Chapter 348 – Libra (4)

Yggdrasil is under siege.

Looking at this sentence alone, something is very dangerous, urgent situation, and no matter how many times I think about it, it feels like it’s fucked up.

In fact, not at all.

What was the reason for concentrating power on Yggdrasil in the first place? Wasn’t it because he was trying to take advantage of the home ground to fight against the ugly army of prosperous people?

So the siege of Yggdrasil itself is not that surprising.

… The problem is that the surrounding troops were beyond imagination.

“My God, the light.”

“Did you call me?”

“Ah, I’ll borrow your ears for a while while I’m here.”

He poked his head out and touched the ears of the Solari, examining the ugly army of prosperous beyond the walls.

First of all, the first thing I saw were several fucking meat trees towering in the distance. Probably set up one for each buff range.

Other than that, there were people whose arms and legs were replaced with tentacles, probably due to the influence of authority, people who danced in courtship toward me in revealing clothes, and there were bitches who were having an orgy without even setting up a tent.

With Eumma, who bets on who fights farther, giving a giant goblin that can easily receive high-level magic if they unite.

Even a goblin who plays around with prisoners with a sexual desire that is even pure, and is intent on destroying them.

I felt like I was going to be mesmerized by the unbridled spectacle that I couldn’t imagine being on the verge of war.

I didn’t know it would be like this…

The quantity and quality of troops is as expected. No, a little less than expected.

It’s probably because we’ve been working as special forces and reducing it. It is said that I have never been hit properly, but advanced magic is so powerful that it is called siege magic.

However, the scene in front of her was beyond her imagination. To the point where even touching Solari’s fluffy ears doesn’t calm him down easily.

“I can understand your name. This is really ‘ugly’ flourishing.”

“… Huh. God’s name is not given by oneself, but is born naturally from the faith of believers. I have no choice but to clearly express my essence.”

At first glance, it’s very erotic, but it also looks like a festival. However, this is only for the followers of ugly prosperity.

Those who do not follow her… Even at this moment, I was thoroughly trampled on for the pleasure of a moment.

Meat trees are basically consumables. Since the buff is continuously being sprayed, when the inherent power runs out, that’s it. It lowers its stiff head and rots in an instant.

However, there is nothing more dangerous than losing a buff in the middle of a battle. So, they decided to charge up their power a bit.

How?

By killing women who had collected a large amount of semen to the point of bursting their stomachs, and absorbing them into the meat tree.

Those monstrous objects are the tombs of those who were raped and their lives and death were violated.

Those whose limbs have been replaced by tentacles, and at the ends of which they carry wandering people as if intoxicated.

These were captives whose minds were broken, dancing vulgarly in revealing costumes that even prostitutes wouldn’t wear. Anyone is fine, so please run and beg.

Then, what happened to the POWs that weren’t broken yet?

This is the case with those who are surrounded and humiliated by goblins right in front of them.

For an elf who values ​​chastity, nothing is as disgraceful as public humiliation.

I am afraid to know what they are thinking or muttering as they look up at the World Tree.

Lastly, what would the female demons who doted on the gigantic goblins do with their gigantic genitals that they couldn’t wrap with their hands?

Male or female, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, as if there were holes in it, they recklessly shoved people in.

Of course, there’s no way he’ll be fine with his body structure. Everyone screams and dies as their lower bodies are smashed, but the umma don’t care and just increase their spurt.

To them, unbelievers are disposable onaholes, just tissues to be used and discarded.

“I knew it in my head… Seeing it in person makes me feel different.”

H&A was a game for all ages. It is said that there were parts that received information through Fafnir, but could not make it as it was.

There were several scenes that were appropriately refined or skipped for deliberation, and the scene in front of my eyes was probably one of them.

But. How would you put this into the game? At the point of briefly explaining it in text, the unknown developer did their best.

“Yandel? Are you okay?”

Worried voice. And the feel of the tail tickling my thighs as if patting my back woke me from thought.

“Yes. What. Are you okay. It’s a shock, but it’s okay now. But…”

“But?”

“I am a little angry.”

The Solari holds me in high regard, but I have never considered myself righteous in my life.

However, rather than being busy fighting, the ugly prosperous army that revealed its true colors made even me angry.

Coexistence with evil spirits is also impossible. How can I live well among such people?

So the apostolate of ugly prosperity is also an offer that should never be accepted.

Even if adverse circumstances arise, accepting the offer of the ministry may save one’s life. Maybe not only me but also my party can survive together.

… But in the end, that’s just life surviving.

An apostle is no different from an alter ego of a god, and an existence that has no choice but to slowly assimilate to that god, whether they like it or not.

I don’t know if it’s like Helena and Solari, who got along well from the start, but what about ugly flourishes and me, who have nothing in common except that we have a strong sex drive?

Simple. I am led astray by the filthy prosperity. And the ugly nature of prosperity will be far more repulsive than what is now unfolding before your eyes.

What I am not me. Can you describe it as surviving? The answer was fixed.

No.

… It was time to come to that conclusion.

The ugly Prosperity, who only surrounded and played among themselves, spoke to them.

This time, an unknown cultist trudged along and stopped right in front of the barrier spread out a little further than the walls of Yggdrasil.

And a tremendous swaying divine power. An overwhelming presence descended to the ground along with the familiar phenomenon of melting the body of a cultist who could not stand it.

[Ah. Can you hear me?]

In order to minimize the effect of the Power of Enchantment, I applied soundproofing magic to cover Yggdrasil, even blocking out the sound.

The ugly prosperous seemed to laugh at all these efforts, and casually passed his will beyond the barriers and magic.

A sweet voice that echoes from the inside of your head, not through your ears.

Somehow he noticed it even from a distance, borrowed the body of a cultist and looked straight this way, the ugly prosperity continued.

[I can hear you well. Then I’d like to hear the answer to my proposal.]

“…”

As I was staring at it wondering what kind of trick this was, the ugly prosperous began to speak freely.

[Huh. Are you still hesitating? Do you really think you can win by seeing this gap with your own eyes?]

[Of course, it’s the baby’s freedom to think so… I don’t know if others feel the same way.]

[I promised you. If only you would be mine, I would gladly withdraw from this world.]

[He said he could bring others with him if he wanted… Do you think it’s a rejection?]

[But it’s okay. I like to be forced. Of course, in the process, these many elves will decrease a little, and they may become honest with their desires.]

[Is it all your fault, Yandel? I must have given you a chance.]

No, but that chewy. Let’s listen, let’s listen, now they’re trying to blame me.

He must have heard of a ploy to isolate me from the seething silence and copied it. Know. I know but… I couldn’t help but be upset.

So instead of answering, he cast the magic he had prepared while the ugly prosperous fluttered for a long time.

“[He who walks the winding and dark road. You who hide in the gloomy valley. Borrowing the authority of the sun, I inform you. This is the fire of purification, the light of judgment. It’s time to get weighed down by your own karma.]”

Magic that requires quite a long preparation time and chanting even with the use of the spirit. Of course, the amount of magic attribute consumed is also beyond imagination.

There is only one reason.

Force. It gave up all other parts only to increase its power.

As if to prove this, the flaming giant sword escaping from the magic circle drawn high in the sky had a tremendous sense of intimidation.

If ordinary high-level magic can’t break through the ugly defense of prosperity, wouldn’t it be better to use non-ordinary magic?

Iris’ Elemental Burst, comparable to Iona’s Chepes. The strongest blow I can cast right now.

I put that starter word in my mouth.

“[Funishment!]”

First bread victory… !