Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Without the Lord, the Imperial Palace Ebony Circle continued to be a symbol of the imperial capital Verga.

But now everything but the Lord was about to be lost.

"This is..."

"That's terrible, this is"

It was a desperate and blasphemous sight that Yut and the others, who reached the Imperial capital Verga on Moment (Teleport), saw.

Speaking of Larsia's smile attracting enough, can you understand the extent of it?

Because the Ebony Circle you see in the distance was collapsing...... not that.

It is also important, but the eyes of the Yuts were directed at the streets of the sprawling imperial capital before them.

Blood tragedy.

If you dare to put it into words, you will.

Even though it was still early in the evening, the Empire was stained bright red.

No, it's more appropriate to describe it as dyed. The city, sunk in a sea of blood, Valtrude is enough to take the word away from Larsia as well.

Unexpectedly, the wind blew.

It becomes a literal blood wind, carrying a blood odor similar to rust to the yuts above.

Even Vainamarinen, who should be used to bloody things, frowned uncomfortably.

But that's not all.

The fact that it stinks of blood means that some flesh was delivering it.

Stacks like a mountain, meat, meat, meat.

That is, people - what was life.

No humans, no goblins, no elves, no ogres, no dwarves, no dark elves.

Men and women.

Old and young.

It exposes the streets to debris, without distinction of any kind.

A city where people have walked wide and lived everyday, albeit in the Verga Empire.

Now, a corpse occupied it.

Those who were gathered in the square were cut off on the spot.

Those who ran and fled the streets became two straight lengthwise from behind.

Whoever was in the building was torn apart from each other.

Lost lives, even tens of thousands, will still not be enough. If I do poorly, I might have to raise one digit.

So many lives, so many lives, so many intentions trampled.

Just because that was life with an evil phase doesn't diminish the impact.

I'm not feeling angry because that's just the pathetic, good slaves that got involved.

I just feel angry and awed at the crime.

What can be said is that it has not been damaged by darkness and has been completely let to despair with a single machete? In the long run, I can see that there would have been less pain.

That was really, only a minimal salvation.

The world calls it the Mountain Blood River.

The corpses pile up like mountains, and the flowing blood becomes rivers.

That was spreading in front of me.

"At least that my soul doesn't fall asleep in peace"

"Lord of peace after death, have mercy on them if you will."

Holy Virgin of Helenonia and beloved daughter of Truss-Sink. Valtrude and Arcia offer prayers.

That sincere thought must reach God.

I wanted that to happen, and Yut couldn't help wishing either.

But at the same time, we have to deal with reality.

Should I say surprisingly or still?

The first girl to recover was the Albino girl.

"... bake?

"No...... I'm sorry, but let me put you behind me."

Tall stretches don't change your mind.

While saved by it, Yut shook his head and denied it.

It's a massacre of this scale.

Disposal of the body becomes a major problem.

Jonah's right, it's also her hands that burn it. If it's a flame created by psychic power, it must leave no bones.

So Yut stopped it for another reason.

I didn't want you to use your powers and time for the extra (...).

"So, where's Ray Cruz?

I don't care how.

I don't even talk about the question as to why they didn't escape, but left it behind.

Exile, who has been silent for a long time, raises the biggest problem.

Yes, to the imperial capital Verga and to the Imperial Palace Ebony Circle. No, there are no signs of life anywhere.

Teng himself, who caused all this massacre, was not there.

This is all the death I've ever produced. Or maybe he reached his goal and already fled.

It would be possible to think so, but none of those on this occasion believed in such optimism alone.

"Well, it hasn't been decided yet what Ray Cruz did..."

"Someone else besides Ray would do this, which is not a good idea."

"Mr. Jii...... For once, I'm doing it with care."

"It's useless!

Vainamarinen laughs off lavishly.

I guess I was ready. I couldn't feel how I was being forced.

Still, I guess there are some things to think about, but any further consideration would, on the contrary, hurt Vainamarinen.

Yut, who so decides, speaks his own thoughts.

"Well, I can guess"

Cutting his gaze from the tragedy of the imperial capital, Yut took a deep breath.

I breathed in the hard air to say fresh and gave a subtle look, but I don't mind continuing the conversation.

Perhaps that wasn't enough.

If you kill one, you're a criminal, but if you kill a million, you'll be a hero.

Exactly not that far, but killing enough to restore death to number.

Nevertheless, I guess it's still not enough, says Yut.

"I see. So did you mobilize kings of all races? Then it was a shame before this army came in."

"Survival or luck in misfortune... Well, that part was good. Don't be a looker."

"What do you mean?

Interrupt into the understandable Yut and Vainamarinen, Larsia asks for an explanation.

"It's easy. Any of the troops headed to the Imperial City. There's Ray Cruz. Plus, to prune lives..."

Better than the original, I guess I was going to explain.

Yut told her like it was nothing.

The dazzling Dusk Sickle (Das Creeper) is a treasure (artifact) created by deceiving God who once had a Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil).

Naturally, it is a powerful magic weapon in itself, and by pruning and storing numerous lives, it is assumed that you can be imprisoned in a prison made by the gods and unleash the spiral of despair.

However, for the nothingness book, the miscalculation was that there was actually too much life needed by the crashing twilight sickle that could have been raised.

This is also said to be a return of God's interest made to cooperate in the making, but it is not certain.

