Chapter 93 – (Roughly a Very Harsh Insult Towards a Hero)
I painted the big picture. It’s a big picture that is hard to put on canvas.
The role of Ragnar Armageddon, which I took on, is a type of enemy that becomes stronger as time passes due to the nature of power. To be precise… It can be said that he continues to raise the forces he can mobilize to deal with the hero with his unique dark power. No matter how strong a hero may be as an individual, he cannot defeat an army with less than 10 comrades. Because there is no answer in front of the quantity.
Of course, there have to be exceptions where common sense doesn’t work, like the first hero, but that’s over. In any case, the longer the hero drags out time, the stronger Rag or Armageddon becomes an enemy that grows exponentially. However, that wasn’t the most difficult enemy. According to the Hero’s Journey, Ragnar Armageddon was the owner of the third piece of chaos to be encountered, which means that Ragnar Armageddon originally had a structure that no matter how strong he was, he could not be stronger than the fourth enemy, the tyrant Violence.
…If it had been as originally planned.
Luminous’ Divinity Promotion Test… There were forces trying to ruin the play below. In order to lower the hero’s growth level, they replaced the holders of chaos fragments, the main enemies he would deal with, with fakes they met in their own world. Because God can only affect the realm he is in charge of, or the creatures he has created. The enemies that were replaced in this way had a lower level of fighting power than the enemy the warrior should have dealt with, and the stronger the enemy, the stronger the warrior, but did not grow as much as expected.
However, since this was the first time in Genesis and Test, Luminous judged that it was an error caused by the hero being stronger than expected, and asked me to grow further to correct the error range. As per her wish, I grew stronger than originally planned, and finally signed a mutual non-aggression pact that was tantamount to a declaration of defeat from Violence, who began to perceive me as a threat.
However, the hero who arrived in front of me was of a lower level than I expected. It was probably from that point on that something started to feel strange.
I thought that the hero would have become stronger than I thought, so I strengthened my strength so as not to be fooled. Besides, if I deliberately delay the expansion of my powers any longer than this, the audience could be suspicious of whether I was conspiring.
I made people to fight alongside me so that Luke wouldn’t be frustrated thinking that he couldn’t defeat me at all by himself. Even if the final goals of looking at each other are different, if the path is the same, we can gather enough strength. Now the only thing left to do is to find a way to find a way to think about what the warrior who returned to Hermon Kingdom to do to defeat me again, learns of the forces created by those who want to overthrow me, and plans to attack me with them.
This is the big picture I drew.
I increased my strength so as not to be defeated by non-heroic beings, I increased my strength so that I would not be fooled by the warriors, and at the same time, I made an allied force to help the warriors eventually defeat me, who had become too strong. Unless you’re a really stupid bastard, you won’t eat it when you forcefully open your mouth and put rice in.
And…
– Huh? What are you doing, warrior fortune teller?
Through the twisted voices of the foreign press, who pretended to be flustered and couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, I realized that things were going terribly wrong.
‘No, what happened again this time?’
-Didn’t you say that the prince named Frederick and the forces that were jealous of you were all arranged by you to help the hero defeat you?
‘Yes, it is. Perhaps…’
– As expected. That brave man kicked away Prince Frederick’s offer of an alliance right in front of his eyes.
At those words, I had no choice but to revise my thoughts about the hero again.
It’s not a frustrating baby to eat rice by putting your mouth open and putting your rice hand and chewing your jaw joints.
Mr. Lee
*
“Now… What did you say?”
Although he had almost given up on the succession to the throne, Frederick was the Prince of Hermon. He is a royal family with a rare mild temperament, but he is a prince who has lived a normal life in a royal palace where fierce bloody battles are rampant before that. As much as that, he prided himself on learning the minimum culture and life skills, and his expression rarely collapsed unless his opponent was Rag or Armageddon.
“It’s as I said. Thank you for your heart, but… I’ll only accept your heart.”
And that record was on the verge of being broken.
The whole story is like this.
