Dungeon Defense (WN)

Thirty seconds.

The Demon Kings who have devoted most of their lives to the mountain tribe are too short to decide whether or not to betray their faction. But Barbatos would have known that it was better not to have enough time. The Mountain Demon Kings were clearly shaken.

“ ……. ”

It's been, like, ten seconds. An old man lowers his weapon and walks to the Bumblebuck Plains. The Mountain Demon Kings scream in horror.

“Morax!”

“You're betraying your faction! ”

It was the former Demon King Morax in the 21st place. Morax glances back at his colleagues, or those who were early allies, with a bloodshot face.

“I did not betray my faction. It was Lord Citri who betrayed the mountain tribes. King Pymon thought of the comfort of the spiritual people first, and most of all, of the future of the Horsemen. Citri betrayed the vision of such a Python king. I'm sick of it.”

Morax sighs. The old gentleman's beard trembles.

“The great ideals are nothing but political fights over faction logic... … So long as we reconstruct the mountain tribes with Citri, what remains?" As long as it's for the witches? What right do we have to call the Demon King after killing 100,000 horses? ”

Morax stares at Citri. The old man's eyes, hidden in thick wrinkles, glow with hostility.

“I was the first to advise Belial to change his faction. ”

“Wha...! ”

“The trick was to see what Citri would do if a deserter came out. ”

The Mountain Demon Kings were in shock, while their craftsmen Morax and Citruman were silently staring at each other. Morax opened his thick lips.

“You could say you've tested it in your old man's way. After all, Citri was already a criminal who massacred countless civilians. It was okay to leave the Faction at that point, but I wanted to try one last time. I wonder if he is worthy of succeeding King Pymon... ”

“ ……. ”

“The result is what everyone here knows. Citri didn't even give Belial a chance to publicly protest. The imminent execution was both illegal and barbaric. The old man realized that the Demon King Citri was the only one who could solve all problems with blood...! ”

Morax grudgingly squeezed out his lungs.

Citri did not respond to him. Her purple eyes enter the safe house and never blur. I just stared straight at the target with clear eyes. I felt the silence of words in that gaze.

Ahh.

I'm the only one here.

Citri was the only one who understood what she was saying.

─ If Pymon was so precious, why didn't he save her before?

Citri said nothing, but I was able to read a thousand words and a hundred sentences from Citri's gaze. No, not exactly. Citri was speaking with her eyes. It was just that no one understood it except me.

─ When Pymon's sister almost died in the Lunar War. When Mana fell into ruins, and her right to take her life was handed over to Dantalian -- why didn't anyone run to Dantalian and beg him to save her?

─ Why?

─ How come I'm the only mountain ranger in the entire faction with the most manpower?

─ Hypocrites.

The tip of the Citri blade is very slight, but it tilts.

While she was silent, the Mountain Demon Kings moved their golden feet. Once Morax escapes, he slowly pulls out of line, one or two by one, to see if he feels less burdened. In the meantime, Citri is holding up her sword straight and straight.

─ You're all hypocrites.

─ When in your favor, you surrender to your faction. Praise her posture and dress her up with all kinds of fancy words. But at least pretend you don't know when you're going to get hurt.

─ You guys didn't intentionally move when you thought she was gonna get dumped. I was worried that if I imparted the impression of my sister Pymon's side, I would get hurt next time.

─ Sister.

─ My sister was much more...... valuable than you guys.

─ I should have let you all die and let you live.

─ It was the right shape of the world……!

It's been more than five minutes.

Thirty seconds had passed long before the promise, but Barbatos extended the grace period by pretending not to know. Over time, of course, the Mountain Demon Kings left Citri's side. Citri didn't open her mouth, and she didn't even give them a look.

As a result.

The remaining Demon Kings of Citri ― two.

There were only two.

Eight out of ten have escaped. Eight. Overwhelming proportion. A truly overwhelming proportion, the Mountain Demon Kings have betrayed their faction for hundreds of years, for thousands of years.

“Kohath.”

Barbato bursts into laughter. I laughed because it was pleasant and unbearable.

“Look, boys. This is the essence. This is the essence of ideals and beliefs that Python bitch has been bragging about. The true appearance of a faction where everyone is equally and peacefully participating is such a pity! ”

Barbato's expression distorted with a smile. It was ugly because it twisted with its ears (Qi).

“The reason the mountain tribes are no longer as good as they once were! It's okay to betray now, or it's okay to betray, but it's not a betrayal at all...! And practical threats! If you don't betray here, you may die, which is why you have to betray now! ”

Barbato grins earnestly, revealing his white teeth.

“When the two things come together, ah, the pigs can easily break even thousands of years of vows! This is the mountain wave! We are filthy, vulgar pigs who bragged about the future of Mahjong! ”

“What……. ”

The mood shifts. Eight Demon Kings, who had changed their affiliation to Barbato's speech, hurriedly look around. Immediately before they argue, Barbatos runs out of business.

“Gentlemen, cut off the heads of those howling pigs who know nothing of the subject! ”

And there was blood everywhere.

Brother Veled, Brother Zephar, all the Demon Kings of the Plains have taken up arms as one. Eight traitors who noticed the ominous spies and were wary of their surroundings. Along with Citri, the last three Mountain Demon Kings reached out with their weapons.

The morgue quickly became a mess.

