Chapter 852
Chapter 852
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 852
Chapter Title: The Tyrant for You
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The Sultan swung his scimitar. A blade of red aura shot straight ahead, slicing through the Death Knight's body.
Every time he swung that scimitar, dozens at least, hundreds at most, of the undead collapsed. Normally, undead would rise again, but for some reason—likely due to the special nature of his weapon—they stayed down.
That transcendent martial prowess. It was truly befitting of the Sultan.
"Grand Marshal. Is the scimitar the Sultan wields some kind of treasure?"
"Long ago, the Earth Mother Goddess planted a single small tree at the heart of the desert, and the first Sultan crafted a weapon from it—or so the legend goes, Your Majesty. That blade is the very one. The Earth Mother Goddess sought to turn the desert into a lush forest, but the Sultan thwarted her."
"Heh. The first Sultan sounds like quite the character. How did he die?"
"They say he perished under the Earth Mother Goddess's curse, Your Majesty. Ever since, the beastkin have been deprived of her love. The first Sultan died without heirs, but it became tradition for the desert's greatest warrior to inherit the title of Sultan."
"I see. That's why such overwhelming life force radiates from that scimitar."
Undead absorb life force, but conversely, an overwhelmingly powerful life force was their natural counter. And right now, I could sense the presence of the Earth Mother Goddess herself. She was aiding the Sultan, whether she knew it or not. The Earth Mother Goddess was still as repulsive as ever.
Two hours passed. The Bone Dragon shattered in the Sultan's hands, yet the enemies continued their war against the undead. If I led the imperial army in an assault, we could crush them far more easily, but I simply observed the battlefield.
"Marquis Talmor. The undead are being pushed back. At this rate, they won't last another hour. Is this truly the end? Do you intend to disappoint Us after all? You know what it means to disappoint Us."
There was only one penalty for disappointing me. Death. Even Marquis Talmor, with his achievements in creating the aphrodisiac potion, would not be spared. I had no mercy left for that bald bastard.
"Hmph, the pinnacle of black magic is still being prepared, Your Majesty. Please, just a bit longer—trust in me."
"...Very well, We shall trust you. Did you not create the aphrodisiac potion and the artificial penis? We have great faith in your abilities."
"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty! And... may We use Your Majesty's soldiers?"
"Do as you wish. That's why We brought them, after all."
The 200,000 soldiers I'd brought were no elites. They were disposable rabble. I glanced sideways at Luteon. His face was expressionless.
"Grand Marshal. Any objections? We might even heed your opinion."
"None at all, Your Majesty. But... please spare the knights. Knights are valuable, hard-to-replace troops."
"Knights, withdraw from the battlefield. That's an order."
"Your benevolence humbles me, Your Majesty."
Unlike before, the black mages now moved with desperate urgency. With their lives on the line, they had no choice.
Just as the undead were nearly annihilated, the black mages' preparations were complete.
Kiiiiiek, kiiiiiiiiiek!
A screeching sound rang out, like something sharp scraping against another. I instinctively knew it was the fabric of space itself screaming in agony.
My eyes turned to the source of the noise—Marquis Talmor. He and thirty black mages were unleashing their black magic. A pitch-black magic circle etched into the ground burned ominously, and suddenly, the 200,000 soldiers screamed in unison.
The soldiers were being sucked into that magic circle. They were sacrifices.
Starting with those of weakest life force, the soldiers collapsed one by one onto the ground. It didn't take long for every last one to fall.
"Hmph..."
Luteon swallowed an uncomfortable grunt.
Crack!
The space above the black magic circle shattered. From it emerged a pitch-black leg. Then its full body revealed itself. Jet-black from head to toe, with bat-like wings folded on its back and massive horns protruding from its head.
"To think there are still fools summoning me. Live long and prosper, indeed."
The demon's voice boomed. I wasn't surprised, but the others were. The black mages knelt and bowed their heads to the ground. Luteon trembled as he gripped his sword. The Slade Empire's soldiers froze, staring at the demon with eyes full of fear.
'So that's a demon. If it fought me... I'd win.'
If that thing bared its fangs at me without knowing its place, demon or not, I'd kill it.
"Are you the black mage who summoned me? Heh. To offer 200,000 humans as tribute—who'd have thought? I salute your effort. Speak your wish. I'm in a good mood, so if it pleases me, I'll grant one."
"Great Demon of the Trident! Annihilate the Slade Empire's army!"
"Kahahaha! What a delightful wish! A boring one, and I'd have crushed your skull. You're lucky. Your wish is granted."
The great demon, now clutching a trident, flew toward the Slade Empire's army and swung it. Flames spewed from its mouth, earthquakes erupted from its legs. It wasn't my equal, but its power was immense.
'No, wait a second.'
I shot to my feet. Focusing my eyes, I scanned a corner of the battlefield. There, cloaked in a black robe to hide her identity, was a mage. Her face was obscured, but her slender build screamed woman, and a glimpse of purple hair peeked from her robe as she moved.
"You sneaky bitch! So you were here!"
"Your Majesty?"
"Grand Marshal. We have urgent business. Stay here."
I rocketed into the air using telekinesis. The Slade soldiers were too fixated on the great demon to notice me.
"Morgana! Where do you think you're going? This tiresome game of hide-and-seek ends now!"
I pursued Morgana as she fled through the sky. Truth be told, I was enjoying this. If I'd really wanted to catch her, I could have done so five minutes ago.
Grinning, I glanced at the bracelet on my left wrist. The magic tower lord had made it for me—a spatial transfer disruptor. As long as I wore it, Morgana couldn't escape me with teleportation magic.
"Tch, you bastard!"
Morgana ground her teeth. She thrust her palm toward me and unleashed a spell. Black flames clung to my body.
