I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

27 – The Game Changer

“The X Two Dance…?”

Ziekharun muttered with a puzzled expression. I said it in a small whisper, but my overwhelming hearing is useless, and I won’t allow it to be a secret.

I did it once, but it was inevitable that the shame took precedence. Even though it was a decision that made me shed tears of blood, I do not regret it.

That’s right, it was an unavoidable choice for Illelpi. It is also for the comfort of the nation’s aristocrats, so surely Netion Peace will understand.

[Understanding what?!]

Ah, was that too much?

“hahahaha, who’s going to ignore that? The old man said, right? We’re serial births.”

I was chattering with a gloomy look.

“Pain and shame. All of them are serial births. Are you prepared?”

[Would you have done that, such a resolution! I knew it was free to think, but there is a limit to vulgarity!]

“Wow, you’re also conservative like a 500-year-old inspiration.”

[Having no shame is not progress, it’s crazy.]

Netionpeace continued with a slight gap.

[I never dreamed that you would use my body itself as a hostage. I will praise you, child. I am afraid of your vulgarity beyond your limits.]

“As long as I can avoid the ruined ending, I’ll even put on a Prism show with my old man’s body… Ugh.”

[Shut up, you vulgar child.]

A word that desperately conveys the tiredness of netion peace. At the same time, my consciousness entered the mental world of Netion Peace.

I seriously contemplated in the world of images that I had been tossed about unkindly.

‘I did it because I had something in mind, but… I must have let go of something amazing.’

The Holy Memory that was covering the outer shell shattered as it released its morale with Zeke Harun’s momentum. All that was left was a small protective ability in the form of a ring.

In other words, the current Netion Peace was literally a complete unit that dealt with immortality and fraud. More than immortal, there is no decline, and he lives his whole life in his prime.

So this is the situation… To be honest, I’m a little nervous.

Zeke Harun hadn’t matured as a spirit yet, at a glance, but other than that, the scene unfolding before his eyes was the last game situation he saw in his previous life.

‘A confrontation between the main character and the hidden boss…!’

The power of the hidden boss that drove the two into a corner during the battle between the first protagonist and the heroine, the saint, is about to be revealed.

Nethionpees said.

[It’s a vulgar child. Wasn’t it the presence or absence of fraud that I used as an excuse for your incompetence?]

“… Well, that’s right.”

Now, Netion Piece has changed his title from a puppet child to a vulgar child.

I answered with a grunt. Netionpeace laughs and declares that it is ridiculous.

[Ha! You guys still don’t know the nature of immortality. It’s a long time ago, so I’ll show it under the same conditions.]

Netionpeace’s arrogant pointing was directed at Siegharun.

[That there is no need to be sincere, such as subduing an insignificant kid.]

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On the other hand, three days ago from Neffi’s point of view again.

The intangible blades emitted by Illelpy were rushing in from all directions.

It was not an easy task to induce the intruders away from the main palace while keeping them in check.

Wedge juice! Wedge!

Jerrit- Jeorit-

“It’s the first time I’ve been so crowded…”

The monsters in black were clever. After mixing some of her moves with Elfie, she changed her strategy and started confronting her.

Even if she’s not in full condition, she can’t win even if the world turns upside down from the front. The monsters who judged that way changed their approach.

Rather than attacking the Irlp with a pincer attack, the action plan was set to break into the imperial palace.

Their idea had a great effect, giving Ir Elfi her plight. It was because it was a bad thing that many of her powerful people were scattered to her, who had difficulty moving because the recoil of her slicing had eaten away at her body.

Thanks to this, Irlp was experiencing unprecedented difficulties. She had to prevent ten unusually talented people from scattering all over the place. It is difficult for a single person in poor condition to protect the vast imperial palace alone.

The only consolation point was that everyone inside the imperial palace was locked up in the main palace in advance.

‘It’s not a problem that can be solved simply by blocking them. Their intrusion into the imperial palace was an obvious leap in space. Was the saintess over there?’

