How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 159

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 159

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Mateos prayed, looking out over the city of 200,000 people.

“Oh, light.”

The stigmata on his forehead glowed as if they were burning, and pure white divine power gushed out in streams, rising high into the clouds.

The light was so dark that there were no shadows on the surrounding objects.

“Look at this city.”

Mateos stared at the devastation all around the city with his dark eyes wide open.

Dust and smoke rose from the tunnel, and debris and debris jumped out.

It seemed as if it had already finished preying, with blood spurting from its mouth, hands, feet, and tentacles.

The towers and fortresses that stood here and there were no different.

Inside the fortress, which could hold off an army of 100,000, people died like turtles ripening inside their shells.

Mateos could clearly feel the emotions blooming there.

Great fear, pain and despair, a thin thread of faith and hope.

“This world needs your touch.”

He was already on the verge of exhaustion, having used the Veil of Discrimination within an 11km radius.

But Mateos did not stop praying.

The flesh, which had strength rivaling that of the Sword Master, staggered greatly.

The bridge, which could have broken even a steel stake, trembled.

“Please bring down the hammer to judge them in the heavenly realm! If you cannot do it, then let me do it for you!”

As he continued to pray, his eyes turned to the stairs.

A handful of paladins, priests, and purifiers were blocking the stairs and fighting the powerful devourer.

“Kkieeeeeeeeeeee!”

The eroderma resembles a red lizard with eight long legs.

Its body length was 20m, its tongue stretched out to 8m, and dozens of people were screaming with only the upper body sticking out from the nape of its neck and shoulders.

“Please save me!”

“You guys, come here too! Hahahahaha!”

“Come on in! It’s warm here! Let’s live together!”

They gradually turned red starting from the part that was in contact with the eroder, and when they were completely dyed red, they almost forgot their reason and individuality of facial features.

The knights did not back down even in the face of that terrible sight.

They were filled with the glory of fighting to protect the saint and the city.

“Lord.”

Divine power burned through the armor and sword, and the human body shed its armor and emitted power.

Evil! Saaah!

The Purifiers' javelins flew at full speed, aiming for the six eyes of the Devourer.

The eroder laughed and shook its head slightly, trying to brush the water away with its scales, but the spear, burning with divine power, pierced through the eroder's hard scales like a red-hot poker melting ice.

Pfft pfft!

“Kaaaak!”

Three shots pierced his face, and three pierced his eyes.

A scream of obvious pain was heard, and eight paladins rushed in.

“Aim for the ankle!”

“You can move, but you can’t stop it!”

“The saint is watching us!”

They split into left and right and went down, swinging their swords at the eight legs of the invader.

Oh my! Oh my!

They cut and cut again as they passed by, and went down to the fourth leg.

However, the 20-year-old knight, who had only been ordained for a year, was so nervous and stressed that his hands were frozen and he could not pull out the sword he had thrust in on time.

“Ugh!”

The eroder's three remaining eyes flashed and he swung his bleeding leg as if swatting away a fly.

Phew!

The young knight was struck by the foot of the Encroacher and rolled down the stairs.

The blow shattered his head, broke his bones, and twisted his limbs in strange directions, but he stood up again, feeling the blessing of light running through his entire body.

“Light, please give me the strength to protect your son!”

Eight paladins were exhausted, aiming for eight legs, and the devourer crawled up the stairs, trampling them, and then the priests' prayers were complete.

“Get out of here!”

“This is a palace built on a rock!”

The sacred flames flowed down the spears that were embedded in the devourer, burning its insides, and a shield of light stretched out like a circular force field to block its toothy mouth and long tongue.

As the Purifiers' javelins began to dwindle one by one, the Devourer swung its tail irritably and knocked the Paladins down the stairs.

The old priest burned his last life to create divine power.

“Oh, Light. I… …was here.”

The long tongue that pierced the priest's torso like a spear was engulfed in white flames and burned.

The eroder cut off its own tongue, but the white flame had already flowed into the eroder's mouth.

* * *

Mateos stared at the stairs.

There were red bloodstains here and there on the white stairs.

The paladins, purifiers, and priests were all dead in such a gruesome manner that it was unrecognizable from their previous appearances.

“Kkieeeek… … .”

The eroder that finally crawled up raised its front paw, which was badly bruised but still strong enough to crush a carriage.

Dozens of people burst out from the eroder's neck, reaching out and screaming at the saint.

“Saint!”

“Let’s live together!”

“One, become one!”

Mateos looked up at the sky with deep sadness in his deep eyes.

At that moment, a pillar of light with a diameter of over 5 meters descended from the clouds.

"key-."

The giant eroder was reduced to ash without even a scream.

Saaaaah-!

A thick pillar of light descended from a huge cloud and struck the ground.

The eroders and foreign objects that were hit were burned to the ground without leaving a trace.

The injuries of those touched by the beam of light were healed, erosion was purified, and those who had risen as undead were once again put to rest in tranquility.

Mateos looked at all of this and cried quietly.

'Valencian. Is this why you only use the curtain of distinction inside this palace? So as not to provoke them immediately?'

The saint could not read the Archduke's mind.

The Veil of Discrimination was a truly outstanding technique in that it forced one to reveal their true form.

However, since the most important thing in the Great Evader doctrine was to kill them quickly when they were in human form and could not use mental waves, it was surprisingly not widely used.

… … Even in the largest city, it was not common for there to be over 100 completely mutant level eroders.

