How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 99

How to live as a tyrant’s spoiled brat Episode 99

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Valencian was adept at fighting foreign invaders and invaders.

It wasn’t always easy to gain the upper hand against guys with different abilities and fighting methods.

But he was a delicate swordsman and a fire mage with exceptional control, and he knew that attacks he didn’t know about could come his way.

Because I knew that the physical endurance and resilience of humans, foreign objects, and eroders were vastly different, I did not rush in recklessly, and because I knew how strong their final struggles would be, I did not attempt a clumsy fatal blow.

“Kaaaaaaah!”

The mutated Sister Tella waved her arms and made a crow-like sound.

Phew!

He was 4 meters tall, his arms were long enough to drag on the floor, and his hands were large even considering his height.

If I tried to block it with my sword, it was obvious that I would end up with a hole in my palm and get crushed.

Valencian waited calmly as the black claws and strong, root-like grip drew closer.

Even if you roll around awkwardly and try to avoid it, you can see everything from that height.

It would have been better to show a cool-headed attitude and then counterattack in one breath.

I felt the chill of the black fog brought by the black nails.

‘now!’

His golden eyes flashed fiercely, and Valencian spun around on his right foot.

It was a dangerous step, as if he was holding his side to the thumb of the mutated Sister Tella, who was as thick as his waist.

But he succeeded, and got hold of the blind spot of the moment.

He held the sword firmly with his left hand to prevent it from breaking, and thrust the sword between the wrist joints of the mutated Sister Tella.

Phew!

The long sword was almost completely embedded, and the mana blade and flames burned fiercely in the darkness.

“Kaaaak!”

The mutated Sister Tella screamed and tried to shake off her arms.

A simple gesture was enough to crush Valencianus like an insect.

He used the force of Tella’s arm to pull out his sword the moment it moved outward.

Taak, kicking off the ground and jumping, tried to stab Tella’s elbow with his sword.

“It’s so fu*king big!”

In terms of height alone, Tella seemed larger than any Encroacher we’d encountered since our return, aside from the dragons.

He had to extend his hand as far as it would go, adding the length of his sword, just to barely touch Tella’s elbow, which was encased in a white bony carapace.

If you do it wrong, you might end up breaking the sword for nothing.

Valencian’s golden eyes became vertical like a reptile’s.

As he jumped, he recited a spell.

“A sharp, stabbing flame.”

A spear-like flame formed in the blink of an eye and stabbed the elbow joint first, replacing the sword.

pop!

As soon as it struck, a burst of flames and the white shell fell like a shard of broken glass, leaving a gash on the forehead of Valencianus who was jumping up from underneath.

Wormwood!

He took the stab and stabbed her a second time, this time into her elbow, following her wrist.

The mutated Sister Tela tried to strike Valencian with her left arm, but this time Valencian rolled away without much difficulty.

‘It’s longer, but it doesn’t have more joints. In the end, it moves just like a human arm. It’s strong, but since it was originally a nun, it’s not very good at fighting. It’s quick to get in and finishes quickly.’

Organizing the information obtained from the first assault.

“Your Majesty, the sparkling daegooooooooo!”

Tella raised both arms above her head.

A black fog rose from the giant hand.

Valencian had long experience in understanding the nature of the attack.

‘A great technique is being prepared. It is highly likely to be a shockwave type. If Tentia Kyung or Celerazi were with them, it would have been much easier to fight in formation.’

“You’re as fast as a mouse, huh? Avoid this too… …!”

‘I can’t do it alone.’

Valencianus kicked the ground before his hand even touched the floor.

Tella’s giant hand fell as if it were going to crush the world.

He pressed close to Tella’s shell-covered feet.

Most area-of-effect technologies do not have a significant effect near the person who deploys the technology.

Kuung-!

Tella’s two hands struck the floor, and black feathers and red mist formed circles, creating ripples on the ground.

The ripples did not spread by collapsing the building, but rather by passing through it.

‘Crazy. If you came with the soldiers, you would have all mutated by now.’

As that thought passed, Valencian’s eyes flashed.

Tella kicked the ball at Valencianus.

Phew!

Even a graze on those feet, with their white shells and claws, would surely break a bone.

But Valencian rushed in and stabbed him with his sword.

‘There were places on the joint side that were covered with leather without any scales. It’s no different from an eroder.’

As long as they took the form of living things, they could only remain the same, and finding common weaknesses was the basis of tactical doctrine.

puck!

Tella kicked her foot, and Valencian was lifted up.

But this time it was Tella who screamed.

“Kaaaah!”

Valencianus, with his sword stuck between his ankle joints, rose up using the sword as a lever.

If it had not been an imperial ceremonial sword, it would have broken immediately, but the sword with the mana blade held up to the end.

The fearsome claws and shell, and the powerful leg strength were no match for Valencianus.

The moment his feet came back down to the ground, Valencian readied his technique, gripping his sword in reverse.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 1, Ichigo.

Aduk!

Mana assisted, wrapping his muscles like a steel chain, and Valencian kicked off the ground and twisted his body while holding his sword in the opposite grip.

Mana Blade The blazing sword sliced through the carapace, spinning halfway around, severing more than half of Tela’s right ankle.

“Kaaaah!”

Despite his height of 4m, his body was very thin, which made the imbalance even more fatal.

She stumbled to the floor, landing on her right knee, and Valencian instinctively knew that the moment had come to aim for her head.

Imperial Swordsmanship Level 5, Asa.

Me, mine, and my earnest, sticky, vicious obsession with it.

