I Reincarnated as a Villain of an RPG, But I Want to Survive

Before I had time to do so, I heard a scream from inside the city.

"Wow!? What? Rats? Rats!?"

"Something's glowing blue and white, what is this?!?"

"I'm climbing on my body!?"

"Something's going on!? Wow, the weapon!? The armor!?"

"The rat will ruin it!?"

My created spiritual rats have the properties of growing infinitely.

Even if you cut or slap it and destroy it, every fragment of it becomes a new spiritual rat and comes back to life.

Split at a rate of one every twenty seconds without having to tap.

So now there are hundreds of spiritual rats roaming in the city.

I can't stay very calm.

They're not just weird, they're harmful.

"Getting more and more twisted!? Trees, iron!?"

"The sword broke from the roots!? The armor is full of holes!?"

"Hey, no! Don't beat me!? Soitz and the others beat me up more!

"So what are we going to do!? How are they going to stop him?!?"

"Coming in through any small gap!? Can't even tighten it out!?"

"Ahhh!? Nice in your skirt!?"

"They're in the pantry!? They're eating up their wheat reserves. Yeah!?"

"Stop. Yeah, yeah! Don't cross the pillars. Yep!?"

……

It's about time.

"Let's go into the city."

"Huh? Are you saying you could have controlled it?

Greiluga had also heard a snort cry from outside the town, but she was just confused without being able to grasp the situation.

"I think the resistance could have been perfectly powerless. It's okay."

"Are you serious...!?"

Entering with Greiluga.

The barricades that blocked the entrance and exit of the city were also torn apart by the rats and allowed to enter and exit.

In the city, it was noisy.

Every resident has a flock of spiritual rats in dozens of units and they just say, 'If you move, I'll kill you'.

The armament has been torn apart for a long time, and what happens if the flesh is torn with teeth that tear off such iron?

I guess that degree of imagination works for the countrymen too, there was no one trying to move to intercept just because they were staring at us for breaking in.

"Don't move like that. The spiritual rats will bite and shred their flesh and bones with one of my instructions."

I'll give you a warning for once.

I have to make sure I'm the one who put the spiritual rat on it.

Here and now, the city of Ilunne is completely dominated by spiritual rats.

"I was going to fully understand. The threat to you...!

Says Greiluga as he walks side by side next door.

"But I still didn't seem to understand enough. Your Special Attack is extremely powerful, even one-on-one... but the true value of it will only be played out in a mass battle!?"

That's right.

Spiritual rats that keep increasing infinitely attack range if you ask me.

I can root out those who are within a certain range.

The same number can be controlled because it is a "group" that boasts a number. Am I not the only one among the Twelve Apostles who can use this characteristic?

"'Rat' wasn't a hassle beast, was it?

"That's not the only advantage of being a group. Rats as units of attack. Every one of them is judgmental. It's easy to tell what attacks you because of and what doesn't."

Yes.

"Not a single casualty has come out while controlling the city because of it. Because the rats confined and destroyed only the armaments. On top of that, it strikes important facilities, such as food and buildings, to take away the will to fight. I've never seen such vibrant urban repression."

Even with the same range of attacks, a magical flame or storm would not have done this very well.

The unit of attack itself is judgmental… and with a terribly fine supermajority judgment, if you can tell the target of the attack.

Even if something that can be broken and something that can't be broken is mixed with persimmon seeds and peanuts, it can be easily sorted.

The bloodless powerlessness of enemy groups was the backbone of our Holy Beast Intelligence Ceremony.

But well, thanks to that............

"There was no turn for me at all......!

Although Greiluga was also set to dusk.

... if you control it so vividly, you really don't have time for the rest of us to intervene, do you?

But it's okay.

"This is where you come in."

"Really?

"Yes, this is the residence of the mayor."

We are walking through the city of Ilunne with our faces, and the wrong people are swarmed by spiritual rats and unable to move.

If you get to the back of the middle city like that and what you encounter is a fine building.

How great people are at home.

"Though -"

Open the gate and enter without saying no.

Inside the mansion and further behind…….

Then there was a skinny middle-aged man who looked nervous.

"I'm the city manager..."

"He's crowded with thoughtless rats, too. Then there's no escape."

That's the thing.

In contrast, the mayor should confirm our entry…….

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!?"

I cried out in fear.

Still, I can't get away with being swarmed by rats.

"It's a pitiful scream. Couldn't you even assume confrontation with the enemy at the time you planned the rebellion?

There were other city executives in the mayor's room, relatives, soldiers of the escort, but all of them can't be subdued by my spiritual rats.

The horror would have been engraved.

This is a good time.

"Let's introduce ourselves first! We are the twelve Apostles of the Imperial Guardian Beast, enacted this time! The twelve monsters who will be the empire's strongest warriors! Two of them are me and this one!

Point to Greiluga as Zubisi.

"This one is the first of the Twelve Apostles, Master Greiliuga, to reveal! Again the strongest of the empire's most powerful groups! The best of the best! Undoubled! Unfair!

"Hey, what's that unnatural lifting......?

"And I'm the twelfth Girat!

In a public place like this, I'll name it after the executive.

"Twelve apostles', twelfth man, Girat! I mean the bottom line! Count from the bottom. First! Nice to meet you! By the way, the attack that's taking control of you is by me, so good to see you there!

Is this enough for the name?

"That's the Twelve Apostles...!?"

"Twelve? The bottom line means the weakest……!?"

"The weakest and so strong means how strong is the number one over there...!?"

"Too scared………!?"

All right, the people of Ilunne Street are dancing to the information in a good way.

"No, you know, he's only famous even in twelfth place……………"

"Dear Greiluga!?"

What if they're freaking out because they misunderstand on their own, and they bother correcting it?

Anyway, right now, the moment they're freaking out the most is their chance.

Want to fold all at once.

In speech.

"I will give you my word from Master Greiluga! Answer what you are asked!!"

"You. What kind of setup is that?

"I suppose the fate of this town depends on every single one of your responses!

Shut up.

Guess I'm standing up for you with so much unfamiliar hard work.

Get in my act and forgive me for being the most important person on this scene!

"Hmmm............!

The prince finally read the air.

"Chief of the city of Ilunne. Why did you ignore His Majesty's invitation and fail to reveal our twelve apostles? Give me a reason."

With its commensurate rigour, I blame myself for my mistake in ignoring the instructions given by the Emperor.

From here on out, the fate of this city will depend.

Depending on the response, the Empire will destroy this city. Don't forget that they are an evil empire.

I can't force myself to take refuge either, because if they crush my face, I won't be able to build a battle state.

And the city manager's answer…….

"I knew............!

Hmm?

"I knew you were right! The Emperor is willing to use the Twelve Apostles to kill me! I've already punished you! Whoa, whoa, whoa!?"