The Barbarian, roaring like a beast, was pulled by dozens of members of the Order of Extinction.
Soon, the Barbarian was placed before the Soldiers of Salvation.
“Your Majesty.”
Sarasa began.
“Should we not test to see just how effective the doll of the Wandering King’s envoy really is?”
The dwarf king nodded his head.
Though it looked convincingly strong, the power of the Soldiers of Salvation was currently unknown.
Having received the king’s blessings to continue, Sarasa chanted a brief spell with a faint smile.
A black flame erupted around the Soldiers of Salvation and the Barbarian, which transformed into a formless barrier of sorts.
It was the same barrier often cast by the Order of Extinction to protect their casters.
“Let us bear witness to its usefulness.”
Sarasa flicked her finger once.
Then, the dozens of men who were holding the Barbarians sequentially let go of their chains.
“What are you doing?”
Aquiroa shouted at Sarasa angrily with a voice mixed with confusion.
Sarasa just smirked maliciously.
“You wench!!!”
Aquiroa shouted, but her voice was drowned out immediately by the roar of the Barbarian.
The furious Barbarians charged straight towards the Soldiers of Salvation.
The Soldiers of Salvation changed parts of their flexible bodies to razer blades to try and fight against the Barbarian, but it turned out to be futile.
The Soldiers of Salvation were no match for the Barbarian. The ferocious Barbarian mercilessly beat the Soldiers of Salvation and tore them to shreds right in front of everyone.
It was a three-to-one match, but it turned out to be a completely one-sided massacre.
“How unremarkable.”
Saying so, Sarasa Xero chanted a spell in a low voice.
The temperature within the barrier dropped rapidly.
The Barbarian who defeated the Soldiers of Salvation shivered terribly, before something exploded close to his heart.
It was an explosion of cold.
Spikes of ice exploded in every which direction like a porcupine, piercing through the Barbarian’s heart.
The powerful Barbarian had a look of terror as it fell like a great timber.
All those who bore witness to this scene could not hide their surprise.
It was the same with Sungchul.
‘I have never seen such magic before.’
Even the magic formation itself was something new to him.
Even if he were to compare it to every Ice Magic he had ever seen, no other Ice magic even resembled the spell Sarasa just used.
‘Could it be that she managed to get that spell from a God’s Dungeon?’
Even during her time at Airfruit Magic Academy, Sarasa was quite a powerful magician. But she wasn’t so powerful that she should be capable of dealing with a Barbarian in one strike.
Meanwhile, there were nine God’s Dungeons in total.
Sungchul wondered if Sarasa had completed her training in a dungeon he did not know about.
Meanwhile, Aquiroa’s reputation plummeted.
Not only was it exposed to the world that the Soldiers of Salvation she had so confidently promoted was completely useless, but it had done nothing but to further demonstrate the superiority of her opponent.
The Dwarven King no longer so much as looked at Aquiroa.
He had completely lost all interest in Aquiroa and made up his mind that he would no longer listen to her from this moment forward.
And with his legendary stubbornness, it was unlikely that anything could happen that could now sway his mind.
As the king waved his hand, the dwarven soldiers surrounded Aquiroa’s party.
“I’ve let you speak. But the most important thing to us is neither your circumstance nor your support, but the solution to the immediate Barbarian threat.”
Daincraft looked at the corpse of the Barbarian that Sarasa had killed and waved his hand again.
“Please come this way.”
The dwarf soldiers surrounding Aquiroa were trying to drive them out of the reception room.
“You’ll regret this.”
Aquiroa said.
The Dwarven King chuckled and said to Aquiroa who had turned to leave.
“Next time you come here, don’t come empty-handed. By all means, bring Fal Garaz. Then perhaps I’ll consider listening to what you have to say.”
The king jeered at her.
Hundreds of dwarves present in the audience chamber laughed in unison, mocking Aquiroa and her followers.
Although the person inside was different, this was the moment that the last shred of reputation Aquiroa had as the second Champion of the Continent had evaporated.
Sungchul watched Aquiroa’s ruin with indifference.
