How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 170

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 170

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The green invader burst into a mental wave under the dawning sky, calling out to the sky to leave.

“Kkiiiiiiiiiii-!”

The thugs and construction guild members nearby all fell to the ground, blood gushing from their ears, noses, and mouths, and staggered to their feet with their eyes blackened.

Valencianus ran out with Tentia, spewing out a torrent of words too numerous to write.

After hearing those few words, Hadritan's face turned pale.

“Valencianus! I will bring the knights instead of the laborers!”

Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses and did what he had to do.

Hadritan was not a great swordsman or magician.

But he was an administrator who dealt with organizations and people, and he was a living, breathing example of a self-interested person.

“Evacuate Zone 3! Let the fire spread for now.”

“Call Angelus and the Paladins from Area 1 and deploy them!”

“You. Run to the cathedral right now and wake up the high priests, no, all the high priests, and bring them to me. There is no time to waste.”

“Extract all low-level mana users from the security guards and control the surrounding personnel. Search the surrounding area for mana users. There may be comrades there. If you find them, do not engage and call the paladin.”

“Sir Tentia! Before you charge in, sign one thing and go. First, I need to send someone to the Platinum Knights, and I need proof that you requested it. Do you know how dangerous it is to call in knights who are eating?”

Hadritan quickly took control of the surrounding area, and fortunately, no more than thirty people were affected by the mental contamination and began to erode.

Valencianus surrounded the Black Tower with flames of dragon language and mana blades.

Yellow and red mixed to become orange, burning hot and fiercely and swaying.

He still hadn't forgotten the fight with Knight Commander Zerpas some time ago.

If Gerpas had not been so shocked by the sight of the saint, he might have been struck down by the hammer and killed that day.

As I was thinking about how to practice swordsmanship and dragon language together, this came about naturally.

“Keeeeeek!”

“Kill him!”

“Let’s become one!”

“Follow the green-haired god!”

A 4m tall green tentacle-headed fully mutated eroder and thirty partially mutated eroders rushed into the empty space, with smoke and embers flying, against the backdrop of the dusky dawn sky.

Valencian did not swing his sword at the partially mutated eroder whose eyes were blackened and whose hands had turned green.

Pfft! Pfft!

Because I had no doubt that the two gunshots I just heard from behind would ring out on time.

Boom, boom!

The giant magic bullet mercilessly pierced through the torsos of the partially mutated eroders.

Six eroders within two straight paths were killed with their limbs severed.

“Valentine, I’ll protect you!”

Whirlirik, hurlirik!

Rudy shouted as he reloaded his twin pistols, spinning them around.

“Good job! Don’t get too close!”

Valencian answered without looking back.

He jumped up lightly and stepped on the head of one of the Partial Mutation Eroders rushing in front of him, then jumped up again and drove the Partial Mutation Eroder's neck into its body, and shouted a spell from the sky.

“No!”

* * *

Shhhhhhh!

The white-haired, golden-eyed Grand Duke flew across the sky like a red and white bird.

The magical tool white shoes 'Anima Lamentum' have fulfilled their mission.

The sight of one person jumping 25 meters was so surreal.

But Valencian was not the only unreal being.

“Keeeeeek!”

The green eroder extended four tentacles forward from its long, protruding back head, attempting to impale Valencianus mid-air.

At the end of the tentacles were stingers as hard as steel, and the stingers were filled with a foul and vicious poison that even the most high-ranking priests could not detoxify, flashing green and blue.

"ha!"

thud!

At that moment, Tentia, who had come running like a red meteor, struck the eroder's leg.

When a Sword Expert Knight wearing special armor charged at 30 meters per second, even a monster over 4 meters tall could not overcome his strength.

“Kkeuk?!”

For a moment, the four tentacles that had been cutting through the air changed course, and Valencianus brought down his sword, burning with orange flames and a golden mana blade.

Tsukaaaaak!

With a loud noise, green fluid and venom spurted out, and three of the four tentacles were cut off.

