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

Pharmacopoeia.

It is one of the absolute laws of this world that does not change over time.

And within that law, the Imperial Army was always strong and devoured.

For them, weakness was something that could be trampled upon at any time, and plunder was a guaranteed right.

Prisoners were not targets to be respected by the Empire army.

It was just an example of the miserable words of those who resisted the Empire.

Even if it's a corpse.

The same was true of Prince Dothrin.

A member of the Dothrin family who didn't even know the subject and invaded the territory of the Empire.

The head of the Non-Dragon Knights, who made the knights of the brave and merciless empire afraid of the sky.

There was no better example of defeatism reversing the prevailing mood of the front due to repeated defeats.

Moreover, his end was too heroic to leave as it was.

During the melting of the whole body by fire, he lured the flaming dragon and burned the city and the citadel of the Empire and burned himself with flames.

Those who witnessed it were overwhelmed by that resolve and the spirit of indifference, and even revered.

It was not so sweet to be the brainchild of an empire that led the army.

The death of those who opposed the Empire should always have been miserable and petty.

So that Dothrin's royal army could be regarded as an escaped dog rather than a tail, they should not leave any honor at their end.

So the cerebral head of the empire forged his death.

The noble will that flew a few days to endure the pain of burning my body to save my soldiers became a cowardice that swept away the soldiers and roared like beasts, and until the moment I was consumed by flames to death, the jealousy that cried out for the victory of my country was nothing more than a cry.

The corpse was hanged on a ledge so that anyone could see its horrible horoscope.

So that anyone may fear the Empire, seeing the miserable end of the blasphemer who was against the Empire.

It was because of this that the corpse was released as I wanted to stop in front of the Leonberg Royal Army.

Look. The end of the alliance that was meant to be with you is so miserable, that the worthless corpse on the battlefield will come to you tomorrow.

The Imperial Army never doubted that the morale of the enemy facing the defeat of its allies would be perplexed. It firmly believed that the enemies who had to fight alone with 120,000 troops would be desperate.

It didn't take that long to realize how much of an illusion it was.

Fresh!

Sharp ripples dig into your ears.

Bang!

A noise burst right in front of my nose one step late.

Aggravation!

Dirt blooms like a mist.

Bugs and bumps.

I heard footsteps in it.

Then someone went through the dirt and showed up.

Gold glittering armor, white fur over the shoulders and a curled lion emblem engraved on the chest of the bird tunic.

The symbols of any Knight of Leonberg, which any Imperial Army knows to be nailed to its ears.

He was the army of the Kingdom of Leonberg.

The Paladins went forward. The Knights of the Empire moved behind the military without a sound. Heavy infantry and cavalry followed.

Bugs and bumps.

Either that or the military was just walking.

Towards the pillars that the knights set high.

Ugh.

The Paladins gave and received snowflakes.

Knights grabbed the sword sack.

Hundreds of knights and dozens of paladins surrounded the military in an instant.

Ugh.

Paladin raised his hand.

Now, if you put your hands down, hundreds of knights and thousands of soldiers will cast their emptiness into the army.

But nothing happened.

Paladin held his hand firmly.

There was a soldier right in front of his nose.

There was only a gust of wind blowing around the plain and the military.

The blonde head woke up like a lion's mane.

Under it, the blue naturalization was burning.

Gulp.

Palladin swallowed the dried saliva.

I had a military body that I could reach with just one finger. I couldn't reach it.

All he could do was roll his eyeballs and watch the army pass in front of me.

Bugs and bumps.

Finally, the steps of the military were stopped in front of the battalion.

* *

When I stopped in front of the pillar, I raised my head.

"Doris."

Doris was there.

"I've come to pick you up. "

The answer was not heard.

Why?

If you're a chatty Doris, you should have welcomed me. I looked at Doris in a daze.

Black burnt body, pressed iron armor.

"Doris."

I once again called Doris's name.

But even this time Doris didn't answer.

I called it a few times, but the results were the same.

I picked the Earth and scattered the light.

The rope that tied Doris on the ledge was severed.

Doris drops out without force.

I took Doris' body with my two hands.

Kneeling on the floor, I put my hand on the visor of a half-pressed helmet.

