Not All Heroes From Earth Are Bad-Chapter 260

Three days have passed since the Empire’s Sacrifice was activated.

The continent was still unable to regain its senses from this bolt from the blue that struck without warning.

What should this be called?

A Deusis believers’ riot? An uprising?

No, its impact level is different from being treated as such things.

The current situation has reached a point where we need to worry about the survival of humans as a species, beyond the existence of nations.

Except for Gatren.

In typical nations, the proportion of Deusis believers is about 30-40%.

More than one-third of the entire population instantly became murderous demons.

And these are murderous demons possessing power exceeding well-trained elite soldiers.

Their physical strength is more than twice that of normal people, and they recover from ordinary wounds in an instant.

The only way to kill them is to strike vital points decisively, like destroying the head or heart or cutting off the neck.

When murderous demons with such terrifying specs appear in masses, which nation could withstand it?

“Currently, only the Kingdom of Domis, Kingdom of Agros, Kingdom of Penten, and Kingdom of Chersi have not had their capitals fallen.”

“Only four places?”

“The remaining kingdoms have all had their capitals fall, and royalty, nobles, and commoners alike have all taken to refugee flight.”

“Hmm…”

Orlaben Grimier stroked his mustache and fell into thought.

‘There’s no answer at this rate. Accepting more refugees is also a problem. We need to coordinate with other kingdoms somehow.’

Currently, the Drason Empire was about to burst from refugees flooding in from all over the continent.

This was inevitable because Drason was currently the safest nation on the continent.

Among all nations, Drason had the lowest proportion of Deusis believers and simultaneously possessed the strongest military power.

Naturally, suppression didn’t require much difficulty, and they drove out the Deusis faith from most of their territory in just two days.

Thanks to this, hearing the news from other destroyed kingdoms, streams of refugees continue to arrive in real-time even now.

‘First, those cowards from Penten won’t step forward.’

The Kingdom of Penten is a nation with the continent’s highest weapon production capability.

However, for some reason, they’ve long advocated neutrality and refused diplomatic relations with other countries except for trade.

Even if told this was the time when everyone needed to join forces, there was a high possibility they wouldn’t even listen.

‘Agros is not good geographically. They probably won’t hold out long.’

The Kingdom of Agros possessed naval power at the continent’s highest level.

The problem is that their territory is isolated land surrounded by the Holy Empire of Gatren.

While there were the Odria City-State Alliance and several small and medium kingdoms nearby, all have been destroyed.

Information has already come in that a large group of fanatics departing from Gatren is heading toward the Kingdom of Agros.

The Kingdom of Agros, left alone, won’t hold out long.

‘The Kingdom of Domis has the highest possibility, if anything.’

The Kingdom of Domis.

Famous as the kingdom of knights.

Few believe in the Deusis faith, and it’s a traditionally powerful nation with strong military power.

Geographically too, it’s right next to Drason, making it the best condition for cooperation.

‘And the Kingdom of Chersi…’

Orlaben Grimier, who was continuing his thoughts, furrowed his brow.

“Wait, did you just say the Kingdom of Chersi?”

“Yes. The Kingdom of Chersi is currently also defending their capital Chersilton.”

The Kingdom of Chersi is a small nation between Gatren and Drason.

Recently, it became a topic of conversation on the continent for signing peace and non-aggression treaties with the demon race.

“How did the Kingdom of Chersi not fall?”

The Kingdom of Chersi was originally under Gatren’s sphere of influence and accordingly had a high proportion of Deusis believers.

Their military power isn’t that strong either.

This is natural since they’re a small country with territory not even one-twentieth of the Drason Empire.

It was incomprehensible how such a small kingdom remained safe in this turmoil.

“Well… It’s reported that King Ian Del Chersi personally led troops and quickly pacified the uprising.”

“That’s why I’m asking how that was possible.”

“I apologize. The detailed circumstances weren’t written in the report.”

“We need to know detailed information from now on. No, I should speak directly with King Ian Del Chersi, so make contact.”

“Yes.”

After the Kingdom of Agros falls, Gatren’s next target will become the Drason Empire.