After receiving instructions from Baron Ragnar Armageddon, as soon as Prince Frederick Hermon heard the news that Luke, the warrior chosen by the goddess, had finally entered the kingdom of Hermon, he took his trusted people and went out to meet him. And seeing the right time, they called a hero to their place by asking a local kid to run an errand in the village where the hero had arrived.
Frederick introduced the people who gathered to defeat Ragnar Armageddon and appealed that we could be of help to you. Compared to Rag or Armageddon’s army, they’re meager, but they’re still better than nothing. It was an offer that required only one condition to be accepted… But that one was a problem.
“It’s rude! You dare to be rude like this to no one else, Prince Frederick…!”
“Stop.”
Frederick sighed and wiped his forehead, restraining his overly loyal subordinate. And he asked the warrior.
“…For now, may I ask why you are rejecting our offer?”
“It’s simple.”
Clap. When the hero stood up, the sword hanging from his waist collided with a heavy and menacing sound that was not suitable for a thin sword.
“I have no intention of guiding you to recruits of Baron Ragnar Armageddon.”
In fact, it was a problem that would be over quickly if one side bowed its head.
The forces who wanted to overthrow Rag or Armageddon were usually from the territories that had been damaged before his ruthless invasion of the territories, and they insisted that the scene of the damned man’s head being blown off should be played out in front of a large number of people in the great square in the capital of the kingdom of Hermon. .
Conversely, since the hero must kill Ragnar Armageddon with his own hands, he said he could not turn his recruits over to Prince Frederick and his forces.
Honestly, no matter which side Rag or Armageddon’s recruit falls to, it doesn’t change the fact that he dies. Even so, why do they raise their heads stiffly and growl over that one trivial problem, when even if they work together amicably, it’s not enough?
The forces to defeat Ragnar Armageddon, led by Frederick, are maintained because of the resentment of those who have been damaged by him, and for the merits of returning after his death. For them, it was necessary for them, who were from the kingdom of Hermon, to finish this work. Of course, their strength alone cannot defeat Rag or Armageddon, and the help of a warrior who is no different from his nemesis is essential.
However, they thought that even if it was not them who directly defeated Rag or Armageddon, his end must be done with their own hands. Even in order to keep order in the chaotic kingdom, it was Prince Frederick and his people who had legitimacy and legitimacy to end the nightmare of Hermon Kingdom. It wasn’t a human and a few of his companions, who don’t know where they came from, who were chosen as warriors by the goddess or something.
On the other hand, the hero did not trust Prince Frederick and his forces very much. I thought I needed help, but they showed up at the right time. I wondered if this might also be a trap planned by Ragnar Armageddon. Even if that wasn’t the case, it was unreasonable to fully believe in the people I saw for the first time today rather than my comrades who had fought back to back.
If, in the process of transporting Rag or Armageddon to the execution site, selfish people whose interests are more important than everyone else’s gain might be tricked into him and cause him to escape. It’s a Rag or Armageddon who understands the human mind well, so it’s all the more likely that it could actually happen.
However, no matter how much it was, the hero’s action of just throwing away a great power that would be of help to him because of just that one condition, no matter how nice Prince Frederick was, could only be seen as the unreasonable pride of an ignorant countryman. Truly defeating him was important, and if it was a desperate task that had to be achieved somehow, then that level of damage had to be accepted. In a situation where they are trading with each other, rejecting all of the other party’s conditions and requesting only your own conditions is tantamount to saying that you do not want to make a deal.
“I don’t understand. Don’t you want to defeat Ragnar Armageddon?”
“You’re right.”
“Then, do you know what his power is now? The number of human soldiers alone is in the thousands, including enslaved monsters and degenerated monsters… That number is more than enough even if it swallowed this kingdom whole a long time ago. I’m not going to do it. But you’re saying that you’re going to fight with just three or four of your colleagues against someone with enough troops to easily occupy a single kingdom? Do you sincerely believe that’s possible?”
“Probably difficult.”
“Probably difficult, no!”
Bang! In the end, Prince Frederick, unable to bear it, slammed his fist down on the table. And he poured out his wrath on his warrior, setting a gallows around his neck.
