I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 70

We will strike at the center of the Fontana army, which consists of about 500 men.

Since the peasant militia of the leading group was blown away by me, the number of people trying to stop me from going there was small.

Some peasant militia try to arouse their minds and stop them, but don't let go of the [scatter bullet].

Then they approached the men in metal armor in the middle of the Fontana army.

The Armored Soldiers are holding each other's shields in bulk.

Looks like we're going to intercept.

I wish I could use magic like flying a big rock like the one that defeated Vargas, but that's hard to use when I'm running on a ride.

Then let's simply break up our defenses with a stick of hardened brick.

That's what I thought. With the momentum of rushing forward, I made my whole body look like magic again, strengthened my body, and sifted a stick on my side.

Gakeen.

The clash between the metal shield and the hardened brick sounds like an ear murmur.

With so much shock, I took the stick off my hand.

Pull out the hard tooth sword in haste.

It might have been dangerous if we had been attacked at the wrong time.

But my assault was successful.

It was not like a peasant militia to be jumped, but the armored soldier who was holding multiple shields and defending himself was also covered in the back when the leading soldier was pushed down by the impact of the stick.

The rest of the armored men who managed to push it back and rushed to the defeat.

That time was going to miss me. [M]

"Come on, they're not that strong, these guys."

"Don't be silly. The general is just a mess. Bakemon."

"Don't tell me, Vargas. Remember that later. I'm going to kick them out."

Oh.

I'm heading for the Armored Soldier as I cross with Vargas.

Armored soldiers are certainly strong and the equipment is of good quality.

I think it is many times stronger than the peasant militia.

But there's something obviously different about me.

It was a quality of magic.

An armored soldier who clearly has more magic than a peasant militia.

However, the quality of magic was the same as that of the peasant militia.

Magic like a pale blue cloud standing up, drifting unconsciously from your body.

There was only a lot of it, but that's all.

In contrast, my magic is completely different from that.

As a result of combining the magic taken from the air and food with my own magic in my belly, it has become like a thick and viscous liquid magic.

Even this difference in magic quality appears to be a difference in combat power.

It's an armored soldier with about 30 men, but we might be able to handle even three of them.

We might be able to take down about 10 people by ourselves.

That's what I thought.

I will not tolerate any further indecency.

Someone further behind some of the armored men I pushed down attacked us.

You ride the Valkyrie just like I do.

Is this the great one who came out of there before the battle began?

So this is the top of the enemy army.

It saved me a lot of trouble to come out of there.

"Long time no see, Ars. How are you?

"... hah? I don't know who you are."

The other man talks to me when I'm lucky enough to start an attack.

The exact timing has lost the opportunity to attack.

Who is this guy?

"Fufu, don't you remember because you were still small? It's me, Raymond, who will be the slayer of the Fontana family, who will rule the land."

Home slaughter?

Raymond?

There's no reason I don't remember.

Someone I met when I first left town.

The person who received the Valkyrie dedicated to the Fontana family.

Someone who suddenly cut off the corner of the Valkyrie without a word.

And the person who directly authorized my rights, such as land ownership.

There was a man in front of me.

He was the commander of this army.

Maybe he's not the culprit of everything.

In the important position of house slaughter of the Fontana family, the man even issued a permit with the Fontana family crest.

That said, I've been trying to take what's in Barca by making it difficult for me.

Earlier, before the war started, he told me that I was guilty.

I have blood on my head.

Whose fault is this?

Everything's Raymond's fault.

I'm not bad.

Unexpectedly, the force is applied to my hands and my nails are swallowing up.

Blood seeps from the palm of my hand.

It was the same as when you were seen cutting Valkyrie's horn in front of you and you couldn't do anything but endure it.

But it's not exactly the same.

Unlike that time, I was strong.

It became stronger than the nobleman would have thought.

"Hey, Ars. Look around. I'm surrounded."

It was a time when all my blood was gathering in my head and I was so excited that I thought it would cut my blood vessels.

My part-time brother calls me in a hurry.

It was not until I heard that voice that I was conscious of my surroundings.

I've been hit.

Why did Raymond suddenly call me?

It was time to lure my anger and get the armored men back on their feet to surround themselves.

I stupidly stopped and listened to Raymond's story, even though there was the most powerful way to strike with a thrust attack on horseback.

"Shit, General. They use their magic."

The worse situation persists.

An armored soldier who surrounded us, but tried to attack with magic, not with a weapon.

Magic attack.

Yes, I was completely alarmed by the overwhelming strength with which I defeated my opponent.

Magic exists in this world.

That doesn't mean that magic attacks are our exclusive patent.

I know the trouble of the attack because I use it.

The magical attack was simultaneously fired from the surrounding armor.