ARCHDEUS

FUCKING CONSCRIPTION(7)

Hard military life is indeed able to change someone, even Alex is no exception. The pressure after pressure that he was subjected to from the instructors especially Winson made him have to raise his sword more seriously.

Hahh .. My poor life.

Alex was pensive on the sidelines. This was a time of rest after they did their daily training. The soldiers were broadly trained on two important matters - Martial art and citizenship education. In Martial Art is the art of swordsmanship, archery, spearmanship, and martial arts.

In this barrack, the basic sword art technique was the Art of Golden Scorpio, while for archery was the Art of Wingsters. As for spearmanship and martial arts, the Art of Lake Spear and the Art of Orchidia

It is unfortunate that currently the county has not been able to produce warriors with role magic casters and assassins. The cause is a lack of teaching resources, facilities, and talent. Most people who were talented as magicians would go to the capital. Not to mention after the successful civil witch supremacy movement was upheld across almost the entire continental mainland, it made it even more difficult for counties to print their own local witches.

Civil Witch Supremacy is the movement of witches who want to separate their education from military domination. To put it simply, Babylonian magicians assumed that their role was essentially an academic rather than a military one. So they reject physical education and prefer intellectual education. That's why the four main roles are warrior, ranger, assassin, and magic caster, then the magic caster is the only role learned in the university of magic or theological high school (Special for the prospective priest). While the other three roles can still be educated in the Military Academy or barracks.

Hah .. Suppose I become a witch.

Alex was feeling bad for a few times. He should have no fate or destiny, but his helplessness with his human body made him feel constrained by this thing called fate.

Unfortunately for him again, he was born into a very orthodox family of swordsmen. So his father would be very resistant if any of his descendants came out of the way of the sword and lived as a witch.

"I just want to sleep!"

Alex issued a complaint that he had long been silent about. But since he was sitting in a secluded place, no one heard him.

"Gram!!"

For a moment Alex heard a groaning. Small enough but he could tell the sound was a groan of pain. It was a little far from its place. Alex, curious, stood up and walked closer to the origin of the sound.

♤♤♤

"Fuck up!"

"Suck!"

The punch!!

"Ughhh!!!"

Grain could only grind his teeth. His hands were locked and he was pushed against the wall.

A huge fist landed on his stomach.

Punch!!!

"Ughhhhh!!"

Grain felt tremendous pain. He wanted to hold onto his stomach which was like it had broken this. But the two people holding both hands did not loosen their lock. Grain's body was stretched so that his stomach and chest became the location of a comfortable boxing landing.

"Don't hurt his face."

Grain saw the biggest man here. He was the leader of this gang of bullies.

"Damn!"

Grain could not help but regret his actions. Two weeks ago with a bright smile, he in a good mood went to the neverland group residence to meet a baronet boy. But his expectations of noble children are very different from reality.

He had already imagined someone sitting gracefully and drinking wine through a slender glass. But the noble boy he met was a gangster! His body was large, his skin dark, his face agar, and his language vulgar. Nevertheless he tried to get along with the man, hoping to lick him. But it only lasted less than two weeks, he was unable to get along with these gangsters! Starting from smuggling narcotics into the barracks,**** with the female soldiers, even unplugging out the barracks just to rob the shops in the market. This is clearly crime! Moral Grain cannot accept all this. Unfortunately, he had fallen into this vicious circle, so when he wanted to get away from them, he was instead dragged closer. When he tried to escape, he finally got hit.

"Suckers! Damn animal!!"

Grain tried to scream. He knew he couldn't fight them all. That was why he repeatedly shouted to expect reinforcements. However as he had expected, this place was too far away from the training center. Its location was behind a fairly dilapidated armory. Because this warehouse is an old warehouse and there is a bigger warehouse, so this arsenal only contains rusty weapons and almost no one ever comes to this place.

"Grain, you know too much."

The big man who became the leader of the gangster grinned, he was named Lane. He wondered if it was possible to commit murder. But he immediately shook his head. If there is blood falling it will be very difficult to cover the smell.

Lane is the son of a baronet. His father had earned the title two years ago after becoming a sir knight. However their life patterns did not change too much unless the commoners started bowing to him. From the beginning his family led a small group of ordinary thugs in the city. Although still considered naive, Lane has now learned several ways to cover up his crimes, of course the most effective way is murder. But he also did not commit murder. It must take into account the social status of the victim and environmental conditions.

Grain was socially not someone important so killing him would not cause an uproar but his current location in the barracks, was extremely disadvantageous.

