Challenge: The Fool with the Surname Okayamine

Chapter 159 Beast Saga: The Evil of Slaughter

After a brief pause, Ming took a step forward, and the hearts of the magicians facing him began to pound instinctively, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.

At the same time, twelve demon kings exuding a terrifying aura emerged from his body, surrounding him like loyal guards.

He took his second step with elegance and ease, then opened his arms wide with a powerful and awe-inspiring presence.

His gaze was like a torch, staring straight at the surging army before him, showing no fear.

"Don't...don't be afraid! This monster...I don't think it's anything special, just strange and ugly. It's neither human nor god, just a monster in its heart, like deliberately gilding black mud. It has a disgusting feeling of sanctifying something filthy. But behind us are our families and country to protect, so we must not retreat!"

An unnamed magician standing at the front of the line shouted to his somewhat disheartened companions behind him.

He spoke in Chinese, his voice booming. Although he was an unknown figure, and not even outstanding among magicians, he and others represented the myriad lights of human civilization. Therefore, we must not be afraid, and we must not back down because of fear.

"Yes, behind us are the lights of thousands of homes! We must not back down!"

The morale of the second... third... and indeed the entire unit was greatly boosted, with shouts in languages ​​from various countries and regions echoing through the ranks.

"You're nothing but a rabble, but as your opponents, your resolve is an honor to me. Come! Let me witness your courage!"

As Ming took his third step, the ground beneath his feet trembled, and even the earth's surface seemed to tremble in fear of this unprecedentedly powerful calamity.

Just before taking the fourth step, Artemisia, at the center of the group, took a deep breath, suppressing her fear, and shouted the order:

"Everyone... attack!"

In an instant, everyone was like warriors rushing to the battlefield, charging towards Ming, an absolutely insurmountable building, without hesitation.

Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of empathy.

"Perfect, heroes who went to the battlefield! As a tribute, I will also do my utmost to destroy you all!"

Black feathers fell inexplicably from the sky, a symbol of warriors who, like these warriors, once attempted to cross the sky. People called this—Icarus!

Countless magical bullets rained down from the sky, while those on the ground fought desperately against the monster. But just as their standard lightsabers were about to touch him...

The dozen or so people at the front were as if struck by an irresistible force; their arms and bodies were instantly torn apart by the fierce wind.

The gale, like a ferocious beast, mercilessly tore their bodies into countless tiny pieces, which flew and scattered in the air like a bloody and terrifying rain.

The hail of bullets in the air was absorbed by the spatial portals that appeared one after another, which was followed by the wails of the magicians in the Heavenly Palace.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Amidst the wails, twelve weapons surrounding her flew out and shot towards the enemies further behind.

Ming moved swiftly through the crowd, turning those he touched into charred remains, being stabbed to death by his own weapon, or being crushed into minced meat by the wind pressure surrounding him.

Just as Ming was slaughtering indiscriminately as if he were in an empty field, a short girl in front of him, who was suppressing the wind pressure by activating her Free Domain, slashed at him with her sword.

"You bastard! I will never allow you to hurt any more of my comrades!"

"Ashiri!!"

Artemisia called out the girl's name, but upon seeing this, Ming simply raised his hand, wanting to give the girl his final respect.

Suddenly, a huge pillar of fire, as if a god had descended, ignited in Ming's hand, the raging flames seeming to devour the entire world.

Ashley's body, like a bird heading towards the sun, was instantly engulfed by this powerful force in the black sea of ​​fire that had claimed hundreds of lives.

Nevertheless, Artemisia's magician alliance did not stop their advance.

After witnessing Ashley's previous maneuver of crossing the wind field with her free domain, they did not hesitate to imitate Ashley's actions, and a series of people around them crossed the wind field.

These magicians held only one belief: to fight to the death against the seemingly invincible golden monster before them, at all costs, in order to protect their homeland.

Their figures swayed in the wind, like a group of fearless warriors, fighting fiercely towards Ming.

But beyond the strong winds, raging flames surged like a raging torrent, their intense heat threatening to devour everything in their path.

The icy, biting snow raged like a blizzard, and countless warships pierced through the sky, lurking magicians, including Artemisia's other friend, Leonora Hills.

"Leo!!"

But Artemisia knew it was not the time to counterattack, yet she gripped her weapon tightly, grieving the deaths of her friends.

Even more despairingly, with a wave of Ming's hand, a violent wind, like a roaring dragon, swept across with overwhelming force, leaving behind flying sand and stones, and a scene of utter devastation.

The earthquake triggered by the sound waves beneath one's feet was like the end of the world, with the earth shaking and the sky cracking.

Human strength is utterly powerless in the face of natural disasters, let alone when it is wielded by forces that transcend natural disasters and sweep across the battlefield.

Blood and flesh splattered repeatedly in Ming's eyes, like red raindrops. Because of the protection of fate, he could encounter any form of attack, or even anything at all.

Numbness, fatigue... these were the only emotions Ming felt at that moment.

'Hahaha... If Sawa and Kuriko knew that I had trampled on other people's lives like this, they would definitely be angry with me...'

'I might not be able to forgive myself right now, but this is the only path I can take... I don't deny that there might be better solutions, but this is currently the only way I can express my anger towards that "saintly" man who values ​​time...'

"Aaaaaah, die, beast!"

I don't know how many times this kind of sound has entered my ears, but the next moment I just raise my hand, no matter what ability I use, this sound will immediately turn into a desperate wail.

The sound of the church bells echoed in his ears.

Ming, radiating golden light, burst into laughter amidst the carnage. However, his laughter was not genuine; upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of sadness in his voice.

