I am the Monarch Chapter 219:

The first life and the second life .
During the two lives, Roan experienced similar event, or completely new events .
The horrendous sight that spread before his eyes right now .
The tempest-like pressure that suffocated the breath .

‘It is slightly different, but in the end……’

It was same as the last life .
The plain that spread before the eyes, and the Mad Monarch Simon Rinse and the Legion of Dark that stood beyond it .
In this life as well, they were heinous, contemptible, and fearsome .
But there was also something completely different than the last life .
Roan’s head turned towards the ally camp located at the back .

‘Although I was there at the back in the last life……’

His head once again turned towards the front .

‘Now I am in front of everyone . ’

Roan Lancephil .
From a mere rank-and-file spearman, he had become a noble, no, a great general who led a grand legion .
And now he stared beyond it .
During the second life, only Roan changed greatly .

‘Mad Monarch Simon . ’

Simon’s face that was far away was seen as if it was right in front of his nose through the Kalian’s Tears .

‘So it ultimately became like this . ’

A sigh flowed out .

‘When we first met, I had hoped that he may become a virtuous monarch if I supported him well from his side . ’

But seeing his obsession for power and cold-blooded nature while passing through the Poskein Exodus, that hope was shattered to dust .

‘Furthermore, even his body was full of evil mana . ’

A situation where he couldn’t control his madness without the Holy Palace’s God’s Medicine .
Roan’s eyes sank to a calm light .

‘If it wasn’t for the evil mana, then would he have been fine?’

Roan soon shook his head .
The appearances Simon showed until now was in no way different than those of other royalties and nobles .

‘The **** who can thoughtlessly throw away the lives of citizens  if it was for power and wealth . ’

The distance between Simon and the image of monarch Roan wanted was distant .

“Huu . ”

A long sigh once again flowed out .
At that moment .

“My lord . The preparations have finished . ”

Harrison approached and spoke in a quiet voice .
Roan slowly nodded his head .

“I see . Then should we blitz them?”

A faint smile floated up on his mouth .

“Since that’s our mission . ”

Roan glared at the front .
No, his gaze was watching at a place much farther away .
At that place .

‘Ian . I’m counting on you . ’

Ian Phillips, together with a detached force, was advancing towards the Longfort Castle .
Their number was merely one thousand .
It was an impossibly small number to capture the kingdom West’s fort Longfort .
But Ian was confident .

‘The commanders opposed saying it was an absolutely an impossible task, but……’

Roan was as much as Ian, no, more confident than Ian .
Braving the commanders’ opposition, he lent him one thousand soldiers .

‘If it’s Ian, he should achieve it . ’

He didn’t have even a very small doubt .
Roan clenched his teeth .

‘I merely need to achieve my own mission . ’

HIs mission was .

‘Today I cut Simon’s neck . ’

He planned to stop the Mad Monarch’s foul, no, the actions that would turn even fouler if left alone .

Chang!

The Travias Spear, with a clear metallic sound, showed its appearance .
The thousand-man rank and above commanders focused their gazes .
Roan, with a quiet but powerful voice, gave his order .

“Left Wing, Right Wing advance . The center main army maintain position, and……”

The light in his eyes frigidly shined .

“Amaranth follow me . ”

A silence whirled in the camp .
The commanders, soldiers, and the warhorses that were awaiting merely exhaled rough breaths .
They awaited the word that would soon follow .
Finally, Roan raised his spear up high .

“Charge!”

A thunder-like voice .
Simultaneously, numerous commanders shouted aloud in one voice .

“Charge!”

Vvuuuuu! Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum!

The sound of horn and the sound of drums signaling advance noisily rang out .

“Charge! Charge!”

The flag bearers who climbed onto the camp’s watchtowers strongly waved the giant legion flag .
An incredible sound of shout shook the desolate earth .

Dudududududu!

The ground trembled .
Dust clouds arose and scarlet, crimson legion cut through the air .

“You, you maniacs!”

Hexer Michel who tightly stuck onto Simon’s side and was analyzing the situation unconsciously spat out a curse .

‘An all out battle from the start!’

He wasn’t able to predict such development .
He had thought that few small-scale battles would naturally follow few times and then a legion-scale battle would unfold like most battles .

‘They must really be hurried . ’

Michel effortfully made a smile .
He too knew well of what kind of events were happening in the Rinse Kingdom’s South and North .

‘Kukuk . Good, then I’ll make you burn more desperately . ’

There were plenty of hex dolls .
Because they had lost their reasons, they did not fear dying .

‘I just need to rush with numbers and drag on the time . ’

In that time, they would send newly made hex dolls from the Longfort Castle .
Even if it wasn’t that, he could command the hexers that accompanied him and revive the battlefield’s corpses into hex dolls .

‘The time is on our side . ’

Michel thought so .
He, who wasn’t of a warrior background, thought of Roan and the Crimson Legion as laughable .
An incredible losing move .
He was much slower and stupider man than he thought .
Michel bizarrely bent his fingers and formed a small shape .

