29. Holy War.

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Seorae sent four legions to reside in the Budinaum Kingdom and successively butchered the priests trying to leave the Eastern Continent.

As a result, 50,000 priests were butchered, and 30,000 priests, trembling in fear, had their arms and legs cut off, leaving only their torsos.

The archbishop, who had come as an envoy, had a lance stuck in his sacred, revered genitals, turning him into a flag.

 

Then, moving one legion, he escorted the butchered corpses and the priests with severed limbs to the Tera Holy Kingdom, but the problem was that even the surviving priests all died on the way.

It was only natural since they weren’t given a single meal or a sip of water, and especially the archbishop, who toured the continent impaled on a lance, eventually shed tears of blood and fell into depravity.

 

 

Thus, a total of 80,000 priests, probably all the priests in the Eastern Continent, were slaughtered by Seorae, plunging the whole world into shock and enraging every country.

 

 

However, apart from that anger, an overwhelming fear that they might end up like that pressed down on them.

 

 

Even priests, who were considered sacred and inviolable, were butchered so brutally, so how much worse would it be for ordinary people or nobles?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The army that arrived at the border of the Tera Holy Kingdom casually dropped the corpses on the ground and planted the human flag they had brought.

Then, they built a small house out of wood in front of it, and carefully placed Seorae’s letter inside.

The treatment was in stark contrast to the act of throwing the corpses around carelessly.

 

 

The border guards of the Holy Kingdom, enraged by those atrocious and immoral acts, rushed in, and were, of course, utterly defeated.

They were far too outnumbered.

 

 

 

 

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Kwang!

 

 

The desk shattered and collapsed as the Saintess slammed it down.

But no one blamed her.

It was because they were just as, or even more, furious than the Saintess.

 

 

“To, to dare… to dare… to do such a thing…!!”

 

 

Tears were flowing from the Saintess’s eyes.

Intense anger and sorrow, and hatred…

Various emotions mixed together, and an overwhelming wave crashed over her.

 

 

“How could anyone do such a thing!!”

 

 

The report that had rushed up from the border was so shocking that it made her lose her mind.

 

 

The horrific slaughter of 80,000 and the barbarity of using humans as flags.

She never dreamed that a human named Seorae could be this extreme.

 

 

What’s frightening is that the letter sent by Seorae hasn’t even been read yet.

What on earth could be written in the letter that he sent after doing such a thing?

The Saintess already felt like her blood was running backwards.

 

 

With trembling hands, she unfurled the scroll.

And the content written inside was a statement that further fueled her anger.

 

 

 

‘You guys need me? No. You can’t live without me.’

 

 

 

An extremely simple sentence.

But the provocation was certain.

 

 

 

Seorae is telling the Saintess and the clergy through actions and through the letter.

 

 

‘Who’s threatening who.’

 

 

As if to say.

 

 

“It won’t do…”

 

 

The Saintess said.

 

 

“Absolutely… this piece of trash must not be left alive.”

 

 

Everyone agreed.

It was only natural.

The priests that Seorae killed were innocent women.

The archbishop had simply gone as an envoy.

 

But to butcher them in such a brutal way.

What power would a priest have, and how much power could a bishop have, even if they had any?

 

To kill the powerless and innocent like that. It’s an act that will enrage God.

 

 

 

The Saintess, trembling with anger, declared the entire Eastern Continent as an enemy.

The scale of the holy war has become much larger.

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, there were those who were worried.

 

 

“Saintess-nim. That Emperor raised an army of three million in his own country alone. Even excluding the support units, it’s a million. Also, he stopped all wars between vassal states and had their troops participate in large numbers as well. It totals over four million. Without the full support of the Eastern Continent…”

 

 

Seorae stopped the vassal state wars.

And he changed his policy, announcing that he would establish the country that contributed the most in this holy war as a great kingdom.

They no longer fought each other, but they began to compete.

 

 

Thus, the total army raised was four million.

Three million from the Mei Empire and one million from the vassal states.

 

 

This scale, which was too large to be realistic, was so enormous that it could cover the entire territory of a small kingdom with soldiers.

 

This was clearly a number that considered advancing into the Central Continent, and even campaigning in the Western Continent.

Even the Mei Empire, which was overflowing with money, was financially strained by this campaign.

 

 

 

The Saintess closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

Then, she opened them with a flash and opened her mouth.

 

 

“No. Victory is already ours. It stems from three reasons.

First. They said they don’t need priests, but priests are absolutely necessary in war. We have priests, and they don’t, so it’s our victory.

Second. A quarter of the four million troops they raised are disorganized rabble. They were fighting each other until recently, so there’s no way they can unite. So it’s our victory.

