How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 131

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 131

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Valencian jumped up and chanted the spell.

“A sharp, stabbing flame.”

A large, white-bone armored eater reached out from its skull and grabbed his torso with tentacles.

He let the tentacles wrap around his waist, which in return allowed him to angle himself towards the slacker leaning against the wall.

"this-!"

The eroder leaning against the wall let out a cry of indignation, and Valencian fired a flaming spear.

Phew!

The 'Spear of Fire' pierced the devourer's heart and burned brightly.

The white-clad denizen attempted to snap Valencianus's waist with its serpentine tentacles, but he still held the blazing sword, the Mana Blade, in his right hand.

Phew!

Valencian stabbed precisely where the tentacle met the carapace, causing the tentacle to twitch and twitch.

'As expected, the 'mixed' one is weaker.'

As soon as he got down on the floor, he clenched his fist and signaled.

pop!

The 'Spear of Fire' exploded, sending walls, wagons, and eroders flying.

Pieces of flesh were flying everywhere, and the white-shelled eroders looked bewildered.

Valencian said with a sly smile.

“Hmm. Wouldn’t he be in the arms of that old thing you guys are sucking and biting so hard for?”

Ah, the man in white armor gritted his teeth.

“They say that when believers of the Gwangmyeong Church die, they will be embraced by the God of Gwangmyeong. What about you?”

“… … .”

“Well, looking at you now, I don’t think I would want to be held in the arms of an old thing that looks like you.”

“You will regret your words. His wrath will stain this city with blood. You and your twin sister… …!”

“Shut up. I can say whatever I want to you, and you can’t. I’m part of the Emperor’s family, and you’re part of the dog’s family, you son of a bitch.”

Valencian's sword aimed at the mutated maw of the Old One.

The eroder blocked the blow with his right arm as if it was nothing, but he was a swordsman renowned for his delicate touch.

He aimed precisely at the gap between the lower forearm and the upper extensor, and thrust his sword without even grazing the hard shell.

Swish!

The sword that had pierced his forearm then rose straight towards the eroder's mouth.

He closed his jaw in confusion, and the mana blade went in, cutting through his teeth.

That scream became the signal for the remaining 'three' to mutate.

Sizzle!

The robe of the right-hand eroder, who had been just watching, swelled and tore.

He was transformed into a emaciated giant, four meters tall, with four arms, his whole body black and dried like a mummy, looking like burnt bones.

Six purple eyes glowed, and a triangular pyramid and a wide hat grew from the same material as the body above and to the side of its head.

It was like wearing a wizard's hat.

He floated up to two meters in the air and raised his skinny hand.

A purple beam of light flashed, and Valencian was pushed and rolled on the floor.

'Destructionist? Damn it. He's a third-rate wizard. The church is right. They should've caught them all and burned them.'

The coachman got out of the carriage and transformed into a giant green horse.

It would have been even more like a horse if it hadn't had four horns growing from its head, spitting fire from its mouth, and dozens of pairs of legs on its body that stretched over 10 meters like a giant civet.

And finally, a head and a hand crawled out from between the pieces of flesh that had burst from the 'spear of fire'.

* * *

The wrist section became attached to the neck, and the head and hands gradually swelled.

Valencian looked at the monster before him with a sigh.

“If I had known this would happen, I should have cut off his head… … If I had, would he have changed right away?”

The eroder that shook his hand mutated into something like a giant squid mixed with a flower and an aphid.

Its five huge legs resembled those of a crab, and its oval head, which was 20 meters high, looked like a mixture of an egg and a flower, with faint facial features remaining.

It commanded and also declared in a terrible voice.

Even Valencian felt a headache from the enormous erosive energy in that speech.

“Geseres, Phyllis. Kill the traitors. Mandrion. Kill Valencian. I will kill the church bastards. This damned city will fall today… …!”

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, a white flame shot up, illuminating the darkness of the area.

Cheeeeek!

Just by their presence, smoke rose from the bodies of the invaders.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

A manly, deep-set face, pitch-black hair and eyes, and a flowing black robe with ornate embroidery.

The Son of God appeared in a deserted street, surrounded by a halo like sunlight.

“Archduke Valencian. Am I too late?”

“My lord, you have come just in time. Be careful. They are as strong as they are ugly.”

Valencian stood up unsteadily and saluted, and Matheos smiled and blessed him.

“May the gaze of light touch your sword.”

A soft white light was cast over the 'Heukru'.

“You stand back now. I and the paladins will handle them.”

Paladins, emitting white divine power, appeared in every alley.

The warrior priests on the rooftop recited the Lord's Prayer and set up a sacred curtain to block the eroding energy from spreading out.

This was essential to prevent the enemy from increasing by a thousand with a single mental wave.

“If I run away and leave you, my lord, I will be laughed at forever.”

Valencianus answered, thinking about what Tentia would have said.

'Matheus will burn them all. Then he won't be able to keep his promise to give Cererazy a corpse for research.'

His true intentions are kept hidden,

Mateos looked at him like that and thought.

'It's good to have a righteous anger towards the invaders, but this time I think you're thinking of something else.'

The already inhuman golden eyes were now slit vertically, and his left hand was covered in scales.

Even in that chaotic atmosphere, his shiny white uniform that was not torn made him look even more out of place, and his cheerful smile and blond hair that was slicked back did not go well with this deserted market.

'Incomprehensible and unpredictable.'