Unless a person from 400 years ago came back alive!

There is an exception called Nephi, but that was a special case of immortality.

If they cannot reveal the principle of space jump, there is no place in the world that can be called safe.

No matter how large the number of people or how far away, you will be able to freely deploy your forces without being constrained by space.

The calculation that Ir Elfi would be able to defend the imperial palace even with her body constrained by her recoil was the case when she did not consider the existence of space leaping.

Preventing an intruder from deep into the heart and blocking an intruder approaching from the outside are different in terms of difficulty.

‘But it’s strange to have the power of leaping into space itself. Why did only a small group of about 10 people come?’

If the enemy had the power to jump into space like the saintess, the imperial palace would have been occupied a long time ago. It’s enough to push through the imperial palace with a stock attack and massacre them all.

I would have managed to block even that before casting Heaven and Earth… But in the current state, I would never have been able to protect the imperial palace.

‘There must be a limit. Whether it requires time, or the amount is limited… Or the number of times is limited…!’

IrLP’s thinking reaches that far and presents hopeful observations.

‘Number of times! If the limits were limited to time and quantity, Feita would have been able to conquer the empire.’

The power of space leap has its own function. A power that can easily assassinate anyone, and makes the meaning of a siege as futile as a sandcastle in front of the waves!

‘The saintess was discriminated against and passed the risk of her death because of that danger.’

Even if Ir Elfi herself existed, how could she alone protect her entire empire? If it was the second coming of the saintess’ power itself, even Ir Elfie had no way to use her hands.

It would be reasonable to say that Feita adopted the ability to jump into space for a limited number of times as a game changer.

“… It’s a little cheery. If you take care of all these weightlifters, at least there won’t be another space jump.”

Once a positive observation was made, it felt like my body was energized.

Ir Elfi tied all the monsters scattered in all directions with a slash that ignored the sense of distance. His speed to the extent that his design sword could not be seen even as an afterimage did not seem like a military man under a ban.

However, the slash was only a means to tie the feet. Ir Elfi gnawed his teeth and whispered the mantra of his protective ability.

“Holy Memory.”

Cool!

‘Oh, did I overestimate my physical condition?’

Irelfi looked down at the pure white uniform stained with hemoptysis. For the first time in her life, she saw blood from the battle. Although it was an internal injury, not a traumatic one, she was a record-breaker.

‘It’s a natural reaction since I’ve already spent most of her protection ability just by trapping the morale of your blood.’

How much more shocking is it that the body suffers from the aftereffects of the destruction of heaven and earth?

Irlp, who wiped his mouth with his pure white sleeve, scanned the monsters with his pupils wide open. Trapped inside the Holy Memory’s translucent cube, they had no escape.

In a word, it means that it is impossible for them to hold the imperial palace hostage now.

“Ha ha, ha ha.”

Ill Elfie lowers snow like a lake to the ground. His gaze, which had lost focus in the imminent situation, seemed to be in danger somewhere.

Jiing, jiing.

I hear tinnitus. The feeling that something is eating away metallurgically metallurgically the mind and body that have been pushed to the limit. A familiar but unknown source of evil shimmered.

“…”

Fluffy!

Suddenly she fell to her knees. Her precariously swaying upper body seemed like it would tip over if hit. Even if she loses consciousness, she is barely maintaining her precarious balance.

So no one had a clue. That a fishy smile lingers on her lips as she lowers her head.

After a while, she staggered to her feet.

Her new model, step by step, gradually stabilizes and regains her usual self.

It’s only for a moment that the momentum changes completely.

The footsteps of the Irelpi, now that there was nothing to stifle, were clearly engraved on the ground. Her piercing sound ripped through her atmosphere around her as she turned into a single lightning bolt.

“Hey… Heh… hahahaha…!”

At some point, the tingling pain became a pleasure, and the scent of blood in the mouth became a fragrant perfume. She laughed even as she felt the pain of being hit every moment with a blunt instrument.