I didn't dodge. No need to.
As the owner of Arondight, the lake's blessing rendered me immune to magic.
Unless a dragon poured everything into a spell or a great witch like her sacrificed her life for a curse, nothing could pierce the lake's protection.
And Morgana wasn't the type to throw away her life just to kill me with magic.
"Your preparations were futile, but they were enough to annoy Us somewhat. As a reward for your efforts, try another spell. No matter what you cast, We won't dodge."
"...You're serious?"
Morgana halted. I stopped chasing. We were just ten meters apart, standing on the sand.
"Of course. Go ahead!"
I spread my arms wide. Morgana glared at me with her golden eyes, then began muttering incantations. I had no idea what they meant—they just sounded ominous.
Morgana's mana surged. Her robe flew upward, revealing a wine-red evening dress that clung to her curves.
The thin fabric hugged her body, outlining her slender, curvaceous waist, perfectly developed hips, and shapely thighs.
'...No panty lines. Going commando, huh.'
And above all, her ample breasts bouncing in the wind. They jiggled so wildly that my eyes were drawn there alone.
"You know? The continent is just one of countless worlds. The spirit realm with its spirits, the demonic realm with its demons—innumerable realms exist."
"Enough chit-chat. Cast your spell."
"Emperor. You've given me far too much time."
Kuuuung.
A massive magic circle unfolded beneath my feet. Invisible forces seized my body.
"Off to hell with you."
Morgana's voice carried a mocking lilt.
The magic circle vanished, and the sandy ground split open. An abyss yawned wide—a crimson pit teeming with malevolent presences. Its energy dragged me downward.
I resisted with telekinesis, anchoring myself.
A gaze locked onto me. From the abyss's depths, a massive red eye stared.
"What."
I glared back at the giant eye. It wavered, then averted its gaze. The ground began to close. Soon, it was just endless sand once more.
"N-No way...! The hellhound guardian was afraid...?!"
Thud.
Morgana collapsed onto the sand. She looked at me like I was some unfathomable monster.
"Some kind of summoning spell, I presume. I can commend you for not attacking directly, but it was child's play."
"...One of the ancient spells of Witch Island is 'child's play'? Hah, fine. Whatever. But things still won't go your way to the end."
Morgana glared venomously, then squeezed her eyes shut.
I chuckled and strode over, grabbing a fistful of her purple hair. She gasped in shock, mouth agape.
"N-No way...!"
"What's wrong? Mana not obeying you? Heh."
"What did you do?!"
"Used telekinesis to seize your mana. It's taxing, but not impossible."
"You dominated my mana? That's like... "
"A dragon? I gained the ability by devouring a dragon's heart core."
"......How strong have you become?"
"No idea. But that Sultan won't stop me. And whatever your Golden Garden is, it won't kill me either."
"You know about that too... It's over."
Morgana's body went limp.
"No resistance?"
"I'm done. Kill me, torture me, rape me—for all the good it'll do."
"Act as aloof as you like. We'll fuck you every day, just like your daughter. Welcome to your new life as Our fleshlight, Morgana."
"......"
I hoisted her body and returned to the battlefield.
Abel Raist, who had inherited the title of Northern Grand Duke, seized the palace in the emperor's absence, backed by fellow nobles. Over 60% of the empire's nobility had rebelled. Originally a minority force, the backlash from the emperor's recent declaration of wilderness rights had swelled their ranks.
The commoners no longer supported the emperor. Even his death would provoke no outrage.
Abel sat in the office chair. His sister Ernel was locked in the underground dungeon. Once the emperor was dead, he'd execute her personally.
"Abel."
Linda entered, carrying a tray of tea herself.
A faint smile tugged at Abel's lips upon seeing her, vanishing in an instant.
"To think you'd bring tea personally."
"The maids and servants are all locked up. I had no choice."
"They served the emperor. Can't trust them. Bear with it, even if it's inconvenient."
Abel sat facing Linda. His hand naturally reached for the teacup. A sip warmed his body.
When had it started? Seeing Linda always eased his tension, like the warmth of his mother's embrace when she was alive.
At first, he'd seen her as merely useful. But through conversations, shared glances, and her thoughtful care for even the smallest things, Abel had fallen in love.
Love was futile, he'd thought—until he became its prisoner.
'...Once the emperor's dead, Linda will be free. Even if he defiled her, it was under duress... No noble lady in this land remains untouched by him. I can't discard her for lack of purity... She's already deep in my heart.'
Linda smiled at Abel. That lovely smile nearly drew one from him too.
Abel reached for a biscuit topped with apricot jam. Linda's eyes widened in surprise.
"Abel. Don't you hate sweets?"
"I do. But I haven't eaten properly lately—I'm starving. And... these are your handmade biscuits, right?"
"They are. No need to force yourself."
"It's fine."
Abel washed down the biscuit with tea. Sweets were repulsive, but with the tea, he could manage.
Gulp.
"Gah! Cough!"
Abel vomited blood and collapsed. Poison. Realizing it, he stared at Linda with trembling eyes.
"L-Linda, why you..."
"Sorry, Abel. It was His Majesty's and Lady Ernel's orders."
Her face showed no remorse, her eyes cold in a way he'd never seen.
The door opened, and Ernel entered with her guard knights.
"Hehehe. How pathetic you look, Abel. The magic tower lord has activated the palace barriers. You rebels are all subdued."
"Ernel...!!"
"Don't scowl, little brother. Makes me want to kill you on the spot. Oh, I've got your end all planned out—look forward to it."
Ernel's hand roamed over Linda's body, slipping inside her dress to fondle her breasts and pussy.
"Ah, Lady Ernel..."
"You did well, Linda."
"Hnn, not there... Ahh."
Ernel and Linda kissed right in front of Abel.