Valencianus's blazing anger was because the name of Jerilis was mentioned by the Encroacher, his uniform was not torn because of the liquid metal armor 'Aquateg', and his cheerful laughter was a well-thought-out gesture of goodwill.

But the gears did not mesh properly.

Valencian also held his sword and thought.

'He showed up a little later than scheduled and gave his blessing right away. Some kind of discipline thing? I don't think it was Matheos' idea, but it must be that old Argos. He's trying to make it look like the church has done the imperial family a favor.'

Mateos appeared with dozens of paladins and blocked the encroachers.

The sight of him wearing gorgeous attire and radiating divine power was so intimidating that it made me want to kneel down.

It looked like they were surrounded from the front and back, while facing Valencianus.

'You're not going to push them all towards me, are you? Are you planning to use the help of the invaders to get rid of me, who could become a variable in the future? You need to come to your senses. It's time for him to start thinking of himself as a saint, not just as an individual.'

The reason he showed up a little late was because of the evacuation of residents, and the reason he gave his blessing right away was because he felt sorry.

The reason the encirclement was not circular as originally planned but semicircular was because they failed to take into account that the wagons carrying real flour would block the alleys.

"grandee."

“Saint.”

But the two had a common enemy, and they knew the fight was urgent.

The saint and the archduke charged at the invaders, emitting white and red flames.

* * *

Phyllis, the coachman who had transformed into a green horse like a fox, chased after the Red Mask, stamping the ground with her dozens of legs.

Above him, floating above him, was a skinny, four-armed wizard named Geseles, firing spells.

If the sword user, the leader of the group, hadn't worn the red mask, he would have been caught a hundred times already.

"ah."

The running action leader stopped.

A high wall rose before my eyes.

“Now, there is no way to escape.”

Phyllis said with a green lip.

Although his pronunciation was a bit muffled due to the change in his oral structure, it was understandable.

“Traitors are burned at the stake. I never trusted you in the first place, working in the red-light district.”

The red mask came down from the captain's back and he stood with his back against the wall.

She looked up at the sky with large clouds passing overhead and smiled.

“You’ve lost your mind.”

Geceres, the skinny, four-armed wizard, laughed.

“Yeah. I lost my mind.”

"huh?"

“I can’t gamble like this.”

The breathy voice of the red mask regained its sophistication.

She risked her life several times for Valencian and the information he provided.

She risked her neck to advise her boss, and as a result, she reduced the damage to the casino and won his trust.

He betrayed his former boss at the most critical moment.

The boss, who was called "elder" by all the red-light district managers, became a headless ghost at the hands of the Black Iron Knights.

“But I always won.”

A yellow light flashed within the clouds.

A rumbling sound was heard.

I felt a flow of mana so massive that I thought it was an illusion.

The moment Geseles looked up at the sky.

“Designated lightning.”

A voice excited with excitement was heard.

Geseles turned his creaking head and looked at the owner of the voice with his six eyes.

A sorcerer with a cold expression stood on the wall.

Her long blue hair fluttered in the night breeze, and her blue and yellow gold and silver yoyo gave off a mysterious and distant impression.

She was wearing a blue cone-shaped hat and robe, and was holding a cane with a yellow jewel set into it.

She was a woman of strength and mystery, the very image of the magician he had longed for throughout his life.

Geseles stretched out his four hands and tried to touch Sereraji.

Flash!

A yellow lightning bolt fell on the head that looked like a cone-shaped hat, drawing a trajectory like a tree branch.

Gesseres, who had been floating 2 meters in the air, fell to the ground like a rotten tree.

Sereraji chanted an earth magic spell to allow the red mask to emerge through the wall, while simultaneously pulling out dozens of thorns from the ground to crush Gereses' gaunt body.

“These cowards!”

The green raccoon horse Phyllis trotted about, spitting fire from her trumpet-like snout.

“You don’t deserve to say those words!”

Tentia jumped through the gap between the enemy mask and the action captain and charged.

Even in the darkness, the platinum armor shone brightly, and the red cloak and helmet ribbons fluttered majestically.

“This is the last name you will hear, so remember it. My name is Tentia, a knight of His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian.”

She shouted proudly, and Phyllis snorted and prepared the fire.

“Your Highness has already been chewed up by our priest!”

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The trumpet-like snout spit out fire.

“Then he will come out by tearing his stomach skin.”

Tentia ran out, lightly dousing the flames.

"uh?!"

Her armor was engraved with a heat-resistant magic circle that could only be used by those at the level of a great wizard, and her cloak was also engraved with a heat-resistant magic circle that could only be used by those at the level of a great wizard, and she was also a knight who was beginning to step into the realm of invincibility.

Clad in full plate armor, Tentia was able to cut down Valencian before his body was consumed by the flames of the dragon's tongue.

Tentia opened her red eyes wide and concentrated.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 4, Zariita.

An awakening device that can withstand heavy loads and exert enormous power.

Mana resonated and swelled within her body.

The mana blade glowing red like blood was attached to the sword called Hwahan, the Burning Ice.

It was the sword of the North that Valencian gave.

'I'll take that bastard's neck.'

Phyllis raised her body in confusion and tried to bring down her two pairs of front paws.

“I got it.”

Taaang! Taaang! Taaang! Taaang!

At that moment, the four hind legs that were gaining strength snapped as if they had burst.

The horse's body, like a raccoon that lost its balance, collapsed forward.

“Go back to hell!”

Tentia swung her sword with all her might, using one foot as an axis.

The sword rose diagonally, slicing off Phyllis' neck and torso.

The green head fell to the floor.