How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 156

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 156

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I took my eyes off the mean-spirited saint and looked at Marquis Gremorius.

“What is going on?”

He looked at her knights and wizards with a bewildered expression as they began to sprout tentacles, horns, and grotesque limbs.

At a glance, it seemed that one in seven or eight people was a predator.

Although he also had his hands hidden under his clothes, he could see his hands moving strangely.

Perhaps the invaders who had provoked his desire for revenge had not sufficiently told him that his subordinates had also become his 'comrades'.

But… … why do I still feel sane?

It should have mutated or melted by now.

“Valentine?”

When I didn't say anything, Sereraji elbowed me in the side.

I traced back my memories from before my regression and looked back at the years that had eroded Marquis Gremorius.

"world!"

The six characters just popped out on their own.

… … There was a minor error in the calculation.

It's true that he made a deal with the Encroachers, but he was still in his right mind.

It was a time when not even a single hand mutated, let alone complete erosion.

It was obvious that Mateos would easily purify his mind and body.

Then I couldn't kill him.

… … I did not come here to drive out the encroachers running rampant in this city and save the city.

He came to kill Venezion and install a new marquis who would support Jaerilis.

If I were to help subdue the invaders here, emphasize the favor I have bestowed upon them, and demand an oath of loyalty, what would be the likelihood that Venice would bend its desire for revenge?

… … That can’t be possible.

He was the second cousin of the two empresses and the greatest supporter of the crown prince faction, and he had four nephews in the top 20 in the line of succession.

His deep love for his family was vivid in my memory.

Sadly, it was a feeling I could understand and empathize with very well.

That's why I said to Tentia and Sereraji.

“It seems that the power of the Marquis of Venice is so strong that even the Curtain of Discrimination cannot fully reveal his true nature. Please protect him. I will have to burn him with the Flame of the Dragon’s Word.”

Indeed, it was a pity.

“Sir Tentia. Stay close behind me. I have to advance while killing the soldiers and knights who don’t know that the Marquis is an encroacher.”

She answered in a manly voice.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Sereraji, sister. Take care of the saint and help him fight the encroachers. We must emphasize that we are not here to fight the entire Marquisate, but to stop the encroachment of individual Venezion.”

Sereraji asked, narrowing her blue and yellow eyes.

“Are you asking me to help the leader of the blind, who has no concern for the power he possesses, who only begs on his knees to use his power, and who is loyal to the witch hunters and inquisitors, the enemies of magicians?”

I drew my sword and answered in the aforementioned voice.

“Yes. You understood exactly. As expected, you’re smart, sister.”

Sereraji glared at the saint with a sharp look in his eyes, then tapped the end of his staff to make the saint stand up.

When Lord Tentia saw the rude attitude, he muttered, 'Oh, my lord.'

I looked at the corridors filled with ravagers and the knights and wizards fighting them.

“This is chaos. This is really crazy.”

Sir Tentia looked back at me.

“Your Majesty. Using vulgar language is not the duty of a knight or a duke.”

“No. Look over there. It’s literally glowing.”

A knight of the eroders was shining brightly with his belly swollen like a fat frog.

Sir Tentia frowned as she saw the light moving.

“Your Majesty, that is not light.”

“I see.”

Hwaaaaah!

The light rose from the stomach to the chest, from the chest to the neck, and from the neck to the cheek, then radiated in a fan shape toward the front.

“Ahhhhh!”

Dozens of heavy infantrymen wearing black iron armor and fighting against the invaders rolled around on the ground.

The light penetrated the armor of the heavy infantry like a divine force or boiling oil, and the elite soldiers were killed in a matter of seconds.

Beside it, a rock-shelled eroder opened its mouth as wide as a carriage, spewing out gray mist.

The wizards tried to disperse the fog by creating winds, but the fog on the ground crawled like slime and hardened the soldiers' bodies.

Kkieeeeeeee!

A denizen burst into a psychic blast.

An ominous purple wave shook the hallway.

Of course, since even the most advanced soldiers here were mana users, none of them were destroyed by a single wave.

However, the soldiers who had been holding out in formation stumbled in large numbers, and the invaders took advantage of the gap and went wild.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Kwaaaaak!”

With each swing of the giant hands and feet, the soldiers turned into fruits that had been squeezed.

I sighed monotonously.

“Sir. We need to exploit that gap and charge in.”

The wide corridor, which was 12 meters high and 15 meters wide, seemed too narrow with the giant eroders running wild.

Sir Tentia answered in a voice that was not at all intimidated.

“Then you weren’t planning on doing it?”

I shook my head and wrapped the yellow mana blade around my sword.

“Beyond that lies the will of His Majesty the Emperor and his immortal glory.”

Sir Tentia and I jumped into the gap where the eroders and the Marquis knights were fighting.

* * *

“Duke Sereraji. Do you know what the Archduke Valencian is thinking?”

“… … Won’t you keep your mouth shut? I smell divine power.”

Sereraji thought for a moment and then answered like that.

If it were normal, no matter how embarrassed the priest was, he wouldn't have said something like that.

But everyone who appeared here was either an enemy or a potential enemy, and the judges and magistrates who could be considered allies had long since passed out.

Matheos smiled faintly as he remembered the wizard with whom he had a noisy argument near the slums that day.

“You’re still the same.”

For a moment, old memories came to mind on his deep and stern face, then subsided, and the saint glared at the squatters who filled the corridors and the high-ranking clergy who were busy taking the marquis and running away.

“I don’t see any knights or wizards. They must have already sent the Marquis fleeing.”

