I felt the heat of the battlefield as it was. Not everyone will enjoy watching.
I can assure you, if youâve ever stood on the battlefield, you wonât be pleased with that.
Crosses wounded comrades, encounters enemies and swings swords and spears.
Screaming from all around, you hear a tearing sound.
Iâm out of breath. You feel malice, hostility, and madness spreading through the air, and you find it hard to breathe properly because of the nasty smell that pierces your nose.
Not only does your whole body get wet with sweat, but eventually you canât tell whatâs going on.
T ran s la t e d by ď˝pď˝t l.ď˝ o ď˝ For the public, the battlefield is an object of fear and an experience you will never want to experience again.
Of course, there are those who enjoy this environment.
Brigade garbage with a gruesome psychopath murderer, sometimes war addicted veterans, and sometimes retired mercenaries.
I didnât honestly understand what it was like to be addicted to war, but I thought Iâd understand a little bit if I saw a red mercenary.
âItâs unusual. â
Itâs definitely unusual.
âTheyâre unusual. â
Brothers! T r an s lat e d by pď˝t l.com
â Whoaaahhhh!
My brothers and sisters!
â Donât stop! Charge! Charge! Charge!
â Run, run! You bastards!
â Donât die, you sons of bitches! Donât die! Letâs meet alive!
âReallyâŚ. â
I knew the atmosphere of the Red Mercenary Guild was inherently rough, but I feel like itâs not clearer than I thought.
There were those who judged the situation quite calmly like Choi Young-gi, and there was a sense that they were a bunch of muscles, but rational muscles.
I asked which side was the good one and the proportion of the size of the dandy was quite high.
Of course, it was the rules defined by the guild that gave them reason, but that image piled up and piled upâŚ
âYou forgot. â
I had forgotten for a moment that I was suppressing those accident clubs.
He had forgotten that if he put them out there right now, he was a criminal or he was in an accident somewhere.
â Kill, kill!
T ra ns la ted by pm tl.co ď˝ â Die, you filthy bastards! Wizard Support!!!
â Get out of the way! Out of the way!!
â Come in, come in! You devils!! Come in!!
âReal shit. â
Iâve never seen a Red Mercenary stand on the battlefield before, but it feels so unfamiliar.
You donât look like youâve been fighting like a trained soldier in red armor. Itâs like looking at animals with their collars untied.
âThese guys are real assholes. â
Some with axes, some with shields. The way we fight, like the weapons we each carry, is also the way we fight.
Some take off their hot armor and fight, while others use a staff as a blunt object, even though they are wizards.
Some are throwing giant weapons, and some are smiling after picking up the enemy wizard attack with their whole bodies.
You can also see those who are fighting recklessly with their arrows in their arms scrambled and scouring the battlefield with their eyes as if they were rotten.
The battlefield is so messy I can understand why they havenât untied their necks until nowâŚ.
â Barbarians.
âWhat are you calling a savage again? â
âBut it was the battlefield I designed. I donât want to interfere, I donât have any rights, but I donât feel comfortable watching a battle like that. Iâd rather not look.
âLetâs not pretend to be dignified, really. What do you know of a man as big as an orchid in a greenhouse? Itâs gold under good parents. Itâs a prison. Who knows what the world grew up in? Thereâs no such thing as dignity on the battlefield. â T ra n slate d b y p mt l .com
âDon ât try to insult me by framing useless. Iâm not looking for dignity on the battlefield either. ButâŚ.
âBut?â
â But thereâs a minimum line. You canât call that a war. I want to ask you whatâs different from cheap mercenaries fighting drunk at a tavern. Thatâs what a Red Mercenary called one of Lindellâs three guilds looks like. I feel like Iâve opened my way to rubbish.
âSo thatâs what the military is doing there. He doesnât know anything. A tactic is a tactic because you donât even know how to fight hot. Do you think heâs ever felt that heat? This is why we canât let the clerks do this. Those people who are busy talking about the site⌠â
âLess than youâŚ
âThatâs because I donât talk. Iâm more like him than you. I would have gotten used to it back there. Iâm on the ground. Itâs not the same as the military. â
âThis shit isnât worth listening to.
âSon of a bitch. â
I noticed a frowny face that I donât like.
I was able to understand the feeling of sincerity to some extent, but I donât think he meant what he just said.
Itâs just a distraction, I guess.
Maybe he doesnât want to admit it. How can he understand that heâs making progress even though heâs fighting like that?
Perhaps the values that he was establishing were shattered.
Let me give you an example. How many battlefields has this son of a bitch fought on the continent stage? How many battlefields have you written about?