'You said the Marquis was an encroacher. If that's the case, then I understand the number. Yes. I should have just ended it quietly. It was my fault. I spread the curtain of discrimination too wide.'

Mateos gritted his teeth as he thought about that.

'It definitely felt right. I definitely heard a voice telling me to do this.'

Tormented by intense guilt.

* * *

I took the black bottle in a dazed mood.

The Marquis of Venice was turning into a cold corpse with each passing moment.

A terrible question lingered in my mind.

Why would he try to stab himself?

He may have committed suicide out of despair that revenge would never be achieved.

My presence meant that Jaylilith was watching this place, and indeed she was.

It could have been for the family.

Unless I fabricated the whole thing, I couldn't accuse Grace's grandchildren of being eroders.

The vassals of House Gremorius will turn the Marquis' grandson into a hero who overcame his personal attachments and stood up to the invader, Venezion, and was imprisoned.

It's possible he didn't intend to commit suicide.

After taking the sword away, he tried to counterattack with a curse, but he could have died in vain under my power.

It could have been an attempt to harass me and Jaylilith until the end.

Venice has not yet been seriously eroded.

After hearing the mental waves that had just burst out in the audience room, I could almost believe that the erosion had only just begun.

Even after the Encroacher dies and the Old One's energy disperses, the priests can still see how powerful the Encroacher was in life.

What if… …Mateos doesn’t actively support me?

It was obvious.

I'm the biggest fu*king son of a bitch in the world who killed a perfectly good Marquis without any justification.

It would be fortunate if no wildfire-like rebellion broke out, let alone an oath of allegiance.

Memories from before the regression come back vividly.

Flags fluttering, armies clashing in the fields, assassins swooping in the night, armored Jaeriths, foreign kings and invaders eyeing the torn empire.

"no."

“You… …! I am as good as you!”

At that moment, Zerpas, who had been rolling on the floor, rushed at me with a strength that was hard to believe for an old man who was dying.

The six-horned mace swung around with a bang, aiming for my temple.

I dodged the blow by swinging my body as hard as I could, pulled out the black sword, cut off Zerpas' arm, and spun around to cut off his neck.

The hammer must have grazed his temple slightly, and hot blood flowed out, soaking his right ear.

"……world."

It was just as the Marquis of Venice said.

Foolishness and greed almost killed me.

I came to attack the future enemy based on my knowledge from before the regression, but I was at a loss as it had not happened yet.

Until now, there was no need to worry about such things.

Even though Tentia Kyung and Sereraji Nuna had drawn in enemies before their return, it was not that they held a deep grudge against Jaylilith.

The Marquis of Venice was different.

He was a traitor who had raised an army at this time before his return.

And I didn't try to kill him because he was a corruptor, I tried to kill him because he was someone I would never swear allegiance to.

Yes. Certainly… …he was a man with the virtues of a lord.

He loved his people and had enterprising ambitions.

But Venice eventually became hostile to Jaylilith.

Then I couldn't call him a good person.

He set fire to Sir Gerpas' body and staggered back down the hallway.

First, I had to meet Mateos.

After receiving testimony that a great amount of ancient energy was felt from the body of the Marquis of Venice, he was forced to intervene in the inheritance of the Marquisate.

Matheos swept not just this palace, but the entire city under a curtain of distinction.

The Erosion Cult is active in the deep tunnels here, but there must be a hundred completely mutated Erosioners crawling out.

I just wish they wouldn't say that the eroders knew so much and tried to hide it.

I hope he doesn't keep saying things like, "I don't feel the aura of the invader" to the Marquis.

* * *

“Archduke Valen. You were right.”

"yes?"

Mateos sighed, covering his stiff face with his large, bony hands.

“I didn’t hear you when you said to cover only the inside of this palace with waves of discrimination. I may not have believed you, who was not a faithful sage. I suspected that you had a plan that took someone’s sacrifice for granted this time too.”

The saint continued speaking as if he were making a confession.

“You said the Marquis was an Encroacher. That’s why you did that, right? Now I understand. The Archduke, who knew the Marquis’ true identity, knew there would be many Encroachers in this city, and he wanted to deal with them as secretly as possible, so he tried to purge only this palace first, right?”

"ah."

“I feel strange right now. I made a mistake and someone died who shouldn’t have died, and even their bereaved family members are thanking me. They say I saved them by performing a miracle of dropping a pillar of light from the clouds. No. If I were a true saint, I should have been able to save them without dropping a pillar of light from the clouds.”

I burst into laughter inside.

It felt like the God of Light had raised his hand for me.

He answered quickly, his face covered with a hundred layers of iron plates.

“No, Your Holiness. You are truly the Son of God.”

My face was so red that it felt hot, but I ignored it.

“Thanks to that, I was able to capture them in one breath. If I had tried to reduce their power little by little like I originally planned, they would have hidden deeper underground.”

I felt something poking my lower abdomen, but I ignored it.

“Are you saying that it was a sacrifice of cattle for the greater good?”

“Yes.”

The oath of loyalty that I can count is great, and my conscience is small.

“… … How could such a merciful being make such a cruel decision?”

“Are you merciful?”

“… … !?”

I continued, clearing my throat.

The saint of today needed an excuse, not a reason.

“My lord, we still don’t know how many people have died. Considering the number of people they would have killed if they had survived another year, today’s deaths are a very small sacrifice.”

“I am the kind of person who cannot tolerate that.”

I felt like someone was grabbing my heart with cold hands, but I ignored it.

“You didn’t mean to do that, did you? You didn’t cut it off because you wanted to. Get up quickly. I need your help.”