Oldest brother Lane assigns him entry as a rookie soldier in the barracks to gain connection with the senior soldiers. The result is enough. Unfortunately he was still a fifteen-year-old so he sometimes couldn't tell apart friends for business and friends for play. He was wrong to have shown all his business in front of Grain. Now he thought about how to silence this man.

"Hah .. right too, you are from Apartia village right? How are your families, are they healthy?"

Grain immediately shouted in panic.

"Suckers! They have nothing to do with it!"

The leader shrugged his shoulders as if he said it was no problem.

"Well .. depends on how your mouth speaks."

Lane was doubtful about this threat. He once saw his eldest brother silencing people by threatening the safety of the victims' families. But he did not know how the procedure was after that.

Do I have to send a killer there? What's pecking them first? Maybe they should find their home first?

Fortunately, his fierce face did not show the slightest emotion of doubt, causing panic for Grain.

Grain who never knew the life of royalty was in a panic. He had always considered nobles to have superior power in finance and military so even if it was just a baronet, he still felt an overwhelming fear.

He raised his head and made eye contact with this gangster leader.

"I won't tell anyone! Please don't disturb my family."

"Oh, that? Then go towards me with your knees and lick my shoes."

Lane immediately made a sneer.

The two people holding Grain's hands let go of their grasp. Grain fell to his knees. Then with both knees, he walked.right in front of the gangster leader's dirty shoes, he kowtowed and began licking the two shabby shoes.

"Mahaha ...."

the gangsters of five laughed. One of them even spat on Grain's head.

Grain endured all this ridicule and violence. He must ensure the safety of his family.

Booms!

"Gurgh!!"

Grain was startled by a sudden retreat by the gangster chief accompanied by a shout of his anger.

Grain raised his gaze. He saw the man holding his left head covered in blood.

What's up!?

Grain has no idea what's going on. He sees Lane glaring at something beside Grain. So Grain turned his head, he saw someone standing up and what made him shocked was that it was an acquaintance of his.

"A-lex?"

Alex was not originally a person who liked to interfere. However, that did not mean he was shameless enough not to save the person who had helped him. Grain and Riven are the two people who helped him go to the infirmary after he gained discipline from Winson. Although many were skeptical of the gods of Heaven to Sheol when he did something good, but Sheol was an existence that always returned good with good and evil with evil. He admitted that he was not fair compared to the Grand Alive or Almadeus but did not make him forget the virtues he received even from the lowest of creatures.

Alex carried a pile of rocks in his arms. The stones were on average the size of a five to ten year old juvenile fist. He continued to pelt the bad guys with terrible accuracy.

"Argh! Sick, shit!"

"Revelation! Argh!!"

"Damn! Stop ********* that!"

The gangsters were angry and panicked. Their heads were injured by the stone. They are like panic flies trying to protect themselves from the throws of insecticides. However ....

It was just a moment.

Lane, who was the first to be hit, ran forward like a bull. Several loud throws hit his body, but he did not stop as if it was just a cotton throw. Later ....

Punch down!

With all his might, he punched Alex in the lower jaw. Alex's body immediately went up. He then fell down with rocks scattered around him. Alex touched his jaw, made sure it didn't break.

Lane was still standing in front of him. He grabbed Alex by the neck and lifted him up. Alex's body taller than Lane's only makes him warm it up to his shoulders. But Alex did not stand up, his legs swaying limp.

Without delay, Lane punched that smooth face.

Punch down!

All his anger he wreaked with a fist like that stone. It didn't matter if he was in pain from the fight, but the pain he was experiencing was only due to a hunk of stone?! What a disgrace he received.

Punch down!

Every time a loud noise was heard, blood splashed everywhere.

Punch down!

Everyone looked at these two people in astonishment and fear. They for the first time saw how the suppression actually happened.

"Stop!"

Grain shouted sadly. Her tears were flowing more than before.

Punch down!

"Please, stop."

Grain could not help feeling guilty in her. Because of him, his new friend who knew nothing had to experience an incident like this. Because of him, this weak and timid new friend should be a boxing samsak. Because of him, the one who tried to save him had to end miserably.

Punch down!

Grain tried to stand up, but in front of this terror, his legs could only become limp. Every time the loud voice sounded, he closed his eyes in fear. He can't do anything .., he's weak!

Punch down!

Lane keeps punching and doesn't give Alex a chance to retaliate. But the other party did not let out a groan of pain, as much as the attack landed, even though his nose was bleeding, even though his eyes were bruised, even though his cheeks were swollen, even though his teeth were broken, he didn't scream as if he didn't feel anything.

Fucking body!

As for Alex can only complain inwardly about how weak he is now.

This is a historical event. For the first time in the history of the universe, a great god was successfully persecuted by the fist of a 15-year-old human child.