I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

Until Idrian Leonberger first appeared alone, Paladin considered it an opportunity.

I even laughed at myself because I was drunk and the army came to my feet to die.

One of my colleagues, Faladin, was slain in vain, but did not feel much of a crisis.

Twenty-two thousand troops gathered here.

It was the elite army that survived the civil war.

There were seventeen knights who were named after the Civil War.

After all, no matter how great the military was, it was human.

I couldn't deal with all of them alone anymore.

Eventually, the army would exhaust all its power with petty soldiers.

Of course, Paladin knew that the soldiers would not suffer less damage in the process.

It was a military corps called the Soldier Corps, so maybe we really should lose one corps.

But if I could catch the military Idrian Leonberger, it would be nothing.

I was prepared to sacrifice not one army, but two.

He simply waited and defeated the exhausted army and received a prize.

The emperor said that he would come down to the man who defeated the army with a high command.

Just because the prize was promised by the Emperor in my own name, it would never be suggested.

Perhaps he will drive out the Leonberg Empire Army and take the land to territory.

The land that the Duke ruled, the work to be done together, would also be appropriate.

It was not a dream to be a few dukes in the Empire.

The reputation for defeating the military was dum.

I was amazed to imagine.

Wet with ecstasy, Faladin shook his body.

Then I felt a feeling of disguise. Paladin found the military.

I couldn't see the military because of the crowded soldiers.

It was only by listening to the occasional flashes and screams that I knew the location of the Great River.

But even that was not accurate because the military changed its position so often.

A scream and a flash burst from the west, then a scream and a flash burst from the east.

I could guess how fast the military was moving, even if I heard screams that changed from time to time.

"Shuck!"

"Save me!"

The soldiers scream endlessly.

By now, the military should have lost their health, but the rate at which the allies died did not make much difference compared to the first time.

And through this, Paladin learned that the military was not weary at all.

It was unbelievable.

Until then, Paladin was just a little surprised.

That palladine noticed this side after some time had passed.

Screaming was getting closer.

The speed and spacing were also so fast that they were incomparable from the beginning.

The energy of the military body, which was not even felt by the soldiers' armies, became a little clearer.

The army was definitely running in a straight line.

Paladin frowned.

I couldn't understand the sudden change.

I looked around.

I didn't see anything that would appeal to the military.

I thought so, and I believed so.

But it wasn't.

A superior knight appeared in Paladin's eyes.

It was a knight who served Paladin who was killed by a sword blown by the military.

There was a longsword in the hands of the knight.

Unlike the two-handed swords commonly used by imperial knights, the sword was short, and the form was also an ancient one-and-a-half sword.

"Where did you get that sword? "

Palladin approaches the knight and asks for the source of the sword.

The Knight replied that it was the sword of the enemy who had taken care of the body of the servant.

In addition, if you pierce the heart of the military with the sword, there will be no more pleasant vengeance.

"Have you seen such a fool! "

Paladin uttered a profanity.

Then he reaches out and tries to take the sword that the knight was holding.

Bang!

The noise dug into my ears.

Palladin pushes his squeaking head back.

The corpse of soldiers who were crumbled completely.

Shock Shock

Someone was coming along the river of blood in the middle of it.

The blood of the battlefield seems to have been turned over all by itself.

It was a military Idrian Leonberger.

Ugh.

He reached out his hand.

I'm sorry.

It was self-evident that the concise movement meant lifting the palm of the hand and lightly curling the finger.

The soldiers wanted their swords.

Palladin raises his hand to the sword sack and shines his eyes.

He did not know whether any of the bloody things the military had turned over belonged to him or only to someone else.

But the only thing that mattered was that the army appeared in the middle of the Seventeen Knights defenselessly without any weapons.

This was the perfect opportunity to defeat the military.

Paladin raised his hand quietly.

With only one hand down, the fame of a good soldier would be over.

Chuck.

At that time someone stepped forward with a blurry vision.

It was a knight who said he would avenge those who served with the sword of the enemy.

The knight walks toward the military as if he had been possessed by anything.

There were no birds to dry.

When Paladin regained consciousness, the knight politely offered his sword to the soldiers with both hands.

Evil. Tuck.

The head of the knight rolls to the floor.

The body that lost its head collapses as it chokes and spills blood.

Palladin looks beyond, ignorant.

A soldier, Idrian Leonberger, raises his hand and steals the blood on his face.

Then he bowed down in blood and turned his head against his forehead.

The army stretched out its waist.

Grab the sword upside down and lift it.

"......."

I shouted an unknown word with my mouth.

Goooooooooo.

Military presence soared to the end of the sky.

"Ah..."

Paladin's hands have stretched axially.

Tuck.

The sword fell to the ground.

Paladin thought.

The Ministry's plan to exterminate the Leonberg Royal Army with an overwhelming military vehicle was wrong from the outset.

It was the biggest mistake I ever made to think of Idrian Leonberger as the same man.

"All of you, all of you..."

At that moment, the military put their swords on the ground.

* *

Aggravation!

The scintillator swallowed the paladins and knights.

And when the light disappeared again, they were no longer present in the world.

All that remained was a deep dug pit that looked like a meteorite had fallen.

Fortunately, the soldiers who had avoided the disaster, thanks to being far from the center of light, began to turn around and flee.

But they had to stop without even walking five steps.

Qaaaaaaaah!

The ground was shaking.

Courrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Under his feet, he constantly sounded.

The soldiers caught up in that intense vibration have become incredibly bad.

The unlucky soldiers were stabbed to death on the day of the expulsion of their allies.

Those who survived somehow did their best to balance them.

It was a pointless effort.

As densely populated as they would be, the disproportionate did not fall alone.

"Let go! Let go! "

Those who stretch out their hands and take hold of others and those who promise to sow them are mixed, and there is chaos.

Another fell on the fallen, and the fallen fell on their allies, breaking their necks or suffocating.

The catastrophe was only over after the earthquake-like vibrations had completely stopped.

But the real catastrophe was from now on.

At some point, the hard floor they were walking on turned into sand.

Passes.

Then the earth began to flow to one side with the sand.

Towards a giant pit.

The first thing the pit swallowed was corpses and lesions.

The survivors desperately teased their feet to get away from the pit.

But it wasn't easy.

The muddled earth grabbed the survivors' feet.

"Huh? Huh? "

The soldiers' feet, which were moving without rest, were buried to their knees.

The earth continued to flow in that state.

Soldiers tied to their feet sweep and scream.

And when he came to the pit, he shut his mouth as if he had made a promise.

There was a huge hole in front of them.

Under the hole, a blue flame was burning.

The soldiers hardened as they swallowed up the dead and the living.

Then the limbs were sucked into the pits, stiffened.

* *

Vale Ballerhard's world was but darkness.

I failed to escape the Citadel of Elves, and since my eyes were opened, I've been humming myself.

But he wasn't frustrated.

It was only after I lost my eyes that I could truly see the world.

He defined the phenomenon as an outline.

And the new sensation gained through the amendment was called the Heart Security.

Peace of mind was never lacking in sight.

He fully trusted his reassurance abilities, as he could see more and more accurately than his eyes.

And at this moment, Vale Valrhaud had doubted his senses for the first time since he gained peace of mind.

"Hey, this is..."

My skin was burning as if I had touched the fire.

My whole body trembled like crazy.

The five rings fluctuated like they were about to break.

It happened after confronting the overwhelming energy that flowed over there.

He turns his head unconsciously and pursues his energy.

And I encountered him.

Baleard had never seen anything like it in his life.

In front of him, the power of Penta became a handwriting, and man became so insignificant.

There was a true transcendence that my niece said she could never touch without weaving the loop.

It was a tremendous storm of energy that even the five rings could not dare to measure, and even his world, which was only dark, was so intense that it could be watered down in total natural color.

It was also a wave that echoed the soul.

Nephew's anger has been reported without filtration.

His nephew's screams soaked into his heart.

The idea of memory in honor of the deceased shook my soul.

In all sorts of emotions pushed like the sea, even his own existence felt faint.

He was evil and endured it.

Staring at the blue light that burns sharply in the dark with blinded eyes.

He had seen the light before.

Although it became an incomparably intense light then, it was something he was certainly well aware of.

The flame that burned the Orcs was just like mine.

His nephew called it the power of the poem of the soul.

As soon as I realized that, his accent collapsed.

How much did his nephew lose until the memorial amusement became an Itorock or a powerful poem?

His nephew repeated how much frustration and grief he had until he became a firewood with death and screams piled up to become a low-rock or massive flame.

It was a pity and a pity.

Then I saw the center of the blue light.

Something that keeps its place in the midst of repeated annihilation without resting in the blue light.

A strong and firm soul was there.

Like a solid fortress, like a fortress that doesn't collapse, like the performance of the winter.

The soul of a small and young prince was as familiar and wondrous as he was.

Vale Ballerhard immediately took up the position.

With a devout heart, he saluted his nephew with a small head toward it.

I recited it small in my heart.

May there be only great glory in the future of the knight with the great soul.

* *

Idrian Leonberger's black sword doesn't just end up making a big hole in front of the citadel.

He showed his presence everywhere, as if the roar of the flower dragon had done.

In the face of that overwhelming presence, the Imperial Army stopped attacking the citadel and fortresses of Leonberg and withdrew in unison.

The Imperial Army considered that the intense waves that had been transmitted from far away were caused by the Fire Dragon.

So I quickly withdrew without fear to become like the Dothrin Empire Army.

So when they withdrew from the front line, a few soldiers with the same horror as the Stragglers joined them.

It was some of the troops that were headed by Brien Cowwright.

And through them they heard terrible news.

It was true that 20 troops had been annihilated, who had left to target Brienne's accomplice.

But there was something really horrible going on.

The relentless presence that they considered to be the property of the dragon belonged to a completely different person, the military leader, Idrian Leonberger.

Naturally, the Imperial Army commanders and knights did not believe it.

With the sword shaking, the ground collapsed and twenty troops were sucked into it. It was ridiculous.

It was impossible to exterminate twenty legions alone with the human body.

The overwhelming presence they felt that day was also unauthorized to man.

The Imperial Army commanders beheaded the survivors by saying, "Beyond rebuking the enemy in vain."

Survivors did not defend themselves until the moment of death.

I just heard the tragedy of that day over and over again like a madman.

Then, just before Beigie, his neck suddenly turned.

He turned his eyes white and twisted his mouth, cynically and savagely.

"I will be there soon. "

A disparate tone like imitating someone else.

Spatula.

But the knights didn't take it personally.

Until we found out that all the beheaded left the same will.