“Khhh! My legs! My leg!”

“Yi, this is the same story! Lord Barbatos! You made a pact to ensure your future position if you led to desertion! ”

Morax screams. Of course, I wondered why the cautious old man had the Ultra River betraying him first, but Barbatos had already conspired.... He was still a loose cannon.

I had no talent for fighting, so I took a step back and was protected by the Neutral Demon Kings. Neutral Demon Kings and Unsubordinated Demon Kings were preparing to intervene, but were not actually involved in the fight. Of course. It was always a battle between the mountains and the plains....

“Hmmm? I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“Grrrgh...! ”

Morax knelt on the floor to see if he had allowed an early strike. All I know is Morax was a wizard. It must be very difficult to practice what you see here with such powerful semienchantments. Barbato, on the other hand, was a black wizard, but his old profession was a warrior. The Pokémon is not the opponent.

Morax screams, holding the iron blood in his forearm.

“Yi, now you come out with a mortar! A pact! A pact is different, Lord Barbatos! ”

“So you said you didn't know why you were sleeping. ”

Barbato grins and wields his sickle.

“I'm not your fuckin 'king. Stupid idiot.”

The scythe severs the center of Morocco's neck precisely. Morax stretches out his right arm and tries to resist, but his whole arm is cut off. It was a quick beheading.

“ ……, ……. ”

Morax's neck sticks to his body for a while. But one second, as this candle flows, the head slides and rolls to the ground. The old man's face twists with humiliation and pain.

“How pitiful.”

Marvas mutters, standing next to me.

“That's not so terrible. ”

“Surprisingly so, Sebastian Krator. Haven't you ever seen anything more horrible? ”

“Apparently, it is. But what's unfolding in front of me right now is not just someone killing someone. We, the Demon Lord, are falling... ”

Was that what it meant? I quietly watched the bloodshed. Obviously, that's the only way to shine it on Marvas.

The blood work ended in twenty minutes.

The winner, of course, was the Flat Wave. The plains were a favorable fight. In that situation, the mountain tribes even divided themselves into traitors and loyalties. Rather, I might have to compliment him for hanging on for 20 minutes.

Mainly thanks to Citri's violent rebellion. Despite the cooperation between Brother Veled and Brother Zephyr, Citri was greatly injured. Citri ruled the battlefield with the same power as the Berserkers.

Unfortunately, Barbato leads the Phantom Demon Kings while the two brothers tie Citri's feet together to clean up the rest of the debris.

Even the Plain Demon Kings were marginally injured, but that's all. Barbato wipes out the remnants, then gives them a hard time, and lightly subdue Citri. Barbato tactically won....

“You're a pretty hard worker. Bitch.”

Barbatos spits. A red needle fell from Citri's face on the floor. Citri is barely breathing with one arm and one leg cut off. I was covered in blood.

“Zephyr. Poor fellow. You're only gonna get one of these bitches so messed up? ”

“I'm sorry, Mr. President. ”

He was relatively good because his right arm was sliced off. In the sense of standing on at least two feet. Barbato glances at you and sells Zephyr for no reason, even on the mediocre axis.

“Damage situation. Report. ”

“You killed eight enemies and captured three. An ally died, three seriously injured. ”

“Ahh? There are three heavy casualties? You're not seriously considering yourself a heavy casualty, are you, Zephyr? I don't know if it went off like Veled did, but where does he fall off the wagon with one arm? ”

“…… Sorry. There are two heavy cases. ”

Barbato snorts.

In Zephyr's report, there was a paradox. Eight enemies were killed, and three were captured alive. Here, eight refer to the Demon Kings who betrayed the mountain tribes.

Even though Barbatos did not warn us beforehand, the Pharisee Demon Kings were relentless in bringing down their iron maces on the traitors, while those who guarded their loyalty to the end held them captive. In fact, this caused the plains to do more damage than I thought.

It's hard enough killing a crazy Citri, and in addition to that, you're still alive. You're out of your mind. Losing your limbs was either a ruthless act of nothing, or a march for the Phantom Demon Kings.

“Here. A new commander of the great and noble mountain tribes. ”

Barbato grabs Citri's hair. Citri is dragged here, without a twitch.

The chairman of tonight's event was Marvas. Barbatos throws the citrus under Marvas' feet. Citri falls to the ground powerlessly. Like a corpse, nothing moves. No, it was actually just a corpse breathing.

“Phew.”

After the storm comes the next silence. Barbatos looks over his shoulder, feeling like he's done. The Phantom Demon Kings leaned on their weapons and sat on the floor. Everyone was exhaling deeply to cool off the excitement of the blood.

A faint murmur spread across the floor of the Sanctuary.

“H-do it. ”

The Demon Kings turned their gaze.

There was citri.

Barbatos was badly impressed.

“Ahh? What? ”

“Th-that's too much……. ”

Something has flowed to the floor. It's not blood. It's a much clearer, blurrier liquid.

― ― For the first time on this day, Citri was tearing up a cold expression.

I couldn't even lift my head because my arms and legs were cut off. It might be the last will and testament. It was a voice drowned in blood. However, Citri sighed and tried to pronounce it as hard as possible, and vomited something that was piled up in her body. I desperately made it redder than a blood clot.

“Pymon, tell your sister……. ”

“ ……. ”

“Apologize... to my sister... ”

Citri was groaning like that.