The arrival of a massive tidal wave is a confirmed future.

If handled well, they might be able to use the Kingdom of Chersi, located between both nations, as a breakwater.

***

Ian Del Chersi.

There were two things she did first when she ascended to the throne.

One was a large-scale purge.

The other was cultivating elite troops.

Neither was particularly difficult.

Because many nobles had already died in the incident that occurred on the day she ascended to the throne.

Dealing with the few remaining nobles was simple.

After the purge, she cultivated elite troops who followed only her orders.

In the past, there would have been resistance with excuses like ‘it will upset the Empire’s mood’ or ‘the kingdom’s finances cannot handle it,’ but now no nobles remained to voice such opinions.

Thanks to this, the cultivation of elite troops progressed quickly.

There was no shortage of funds needed for cultivation.

The treasury was overflowing with assets confiscated while sweeping away most of the nation’s high nobles.

As a result, the Kingdom of Chersi had stronger royal authority than any other nation and established a perfect centralized system.

Having a small territory acted as an advantage in this situation.

“Once we clean up the palace, we’ll recapture the capital Chersilton.”

Thanks to various conditions being met, the Kingdom of Chersi was able to stabilize its capital faster than any other nation.

“Don’t hesitate and cut off their breath decisively. You must cut their necks.”

The brilliant woman understood how to subdue the fanatics and gave orders.

Although the labor force was more important than anything in this era, she didn’t hesitate for a moment about having to kill her own citizens.

The newly cultivated elite troops were the same.

They mercilessly killed citizens in the capital, even their own families.

Thanks to the emotionally dry king and the soldiers who followed such a woman, the Kingdom of Chersi blocked the Empire’s Sacrifice with minimal damage.

“Hehehe! Open the gate!”

“Let’s go to rest! Uhehe! To rest!”

“Aaaaaah!”

And now, three days have passed.

Ian Del Chersi was looking outside from atop the castle walls.

A group of fanatics from somewhere was roughly pushing against the castle gate.

“Pour the oil.”

“Yes.”

The pre-prepared boiling oil falls down.

Sssssssss-!

“Aaaaaah! Divine punishment!”

“Hot! Hehe! God is angry! Hahaha!”

The screams of fanatics can be heard.

They didn’t die even as their limbs melted.

They transformed into grotesque figures, repeatedly melting and regenerating their skin.

A grotesque sight enough to make one’s skin crawl just by looking.

However, Ian’s eyes watching this contained no emotion whatsoever.

“Mage. Is the fire magic preparation complete?”

“Preparation is complete.”

“Activate it.”

At her order, the prepared magic was fired.

Flames were poured over the people drenched in hot oil.

Whoosh!

“Hahahaha! Divine punishment…! Divine…”

“Hehe… Rest has come…”

The screams mixed with laughter subsided.

The nauseating smell of burning flesh rose up.

Even fanatics couldn’t endure being drenched in hot oil and burning.

“Clean up. The corpses must be gathered and burned once more to make sure.”

“I receive your command.”

The knight bowed his head and disappeared at her command.

Now they need to clear hundreds of corpses piled in front of the castle walls by mobilizing citizens.

Ian didn’t bother using soldiers for such dirty work.

Instead, she forcibly conscripted and deployed citizens.

Most people ended up stuck at home anyway, unable to leave the city.

Helping with such menial tasks is serving the nation.

There was resistance.

No, rather it was quite severe.

Since relatively wealthy people resided in the capital, resistance was bound to be more intense.

However, Ian didn’t bat an eye.

“Since food supplies aren’t good anyway, this worked out well.”

Overnight, hundreds of citizens died.

With their necks cut off.

The resistance quickly subsided.

And the citizens became obedient, well-behaved children.

“How is the investigation going? Is it still the same state?”

“Yes. After observing for 3 days, there’s no change. They’re still showing strong aggression while seeking their god.”

Along with what was mentioned earlier, Ian started one research on the first day of the calamity.

That is research on the fanatics.

It involves capturing fanatics without killing them and observing various reactions.

