Those Who Returned from Beyond

A few minutes ago--

Boom!!!!

After a deafening explosion, the paladins, who had been standing in neat rows, were scattered in all directions, and the ground reeked of burning corpses.

Shattered armor, broken blades, scorched earth, and wailing people.

If this scene were placed on a battlefield, it would be perfectly normal.

The problem is that this isn't the front line.

Instead, it was located in the rear, far from the center of the battle.

To be precise, it was the rear of the entire mixed army of one million men that Wright had been stationed in.

Wright stared blankly at all of this.

He couldn't understand.

"... Te... Wright..."

Just minutes before, he had been listening to news that "the demons have begun to retreat" and "the hundreds of thousands of troops temporarily deployed will soon be able to take down Bradwich," and he had been leaning back on the cushions with a sigh of relief, thinking that the mission was finally going to be completed.

"... Lord Wright... Lord Te..."

But just as he was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, the sudden appearance of the Rebel Army troops startled him awake.

They had no idea where they came from, when they arrived, or how they bypassed their spies.

By the time they noticed, the Rebel Army forces had already stormed into the rear of this million-strong force—the Ninth Echelon!

"Lord Wright! Get out of here quickly! They're about to—"

Several adjutants struggled to pull the dazed Wright out of his dilapidated vehicle. A squad of several hundred men immediately surrounded him, and the people around him were making a racket, but Wright was no longer listening.

"So that's how it is... It was such a simple plan, a boring trick even a child could come up with. And I..."

He was muttering to himself.

"Actually, you had already joined up with the Rebel Army, but instead of escaping, you tried to turn the tables..."

"My lord! Please get on!"

The adjutant hurriedly helped Wright into the magically powered vehicle.

"Let that demon charge first. On one hand, it will distract us, and on the other hand, her words about 'handing over the person' will make us think you haven't made contact with the Revolutionary Army yet, and that we still have a chance to capture you..."

"Sir, hurry! Hurry up and go!"

"Then, you deliberately let yourself be 'discovered,' deceiving not only us but even your own people, timing it perfectly so that they foolishly came to rescue you, becoming cannon fodder to wear us down and buy us time. For this, you even went so far as to set up a doomed formation..."

"They—they're almost there!!!"

"... I decisively deployed a large force to capture you, but I never expected... I never expected it, Bradwich... that devil and the commando team were bait, and you yourself were bait too! You exposed yourself to danger, diverting my attention and dispersing my forces, so that your remaining men could bypass us and attack our rear directly!!!"

"Grown ups--"

Click click click!!!!!

The ground was completely pulverized.

Countless tentacles, resembling a mixture of muscles, nerves, intestines, and bones, emerged from the ground, overturning carriages and horses. Soldiers in the Ninth Echelon, thrown into chaos, scattered and fled. These tentacles, as if entering an empty field, slaughtered indiscriminately, creating a bloody scene reminiscent of a nightmare.

"What is all this?!"

Rumble rumble rumble!!!

A new round of explosions silenced them.

They finally saw what had exploded.

They were bubbles, thousands of them, floating on the battlefield, sparkling, and apart from their slightly strange color, they seemed no different from ordinary soap bubbles.

The bubbles explode violently the moment they touch a person or object. The darker the color, the more violent the explosion. The shockwave alone can make a person lose their balance.

The source of the bubbles was a young girl.

Her beautiful purple hair was covered in dust, her delicate face was contorted with anger, and tears welled in her eyes.

She clenched her hands, and when she opened them again, many colorful bubbles emerged from her palms.

"May all the villains who killed my sister die!!!"

Boom!!!!!!

"My God, women can be terrifying when they fight."

Si Nan Ying was venting her anger with a barrage of bombs, while that unknown gray-haired lady was creating a realistic version of a bizarre horror film. Meanwhile, the Second Division Commander (Second Division Commander: Can't you just call me by my name? I'm not the Second Division Commander, I'm called Saleh! Author: Yes, Second Division Commander, as you command, Second Division Commander) infiltrated an important facility located in the rear.

He even felt that... there was no need to send so many people; just these two teenage girls would be enough to keep the Papacy's army busy.

"However, I'm truly impressed with you now, Nid..."

He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He had thought that the kid had lost his mind after losing his sister, which was why he had given the order to launch a counterattack. He never expected that the kid would actually win this far.

Moreover, so far, their sacrifices have far outweighed their gains. With a total of just over 20,000 people killed, they have thrown the Papacy's million-strong population into chaos, even driving their leaders to the brink of despair.

"But that's not all yet. To truly throw them into chaos, we must fulfill Nid's last request."

Before him lay something resembling a small transmitter tower, surrounded by dozens of Vatican guards, all killed by the Second Division Commander and his squad.

The sheer number of mixed armies—millions—increases the difficulty of transmitting information and orders proportionally. To maintain efficiency, such a Papal army would inevitably carry this device—a communication hub—to assist in the rapid transmission of orders and battle reports.

