A Party of Warriors Raped by Hypnosis 247

Chapter 247 – Chapter 247. Last War (3)

It didn’t take long for me to notice the danger.

No, rather, I was surprised to have noticed that an army of this size had come all the way here.

That would mean that the aftermath of the clash between the demon king and the hero was terrifying, but at the same time, it meant that the danger facing them had come this far, so the time to choose couldn’t be said to be very long.

Whether to stop them or evacuate for your own safety.

“… You don’t have to intervene. Because this is our fight.”

Barmash had reasons to interrupt them.

The warrior party is just a guest who has come out to cooperate with the tribe, but the one they are hostile to is none other than Garbonya.

Because he was the enemy of Cheolcheonji, who killed the mothers who were supposed to take care of the children just to have fun.

If I could kill him, I would be prepared to stand up with the whole clan. There would be no reason for the Witch Council, who had just temporarily fled to the tribe, to risk her life to fight.

Until I met the warrior party.

“Unfortunately, that is no longer possible.”

Suddenly, the moment Margaret’s eyes turned to the rear. There were witches who burned their fighting spirit and wanted to stand in their way.

Even though they have fled to the Demon King’s territory to avoid the human realm for survival, they are determined to fight directly with those who are called the best of the Demon King’s army.

“… There are a few of us who have affection for your tribe. Above all, if a new demon lord is born, there is a risk that we too will become targets, so considering future safety, it can be said that stopping them is the correct answer.”

“Take the immediate risk for future safety…”

Varmash opened his eyes at the plain explanation.

Even so, as he continued his confrontation with Modeus, he asked quietly to find out the intentions of Margaret, who was gathering magic next to him.

“… Is that really all there is to it?”

Am I prepared to risk my own life just because I am in the position to represent the group?

Do you trust that man who is competing with Garbonya so much, and furthermore, believe in the warrior party?

“Aside from that, let’s just say that there are many small things intertwined.”

When I answered by condensing my feelings toward them, Varmash quietly took his posture with a fishy smile.

“I can’t be honest.”

“… Same goes for that one.”

It’s the same that each other has a special heart for them.

Of course, such personal reasons are just one of many reasons.

As a result, they decided to protect the warrior party, and for that, they belonged to the same camp and decided to entrust each other’s backs.

As a very reliable ally to fight against that hideous army.

“… Orcs and witches This is an unexpected combination.”

“Whatever it is, just kill it! Haha!!”

Beelzebub notices it, and Modeus burns his fighting spirit as if it’s okay.

While the demonic sword in his hand exerted an ominous aura and gave off an overwhelming feeling, Barmash also raised his ax and started shouting at the orcs behind him.

“Brothers!! Listen!! Right now, the one who scorned and insulted us from there is seeking greater power!! Those in front of us are a tribe that wants to repeat the same thing by making such a dirty bitch their king!”

– It’s okay.

The moment when a weapon is held in their hands like one.

The veins sprouting from their thick hands taught them to be as strong as their fighting spirit, but a ferocious expression shone in their eyes as they faced the enemy.

“Choose, fellow countrymen! Shall we live miserably under the one who insulted us, saying it was a battle with no chance of winning! Will you die with honor right here!”

A fight in which defeat is more certain than victory.

Still, they don’t back down.

On the contrary, a step forward with that foot. He only expresses his will by leaving it to reason, not instinct.

“Honor or death!!”

Orcs shout out loud.

That they are no longer beings who live faithfully only to the instinct of reproduction.

“”Honor or Death!!!!””

The moment when such a fighting spirit expands beyond the individual to the group, and eventually to the military.

Eventually, as thunderous shouts erupted and they started charging at the same time, Modeus gathered the mana accumulated in his main body, the demonic sword, and swung it vigorously.

“I’ll sweep you away without a trace! These cattle cubs!!!”

-Kwaaaaang!!

A red wave that shoots out with a powerful swing.

Balmash, who confidently faced the attack from the front and broke it, eventually rushed in front of Modeus and raised his ax.

“Not cattle…”

“Warriors!!”

-Quaang!!

From the moment the ax hit the demonic sword as a starting point, the horsemen’s soldiers waiting behind it began to attack the orcs.

The moment when the sword and axe, a corpse-like body powered by magic, and a body full of life are mixed.

In the melee that unfolded like that, the horsemen had the upper hand, but there were people who assisted so that the fight would not fall into inferiority.

“Everyone, reinforce the Orcs!”

The moment when plants controlled by the witches’ magic take root and spread on the plateau.

That power constrained the movement of the enemies and protected the allies, mitigating the damage that could grow.

It’s only a rear support, but for the orcs who have already completed themselves as warriors, even that amount of support was enough to ignite their fighting spirit…

“Witch…”

The cult leader, Paimon, who had been paying attention to the tricks of the witches, started staring at them trembling.

“Why is the witch siding with the orcs? If you received the blessings of those who possess the qualities of a demon king, you should of course rejoice at the birth of a demon king more than anyone else… ?”

The cultists, including Paimon, are the ones who worship and worship the demon king more than anyone else.

For him, they are incarnations of madness that can dare to burn their own existence and even turn the world upside down.

To them, the ancient tribes who are candidates for the Demon King are the ones they admire the most.

