

“But I remember! Go, sir! I learned that it is human duty to repay what you receive! At least my mother taught me that!”

The malevolent voice trembled. But he didn’t stop.

“Please let me stand behind your Excellency! I will definitely repay the favor!”

“……”

Ashwal looked into the child soldier’s eyes.

“…What is your name?”

“Bah, this is Balken! Dismissal!”

“Valken. See that wriggling barrier?”

“I see it! Dismissal!”

“Soon, that place collapses and monsters pour out. Do you have the confidence not to run away even then?”

“Even if I die, I will not back down! Dismissal!”

“……”

Ashwal put the child soldier on the shoulder. He took a step back.

I am watching. Numerous eyes. All the soldiers who had been following him, all the way from the Hartz family’s territory, were looking at him.

“…Valken.”

The outer wall squirms violently once more. Ashwal Haltz mounted his horse. He looked down at the child soldier.

“If you want to repay the favor, don’t die.”

“Go, Your Excellency!”

“Live and leave meaning. Balken.”

The drawn sword glowed bleakly. Ashwal closed his eyes.

There are many people who need to be saved. It’s too much, and it’s heavy on my shoulders.

But more than that, my heart was on fire. A feeling that a commander shouldn’t feel. The feeling of a horse’s hoof that makes you feel alive as a knight.

Ah.

Coming.

The battlefield is calling me.

“…Blow the horn.”

The rider put the horn in his mouth. He took a deep breath.

Puuu…….

The quiet plain was covered with sound. The wriggling outer wall vibrated violently.

“…Is it the start?”

The mercenaries who were inspecting their weapons raised their heads.

“Layeo. Please watch over me.”

The Heretic Questioners finished their prayers and mounted their horses.

“In the name of Naga…”

The black scale exhaled a heavy breath.

Equipped display. Ashwal Haltz looked back at the Heretic Inquisitor, Dimona.

“Judge. I will leave the command of the rest of the troops except for the Imperial Army.”

“…Is that okay?”

“It’s a unit I’ve never commanded before. Better to split up Instead, don’t think of taking over the command of this side.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well. You have to be able to properly trust a person like a serpent.”

Dimona chuckled. She drew her sword.

“Are you not going to give a speech?”

“Can that be? This might be my last battlefield, so I have to say something awesome.”

The outer wall begins to crumble. Centered around a huge monster, endless monsters crawl out onto the plains.

It comes like a huge rotten wave. A huge monster raises its head between the collapsed outer walls.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh……

“What is that…?”

“Crazy f*ck…”

“Please… please… my Almighty God…”

First one.

The next column.

The bag is eaten and the cloth rolls down.

The cloth is trampled and the bay howls.

A monster.

The monster rolls down endlessly.

“Ah… Ah…”

Soldiers trembled in fear when they saw the monsters swarming. Ashwal Haltz raised his head.

He was also trembling. Who would not tremble at the sight of an army like me?

For humans, this is a natural reaction.

“Gentlemen. Raise your head.”

But with a real human being, he should be able to shake off even that.

“Crush your fear! We move forward!”

The veteran straightened his back. One of the continent’s mightiest men, who once fought through the battlefield as a knight, raised his sword.

A magical sword that bounces. The growing back and swollen muscles filled the inside of the armor.

“Even if I fall, I will be the first to fall! Blow the horn! Tell those rotten junk things who the owner of this land is!”

The warhorse raised its paw. Naturalization bloomed in Ashwal Haltz’s eyes.

“Tell the rotten monsters that crawled out of Paramer the greatness of humans! Embed the names of the greatest warriors in the Empire!”

A black mist covered the sky. But even so, there is a light that leaks out.

The sun never sets. Even if it’s foggy, it’s beyond it.

“We do not lose. We are the sun of the Empire!”

The horn sounds.

“Scatter the light! Warriors! Carve fear into the monsters of Paramer!”

A roaring cry.

The fighting spirit that was sleeping deep in the chest comes out through the throat.

Large.

Bigger!

“In the name of Ashwal Haltz! Warriors!”

The soldiers trembling in fear grabbed all their swords. He’s still scared, but he doesn’t glance back anymore.

“Distribute your life for honor!!!!!”

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The soldiers shout. I cry out because my throat is bursting.

The name that was once famous as a great general of the empire. Among the high-ranking knights of the continent, he calls out the name of the famous lion with his whole body.

“Ashbal Haltz!”

“Ashbal Haltz!”

“Ashbal Haltz!”

War.

The subjugation of Paramer has begun.

. . .

Run.

Running. Just forward. Run like you’re about to trample a rotten monster.

Dimona gritted her teeth. He lifted the tangled sword with a complicated spell.

Leaders are the knights. Under the command of Ashwal Haltz, knights are carrying lances.

The speed of the warhorse is fast. The lances of the knights who poured magic on them were no different from running bombs. It will pierce through and destroy all that stands in its way.

But that’s not enough. Still the soldiers are agitated. A mighty number.

I need a solid first scene to boost morale that is slowly sinking.

I have to show you here…!

“Judge!”

Someone followed Dimona’s side. Rosemary riding a horse. Her pink hair was blowing in the wind.