In other words, this is an ultra-high-power signal transmitter capable of simultaneously transmitting information to all magical communication devices within the Papacy's army.

The commander of the Second Division wiped away the bloodstains on several buttons, examined them for a moment, and then pressed one of them forcefully.

"Alright, the good show of the rear falling and the commander being killed will now be broadcast live to the entire army!"

At that moment, the entire mixed army received the same communication.

Although it was a mixture of explosions, hacking and slashing, and shouts and screams, what it conveyed was enough to shake the entire army.

For example, even amidst a cacophony of noise, one could distinguish Commander Wright's dying roar:

"--Good! Bradwich! You bitch-born dog--BOOM..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was silenced by the sound of an explosion.

Subsequently, the panic of the rear falling and the commander being killed spread like a plague throughout the army.

No matter what kind of army it is, once it falls into panic and chaos, it is no different from a pig that can be slaughtered at will.

The Revolutionary Army's counterattack and pursuit have only just begun.

"You bastards!! You actually, you actually did this to Brother Wright —!!!"

Royce slammed the divine communication device to the ground, glaring fiercely at Nid, his eyes bloodshot.

Nid simply smiled apologetically.

"Look on the bright side, Mr. Royce. At least I promised you I'd go back to his grave this time next year... provided I remember it next year."

"You... you you you you--"

Royce's knightly contingent was also thrown into chaos; no one could believe that their commander had been killed like a clown!

"But... haha... hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

Royce suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

Then—he pointed the longsword in his hand at Nid.

"But you're right in front of me now. No matter what, if I kill you, the outcome won't change!"

Upon hearing his words, the knights, who had been in a state of chaos, calmed down a bit.

That's right—as long as they can take down Nid, their mission will be accomplished.

Upon hearing this, Nid's personal guard immediately tensed up, and their initial joy vanished as if doused with cold water.

"Indeed, if you can take care of me now, all my efforts will be in vain... But since I dare to put myself in such a dangerous situation, I must have some trump cards up my sleeve."

Nid moved his still clumsy hands and untied his tattered clothes.

It was only then that Royce realized why there was always a bulge on Nid's clothes, as if there was a stone stuffed underneath.

Of course, this is not a stone.

It is a crown.

"Miss Sin Annihilation really helped me a lot. She even managed to retrieve my confiscated equipment. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have dared to do this... After all, this stuff is too unstable, and there's no benefit in revealing it too early."

"Divine Spellcaster, attack now--!!!"

Realizing something was terribly wrong, Royce immediately yelled, but it was too late.

The ancient, silvery-white crown was placed on Nid's head.

Pieces of silvery-white light mist condensed, and giant bodies, each four meters tall, took shape.

The advantage or disadvantage in numbers was instantly reversed.

"Alright, slaughter to your heart's content, my dear soldiers."

Run! Run! Run! Run!!!

That was their only remaining idea.

The hundreds of thousands of paladins and Divine Spellcaster had completely lost their initial imposing presence. Without their leader and Commander, they had become a disorganized mob, unable to be united, and could only retreat as quickly as possible.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!!!

The number of the Rebel Army was ultimately limited.

As long as we can create distance, we'll have a chance to regroup and start again.

By then, we will be able to --

Quickly—thump.

"--!?"

A soldier suddenly felt that something he was stepping on was a little strange.

Looking down, I saw a small pool of blood.

It appears to be seeping from underground.

"What the hell...?"

At this moment, not only his feet, but the entire earth began to bleed outwards. Looking around, countless blood streaks enveloped the earth like rust, which was extremely eerie.

"Look! What's that!?"

Suddenly, someone pointed to the distant horizon.

Night was drawing to a close.

But what appeared on the horizon was not the sunlight of dawn.

Instead, it was a dark red, like blood.

Thick, vibrant, spreading continuously in this direction--

"Quickly, turn back!"

It's too late.

The next moment, a torrent of blood surged forth like a flood, moving with astonishing speed, reaching us in mere breaths! The stench of blood reached our waists, the sensation of being licked by a monster making it hard to breathe. Then, thin streams emerged from the blood, like countless vines or snakes...

Crash!

A stream of blood suddenly pierced through the knight's body. He struggled desperately, making strange squeaking noises. At the same time, his body began to rapidly wither, his skin turning ashen, as if something had forcibly sucked all his Blood Energy out of him! From this point on, countless streams of blood began their blood-sucking feast, and tens of thousands of fleeing soldiers were instantly turned into piles of dried corpses!

"Hmm..."

I stood on a hill, gazing at the scene below.

"I've already encountered something terrible as soon as I got here. Oh well, it's alright, I'll just consider it a rare opportunity to binge eat."

"Mommy, Mommy, I heard that eating too much will make you fat?"

"I won't get fat."

"Mom, Mom... fat..."

"Big breasts and a curvy bottom don't mean you're fat, little spider."

"If my Husband gains weight, I'll dislike you~"

"Aaaaaah, that's enough!"

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