All eyes now focused on Sarasa Xero, who was the only one remaining.
After expressing her gratitude to the king who had supported her with a small bow, Sarasa Xero spoke in her unique, vibrant, and sprightly voice.
“I would like to first start by thanking you, my majesty, for making a wise decision. But, as you are no doubt aware, the crisis looming over the Dwarven Kingdom is present and ongoing.”
At Sarasa Xero’s gesture, Deckard, who had been standing behind her, pulled out a scroll from his sleeve.
It was a metallic scroll bursting with some profane heretical energies.
Sungchul recognized at a glance that the scroll was to be treated with extreme caution.
[That is a dangerous object.]
A voice resonated within him.
Whose it was, he could not tell. But the voice’s assessment perfectly aligned with Sungchul’s own.
“How about making a move now?”
Arkaard, who had guided him this far, looked at Sungchul and spoke in a low voice.
With the nuisance gone, it meant that Sungchul should negotiate with the Dwarf King himself according to his own will.
“I’ll lead the way whenever you are ready,” Arkaard offered.
“Please wait a moment.”
Sungchul couldn’t take his eyes off the scroll in Deckard’s hand.
‘It’s somewhat similar to the God’s Word. But I can sense a warped and twisted malevolence from it that nothing I know can even compare to.’
The feelings Sungchul was experiencing were transmitted to Bertelgia through his heart.
“Is there something?”
“Yes.”
Sungchul kept a watchful eye on the situation, nodding his head.
Sarasa was walking in front of the king with a graceful gait, speaking in a soft voice.
“This scroll contains an unimaginably old primordial power. Once manifested, it can upheave the world and change everything. However, like all mythological and legendary objects, not just anyone can draw upon the power of this scroll. Only His Majesty, the dwarf among dwarfs, the very embodiment of stone, can harness its true power.”
“And with it, equivalent risk, no doubt.”
The king said.
Upon hearing the king’s words, Sarasa gave a faint smile.
“Surely it’s not worse than the Barbarian invasion.”
“…”
There is nothing heavier than the truth.
The king’s face hardened.
“According to intelligence, the Barbarians are amassing troops near the border. They will soon launch another attack on your fortress. We are more than willing to assist in the defense, but as you know, sacrifices are inevitable.”
A deep sigh escaped from Daincraft’s mouth.
A sacrifice for the Lesser God’s advent.
Not anyone could be sacrificed.
Only those who do not lose themselves amidst intense pain in the face of death, who willingly set their own bodies ablaze for a singular purpose, are qualified to become a sacrifice.
However, how many such individuals could there be?
Already, countless loyal subjects of kings have fallen, turned into kindling to feed the black flames.
“From what I can tell, the Dwarven Kingdom can only last another month or so at this rate.”
She turned to look at the elders standing behind the King.
When she first appeared in the court, there were twenty elders behind the king. But now, the number of remaining elders was just six.
More than half has been oxidized into flames in defense of the Kingdom.
“We can’t stay here forever. We will leave once the defensive line breaks. But we, the Order of Extinction, does not want the Dwarven Kingdom to perish in vain.”
Deckard stepped forward once again and offered a scroll.
“Please accept this. Consider using it in a last resort in case of emergency.”
This was an explicit coercion.
That’s how it appeared in Sungchul’s eyes.
The Dwarf King probably saw it the same way.
However, his position was different from Sungchul’s.
The King had a kingdom and people he had to protect.
Even if the method was unproven and of a doubious origin, if he could save his Kingdom, there was nothing he couldn’t do.
Despite strong doubts in the king’s heart, as Sarasa said, he had no time to delay.
The king raised his head listlessly.
“Hear me.”
The king’s soldiers saluted.
“Go accept that scroll.”
The appearance of Aquiroa must have played a major role in changing the mind of this stubborn man.
What he had expected was an alternative proposal for the preservation of his Kingdom, but the only thing that she accomplished was leaving the king with a grave sense of disappointment.
To change his mind, it should have been not Aquiroa but that man.
The man with black hair, a man who had been as hard as rock. One who was called the Enemy of the World.
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