“Rosemary…?”

“Leave it to me! I will clear the way, Judge, please save your strength!”

“But…”

“I can do it.”

Rosemary gritted her teeth. He drew an axe.

“Leave it to me. Judge.”

“……”

Has Rosemary ever worked so hard?

Zahard. Going with him must have changed something. Dimona nodded her head.

I don’t know what’s inside. At least, it seemed right to conserve strength to fight that huge monster in front of me.

The holy power is not infinite. It’s like fitness. As you use it, it will fall off.

Just…

“Can you do it? Rosemary?”

“Please believe me.”

Rosemary smiled faintly.

“Now I will prove it with my body rather than my mouth!”

Dimona whispered softly.

“Hey, that’s a dirty word…”

Rosemary briefly lost the reins.

“What are you talking about?!”

“It is said to relax. Rosemary. Show me.”

Dimona punched Rosemary in the back.

“Who is the strongest among the Heretic Questioners!”

“……”

Rosemary’s eyes caught fire.

“…Yes!”

. . .

Slavery.

Rosemary’s starting point was the slave market.

When I came to my senses, I was mixed in with one of the many slaves. Her tribe was ruined, and as the daughter of her chieftain, she herself was taken by humans.

I didn’t resent it.

Because it is natural for the strong to oppress the weak.

But even so, Rosemary’s life was not over. A priest who came across by chance recognized the stigma engraved on him.

Rosemary looked behind her as she was almost half-forced. She looked at herself with her envious glances, and she checked the gazes of the other slaves.

…I am.

I am also different from others.

That incident became an opportunity for Rosemary, who had lived her entire life as the daughter of her chieftain, to believe that she was special.

The superior physical abilities and innate spiritual power unique to the Beast Race shine even brighter the more they are polished and polished. Her motives, who had entered the church together, could not follow her.

Rosemary’s confidence ran endlessly. Until she met ‘she was him’.

“Isn’t it bigger than I thought? I thought she was a rookie, but she is.”

A sigh of boredom. On her knees she had never been down before.

Where she casually looked up, the apostle Fabian was shrugging her shoulders.

“You. It sucks.”

As a result of that incident, Rosemary’s uniqueness disappeared. She felt a wall she couldn’t climb and gave up her efforts.

But even so, her shattered pride did not go away easily. Instead of moving her body, it got to the point of opening her mouth and making excuses.

I am different from others. That person was an apostle, so it was inevitable.

Because I’m strong enough, because this is strong enough.

But her heart was broken after meeting Radha Talk. Her junior, who came in a few years after her, had become much stronger than herself before she knew it.

The time I wasted in the time I didn’t try.

I knew it was the wrong way. But Rosemary was reluctant to try. Instead, she sharpened her blade.

She cut down the silent Rada Talk and took the Holy Knights of the Heretic Interrogation Center as discipline. Even though she was capable enough to become a judge, she remained in the 5th Heretic Inquisition.

Because I’m afraid.

I was afraid that it would break if I met the sky again, so I stayed there.

…But.

But it’s different now.

“…Ugh.”

Rosemary raised her gaze. A rotten, rotten monster was right in front of him.

The ax was stretched out. There was a spark at the end of the blade. But that alone wasn’t enough.

The radish was ground and polished. Even when he arrived at the Church Headquarters, he did not rest even once.

I changed my soul to save Zahard Inquisitor.

Practice to practice. Even when the body was cornered, he continued to run. From now on. Further forward.

During the grueling training, Rosemary realized it belatedly. That speculation still slumbers within him.

Even if he sees the far-off sky, he has no reason to back down.

“… Such… Such rotten flesh…!”

He was ashamed when he ran away leaving him alone.

So, I will never feel that way again.

Rosemary’s once-extinguished wick sparked a new flame, growing without knowing the limit.

It was burning so loudly that even I didn’t know.

The shape of the ax was distorted. Sparks flew and a rough spinning sound came out.

The air shredded in a rumbling sound.

“Everything blows away!!!!!”

A transmogrification that only a few select paladins can reach.

The perfect spinning saw cut across the battlefield.

Immediately.

-An explosion occurred.

Quaaa!!!!!

“What, what?!”

“What just…?!”

The soldiers who ran after the knights raised their heads. Beyond dozens, I saw the bodies of hundreds of rotten soldiers floating in the air.

The sky is covered in black for an instant. The rotten me, which had stretched out to the point of suffocation, was blown away by the burning fumes.

The shredded and fragmented bodies were screaming. The rotten souls split apart and fell to the ground.

Rain of corpses.

The rotten flesh is ripening black.

Only one clash.

Single damage.

Flowing flames covered the plains. Even the rotten soldiers of Paramer blew up the area so coolly that they flinched for a moment.

The vanguard of the rotten army has been utterly shattered.

By the hand of a single paladin!

“…Huh?”

Heretic Judge Dimona opened his eyes wide.

“Uh uh uh?”

A path pierced by an unexpected blow. It was much bigger than originally thought.

A sound came out at will from his gaping mouth.

“What, what did you teach?! Zahard?! What the hell eh eh eh eh?!!!!!”