How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 165

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 165

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About 300 km from the capital Soletaraon, on a rocky mountain, there was an abandoned monastery.

It was a monastery that no one went near because of rumors that banshees and wraiths appeared at night.

Gangsters and mercenaries tried to come and act as lords of the castle, but none of them returned.

In the deep prayer room there, an unholy banquet was being held again today.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Please save me.”

"brother!"

One by one, people who had been struggling in the steel cage went up to the altar.

People with their limbs tied up died while watching their hearts being ripped out.

The hearts went to their god, and the bodies went to the thirty or so seekers of the eroded church.

The monks sitting at the long table looked not much different from mendicant monks.

He wore a loose black robe, tied around his waist with a rope, with a high hood like a chef's hat and a flat crown.

“Hmm. The quality is very good.”

“I’m sure he’ll be satisfied too.”

“Next time, we’ll prepare for younger children.”

“Haha. As expected, you are a priest.”

The room was not too dark thanks to the hundreds and thousands of silver candlesticks.

But the inside of the robes of the eroders was not visible.

This was because a thick darkness that seemed like it would never disperse had settled on the face.

As they grabbed the red chunk of meat with both hands and tore at it, occasionally a long, red tongue split into three parts would pop out from the darkness and scatter the meat.

By the time they finished their supper, the hearts on the altar were as dried and twisted as if they had been there hundreds of years ago.

The seekers were delighted that God had accepted their offering and prepared for union.

The original consciousness of unity is achieved through the erosion of the body in reality.

But instead of prostrating themselves before the altar, they filled their pipes with tobacco made from the dried and crushed leaves of a hallucinogenic plant with red spots.

Since they were seekers who had to hide within society and gather people, they could not devote their bodies completely, and their rituals were only performed in the dream world.

Thick smoke rose, and a nightmarish, gigantic entity appeared before their eyes.

A black goat with millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of tentacles was floating in the middle of the night sky.

Each tentacle was slick with black mucus, which fell like rain and covered the seekers.

Swaaaaaaahh …

The seekers covered in black mucus woke up from their dreams one by one.

It seemed like I had just inhaled a cigarette, but already the eastern sky was brightening.

After praising the grace of the old god in silence for a while, they began to speak without anyone knowing who would be the first.

“The great lords will gather in the capital.”

“It is both a crisis and an opportunity. There is no one more defenseless than a lord who leaves his castle, or a king who leaves his kingdom.”

“That’s right. We should gather the believers and launch a fierce attack at this opportunity.”

“There are many believers under me who have completely accepted their grace. I will take them and make them work.”

There was talk of launching a direct attack.

The priest who had been praised for bringing good sacrifices then opened his mouth cautiously.

“Attacks from outside will only bring them together. We must divide them from within and destroy them together.”

“It won’t be easy. Several children in the capital have died.”

“There are believers who voluntarily seek the truth and connect, but it is not a situation in which it can function as an organization.”

“That’s where two of those yellow-eyed monsters are holding out.”

Given the magnitude of the voice he held, such opposition was unusual.

But the priest who brought the offering did not back down.

“I have a child I raised. Would you like to meet him?”

A boy came into the room.

He was wearing a gray robe, and his eyes were cold and set in a cold glare.

The boy felt no sign of erosion.

The inside of the robes of the priests who had expressed dissenting opinions rippled greatly.

“Surely that kid could even pierce through those yellow-eyed monsters.”

“Yes. If you can cause chaos without showing up, then do it.”

“Child, you go.”

One priest even stood up from his seat and stroked the boy's white hair.

That moment.

bang!

A thunderous noise shook the sky.

Stone, wood, and bricks came crashing down, and holes were ripped through the ceiling of the monastery.

“What is going on?”

A scream erupted from the thick dust.

Wheaaa …

A spear was thrust through the hole into the floor.

Crackle, crackle!

And in the next moment, a blue lightning bolt shot out in a ring-shaped ripple.

The priests in black robes hastily flew away, but the blue lightning covered them like a wave.

Chijichijijik!

“Ugh!”

"shit!"

The erosion priests rolled on the floor.

They cultivated hell within their brains, but with human bodies, they could not easily escape the shock of electric shock.

They spotted the attackers through a hole in the ceiling.

The dawn sky was decorated with scaly monsters with huge wings.

“The Blue Knights!”

* * *

It was still dark dawn.

However, the knights and battle magicians of the Silver Knights flying hundreds of meters above the ground saw the sun rising in the eastern sky.

“The priests have been subdued! Now, we begin the mop-up operation.”

“Complete Erosion-level believers are thirty, Partial Erosion-level believers are fifty! Warlocks, prepare area spells!”

“Two drops, two bombings, then we’re in. Let’s go!”

The knights of the Blue Knights pulled the reins.

Wyverns with wingspans of 20 meters and body lengths of 15 meters howled, demanding that the sky depart.

“Kaaaah!”

Thirty wyverns formed a V-shaped formation and dived toward the ground.

The believers of the erosion shared a look as they watched the sight.

“Coming.”

“Our God.”

“Give me the power to punish those wicked people.”

A hideous mass of flesh swelled and revealed a total of 80 eroders.

A six-eyed giant standing 11 meters tall, a tree-human spirit sorcerer holding a corrupted spirit, a human with three crocodile heads, a bone nun covered in black feathers, a giant snake with two long legs… … .

They were monsters that could be dealt with by an army of thousands, but the silver knights riding wyverns continued their descent without moving an inch.

It's not that they don't feel fear, it's that they know how to turn fear into strength.

'now.'

The knights bared their teeth at the invaders.

"ha!"

He picked up the javelin-shaped magical tool that was stuck on his saddle and fired it with all his might.