Third. They have betrayed God with their brutal slaughter. God will be angry and will be with us, so it is our victory.”

 

 

She said that and got up from her seat.

 

 

“The brutal Evil Emperor Seorae will receive exactly what she did.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Seorae, who had committed brutal acts, suddenly crossed over to the Great Kingdom after that incident.

Naturally, to meet Aran.

 

 

But unlike usual, there was a purpose.

 

 

 

“You’ve caused quite a stir this time… are you okay?”

 

 

Aran asked with concern.

 

 

Seorae had become something of a public enemy of the world due to the slaughter of 80,000 priests.

Perhaps she is an even greater enemy than Aran from the Saintess’s point of view.

 

 

Public sentiment is also wavering, and there are reports that the Western Continent is preparing an additional expeditionary force, thinking it was too much.

In other words, she has enemies on all sides.

 

 

“Hehe. Are you worried about me?”

“Well, yeah… you’ve caused such a big incident.”

 

 

Enemies are not the only problem.

Even within the Empire, that is, among allies, there are many believers of the Tera Church, and the number of people who curse Seorae has increased dramatically.

 

 

She laughed, hehe.

 

 

“It’s okay. I have a plan.”

 

 

She pushed him with her impulsive actions.

She threw off her clothes, aroused his thing with her soft body, and whispered in a seductive voice.

 

 

“Honey, bite me.”

“Huh?”

 

 

Aran froze at her words.

Bite her? Does she mean to be made into a Baemgneu?

 

 

“Make me yours.”

 

Her words, whispering as she subtly rubbed her body against his, were truly powerful.

His thing became even more erect.

 

 

But apart from that, he had no choice but to respond to her words with refusal.

 

“Wh, what are you saying? All of a sudden… you’re the Emperor. You shouldn’t do that.”

“No, I’m asking because I’m the Emperor.”

“Huh?”

 

She made a kiss mark on Aran’s cheek, chu-.

 

 

“If I’m bitten, I’ll be obedient to you, but I already am. If I become a Baemgneu, my subordinates will be loyal to me. Wouldn’t that be beneficial?”

 

In short, for Seorae, becoming a Baemgneu has nothing bad and only good things.

 

 

“Even so…”

“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone else.”

“It’s going to hurt a lot.”

“Then you can stab me.”

 

 

She grabbed his tightly erect thing and inserted it into her vulva.

Her pierced vagina contracted wildly, stimulating his thing.

 

 

“Eung… I, I’m okay.”

 

 

She presented her pure white neck to Aran.

An irresistible fragrance and allure wafted from her.

 

 

“You’re really something…”

 

 

There’s nothing bad for Aran at all.

She is the Emperor, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he’s swallowing the entire country, and even if that’s not the case,

The fact that he can make a proud and attractive woman like Seorae obey him like a slave was an irresistible temptation.

 

 

Besides, he was planning to turn all the women into Baemgneu anyway, so if you think about it, he’s just biting a little earlier.

 

“…Now that I see it, you were relying on this to do such a thing…”

“Hehe.”

 

 

She laughed carelessly and subtly moved her hips.

 

 

“Eut…”

 

 

A pleasure that seemed to sweep through her entire body.

 

 

Aran hugged her tightly without realizing it.

 

 

“Come on, Aran. Don’t you want my pure white and attractive neck?”

 

 

A figure that was too different from the tyrant Seorae.

Her breathtaking sexiness and suffocating allure overwhelmed him.

 

 

“…Are you really sure you won’t regret it? It’s not just a simple slave contract. Your species will be completely changed.”

“It’s okay. Weren’t you going to bite me later anyway?”

“That’s…”

 

Seorae hugged him without saying a word.

 

 

Aran paused for a moment and bit her neck.

 

 

“Eut…”

 

 

Her slightly distorted face.

 

A strange pattern began to grow from her shoulder.

 

 

“Aheuk… Mo, move… move me…! Quickly!”

 

 

Was the pain severe?

She bit her lip tightly and moved her hips on her own.

 

 

Aran reversed the position, crushed her, and began to stab her as she wanted.

 

 

Pook pook.

 

 

“Ahak!”

 

 

A moan that was rougher than usual.

 

Pain and pleasure were mixed together in a rather strange mood.

 

 

“More… more intensely…!”

 

Seorae spread her legs wide and clung to Aran, and he slammed down more forcefully.

 

 

“Ahheuk!”

 

 

Did pleasure push away the pain? The more intense it became, the more pleasure filled her face.

It wouldn’t be ordinary great pain… she’s an amazing woman in many ways.