The visor was pressed against the helmet and did not move a bit.

I empowered my hand, and I released it quickly.

I felt like my body would be broken if I gave it a little strength.

Even the real hope that was in my heart was broken.

"Whoo."

I looked at the little body with the black burnt body and the molten iron armor tangled together.

The left hand was rolled in to see if it was holding the reins of the non-dragon until the last moment, while the right hand grabbed a broken piece of spear.

His last was drawn before his eyes as he had seen it.

I would have fought the Fire Dragon without even throwing off my armor.

In the heat, the skin will ripen red, and the dust will flow, and the lungs will burn, and the dragon will run to the end.

I would have run and held my gaze so that the eyes of the dragon would not return to those who were left behind.

Thus, the body would have continued to fly and closed its eyes after reaching the citadel of the Empire, even after it had already been unable to avoid death.

How painful, how frightening.

"Now rest in peace. "

I got up with Doris.

The Empire's army surrounds me.

One of them, Palladin, gathers the light and aims at me.

"Die!"

Then the gear ran towards me.

I bounced my toes.

The earth that was rolling around the floor stumbled on its toes and rolled forward.

Paladin opened the visor.

The eyes under the helmet turned to my chest.

His eyes opened when he saw the sword crumpled to the sack.

Unbelief in the pupils fills my eyes.

"Glug."

But even then, he quickly disappeared, and hoped to be blunt.

Furry.

Paladin has fallen.

I looked around rather than staring at him.

The knights rushing toward me in time for the attack of Paladin were looking at me with their stance stiffened.

"Don't stop me. "

Then I told them.

"Don't even bother. "

Do not disobey my wish that this path of friendship will not become a bloodbath.

"I won't run away if I don't. "

My agglutination in Paladin's heart is a token of promise.

I just walked.

He supported Doris with both hands and walked between the Knights of the Empire and the soldiers.

Ugh.

The knights and soldiers who stood in the way withdrew.

Following the path they opened, I continued to walk.

And he reached the place where a sack of iron spear was embedded, as though the meteorite had fallen.

Aggravation.

Shadows poured over my head.

Along with the sound of the cold wind, huge monsters sat down in front of me.

One of them had a man looking at me with a pale face like a corpse on a monster.

Jean, Catherine, was Doris's best friend.

I quietly handed Doris over to him.

Jean accepts Doris' body without saying a word.

Wake up, be careful.

"I'll be right back. "

Jin flew up with the non-dragon after telling me to leave.

"I will take you to the citadel. "

The non-dragon knight standing in the back reached out to me.

"Give this to the outsider. "

Instead, I picked out the spear that was stuck in the middle of the pit and gave it to the non-dragon knight.

"How are you going to get back..."

When I came, I flew through the window, but I shook my head when asked if there was no way back.

I'm not going back yet, I have work to do here.

Instead of recommending more, the non-dragon knight flew up, leaving a message that he would fly at any time.

I turned my back rather than look at him.

Thousands of archers are pointing their brains and bows at me.

The knights and paladins saw the light on the tip of the sword right behind them.

I stretched my hands.

I took a deep breath with my mouth.

I lowered my body.

"Shoot!"

At that moment, thousands of arrows flew at me with renewed shouts.

Kung-kung-kung.

My heart, which was running slowly, started to jump like crazy.

At the same time, the oppressed manas spread all over.

I rolled my feet.

Bang!

The surrounding landscape quickly changed.

Jaw.

I was one of the archers.

"Huh?"

The archer who just protested sees me with a frozen face.

Reached out.

I pulled the short sword that was stuck in his waist and took it down.

"Ugh."

The archer with the clavicle rests behind the bulkhead.

"Ugh!"

The White Tired Archers drew the sword of the waist dance.

I ran in between.

And I swung my sword like crazy.

The severed arm flew into the air. The snowy head rolled off the floor.

Blood mist blooms.

In it, screams spread endlessly.

Sasasac.

I heard a sharp ripple.

I wielded the light on the sword and swung it gently.

Huaaaaaaah.

The flying arrow loses direction and falls to the surroundings.

"Evil!"

"Turn it off!"

The archers, struck by a blind arrow, scream.

I trampled on one of them and stretched out my sword.