Tra ns l a te d b y jpmt l.ď˝om After many trial and error, I am confident that he has defined war in his own way.
He was originally a conceited pup⌠I canât imagine how much Pride he would have in his paper.
In the end, a new theory to threaten the paper appeared, and to be precise, a case against the paper appeared.
âI donât think weâre clear. â
It feels organized.
I donât know what to say about that. I did not share well with the disease and my rank is not normal. Theyâre just charging in carelessly, and they donât even see a proper commander.
Some of them are wearing Commanderâs Insignia, but theyâre also focusing solely on lighting their eyes and sticking axes in the heads of demons.
You can see their faces and bodies soaking in the blood of demons, foaming at their mouths.
Honestly, itâs hard to tell who the devilâs camp is. Violent scenes stand out as victims of demons.
I canât even use it for publicity.
ButâŚ
âWhy does it look organized? â
As a result, there are definitely laws, not nonsense.
It may seem merely a commotion, but it may seem promising.
There are laws that minimize casualties and even they are unconscious.
Each of them acts and moves like a single body. The scene of filling each otherâs gaps and absurd puzzles coming together to draw a picture is likeâŚ.
âPerfect.â
It was a perfect piece.
âYou probably wonât be able to ask me to do this again. â
I can assure you.
It must be a coincidence. The way theyâve been breathing all this time, itâs just that theyâre so cooked up that they fit together. If I ask you to do it again, you really wonât be able to do it.
If it werenât for Cha Hee Ra leading the battlefield in the first place, it wouldnât have been made.
The reason why the Red Mercenaries broke the rules and broke the collar is because Cha Hee told them to do so, not for any other reason.
On second thought, Cha Hee made that decisionâŚ.
Itâs because of the Devil Summon scum. â
Ironically, the Republicâs genius military has provided a strong stage that wonât collapse.
â Kill it! Kill!!!
Donât stop! Donât look back! Run!
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You hear a noise with the sound of Kuang.
He wields his weapon with a bare grip, each with an axe and a sword made to be held in one hand.
The one who is struck by the Great Sword flies away and the one who is stabbed by the axe is crushed.
Whenever the earth fires and moves the body, a storm blows.
Itâs like the sound of effects Iâve never heard in my life keeps going down.
Godâs soldiers, who follow the path of the battlefield god, look at her, believe and follow her, and burn everything she has.
The user shields itself against enemy attacks, smiling frenzily and releasing its foot into the darkness.
That is a belief that you will not die. No, you donât seem to be afraid of death.
He seems to think heâll eventually head for Valhalla, the tomb of warriors, even if he dies.
âThe god of battle is with us! â
âThe Red Mercenaries are with us! â
âToday this place will be our grave! The most glorious death will be at the side of the battlefield god. Fight, warriors! Letâs fight! Battle! Letâs fight, my brothers and sisters! Letâs fight! Letâs fight! To the god of the battlefield! â
âNothing will stand in the way of the whole body! We will sing victory songs, as always! â
âHow. They must be drunk. â
I think I took a bad pill. Iâm drunk and drunk on the battlefield. I continue to spit out ambassadors that I canât do with my mind.
âI see why this bastard couldnât adapt. â
If you think of him standing tall among the Red Mercenaries soaked in madness, heâs definitely worth craving for blue.
Sing a victory song and praise the god of the battlefield. Cha Hee smiles.
I keep cutting down enemies, squeezing them like bugs, and explaining to them why I have to believe in myself.
Look.
Overwhelming.
Kuaahhhhhhhhhhh!!
Overwhelming power.
Quad, quad, quad, quad, quad!
A force that inspires awe.
âHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!! â
âMagic! Wizard! â
âForward! Forward! Donât look back! â
âDeath by the god of the battlefield! â
âI will lay down my life for the god of battle! â
âThese bastards are crazy. â
Crossing the bridge where the Demon Summoning garbage was made was not an easy task.
I wouldnât be stupid enough to leave the plague garbage open.
I tried to tighten up my troops and reinforce the wire or plug a hole, but all of the action was not meaningless enough.
Despite the physical limitations, Godâs soldiers led by the whole body never tire.
âHow embarrassing. â
â âŚâŚ.
âHow annoying it really is. â
The Plague Garbage is more stressful than the Devil Summoning Garbage.
â âŚâŚ.
â âŚâŚ. â
âYou disgusting bugs⌠How dare youâŚ!!
Kwaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!
You hear a great sound.
Cha Heera, who holds the head of the plague garbage from the chair in one hand and greets the wall with a hot greeting, flashed into view.