Normally, it would have immediately regenerated by extending a thin thread-like nerve stem, but the mysterious flames of the dragon's words suppressed the eroder's enormous regenerative power, and instead, it flowed into the body, eating away at its cross-section little by little like a cigar's cigarette.

The eroder twisted its body with a terrible roar, and Tentia swung her sword with a shout that covered even the roar.

“I am Tentia, a knight of His Majesty Valencian. How ugly. You have renounced life and the world. You will be torn to pieces by my hands and leave this world.”

She held the handle of the 'hwahan' with both hands and swung it around above her head.

The bloody mana blade burned brightly, drawing a red circle.

Oh my! Oh my!

The circle struck the eroder's body several times.

It was an attack that tore apart the flesh of the eroder, which had grown several times stronger as it eroded the upper-level sword user's heavy infantry, like splitting a carrot apart.

Flesh and bone splinters rose from the green eroder's legs.

The creature stretched out its huge arm and tried to crush Tentia, but Tentia responded by splitting the fist in half.

The eroder turned its head and began to spew venom and putrid gases from its trumpet-like snout.

A strong will to hit someone at least once even when I die!

“The flames that follow rise up!”

Valencian responded by gathering all the sparks and flames that were still burning around him and forcing them into the devourer's snout, its fifteen eye sockets, and its numerous spiracles and venom spouts.

“You will suffer forever! None of your prayers will be answered! You will spend eons in a place where leeches do not die and brimstone does not go out, until all the sins of your wretched soul are burned away!”

A giant eroderma rolled and writheed on the floor.

The bastard's body was torn here and there, steam and pus gushing out.

The blood that was on fire boiled inside his body, creating steam, and the steam, which had nowhere to go, was pouring out of his body.

Valencian saw this and swept the flames even further, forcing smoke and embers into his eye sockets.

Seeing the madness on his face, the neat white teeth and the sadistic smirk that seemed to take pleasure in tearing apart the eroders, the police commissioners began to believe a few more rumors about Valencianus.

'It's a good thing you're on our side.'

The struggling eroder's resistance suddenly weakened, and its stomach and chest swelled.

It was an attempt to send out the final mental wave.

At that moment, Tentia drew her sword.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 3, Zariita.

The mana that wrapped around her muscles pulsed softly yet strongly, along with the mystery of the late start.

Wormwood!

The bloody longsword pierced the devourer's chest.

Push profit-.

The final rebellion of the eroders was in vain, accompanied by the sound of the wind escaping.

Crunch!

Tentia struck the eroder's neck.

“Well done, sir.”

“It is thanks to Your Majesty that I have been able to draw your attention without hesitation. As a knight, I am ashamed.”

“Don’t say that.”

An archduke in a white uniform decorated with red patterns and gold thread and a knight in platinum armor and a red cloak clashed fists in front of the monster against the backdrop of the rising sun.

The two wearing the same color were a knight and a royal family who matched well together.

Although there were still some partial mutant eroders left.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

They were cleared out in three shots, with limbs falling off before Rudy's Santa Matan.

* * *

“I’m dying.”

Valencian had to stir up the vacant lot until the evening.

Originally, the story about the eroder was just an excuse, but now that a real eroder had appeared, it was something that had to be dealt with as a top priority.

Fortunately, no additional eroders or traces of the old ones were found.

“After examining his belongings and asking people, I heard that he was a slum person who came here late last year. It seems that a slum thug who used the power of erosion lost to Cornell in a competition and ran away. After that, due to his resentment and desire for revenge, the erosion only got worse, and when he felt his life was in danger, he eventually handed over his body and received the power… … That seems to be the case.”

Valencian nodded weakly to the words of Paladin Angelus.

“Thank you for your cooperation. I will have my maid send you the donation. One hundred gold coins would be fine, right?”

“How about spending a little more? I’ll pay my respects to the saint as well.”

“Yes. I will send you 300 coins, and 300 coins from the royal family. Tell them to look after it.”