“All of you send the attack order . ”

A command sent to the hexers scattered within the legion .
Soon, numerous hexers formed the same finger shape as Michel, then whispered unintelligible words .
Suddenly, the hex dolls that were limply splayed sharply trembled their bodies, then raised their heads .
Black lights waved within the foggily sunken eyes .
A sinister smile hanged on Michel’s mouth .

“Attack! Rip the **** apart into pieces! Bit off the flesh, and eat out the hearts!”

The horrendous command finally fell .

“Uuuuuu!”
“Kkuu!”

The hex dolls, together with grotesque sounds, kicked off the ground and moved .

Taat!

The vicious charge of those who threw away reason .
Finally, the Legion of Dark stood up like a swarm of clouds and began to sweep the battlefield .

“Waaaaaah!”
“Kkuuuuuuu!”

The two opposing shouts rode the wind and clashed .
The space between the two camps rapidly disappeared .
The vanguard and the vanguard neared almost as if they would touch if one extended one’s hand .
And .

Kkwaaaaang!

The giant legions collided with a thunderous roar .

“Do not retreat!”
“Charge! Charge!”

Roan and the Amaranth Troop that followed him bounced off the hex dolls with the muscled and hard bodies of the warhorses .

Fwoooosh!

Flames erupted along the Travias Spear .
A crimson flower blossomed on the desolate land .

Ssskuk! Puuuk!

Each time the spearhead slashed the air, many, tens of hex dolls became bisected and fell .
Roan pressed his chest onto the horse’s neck and repeatedly spurred the horse .
Also the same for the Amaranth Troop’s members who followed .
Even after the clash, they did not slow their charging speed .
The line the Crimson Legion and the Legion of Dark meshed together .
The ones breaking away alone from there were only Roan and the Amaranth Troop .
A long and thin rode opened up along the path they raced .
It was a ferocious, and exceedingly powerful charge .

‘We will leave the enemy’s arms and legs to the legion . ’

Roan clenched his teeth .
His gaze was stuck to the front .

‘We aim for the enemy’s heart . ’

The horse’s head greatly shook .
The furious charge kept continuing on without knowing how to stop .

“Tha, tha, tha, that!”

Michel stared at Roan and the Amaranth Troop racing straight for him, no, towards Simon, and stuttered .
Unconsciously and instinctively, he hid his body behind Simon’s back .

“You imbeciles! Stop Roan! Catch Roan I say!”

A bizarre voice pierced through the shouts and echoed .
The hexers who were lined up in the rear quickly gave a new order with ruffled expressions .

“Kkuuuu?”
“Kkuuuu!”

The hex dolls that were surging at the Crimson Legion weirdly moved, then soon raced towards Roan and the Amaranth Troop .
The formation that was loose tightly filled up .
A situation where Roan and the Amaranth Troop could be trapped within the hex dolls if not careful .
It truly was a crisis of instant life or death .
Michel watched that sight and burst out a bizarre laugh .

“Kukuku . You idiotically rushed and that truly turned a comical si……”

But his words could not quite tie its end .
The eyes that were flashing with **** light widely goggled .
An amazing sight spread before his eyes .

Paaaaaat!

With a heavy sound of shattering the air, a black stick penetrated between the hex dolls and appeared .
A scarlet flame was bursting on the spearhead affixed to the stick’s end .

“T, Travias Spear?”

Michel muttered with a half-dazed expression .
At that moment .

Fwoooooosh!

The spearhead’s flame began to spread along the spear handle .
Literally an act that happened in an instant .
Simultaneously, the spear that elongated endlessly long began to shake its body left and right .
The start was minute .
At most just a single finger joint much of movement .
But that soon began to violently move left and right as wide as finger length, hand length, arm length, a body length .

Uung! Uung! Uung!

Pububuk! Pububububuk!

With sounds of wind that struck the ears, the tightly pouncing hex dolls struck the spear and were bounced off .
No, they were swallowed by the flame and burned into a scarlet fire **** .
A giant path of fire opened up following the Travias Spear .

“Kkuaaa!”
“Kku-uh!

The hex dolls fell together with freakish screams .
The formation solidly tightening loosened in an instant .
At that moment .

Spat!

The longly extending Travias Spear shrank in an instant .
The empty space the spear was soon filled with gigantic flames .
That almost looked like a wall made of fire .
It seemed as if none could pass through there .
No, it seemed that no one could even approach .
But at that moment .

Paaaaat!

Piercing through the brightly erupting flame, large and strong warhorse showed up .
The owner of the warhorse, holding the rein and raising a spear of flame, looked down on the battlefield with daring lights in his eyes .
Crimson helmet, crimson armor, crimson mantle .
The scarlet river of flame, no, fire riding the armor and the warhorse’s body and flowing .
An incredible pressure swept the battlefield like a storm .

Gulp .

Michel and the hexers unconsciously gulped dryly .
The man who almost brought to mind a **** of fire .
He was in fact Roan .