“It’s embarrassing. I didn’t know that the church’s laws had been so terribly corrupted by the world.”

Surprisingly, things went smoothly.

Although they struggled for a moment in the beginning due to confusion, the Marquis' elite soldiers quickly reorganized their ranks, and the invaders were falling one by one.

They were also mutated while not prepared to fight in the first place, and their former comrades regarded it as a betrayal and were enraged.

“Die! Die! Die!”

A sharp, sturdy halberd slashes down a parabolic arc, aiming for the ankles of the invaders.

The axe, which glowed with divine power thanks to the blessing of the 'holy weapon' given by the remaining priests, broke the ankles of the monsters that had accepted the hand of the god and knocked them to the ground.

Then the knight wielding the Mana Blade ran at full speed.

Boooow-!

Having trained in martial arts for decades, they easily dodged the flailing limbs and tentacles of the fallen invader.

Pok, pok, saaaaak!

And then they either stab you in the eye with a long sword or cut your throat and then smash your head.

One of the eroders tried to shout for the sky to leave.

talent-!

!!

!

But the guy just smiled and looked embarrassed.

The Marquis's magicians created a high-level sound-absorbing barrier around the eroder, sealing its mental waves.

As they rained down lightning, fireballs, and wind blades to cut off limbs, the knights inevitably ran.

“It’s kind of passable.”

Sereraji gave the highest evaluation he could give to wizards from outside the ivory tower, and glanced at the sixteen-legged quadrupedal hound running towards the Marquis wizards.

They fired flaming arrows, the knights swung their swords, but in an instant the bodies of the devourers blurred and half melted into thin air.

“!”

The wizard opened his mouth wide, and arrows of fire and swords tore through the air.

“Shock, shock.”

Sereraji muttered softly as she watched the eroder's mouth split open into four pieces.

Flash!

Blue current shot out like a bullet from the staff, and the translucent hound that was hit flew like a mutt gored by a bull and rolled along the corridor floor.

“Karuruk!”

The eroder hound stood up again, scraping the floor with dozens of paws, and Sereraji hit the floor with his staff.

“Stone thorn.”

Thud, thud, thud!

A thorn made of rock and metal, 3 meters long, rose from the corridor floor and pierced the eroder's body.

The eroder tried to turn its body translucent once again.

“Shock, shock.”

Flash!

It was just rolling around on a floor full of thorns.

“… … Thank you.”

The Marquis and Magicians greeted Sereraji with their eyes.

“That’s unexpected.”

Sereraji accepted it with a refreshing smile.

* * *

Saint Matthew saw this and walked outside the corridor.

“Where are you going?”

I heard Sereraji's voice, but I raised one hand and dismissed it.

He swept the entire city with a 'curtain of distinction', prepared to exhaust his divine power.

Duke Valencian had asked that only this volcanic villa be swept away, but he had a feeling that it would not be possible to do so.

Mateos did not take my feelings lightly.

He was a saint, and most of his little sinister remarks were correct.

He stood on the side of an extinct volcano and looked down at the treasure city of Cimmelion.

It was a black city of 200,000 people, with fortresses on every mountain and mines in every valley.

"ha."

Soon, Mateos' deep black eyes filled with deep lament.

Unusually, his sturdy body swayed.

Smoke was rising from at least 100 places.

The terrible aura of the Old Ones was felt in the tunnels, in the fortress, and in the city.

'Archduke Valencian. Could this be this too?'

There was no way he wouldn't conspire with his sister and make an example of one city.

What if he already knew that the Encroachers were active here?

What if they were waiting for them to grow strong enough and start a riot?

The church may burn them all to death, and the emperor may drop a meteorite on them.

Before demanding loyalty from either side, it serves as an example to those who would refuse the demand.

“Lord.”

He made the sign of the cross to regain his composure and began to pray silently.

Mateos, a seminarian who enjoyed serving in the slums, experienced the voluntary erosion of his peers, and became a saint in his twenties.

The place changed the person.

Matheos now understood the perspectives and circumstances of those in power, such as the Archduke, Bishop Hong, and the Emperor.

“My Father, my light.”

But no matter what the circumstances were, it wasn't more important than the person in front of me or saving the person.

“Please hear this son’s prayer.”

All the more so if he can save it.

“I speak on behalf of this land and its people.”

Because he was a saint sent by God to mankind.

“Please send down the hammer of light from the heavenly world.”

Before he knew it, either the inside had been cleaned up or he had seen them leave, the priests began to follow him one by one and pray with him.

“Kaaaah!”

Then Mateos saw an eroder running madly up the volcano.

The fully mutated creature, which looked like a giant red lizard, was so suspicious that even he, a saint, felt wary of it.

While offering this prayer, one could not leave his seat.

The knights and priests resolutely blocked the stairs.

Mateos frowned sternly.

They too were priests who would never hear of any shortcomings, but they did not know if they could defeat that encroacher.

“… … You guys.”

“Saint.”

The old priest, his face covered with wrinkles, bowed his head respectfully.

“I am honored to meet you while I am still alive… ….”

Tears were streaming down the priest's moved face.

Not only the priests, but also the paladins and purifiers shed tears.

The paladin struck his breastplate twice with his clenched fist and shouted.

“Let us fight to the end! The saint is behind us.”

“We will knock on the door of heaven without shame!”

The weapons of the Paladins and Purifiers were filled with divine power, and the Encroacher roared in response.

Mateos prayed and prayed, trying to calm his agitated heart.

Please give me the strength to save them too.