Ir Elfi, who in an instant closed her distance to her monster, raised her design sword high with one hand. Her movements were rudimentary, with no refined posture.

The monster easily blocked the ignorantly cutting down the sword as if beating a person.

It was meant to be.

“…!”

Obviously, the monster was able to block the IrLP’s decorative sword from falling vertically.

Even so, Sang Sang-se’s defense, which was perfect from anyone’s point of view, was helplessly disintegrated and became a clear trace of the ceremonial sword.

The sensation of the monster’s skull cracking like a watermelon was thrilling.

The monster’s sword, which collided with the costume sword, was divided into fragments and slashed fiercely in all directions.

Blocking the attack was not the problem. Even if she blocks it properly, she has an unreasonable physical strength that pierces through with her power. It was a flesh-sword that unsparingly revealed the ferocity of a beast.

Now they are nothing more than criminals awaiting execution in a cube. Wandering around is nothing more than a rat at a dead end.

It was really nice to see the embarrassment coming out of each and every move.

After that, it was a one-sided massacre. The figure of the IrLP who slaughtered the monsters who had no way out one after another while exclaiming with pleasure seemed to be somewhere closer to gray.

The physical condition must be the worst of the worst, but it was truly refreshing to see a fountain of blood pouring out every time a person’s waist was split in two.

The arms and legs hopping in the air looked nothing more than meat from a slaughterhouse, while others mistook the neatly decapitated head for ripe fruit.

“Ahahahaha, ahahahaha!”

It was obviously madness.

With the feet of a wicked heart that only humans who have felt the joy of cutting down countless human lives.

It’s just a little bit, but the dark energy hovered around like a mirage and disappeared.

“Oh, do you already have one left?”

An innocent woman, no different from a mad beast, existed there. For those of you who have come into contact with Illerpy on a regular basis, there was a corner that was really noteworthy.

She decapitated the monster she had just slammed to the ground and walked slowly toward the last remaining figure of hers.

“Uhhhhh!!!”

The last man shouted and charged with all his might. Although the face was covered by a mask, it was not difficult to guess the expression distorted by fear.

If my memory is not wrong, he was the first monster to speak. Although the first impression was a different woman’s scream, it was enough to surprise Illelpi.

Wedge juice!

Amazing. That was it.

A solid red line was clearly drawn on the chest of the assailant who screamed in a woman’s voice. The scene that would happen immediately after was clear at a glance.

Push!

She sprayed her blood from her breasts like her bathtub with her little cracks.

“Ah… Ugh.”

The monster groaned as he groaned, but approached in the direction of Irlp, swaying like an aspen tree.

“The White Knight… I didn’t have the slightest thought of… Defeating you…!”

Waiting for her to charge, burning all her remaining life force, was the ruthless design sword of Ir Elfi.

The elegantly colored decorative sword pierced the woman’s chest in a straight line.

It wasn’t just that.

Puffed up.

The new model of the woman has collapsed. When she turns her head, her legs are playing separately on the other side at an unnatural angle.

Despite the adverse conditions, she crawled like a caterpillar to Ir Elfi’s side.

“Huhhhhh. They believe that everything is solved, it is the end. Who in the world could not be arrogant. The owner of such a strong force that is unbelievable in such beauty…”

Her squeak, like a bloody agony in her throat, she screamed and cursed her.

“So… You must fall and he must prosper.”

That moment.

The earth rippled in a light blue color around Illelpi. It’s a phenomenon of the kind that I can’t remember seeing even once in my life.

Unexpectedly, her pupils, which had been slightly dilated, returned to their proper place.

Suddenly.

“This is…?!”

Ir Elfi belatedly tried to leave her place, but she was already too late. The ground she stepped on for her leap sank into nothingness, and Ir Elfi’s model was sucked beneath her undulating ground.

After a while. By the time the cube of Holy Memory had disappeared and the rippling earth had also disappeared, only blood and flesh, proof of the fierce battle, remained at the entrance of the main palace.