“Not eating food, let alone drinking water, and not sleeping while rampaging for 3 days straight. How is this possible?”

“We’re mainly investigating the corpses, but we still can’t grasp anything. As for mind control, the principle by which it works…”

“So you don’t know anything at all.”

For a moment, a cold glint flashed in Ian’s eyes.

The person reporting flinched in surprise and bowed his head.

“I-I’m sorry! Your Majesty!”

“It’s fine, please continue your efforts.”

“Of course!”

“Just remember that we don’t have much time left.”

“Yes!”

The reporter bows his head once again.

He interpreted ‘no time’ as food shortage in his own way, but that wasn’t Ian’s intended meaning.

‘The fanatics flooding into the capital now are just a fraction of a fraction. The real thing hasn’t started yet.’

The countless subjects in the Holy Empire of Gatren.

People numbering tens of times the population of the Kingdom of Chersi would have all become fanatics.

What are they doing now?

‘For now, they’ll clear the nations behind them first. We’re next after that.’

Areas not bordering Drason, centered on Gatren.

They will first deal with nations in isolated regions like Agros or the Odria City-State Alliance.

Next is the Drason Empire.

The Kingdom of Chersi is on that path, so it will clearly be dealt with along the way.

In other words, millions of fanatics will flood here soon.

‘They can move 24 hours without tiring. When assuming that, at fastest a week. At least within two weeks…’

Not much time was left.

Within that time, they need to find a way to repel them as much as possible, and if they can’t, they must abandon the capital and flee.

Just as Ian Del Chersi was organizing her thoughts.

“Your Majesty. We’ve received contact from the Drason Empire.”

“Drason?”

Her advisor brought a communication crystal along with the communication mage.

“Yes. It’s Duke Orlaben Grimier.”

A familiar name.

Drason’s Duke, Orlaben Grimier.

The Emperor’s right hand and one of the top five nobles in the Drason Empire.

Though unofficial, he had visited the Kingdom of Chersi several times, so they were acquainted.

She immediately received the communication crystal.

“You were looking for me?”

-This is Drason’s Duke, Orlaben Grimier. Your Majesty. I apologize for the sudden contact.

“It’s fine. Given the current situation.”

It wasn’t a time to leisurely observe formalities and coordinate schedules, so she didn’t want to be particular about trivial matters.

Besides, the other party is an Imperial Duke.

“So. What’s the matter?”

-I’ll speak directly. I request cooperation from the Kingdom of Chersi. Along with information exchange, we plan to form a joint front through military operations.

The corner of Ian’s mouth slightly rose.

An empire lowering its pride and requesting cooperation from a small nation.

She wasn’t foolish enough to be intoxicated by such a thing.

She smiled because she understood the intentions behind Orlaben Grimier’s words.

“So. You need meat shields to put in front of the incoming fanatics?”

-… I won’t deny it, but this will benefit the Kingdom of Chersi too. Your kingdom’s national power won’t be able to stop the enemy anyway.

“I’ll politely decline.”

-Your Majesty. You must make a wise decision.

“It’s unreasonable for us to negotiate as equals right now. So I’ll contact you again soon. With conditions the Empire won’t be able to refuse.”

-Your Majesty! Now is not the time for…

Ian terminated the communication.

The retainers beside her looked at her with deathly expressions.

“Your Majesty… Shouldn’t we receive the Empire’s help…?”

“That’s right. We might need to flee to the Drason Empire if things go wrong…”

The retainers spoke as if truly prepared for death.

At this rate, they’ll be torn apart by fanatics anyway.

Since they’ll die, either way, they wanted to grasp at even straws.

However, Ian ignored their words.

She looked at the royal mage.

“Can you prepare for spatial movement to the opposite side of the continent?”

“Your Majesty. Where exactly do you mean by the opposite side of the continent…?”

“The Demon King’s castle.”

At the words ‘Demon King’s castle,’ everyone’s eyes widened.

Could she be requesting help from the demon race now?

The doubt quickly became a reality.

“I need to meet the Demon King.”

A joint front between humans and demons.

That was the only way out that Ian could think of.

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