To the cultists who only watched from a distance because they had no chance to inherit their power, witches were considered objects of envy beyond envy.

Because witches are not just humans who can handle the power of the demons, they are blessed people who have obtained power beyond ordinary demons by directly taking over the power from the ancient people.

“How… How come you… !!”

Even so, he could also be seen as a descendant of those who would become demon lords, so he abandoned his ill feelings and tried to have respect for them.

“Why do you get the blessings of the great people and interfere with the birth of the Demon Lord!!!”

Sensing that such a disjointed situation was approaching with a sense of betrayal, Paimon couldn’t overcome his emotions and tried to crash a sphere made of black magic into the middle of the battlefield.

Orcs as well as witches. With enough momentum to wipe out even the demons belonging to the same camp.

– The Quagga River!!

It was the man-eating plant that rose from the earth that blocked such a powerful mass of magical power.

Margaret, who ate the plant herself and was about to digest it, answered quietly to Paimon.

“You are saying something strange.”

He pointed the staff in his hand, which grew with vines and roses, at him.

“They gave us strength only for light entertainment. Contrary to what you say, they probably don’t think they owe us any favors at all.”

“Are you unaware of the great will of those who showed mercy, even with such a humble heart!? Like these senseless bitches!! As expected, that power is too much for you guys!!”

Paimon sobbed out of his mouth.

As ominous magic gathered with him, cultists in the background reached out to him and began pouring magic upon him.

“Fellows!! Offer your faith and blood to me!! If you do, I will pass judgment on that abominable woman and erase you from this world forever!”

Magical power sucked in along with prayer. And the blood that spurts out of their bodies.

Witchcraft that amplifies the power of others at the cost of the life force of others is not something witches who dare to inherit the blood of demons can withstand.

The head of the Witch Council, who proudly blocked her in front of her, wouldn’t be able to withstand that power either.

Everyone who saw the huge mass of magical power created on Paimon was so sure.

-Quaaaaa!!

Until dozens of man-eating plants emerged from the land in front of them.

“…I have one more thing to tell you.”

-Quad deuk, quaak!

The man-eating plants attack the lump of magic that flew between them, and bite and devour it.

On the contrary, as the stems of the plants that absorbed that mana into their own food grew and began to rampage, Margaret, who controlled them, inserted her staff and listened to the voice in her head.

“From now on, I will not be alone in dealing with you.”

The souls of hundreds of witches that have been accepted into its body. She couldn’t say she was alive anymore, but only her lingering feelings were encouraging her to fight for her at this moment.

They said they were comforted, but they hoped that witches would survive, and if the demons were victorious, there would be no place on this continent for witches to live comfortably.

– The Quagga River!

A group of plants that stand up with magical power that is further amplified by such will.

As long as they could withstand the mana they sucked in, competing with all the cultists wouldn’t be bravado.

“… Eat it, Nependeath.”

-Kyaaaaa!!

An army of plants responding to that will and rushing to eat the cultists.

Even the head of the Witches’ Association and the cultists clashed, and the battlefield was quickly covered with chaos and shouts.

Yes, Beelzebub, a key executive of the Demon King’s army like Modeus and Paimon, is just rubbing his hands while watching the whole situation while floating in the air.

“This, you are fighting better than I thought. Orcs and witches too.”

Orcs were said to have changed through the existence of Barmash, but it was considered unexpected that even witches participated in the war.

For them, humans as well as demons would be objects of hatred.

Even so, fighting to the death in this place could be interpreted as meaning that it was worth it to the current warrior party.

“… Shall we join?”

“No, there is no need to go into a mud fight.”

Beelzebub responded in a relaxed voice to the subordinate’s words.

It would be possible to intervene and fight, but Beelzebub isn’t the only one who aims to win the fight.

The only way to prepare for the future is to win without losing as much as possible and conserve power.

As such, Beelzebub was in a deep state of mind to entrust dirty work to others and only obtain results, rather than having to get his hands dirty.

“Everyone prepare to reinforce Modeus and Paimon here. I will go to stop those who interfere with the birth of the demon king…”

Yes, if you interfere, let’s contribute to a certain part.

While flying away from the crowd to buy the favor of the newly born demon king, Beel Zebub suddenly felt a beam of light rising from the hill below and quickly bent his body from his seat.

‘… Arrow?’

No, it’s not an ordinary arrow.

It was ejected after solidifying pure physical force, not matter.

However, it is impossible even for a great wizard to sharpen the energy to be handled using individual will and send it further away.

A non-human being with superior senses.

For example, unless you are a person who uses ‘spirit’ that can fine-tune mana.

“I said I had no intention of interfering, but I was in a position to see what would happen to those children’s stories.”

That’s right, a person of that level currently exists down here.

Aiming a bow with no protest at oneself.

In the meantime, a woman aiming at a thread and an arrow made of magical power.

“Let’s let the kids settle their fights among themselves. Don’t let grown adults interrupt you in a pitiful way.”

Shrine Melia.

A sniper who assisted Mikhail, one of the 10 strongest men of the Human Union and former hero.

And if you look at his experience and skills, he is a strong man who cannot be compared to Barmash or the head of the Witch Society.

“Here, another unexpected person has appeared.”

For Beelzebub, who only wanted to win compensation without any loss.

She was one of the characters she least wanted to meet at this moment.