As the speed of the diving wyvern was combined with the strength of the knights, the javelins flew in like a flash, piercing the sturdy bodies of the encroachers.

Bam! Bam!

Of course, among the 80 or so eroders, there was not one that could be taken down by a single spear throw.

“Krrrrrr!”

“Kkieeeeee!”

Cheeeeek!

Instead, it simply counterattacked by sending out mental waves, extending its tentacles, and spraying venom.

However, if the spear was a magical tool designed by the best magicians of the Imperial Magic Workshop, it would be a different story.

Kwaaaaang!

The magic that announced the beginning was Finelcia's 'Flame Wave'.

This magical tool, which creates a wall of fire that is 5 meters high and spreads out over a radius of 100 meters, has been loved for the longest time in the history of magical tools for war.

The engulfed corpses rolled on the floor, screaming in agony.

Phage, phage, phage!

The magic that followed was Sereraji's 'Lightning Wave'.

In the history of lightning magic, there has never been a spell that attacks this wide an area with this level of efficiency, and never has such a spell been mass-produced as a magical tool.

A blue lightning strike swept across a hemisphere with a radius of 75 meters.

Dozens of eroders rolled across the floor again, their nature to dig into armor and shells added to the effect.

Boom! Kookung! Kookugugung!

The monastery, which was thirty feet from that magical tool, was reduced to ruins in an instant.

Trees snapped, bushes burned, and stones and timber flew across the sky.

Even the fully mutated level eroders that could take on an army alone could only roll on the ground and scream.

Instead of rushing at them, the wyverns that had dived suddenly spread their wings and took off about 50 meters above the ground, taking in the wind.

“It’s coming up.”

“We’ll be reaching the safe zone soon.”

“Let’s get ready.”

As the Silver Knights took to the skies again, ten Warlocks prepared their magic from above.

“Fire.”

“Gather together and explode.”

“Swell endlessly.”

'Fireball' wasn't a great spell that the Imperial Warlocks had to invest in water, spells, and reagents to create.

But it would be a different story if that fireball was literally the size of a house.

Kugugugugugugugu!

The survivors of the first bombing saw the sun, which had just brightened the eastern sky, seem to be descending upon them.

The fireball that fell directly in the center of the monastery completely engulfed the inner walls of the monastery and even blew away the outer walls of the monastery.

The Blue Knights did the same thing once more before setting foot on the ground.

Each of these bombings cost hundreds of gold pieces, but when dealing with the Encroachers, it was better to have too much than too little.

As if to prove the point, even when all the trees were burning and the rocks were melting and giving off steam, there were survivors.

It was an eight-armed eroder covered in a crystal shell.

The one who ran towards the invader was an archduke with platinum hair and vertically slit golden eyes.

“I will go.”

The eroder raised his crystal arm and struck the ground, but Valencian instead thrust his golden mana bladed longsword into its wrist.

The eroder's crystal carapace was as hard as iron, but Valencian's sword delicately dug into the gaps between the carapace and the shell.

Saaaaak!

The black circle was drawn by the black rooster, and a wrist as thick as a person's torso was cut off.

The next moment, five identical hands, surrounded by a blue light, fell upon Valencian's head.

The shockwave alone was powerful enough to crush several people.

But the Archduke, not wearing armor, but a white uniform, entered the embrace of the Encroacher.

“You are truly brave!”

It was because of the knight who followed closely behind.

Tentia waved the red ribbon on her helmet and swung her sword, which was adorned with a red mana blade.

It was a disaster that combined great power and honed skills.

Card dunk!

Hwa-han cut down the eroder's crystal shell, shattering it like ice.

A clean upward slash cut off three arms in one breath, and Tentia twisted her wrist and slashed down with her sword.

Crunch!

One of the arms hanging on the tip of the sword was cut off as if it had been caught in the hammer.

Valencian laughed and dodged the eroder's hand.

“How small and unsightly!”

He mixed the flame of the dragon's words with the mana blade and forged it.

“May the Light purify even your evil soul with its sacred fire!”

A black worm, glowing orange like the sun, dug into the eroder's crown.

“I just enjoy splitting your heads apart!”

Cheeeeek-.

The crystal carapace melted away with the steam, and the last fully mutated eroder fell to his knees on the ground.

* * *

The knights of the Blue Knights searched the abandoned monastery that had been reduced to rubble.

Even to Tentia, it looked like a ruin where not even a single ant could survive, but the Qing knights and warlocks surprisingly found four surviving erosion priests.

They knew from their long experience and from the lessons they had learned during their early days that no amount of questioning would work on them.

Once you become a priest, even mental magic or drugs to induce confession are no longer effective.

So all the eroded priests were beheaded and cremated on the spot.

In Sereraji, I spoke with the commander of the Cheongun Knights a little way away from the fire pit.

“The power looks fine to me, but how is the grip?”

“Yes. I am very satisfied with the power. However, since we are wearing gauntlets and holding the spear, I felt that the wooden handle was a bit slippery.”

“Can I just tell the workshop to finish it with coarse sandpaper?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Then I think the best magical tool will be born.”

She checked how my magic tool was being used, and smiled with satisfaction, her eyes sparkling with different colors.

The knights and warlocks recognized her genius and gave her the treatment she deserved.

“Little brother. How about you be a little more polite to me?”

She spoke to Valencian, who had come near her.

Valencian smiled faintly and shook his head.

“Advisor, patrolman, chief of police, and even an Ivory Tower diplomat. I have four positions, but you have two: a master of the workshop and an Ivory Tower diplomat. You should be polite to me.”

“Hmm. I don’t know about politeness, but judging by your complexion, I think you need to be a little more friendly. Why do you look like a sick genius… … Really, what’s wrong? Is it a side effect of ‘eternal life’?”

Sereraji's face hardened.

Valencian smiled silently.