Since we borrowed all the troops and priests, we had to give them this much.

'I originally had no intention of fighting today.'

He crossed the old warehouse street that had become a wide open space.

The side closest to the wall had now been leveled, while the other side had warehouses left behind.

There, a cadet was bowing his head in the sunset.

Tall and responsible, with gray hair and blue eyes.

“Jin. You stayed? Just in case, you received a prayer of purification?”

Valencian greeted him with a knowing smile.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

That smile made student body president Jin feel even more indebted and guilty.

It seemed like the problem that could have been solved by increasing the number of student council members and stopping the fight had gotten so big.

He bothered the administrative officials by needlessly securing vacant lots, and the scoundrel Archduke borrowed purification bottles from the church to drive out the people living there, and in the end, thousands of people who had been living okay ended up losing their homes.

Valencian read Jin's thoughts with just a glance and smirked.

“Jin. There are no ifs in history. If it weren’t for you, that eroder would have become stronger and revealed itself. Then, thousands of people on this street could have been affected by the psychic waves and turned into monsters.”

“That’s… … a result.”

“The world is about results. If you follow the right process, you will get the right results. If you turn this around, if you get the right results, it means you followed the right process.”

Jin was momentarily confused, and Tentia lifted her mask and smiled bitterly.

“Your Majesty. Do not corrupt the young elite with nonsense.”

“Haha. I got caught.”

Valencian ran up to Hadritan, handed him the documents, and then beckoned to the camp.

“True. Take it.”

“What is this… Your Majesty?”

Jin's blue eyes twitched.

Valencian looked at him in astonishment and smiled faintly.

“It will be seven stories high, with 16 units per floor. There will be shops on the first and second floors, so there will be a total of 80 single-family homes. We plan to build twenty buildings like that. It will be a stone building that will last for 300 years, and I paid the deposit and construction costs.”

“… … .”

“Although many nobles of the court have invested, they will only receive dividends and will not interfere with the rights of the building. My share is 20%. I will also receive dividends, but I will leave the selection of residents up to you. I recommend that you give special benefits to student members and attract talented people.”

“Why… … are you doing this to me?”

Valencian smirked at the look of confusion on Jin's face.

In fact, Jin was one year older than him, but Jin had long since forgotten that fact.

“If you want to be precise, I’m your uncle.”

Valencian was the son of the former emperor, and Jean was the illegitimate son of the former emperor's son.

“It’s a late presidential election gift from an uncle to his nephew. That’s what I know.”

“!”

Valencianus made many secrets this time too.

All of the people who would live in the luxury apartments built on this vacant lot would be either student council members or Jin's acquaintances, and would soon be the most powerful people in the academy.

If they learn the truth about today, the 'evacuated' manual laborers will naturally rebel against the royal family, but the powerful people in the academy who have good studios will suppress them for fear that their homes will be blown away by their resistance.

If we delay just a little bit, the cheap houses that the royal family is offering will all be built, and if we allow people to move into good houses at low prices, the opposition of manual laborers will naturally subside.

Even though a lot of money has been invested, the streets of learning are always crowded and there is a lot of money involved in connecting with magic streets and the like.

If land prices rise and there is competition for first-floor commercial space through equity, the money can be recovered at any time.

Besides, the distance of learning is something that needs to be managed anyway.

The academies of the imperial capital are prestigious schools that attract young men with talents in swordsmanship and magic from all over the world, and naturally, they are full of all kinds of extraordinary potions and magic, mysteries and strangeness, and rituals related to erosion and the old.

If we can prevent that early, and furthermore, if we can manage it through human resources and secure the talent to commit such acts.

It's a business that makes a profit of several hundred times.

“Hardritan. Let’s go. We must report to His Majesty the Emperor.”

“Me too… …Am I going with you?”

“Yes. The High Lords will be arriving soon. We must prepare.”

Hardritan smiled, pushing up his buffalo horn glasses.

“I will do my best. For the Empire.”

It was a success.