The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated

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Moro's words silenced both Thiel and Capelin.

Even Sheehan frowned, completely unaware that such a thing would have happened a thousand years ago.

but...

"That's it?" Sheehan looked straight at Moro and said bluntly: "Just because the brave Mithra destroyed your country, you took anger on all the brave men and those related to the brave?"

That's right.

From Sheehan's point of view, what Moro did was to take out his anger.

He won't judge the right or wrong of it.

Because this is just a problem caused by the difference in position.

From the standpoint of the victim Moro, who was a native of Erai, she was undoubtedly right.

Although the brave Mithra chose to give up Ereyi, sacrifice the ego, and complete the big ego for the sake of the whole world, but he did harm Ereyi after all. This is an indisputable reality.

But...

"This is a decision made by the brave. You can choose to seek him for revenge, or you can choose to resent his country, his companions, and even his descendants, but all of this has nothing to do with the imperial people, right?"

Sheehan points out the contradiction in this.

This matter may be traced to the Mithra Kingdom. If Moro intends to seek revenge from the Mithra Kingdom, there is still a reason.

Who made the kingdom of Mithra a country founded by the brave Mithra?

Moro would resent the entire Mithra Kingdom because of his resentment against the brave, and that was all forgivable.

But the empire does not have any responsibility, and the rest of the descendants of the brave have nothing to do with it. This poisonous concubine hated everything related to the brave because of her hatred for the brave. If this is not anger, then what? Is it anger?

However, Moro was indifferent when Sheen pointed it out.

No, it's not just indifference.

She also laughed.

Laughed madly.

"You said, this matter has nothing to do with the imperial people?" Moro covered his forehead, laughing and shouting: "The Ragnar Empire was the one who brought the demon people into Ereyi, you actually said that this has nothing to do with the empire. ...!?"

Such words made Sheen stunned on the spot, turned his head involuntarily, and looked at Capelin.

There, Kapelin's face was sullen, and her eyes were full of haze.

She didn't object.

Aware of Sheehan's gaze, Her Royal Highness, the princess of the empire, smiled wryly.

"At that time, Ereyi was a vassal of the empire, and there was a prince who was unwilling to be taken away by his brother, so he chose to join the demons, and the demons wanted to find a large-scale magic power that existed on the battlefield and was conducive to the use of ritual magic. At the source, he dedicated that country to the demons, and with his own power, he led the demons in without being able to hide from King Ereyi. I also read about this in the royal family's secret record book. arrived."

In other words, among the culprits that led to the destruction of the small country of Erei, there were indeed imperial people.

Moreover, this person is also a member of the imperial family of the empire, who betrayed the rapists of the human race.

No one knows about this.

Although the imperial family of the empire discovered this matter, in order to prevent the empire from being questioned by the Protoss, and not arousing hostility from other countries of the human race, they concealed the matter without authorization and executed the prince in secret.

But the descendants of that prince were actually left behind.

Not only was he left behind, but his identity was concealed, and he was raised as the biological son of the emperor at that time.

Then, after several generations of development, the descendants of that prince were completely integrated into the royal family, and some even successfully sat on the throne and became the previous emperor.

In other words, the current imperial family, including Harveys and Capelin, are the descendants of the emperor and the prince who led to the destruction of Erei.

Therefore, whether it is a kingdom or an empire, all the descendants of the hero are descendants of Mora's enemies.

"Look, this is the so-called hero."

Moro spoke ironically.

"The hero who defeated the Demon King has been praised by the world and recorded in history, but no one will remember that he once destroyed an innocent country."

"All his companions have enjoyed the honor, either becoming nobles or famous figures in history."

"Even the descendants of the brave warriors in this empire have never remembered what kind of scum they have committed and what kind of crimes they have committed."

"Wandering in the world for thousands of years, all I hear is the praise of the brave, the boast of the brave, the memory of the brave, and the respect for the brave."

"Really, I almost vomited."

Moro opened his hands, letting the storm of death surge up and down his body.

"Since that time, I have sworn that I will let these sane brave men experience all the pain."

"How much honor they have, how much humiliation I will make them suffer."

"You say this is anger?"

"Okay, I admit it."

"But I, Ereyi, can be innocently moved into such a disaster of destruction, why can't I, Mora, anger the descendants of these culprits?"

Moro's death energy suddenly exploded.

