Chapter 109: The Goddess’s Grace (2)

“So, the Four Heavenly Kings are just small fry now.”

“Then what’s next?”

“What’s next is like copy-paste, you know? This is the Demon King’s playground.”

“No matter how you look at it, are there that many? If I fight weaklings like those, I’ll probably lose my mind. You saw it too, they’re too weak.”

Battle mage is extremely belligerent.

Shouldn’t the Demon King appear by now?

A Beast King is not enough to stop us.

“To be precise, it’s the army led by the Beast King. Each of the Four Heavenly Kings has the authority to lead an army.”

The Beast King commands the beast army.

The Angel commands an army of angels, and the Lich King commands an undead army.

And among the Four Heavenly Kings, there’s only one without an army— the Dark Knight, Ryut.

Only he guards the Demon King without an army.

Maybe that’s why.

“What about the Angel?”

“I killed him before he could summon his army. But next time, he’ll probably bring a bunch of angels. But if it’s the Great Spear, we can handle it.”

Even the Battle mage finishes it in almost one blow.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, that. Those strange beastmen riding weird hamsters, you know? Those guys.”

“Is that an army?”

Even the Succubus couldn’t help but ask in disbelief.

Yes, that’s right.

That is indeed an army.

That’s the Beast King’s army.

For the Beast King, there’s probably no more reliable army.

Appearance-wise, they look like giant dwarf hamsters.

“Don’t underestimate them. Those hamsters, in our terms, are called hamsters, but their real name is different, and their defining trait is a foul stench.”

If we’re talking about terrifying creatures, there are gryphons, giant wolves, and horses with eight legs, among many others.

But the Beast King is a clever one.

There’s a reason he uses those giant hamsters.

“Oh, is it that thing? The one where they store food in their cheek pouches?”

“Yes, and it’s incredibly dirty. The stench is overwhelming. They’re man-eating hamsters, and that rotten human smell pours out of their pouches.”

It reminds me of Erin, who was horrified when she first caught a hamster.

Erin thought the hamster was cute and couldn’t kill it, but after killing one, she was shocked.

She kept asking how a rodent could be so disgusting.

“This is f*cking gross.”

“I’m proud of the fact that I’m an android right now.”

Ttangchili shuddered and felt proud of being a tin can.

“Why would anyone want to smell that?”

“They make you smell it themselves. Last time you were lucky, but when those things charge, they spread the stench.”

Fwoosh.

The hamsters exhale gas that’s visible even from a distance.

Even though it’s far away, the filthy fumes are thick enough to see.

With so many of them, just one breath creates an enormous impact.

Yellow gas floats up like mist.

When the Beast King invades a human village, he sends the hamsters first.

They surround the village from all sides, and the combination of the rotten human stench and the foul hamster odor turns into a deadly toxic gas that kills humans.

“What? They didn’t look that dirty before.”

“That’s just on the surface. Inside, they’re filthy.”

That’s how it always is—different on the inside and outside.

“We just need to stay far away from them.”

“Chirrrrrp!”

The Hamster Army of Hell approaches.

The sound is loud and impressive, but when you see the dwarf hamsters’ faces, they don’t seem all that terrifying.

As long as they keep their mouths shut, they’re tolerable.

But that’s where it ends.

“So, how do we deal with that?”

“We can catch them easily, but the stench could kill us.”

Exactly. No matter how strong the returnee party is, that wretched smell could send them to their graves in an instant. So, long-range attacks must be the answer.

“How about using BAttle mage’s big, strong weapon to finish them quickly?”

“That sounds a bit inappropriate, doesn’t it?”

The Succubus keeps calling things inappropriate for some reason.

But isn’t the pride of Korea even more inappropriate?

I flicked the Succubus’s nose, feeling annoyed.

“What’s inappropriate is the pride of Korea. Isn’t it like Japan’s gyaru?”

Gyaru from Japan has a similar vibe, right?

“Does gyaru resemble me?”

“Right. Succubus, you’re more like grape flavor.”

So, who should take the next step?

I think it would be best to let the returnees show off their skills.

It doesn’t feel right to leave it to the Berserker again.

What about Ttangchili?

I doubt his fists are all he has to offer.

“I’ll try this time!”

“Oh, Fishy2!”

The Siren stepped forward.

Now that I think about it, I don’t really know what kind of person both the mermaid and the Siren are.

“What’s with that name?”

“That’s not important. How can you be sure it will work?”

The Siren mumbled to herself, and then, as I took out my scythe, she pounded her chest confidently and declared:

“I’ve gained the power of the Heavenly Song! That’s right!”

“Can we trust that?”

Saying that the Siren’s voice has improved is an understatement.

It’s almost absurd.

The Siren boldly stepped forward, glaring at the stinking rats, and opened her mouth wide.

“Ultra-Dense Sonic Beam!”

She shouted out the name of a bizarre skill, and a powerful sonic wave poured out of her mouth.

The absolute worst sound engulfed the surroundings in an instant.