Bang!

The bad quality sword taken from the archer exploded without beating my energy.

Iron shards scattered everywhere.

"Ugh! My eyes! "

"Argh!"

The soldiers caught in the debris spray blood and move on.

The arrow flew again.

I grabbed the bloody face and grabbed and pulled the screaming soldier's collar.

Tofu weir.

Along with the noise of the arrows digging up the flesh, the soldiers stretched axially.

He pulls his sword from the soldier's waist dance and throws out an elongated body.

Soldiers caught in the body that was thrown to Manah fell into a deep drowning.

I ran and put a sword in their body.

The bad sword of Jill quickly broke again.

"He doesn't have the right weapon! "

"The soldier who kills him will become a nobleman and earn a castle! "

Then the knights of the empire who saw me shouted with courage.

I look at them with my back open.

The soldiers who were promised the title and territory were staring at me with bloody eyes.

Eyes filled with fear and greed.

I got a laugh.

Butterflies that run blind to hopelessness and greed without even knowing my body burns.

I kicked the body of an archer who was rolling on the floor.

The bloody body turned upside down and revealed an arrow barrel that was connected to the belt.

I set my toes and filled the bottom of the barrel with arrows.

Sasasac.

The arrows bounce off and stick into the soldiers' bodies.

I followed him and blew up.

I took the sword from the soldier in front of me, and cut it, and cut it again.

Then, when the sword was broken, he took another new sword and swung it like crazy.

Murhunsi didn't even put it in his mouth.

He was just killed as he could see.

"Drive harder! As long as he's human, he'll be exhausted! "

"He will pay for the arrogance of his sword! "

The knights shout behind the soldiers' backs.

Riders who drive soldiers to their limbs to their positions and territories, waiting for the moment to come out.

I whispered a little.

Just trust me.

With a sword, I stabbed the soldier's neck endlessly.

Think of me as a hunting ground.

For this reason, we will not utter a single verse until the battle is over.

I will be happy to be a bloody buffalo and roll up the barracks with the soldiers.

So please.

"But don't run away. "

* *

"We have to open the wall! "

Several knights were white and bored and told the king.

The king who looked at the plain with a firm face was about to open his mouth.

"It's better not to go out. "

The Knight of Penta took his mouth off first.

"Ian won't like it if you leave the glottis now. "

The king shakes his head.

I think I'd rather live with hatred than lose my son in front of my eyes.

Penta's knight answered decisively.

"I assure you, that will not happen. "

Said the prince would never go wrong.

"Ian chose to defend the Citadel, not because he had the strength to take down 10 legions alone. "

The prince was left on the line of defense just because he was afraid that others would crumble without him.

He also said that he was concerned about when the rain water that the Emperor had hidden would emerge in some way.

The king did not believe.

I gained the power to defeat the Solo Legion. Hadley's bloody body was bloody with a sword and stabbed in the heart. I said, how can a man have that power?

In response, the novice laughed.

"A man made of bloodshed..."

And I brought out an old story.

"When I first had a fight with Ian, he rebuked me. "

Manna Chain, that little miracle can't reach transcendence, and the knights of this era have to realize how much they've lost.

No matter how shocking the unfamiliar power of Muhammad was, the knight had to suffer from Simma for a while.

Although the time had passed to overcome Simma, the urn thrown by the prince at that time remained in the heart of the old knight.

Then I went up to the hill of Penta and forgot.

It is because the power of the Pentagon is so powerful that it is incomparable with the four rings.

Not until I see my nephew again.

"Ian has never done anything so far. "

His nephew, as he did before, took down his world again, and ignored his justice.

"Even when you fight me and the sword. "

But unlike then, he was neither confused nor drowned.

"It's the damned Hader."

The old man asked us to fight with all our might in the future and laughed, saying that the behavior of his nephew who was watching the situation behind him was really nasty.

As if my nephew is sturdy and unbearable.

"They're probably the first to experience that power. "

At the end of the words, a flash rises in the middle of the plain.

Ugh.

He added a word as he looked through the plain with his eyes that were neither visible nor invisible.

"I assure you, if the millennial empire were to fall, it would be by her hand, and if the millennial emperor were to fall, it would be by her sword. "