Nevertheless, it does not change that it is an important instrument for the Book of Nothingness.

It can be made - for them - to produce a hero, the plan to create an artificial brave man (champion) was also executed, but in the end, it ends in failure.

And whenever, after some battle with the forces of goodness, the great sickle of the rampant twilight was lost from the Book of Nothingness.

For this reason, he shifted to rituals using monoliths and plans to sacrifice the evil fiery Spirit Prince with a sandalwood fanatical jewel (Ebony Orb) as his nucleus.

Their petition was about to be fulfilled now that the lost treasure had passed into the hands of Ray Cruz - "The Book of Nothingness" has perished.

"Gah, gah, gah, gah"

"Right. Die."

Green skinned, ugly dwarf.

An evil subhuman goblin, born with an evil phase.

It doesn't make sense to Ray Cruz, though they are terrorized and summoned in a racist language.

He wields the twilight sickle, which runs wild as mowing grass, and reaps his life again.

Plains closer to the imperial capital Verga.

The army of the Goblin King Cardod, who tried to follow the convocation.

Stepping down in the middle of it, Ray Cruz was once again causing a bloody tragedy.

Behind Ray Cruz and beneath his feet, the bodies are scattered.

The body of Goblin King Cardod, who has been the first to try to protect his subordination, is buried in other bodies and cannot be identified.

"Gaggggggggggggggggggggg"

And also, step over the new body. Ray Cruz goes ahead.

Oddly enough, the goblins didn't try to escape.

I don't even come sifting through barbaric courage.

Driven by fear to the bar, all you can do is scream.

In turn, it was pruned by Ray Cruz's hand, and each time, a clear hemispherical mass was sucked into the twilight sickle running wild.

How much would I have done that already?

No, I haven't counted numbers or anything from the start.

Because we're just doing the work that remains to be done for the sake of sad accomplishment. A hassle, but a simple job compared to previous struggles.

Extend the flow work that you can do even with your eyes closed......

But that came to an end, too.

"It fits..."

Looking back in the direction of the imperial capital Verga, Ray Cruz singles out.

At that moment, the goblins, suddenly regaining their physical freedom, escaped from the very beginning, rather than disturbing their calculations.

Ray Cruz doesn't give it a shot.

In total disregard, he raised the great sickle of a rampant dusk united with a life-sweeping.

"It is in the prison of God, the carrier of nothingness. A ruler of eternity. He who visits from outside reason and restores his existence. I'm rare here. Breaking down the prison and giving all equally doom!

When you utter a defined euphemism (test word), the great sickle of the rushing twilight emits a dark light.

Successful.

Despite this, Ray Cruz puts on his face.

"That's it!

It was just then that the Yuts arrived.

That's, like, a reproduction someday.

Beautiful Cathedral Knight (Paladin) comes down from heaven, hardened in magical silver (Mithral) sheet metal armor (Plate Mail).

In the hand, the Horse Sword (White Knight).

The greatest masterpiece at the hands of man, even craved by God.

Swing it down vigorously and try not to interrupt Ray Cruz's assault.

"Long time no see, Valtrude Istas"

"It's not just me, Ray Cruz"

Longsword (Longsword) and Sickle Size approaching.

Valtrude tries to cut off the Great Sickle with all his might while floating in the universe, and Ray Cruz is desperate.

Mutual.

It was mutual.

In Li Kutua, despite letting the momentum destroy the life-sweep.

"Since when have you changed your mind to a sickle?"

"Just a few hours ago? Or maybe a year ago."

Bullshit.

The Cathedral Knight throws up and puts more effort into the Heavenly Mounted Sword -.

Next to its brilliant appearance, a single light pierced it.

"Shake your own story, isn't that bad bullshit or something?

No, what I saw as light was a single arrow.

It was too fast and sharp to recognize it as an arrow.

That meant it was recognizable, which meant it was piercing the target.

"I see. Sure, I don't seem to be alone"

An arrow deviating from the steep point - the heart - is standing on his left arm.

Ray Cruz swung the Great Sickle wide to distance himself from Valtrude and pulled it out.

Valtrude, too, does not dare to poke that gap and finally gets off to the ground.

But the gaze observes the dark sickle listed by Ray Cruz without alarm.

"Ray, you fell to the point where you fell."

Between Valtrude and Ray Cruz, Vainamarinen also stepped down. It was the presence of the Great Sage that Valtrude refrained from pursuing.

Alcia to Exile, who went on and down to the plains. And I'll leave Jonah to Vainamarinen first, too.

Did you feel the air?

Ray Cruz smiles softly and exchanges words with old friends.

"Well, now you know where it is."

"I just thought you'd prioritize where the numbers are high."

"I see. No man understands better than I do."

The swordsman in black laughed again when he said so.

The look on Vainamarinen's face is invisible from the Yuts.

"The Eldricks are leaving a message."

"Ray......"

"I'm not even going to tell you to laugh, but should I stop the hard face? It's my day and Suigil's."

Travel, yes, travel.

There is no other word worthy of it.

Ray Cruz laughs again.

"I'll take care of the rest."

That was the smile of a best friend that Vainamarinen knew well.

"Come! Spiral of despair. To fulfill my wish!

I have no relationship or interest, such as the doom of the world.

It's just a tool, like a spiral of despair.

With that thought in mind, Ray Cruz could roar.

And the world was engulfed in darkness.