“Simon Rinse .

A quiet voice rode the wind and flowed .
But Simon who was already caught in hex did not show any reaction . No, he couldn’t .
No, it seemed as he couldn’t .
Roan’s eyes twinkled with an odd light .
His gaze soon slightly flowed to his side .
The place his gaze touched .
Michel was there .

“Michel . ”
“Hph! H, how do you know of my name……?!”

Michel padded backwards with a whitely bleached face .
They did not know that Roan had the hexers’ memories .
Roan glared at the hexers with a chilling gaze .

“For your offense of kidnapping innocent citizens of the kingdom, controlling their minds without sanction, and turning them into hex dolls……”

A voice colder and more frigid than the light in his eyes .
Killing intent spouted out from his entire body .

“I will cut you bastards’ necks . ”

Instantly, the faces of hexers including Michel bleached blue .
Their breaths were suffocated by the killing intent Roan poured out .

“Y, y, you……”

Michel effortfully clenched his teeth and tightly clenched his fist .

‘This cannot end like this!’

The Ring of Divine Arts was on him .
If only this event were to be resolved well, he could place the Rinse Kingdom below his feet .
The shining future was in front of his nose .
With laboriously a calm expression, he glared at Roan .

“You **** chatter as if you’ve already won . ”

The tip of his voice slightly trembled .
Even though he wished to hid it, Michel was still being afraid .

“Look around . You **** are completely surrounded . ”
The hex dolls mobbed up around Roan like a swarm of bees .
Even so, Roan’s expression was exceedingly calm .
The red light that flowed along his entire body and the small sparks played an odd air .

Gulp .

Michel unknowingly gulped dryly .
A war **** was in front of his eyes .

‘D, don’t get scared . W, we are much more advantageous . ’

He laboriously grasp his disheveling heart .
With a rather powerful voice, Michel shouted .

“I wonder you can even pay me any attention from facing the hex dolls . ”

A haughty expression and manner .
Roan quietly stared at such Michel, than soon burst out a laugh .

“Hahahahaha!”

A hearty laugh that even cooled his chest .
With the Travias Spear, he pointed at MIchel and the Hexers .

“You do not need to worry of that . ”

His eyes flashed and shone a light .

“Because the hex dolls themselves won’t be able to pay any attention to me . ”

At those words, Michel and the hexers tilted their heads .

“Wha, what do you mean of that?”

There was no answer .
Roan merely and faintly made a smile .
Michel who turned frustrated once again opened his mouth .

“Just what are……”

At that very moment .

Paaaaaat!

The river of flame that rode and flowed behind Roan’s back split to the sides .
The crimson wall had once again shattered .
Simultaneously, hundreds of soldiers wearing crimson armors showed up .
Scarlet sparks jumped along the armors and the warhorses .
Above the soldier who stood at the lead, a troop flag fluttered .

< Amaranth Troop . >

Roan’s direct troop and the core of the Lancephil Legion .
The Amaranth Troop had finally pierced through the Legion of Dark and had shown up .
The Amaranth Troop’s soldiers, passing Roan’s sides as if brushing past, massacred the surrounding hex dolls .

“Kkuuuuu!”

The hex dolls’ ill voices fully filled the battlefield .
Michel and the hexers, with dazed expressions, merely blinked their eyes .
Roan was still forming a faint smile .

“Is it not beautiful?”

A casually and lightly thrown question .
Michel, still with a half-dazed expression, asked back .

“Wha, what?”

Roan spun the spearhead around .
Suddenly, the flame that flowed and burned along the spearhead soared even fiercer .
An answer placed with a composed voice .

“The crimson flower that blossomed on the battlefield . ”

Amaranth .
The forever unwithering flower widely blossomed on the battlefield .
Roan lightly tugged his rein .
The warhorse kicked off the ground and pounced towards Michel and Simon .

“It seems we’ve enjoyed the flower plenty enough . Then now……”

The Travias Spear split the air and flew towards Michel .

“Die . ”

The cold voice pierced Michel’s heart before the spearhead .

“Uuk!”

Michel, without being able to even think of dodging, tightly closed his eyes .
He didn’t even think of ordering Simon who was at his side .
He was much more dull and idiotic than he had thought .
At that moment .

Chaang!

Simon, who was staying quiet, pulled out the sword at his waist .
Truly a lightening-like movement .

Kkagang!

The Travias Spear and Simon’s sword clashed and an incredible metallic sound exploded out .

Gggggkk .

The spearhead and the blade meshed and a contest of strength followed .
A taut battle .
A moment late, Michel opened the eyes he had closed .

“Ho, how?”

He stared at Simon who moved on his own without order and formed a shocked expression .
At that moment, on Simon’s face that was frozen expressionless, an odd smile hanged .
The eyes wavering with black light slowly became bigger .
Lips that simultaneously parted slightly .

“Been a while . ”

A thick voice more painful to hear than the sound of metal flowed out .

< Amaranth (19) > End .

Translator : CSV
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