'It doesn't matter. No one will answer such a voice on the battlefield. I trample on the lives of others like a demon, or take away their loved ones. The soldiers I killed also had families... friends and loved ones...'

Even Ming himself admitted that he might not be as good as Chong Gongmiao, who took away his beloved at that moment.

"Hahahaha... Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Come on! Come quickly! Stop me! Defeat me! Surpass me! Kill me! Avenge those I have killed!"

Ming roared madly on the battlefield shrouded in blood and red mist. At this moment, he was like a walking corpse. Perhaps no one would believe that this monster would feel any remorse.

When exactly did it start...?

After losing Sawa at the beginning, he lived like a walking corpse. He didn't feel guilty at all when he dealt with the two pursuers as a man in black. Perhaps this is what happiness feels like to him.

But what about after joining SSS and meeting companions who were willing to accept him? Gradually, he began to regain his human intellect and also gained some good companions.

'I should also feel fortunate that they weren't on this battlefield...'

Many people say that people can change, right? I think so too, maybe...

But I know better than anyone that dreams eventually end, and after leaving, I gained more companions.

Niya, who is willing to confide in me; the members who care about me, the club president; and Miku, who admires me…

Even after donning the mask of hypocrisy, Shido's genuine kindness made him feel a warmth akin to being embraced by a saint.

But now?

'My hands are already too dirty to wash properly. Of the more than 1 soldiers who originally came to punish me, only a little over 2000 remain. If they hate me, let them hate me as much as they want…'

"Aren't you going to make a move yet? Those guys who call themselves world magicians, or are you afraid? Don't you even have the courage to attack?"

Just as Ming roared furiously, a dazzling light shone from the edge of the battlefield.

The giant hammer that summoned heavenly lightning fell from the sky, accompanied by the blue-green lake light and some insignificant power.

"Damn it, what beast? It's just a butcher in golden guise. And I'm going to settle the score with that stupid green-haired guy too!"

Jolena and Artemisia stood in front of the team and Ming.

"The time has come! Now!"

The battlefield seemed shrouded in endless darkness, instilling a sense of oppression and fear. Yet, within this pitch-black shadow, a glimmer of hope for victory also lingered among those below.

These warships were like steel behemoths, their hulls gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. Each warship was equipped with a powerful weapon system, and missiles and laser cannons rained down like raindrops, carrying the power to destroy everything.

Ming stood on this war-torn land, his figure appearing so small. Above him, the massive warships were like dark clouds that blotted out the sky, completely enveloping him in shadow.

"See that! This is the ultimate masterpiece of various nations' manifestation devices and spells! If it weren't for the immense magical power required to activate it, you wouldn't even know how you died, Beast!"

As Ming watched the barrage of attacks, his smile grew even more arrogant.

He raised his hands, and the twelve Demon King's Swords instantly flew back, spinning rapidly around him to form a solid defensive barrier.

Missiles and light cannons struck the barrier, emitting intense light, but they could not penetrate it even slightly.

"Oh? Is that so? I'm truly sorry, Miss Jolena. However, as a final apology between enemies, I will truly show you the difference between us."

The moment he finished speaking, Ming's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Damn it! You can't take a joke, can you? You know you can't win, yet you still run away!"

"No, it didn't run away. Beast's spiritual energy is still in the same spot... Oh no!"

As Artemis reacted, the clear sky above the warships was suddenly shrouded by a large patch of dark clouds, which seemed to be driven by an invisible hand and quickly gathered together.

A demon king with a sword hilt resembling a pair of rabbit ears appeared in mid-air.

These dark clouds, with their somber color, seemed to foreshadow an impending massive storm.

As dark clouds gathered, frost and snow began to fall in abundance, as if they were formed from the cold winds blowing from the polar regions.

Frost and snow quickly covered the earth, turning everything white.

Moreover, even the waters beyond the Japanese islands began to be affected. The frigid temperatures caused the water to freeze rapidly, forming a thick layer of ice. The ice continued to expand outwards, quickly covering the entire sea surface.

At the same time, the ice storm intensified, forming a powerful tempest. Eventually, this ice storm coalesced into a colossal dragon in the sky, the size of the entire city of Tengu!

The dragon was completely transparent, with only its scarlet eyes opening from within. Ming floated on it, silently watching the warship below and the people below.

"Fourth Demon King, unleash your full power! [Frosty Extreme Puppet]! Perpetual Motion Territory!"

"Roar roar roar roar roar—!"

The dragon roared to the sky, its sound so loud it hurt everyone's ears and made their heartbeats erratic.

The ice storm, carrying immense power, swept towards the warships and the allied forces of magicians.

The warship's shields teetered precariously under the impact of the ice storm, emitting a hissing sound.

The magicians tried their best to use their Freedom Domain to resist, but the icy power passed directly through the Freedom Domain and struck the people like a natural disaster.

"It's so cold..."

Ming looked down at everything, his eyes icy cold. Suddenly, the dragon opened its mouth, and a white light shone out. Before anyone could react, it was covered in white mist, and the area within a thousand miles was turned into an ice sculpture.

"Sleep forever on the earth covered by frost and snow, my friends."

Ming spoke calmly, but no one responded. So he landed on the warship that was about to fall. The next moment, the warship and the people inside all decomposed into tiny ice shards and dissipated into the world.

Snowflakes fell from the sky. Ming reached out and caught the falling snowflakes, sighed helplessly, clenched his fist, turned his wrist upside down, and let go. The ice fell to the ground.

The crimson spears surrounding him shimmered slightly, as if recording something.

Suddenly, Ming looked up at the sky, peering through the dark clouds at the satellites in the universe, his expression becoming increasingly frantic.

"Do you see that, folks? Resistance will only hasten your demise. Soon you will become a nation representing human civilization."