His mind began to cool and information from his surroundings poured in.

The pitch darkness disappeared from sight, and Tella’s neck, hanging down beneath the veil of her habit, was clearly visible.

I learned how to aim between the white bony shells.

This realm was made even sharper by the addition of his unique, delicate swordsmanship and the sadism he inherited through his bloodline.

With a thud, Valencian stomped the ground and raised his sword.

“A flame that sticks earnestly.”

An unquenchable fire burned, blinding Tella’s eyes.

He lowered his sword, blocking the variable.

Last of all, he looked into Tella’s eyes.

Brown and white lights flashed within the red eyes.

‘Divine power?’

The moment I thought that, a dazzling white light burst out.

Valencian lost his balance in the air and rolled on the floor.

This strange feeling of being cool and hot at the same time.

It was clearly divine power.

“crazy.”

He stood up, taking up his sword again, and looked at this unbelievable sight.

I felt like I was going crazy between confusion and absurdity, but my mind, cleared by ‘Asa’, was able to face reality calmly.

‘You said you studied relics. Now that I think about it, you can still use language even in a completely mutated state. It seems like you’ve achieved some results.’

White feathers rose and disappeared, and Sister Tella’s wounds healed.

“Keep going ooooh! Your Majesty the Sparkling Daegogogoong!”

“The world is turning upside down.”

* * *

Mateos looked at the young man of his age who had just entered.

He was suffering from the erosion and his complexion was not very good, and even if it wasn’t for the erosion, his left arm looked like it needed to be amputated immediately.

He spoke to Director Hansen.

“I’ve heard that worldly affairs often distort the path of faith. I didn’t know you would be so twisted, but I’ll listen.”

Hansen opened his mouth in a gentle and polite voice.

“Thank you, Saint.”

“Don’t call me that. It makes me want to throw up.”

“Yes. … … First of all, did you know that there has been a long war between the counts’ families, and that the sons and daughters of the two counts have fallen in love?”

Mateos answered coolly.

“I heard the general background from Grand Duke Valen. That you lied to me during the day.”

Abbot Hansen laughed bitterly.

“Yes. There is no way Count Antares would kill his successor for something like that. At first, he was surprised, embarrassed, and even angry, but he soon regained his composure.”

“You got it back?”

“If two powerful count families become one, they can unite their lands and be promoted to the rank of marquis. It would be a good thing if one’s grandson becomes the marquis.”

It wasn’t a very convincing logic for Mateos, who was a commoner, but he was able to accept it.

“Besides, His Majesty the Emperor of Jerilis kept sending letters demanding that they stop the war and develop the mines, so they must have felt a sense of crisis as well.”

“Why do you feel a sense of crisis?”

“Throughout the ages, the emperors of the empire have often kept the great nobles in check by assassinating the heads of the two feuding families and then marrying their successors or dividing or merging their territories. This is especially true of His Majesty Jayrillis, who may come in person.”

Even Mateos could admit that.

“Please continue.”

“But he was already furious, and the frightened heir ran away. Of course, he didn’t run away without thinking. He ran away, but he also had a title as the heir to the countship, and he had been granted a fief. He probably intended to wait there until his father’s anger cooled down.”

Mateos looked at his successor.

He nodded with a complicated expression.

Hansen continued.

“As you know, Your Majesty, all the corpses resulting from war must be collected properly. They are prone to spreading infectious diseases, and their resentment and malice are strong.”

All kinds of undead and ghosts are created and gathered, including zombies, skeletons, banshees, wraiths, spectres, ghouls, abominations, and durahans.

“Was the successor attacked and eroded?”

“Yes, he came into our monastery dripping with blood. We were all excited at the time, thinking that the war would soon be over.”

Mateos thought about the children he had seen during the evening.

“I couldn’t just leave him to die.”

Hansen nodded.

“Yes. I did my best to treat it. It wasn’t that difficult.”

A high-ranking priest can even regrow a severed arm.

“But purification was not possible.”

Mateos was about to argue that this was nonsense, but after examining the extent of the successor’s erosion once more, he kept his mouth shut.

When erosion progressed beyond a certain point, purification acted as an attack.

Purification is the process of burning and disinfecting the eroded area.

The problem is that if the area is too large, the person will die the moment you burn it cleanly.

“I had to save him. The moment he died, the war would start again.”

It was obvious that the count’s anger at losing his successor would burn down the entire area.

“The wound was healed. But the erosion could not be healed. Since I entered the monastery, the erosion has not progressed any further. But… … .”

Erosion is often compared to drug addiction.

Once eroded, one must continuously offer tribute and perform rituals to maintain the body.

“The eroded side of the Confucius was starting to die. It needed nutrients too.”

Zzz, Mateos thought he heard a sound like the sky cracking.

“so?”

“Yes. We brought in injured or dead soldiers, extracted the spirits from them, and injected them into the Confucius. The entire process consumed the reagents, and since we couldn’t record their usage in the ledger, we had to obtain them secretly. Fortunately, we were able to obtain a large quantity of reagents from the large workshops in the capital.”

The abbot’s voice began to tremble slightly.

“We also had to keep working on the divine power. The state of being eroded itself was ‘injured’, and we had to keep the healthy parts of Confucius alive.”

They endlessly infused Confucius with healing powers.

“That’s why I studied the power of the holy relic. Thanks to that, I was able to hold the hand of the old one and still maintain my sanity. But it won’t last long.”

Hansen asked while washing his face dry.

“Your Majesty, what should we have done? Should we have let Confucius die and let the flames of war engulf the two territories once again?”