“Yes, in your eyes, we don’t have much trust! I don’t think I will either! It would be hard to trust us if people from nowhere appeared in droves and asked to cut the enemy general’s head because they would help! Do you have enough time to consider the conditions and choose a force to be your ally? No! In the current situation you are in, we are almost the only force that can help you! Unless he reveals his ambitions first, he has no intention of causing trouble by touching him, and those who have lands do not intend to leave their lands in order not to have them taken away by Rag or Armageddon. After all, you have no choice but us, so our requirements There was only one, too. The head of Ragnar Armageddon, that one! As we gathered only for our grudge against him and for the future without him, we did not ask for any remuneration other than his head! But… You refused even that. Did.”
Prince Frederick’s face looked both angry and at the same time sad, ready to burst into tears, and at the same time he looked like he was being chased by something terrifying.
“Are you saying that the hero is a sophistry who doesn’t compromise with reality at all and only spreads good-looking ideals? Do you really believe that rejecting it is the right way to kill him in a situation where you need help from people like us? When you say you’re going to go to that living hell with less than five of your colleagues, what you’re saying is… ‘It’s probably difficult’? Rather say it’s an immature joke. If that’s what you mean…”
Frederick couldn’t bear to finish his words, and soon sat down helplessly in his seat.
“…Do what you want. I have nothing more to say with you.”
After receiving all of his anger from the front, the hero bowed his head once before standing up without saying anything. And before leaving the meeting place, a word he muttered to himself reached the warrior’s ears.
“Goddess… Why did you choose such a human…!”
*
After watching all of the famous Gattrol scenes of the warrior played in my head by foreign media, the first thought that came to my mind was.
“Let’s hit it, Sitpal.”
It was really like chasing.
I’ve been spinning my real, fucking, not-so-nice brain like crazy and coming up with a couple of plans, and this damn warrior makes them all useless.
Even if some of the strongest henchmen are sent far away to make them defenseless and openly advertised to come to kill them, they will go to the most difficult henchman and get robbed.
In the Mansion of Mist, if you’re curious about my weakness, I openly gave you a chance to tell you, but I haven’t received any proper information…
In case it would be difficult to deal with me with just a few colleagues, I had prepared allies as part of it, but I kicked it with my feet.
So the conclusion that came to my mind was that it was useless to plan anything against this damned warrior. Why? Anyway, this fuck will just ruin! What’s even more upsetting is that I have no awareness that Ji is ruining my plans! I don’t know if it’s intentionally ruining it, but I’m saying I’ll do my best, but it only brings the worst results, so I get more angry.
So I just stopped thinking.
*
Fuck! Fuck! Fain! Fain!
As the thick, vicious cock forced the cramped vagina and swelled up inside, it was hard to believe that it was a sound produced during sex. It was a bloody sound that anyone could see was beating a person, but the obscene sound of water splattering between the sounds seemed to remind listeners that this noise wasn’t just assault, it was just rough sex.
“Ahh! It’s hot! It’s intense today…!♥”
“So, don’t you like it?”
Puck! Fuck! Fain! Fain! Fain!
“Umm… I rather like it… ♥ I really like the animal-like figure too! ♥”
And the groans you hear are not from one person.
“HaahhhhhoI.” Oh, I’m going to go again with my fingers … ♥
“Hugh…! Bar, stepping on your pussy with your feet…! It’s so humiliating…! I’m sure it should make you feel bad… Somehow, somehow it’s getting really hot…! Eh, this might be pretty good.” …!♥”
“Aww…! Go, gas sound… Like a toy, it’s violently rubbed and gone…!♥”
“Oh, Oh Oh…! Oh Oh Oh…!♥”
I fell into lust with the feeling that I was being pursued anyway. There were a lot of rumors that she was promiscuous, but if someone saw this, they would think that the rumors were very understated.
No matter where the hero did what he did, whether the old wizard masturbated while watching women having sex with me on the other side of the wall, I didn’t care and gave myself over to pleasure with a feeling of half-desperation, teasing him as he pleases. One person wasn’t enough, so I just dragged them into the bed and hugged several people at the same time.