"Today, I will solemnly announce to the whole world that I will destroy all the brave, all things related to the brave, as well as the Mithra Kingdom and the Ragnar Empire!"

"I want them to be destroyed like Erei once was!"

"This is only the first step!"

Moro stretched out a hand in Sheen's direction again.

"And this first step starts with you, the real brave man!"

With that said, Moro finally exerted all his strength.

"【Grand Astarte】!"

This is the necromantic magic created by Moro based on [Terrorist Man]. It is the upper version of [Terrorist Man], and it is also the highest necromantic magic, the most lethal and threatening death attack.

A dark storm swept out of him, shaking the entire royal hall.

"Danger!"

"Run!"

Thiel and Capelin reacted immediately, watching the scene like a natural disaster, and shouting at everyone present.

"[Payment · Dispersion]."

Sheehan did not retreat but advanced, and more intense magic power emerged from his body, carrying the characteristic of "dispersing", and slammed into the incoming death storm.

But Moro's combat experience is undoubtedly much more powerful than that of the high priest who is only immersed in the dream of immortality. Seeing Sheen using the magic of dispelling magic, he immediately took a point and let the storm of death take the initiative to decompose.

Immediately, in the storm of death energy, the faces of people in pain, resentment, despair, and mourning scattered, wandering around like spirits of resentment, avoiding the incoming dispelling magic.

They formed an army, like a group of demons dancing wildly, filling the entire royal hall.

Wherever the deadly resentful spirits have passed, everything is decaying.

The pillars of the royal hall are decaying.

The walls of the royal hall are decaying.

The floor of the royal hall is decaying.

Even the aloof throne quickly dried up and rotted, turned into gravel and scattered.

The great necromantic magic, which robs all its vitality, is wanton in this world.

"what!"

"Your Highness!"

"not good!"

The female knights of the Broken Blade Knights exclaimed in surprise.

They were entangled, or even surrounded, by deadly resentful spirits.

Faces with expressions of pain, resentment, despair, and wailing wandered back and forth, flying all over the sky, sometimes passing around, and sometimes rushing towards the people of the Broken Blade Knights, making these female knights precarious.

"Quick! Unfold the barrier of magic defense!"

Kapelin used the [Magic Sword] skill, slashed an incoming resentful spirit with one sword, and shouted at the female knights of the Broken Blade Knights.

"Buzz!"

The female knights reacted, and hurriedly chanted defensive magic, built a transparent barrier, and tried to stop the attacking group of resentful spirits.

But these resentful spirits seem to be able to plunder even the vitality of magic, but they hit the transparent barrier directly, slowly corroding the barrier.

"Use [Magic Sword] to fight the enemy!"

Capelin's expression changed, and she gave another instruction immediately.

[Magic Sword] is a melee-type unique move that claims to be able to cut through everything, and even those who are immune to physical attacks can attack. Using this move, you can cut off those attacking resentful spirits.

The female knights reacted, and someone tried it immediately.

However, Thiel, who also used the [Demon Sword] to cut off the attacking resentful spirit, discovered something.

"Can those dead auras even corrode the [Magic Sword]?"

Thiel looked at the sharp blade that had faded from the red color on her hands, her face dignified.

At the same time that the [Demon Sword] cuts through the resentment, the resentment is also eroding the magic power on the [Demon Sword], making the consumption of the [Demon Sword] even more intense, and it will become extremely fragile over time.

Not only that.

Thiel also discovered that wherever those resentful spirits passed, their lives would be plundered, while those without life would be attached.

For example, those innocent people who died tragically outside the gate of the royal hall, with only mummified corpses left, were moving slowly at this time, and stood up staggeringly, while making a faint howl, while His eyes lit up with a miserable green light.

"Have you become undead?"

Capelin also saw this scene, a [Demon Sword] swept across, forcing back the attacking resentful spirit, but her expression was extremely ugly.

The situation became very bad, and everyone was in danger.

"Ha ha."

Moro smiled happily.

But soon, the eyes of this imperial concubine flickered, she waved her hand without hesitation, pulled out a claw light, and slammed to the side.

"Shh!"

In the faint sound of breaking the air, a figure suddenly flashed like a ghost, and the sword light in his hand burst out, slashing towards Moro.

"clang--!"

The sword light and the claw light collided fiercely, causing the blade and the claws to collide, rubbing out sparks.

"I knew that Lord Boztut would come directly at me."

Moro laughed in the burst of sparks.