Ruuuumble!

The sonic wave shook the ground and swept away the hamster army.

In an instant, the whole tower was covered in thick black dust.

Most surprising was that the bizarre technique left my ears completely unscathed—no pain, not even a sensation.

At this point, it doesn’t even feel like anything.

“Wow, I guess when a tone-deaf person reaches the extreme, this happens. So, what about the mermaid princess?”

“It’s very similar to that technique.”

Hmm, I guess there’s no need to hear more.

“Screeeech!”

“Chiii chirp chirp!”

The hamsters screamed and collapsed.

They foamed at the mouth and twitched before going limp, seemingly dead.

Even the beastmen riding on top of them also foamed and collapsed.

If it’s like this, wouldn’t the Water King also have died by now?

“Wow, all the hamsters died at once.”

“Indeed. You’ve finally reached the point where you can kill with your voice.”

How strong must someone be to kill with just their voice?

“As long as I’m strong enough! Also, it’s just that my voice is so good that the ears of lesser beings couldn’t handle it.”

“Ah, sure. So, how many more times can you use this today?”

“That’s it for today.”

Hmm, so that means she can only use this technique once a day.

The performance isn’t bad.

In fact, it’s better than before.

There’s no friendly fire, and she can wipe out an entire army in one go.

If she had appeared during the Warring States period, she might have been worshipped as a goddess.

“So, the next one is the angel’s army.”

Look at the army of those giant angels that appear after that dumb angel dies.

There’s probably another idiot hiding in the background.

“A headless army can’t do much. The hamsters charged in like fools and got caught.”

Still, they’re just rats.

An army without a leader is noticeably weaker, even if the Water King is backing them.

If they’re just beasts, well…

“The problem is that these armies aren’t coordinated. It would be nice to see someone else in action besides you, Battle mage.”

“Then let me take care of it!”

“Oh, the pride of Korea!”

K-Succubus, the pride of Korea, stepped forward.

Even I couldn’t help but feel momentarily captivated by the intense pheromones she was emitting.

It was so strong that even Cheonma was sneaking glances at Succubus’s chest.

In other words, she possesses an insane ability to make anyone, regardless of gender, fall for her.

It seems her powers to seduce people have grown stronger.

“Have you developed the ability to make people lust after you just by standing still?”

“I can control it, but I wanted to see your reactions. Even Battle mage couldn’t help but notice when he looked at my chest.”

“As if I care about your well-worn body.”

“Wow, no one can say anything to the pride of Korea!”

Now she’s completely embraced being the pride of Korea.

It’s getting serious.

Earlier, in a stream chat, someone mentioned that she’s rising as a newly revived Hallyu icon, following in the footsteps of the famous BTS Glass Gang from the past.

At this rate, people might start calling Korea the land of Succubus.

Then, would the Kanora religion that Succubus believes in be regarded as a more open, liberal religion?

Honestly, it might be a good idea to push the whole returnee party as part of the Hallyu wave.

“Alright, give it a shot.”

“Alright, you blockheaded angels! Fix your gaze on me!”

The eyes of the angelic monsters floating in the air all turned towards Succubus.

“Kreeeeek!”

The angelic monsters screamed as they flew towards Succubus.

All of the monsters within sight.

I don’t know the range of this technique, but since it’s gathering the angels, someone else will need to follow up.

“Who’s next?”

“I want to try.”

“But they’re flying in the air, isn’t that a problem?”

I could step in, but it feels like a hassle.

We need to see if the Demon King has enough power to fight. In that case, Orc or Cheonma would be good options.

Honestly, Cheonma has been strong in the past.

But can the Orc really manage it?

“I can take down those angels right now.”

“How? Are you going to throw sword energy or something?”

“Raaaargh!”

The Orc let out a fierce roar and swung his fist into the air.

Boom!

I don’t know what he hit, but with a loud thud, the angels flying in the distance fell like autumn leaves.

If I had to describe it, it was like stardust falling.

For just a brief moment, I could see a strong wave-like force extending outward.

“Wow, you’re amazing, Orc.”

“Yeah, seriously.”

The Orc knocked down a bunch of angels, but that wasn’t the end.

With the hamsters out of the way, there were still too many angels left.

Since the winged angels have no trouble moving, that makes sense.

Maybe it’s time for Cheonma to step up.

“Cheonma, then—”

Swoosh swoosh!

“What the…?”

Cheonma was shooting something that looked like chocolate bars into the air with a swooshing sound.

Looking closely, I realized that he was standing still, creating black Pocky sticks in midair, and using them to strike down the angels.

“Cheonma…”

“What is it, angel saintess?”

I know I probably shouldn’t say this, and it might hurt Cheonma’s pride, but I feel like I really need to mention this.

“Does the term ‘Cheonma’ still hold any meaning? It’s like you’ve become Gate of Pocky.”

“No matter what anyone says, I am Cheonma.”

I suppose.

You’re Cheonma, sure.

Let’s leave it at that.