Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 172 Shattering the Soul of the Nation with a Single Punch

The scene that followed was, in short, like this.

When Kino got angry, although it wasn't as exaggerated as a million corpses or a thousand miles of bloodshed, it was enough to make everyone present remember it for a lifetime.

She didn't go on a killing spree, but none of those who dared to utter such arrogant words escaped.

With one punch, I shattered the soul of the nation; Princess, I am a citizen of the kingdom.

One punch each, knock them all down, then tie them up and throw them into a pile.

"Send those who are the loudest in their criticism to work as miners for a hundred years first."

"The rest of you will each have twenty years to reflect on your actions."

A few dozen people managed to subdue an army of 100,000.

No one dared to resist. The image of that punch shattering space and crushing the Elf King was still etched in their minds. Who would dare to move?

The Slane Theocracy's expedition began successfully but ended tragically.

The entire army of 100,000 was wiped out; they were not killed, but captured.

When the news reached the country, the Supreme High Priest read the battle report, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

The other six high priests were ashen-faced and speechless for a long time.

A hundred thousand troops! Captured by just a few dozen people?

Who would believe that if I told them?

At that moment, the Kingdom of Inberia officially declared war on the Slane Theocracy.

"Surrender or wait to die." — This was the final ultimatum from the capital.

The High Priest had just woken up when he heard the news, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

The remaining six high priests also felt dizzy.

It's over, it's over.

They hastily dispatched messengers to the Elven capital and the capital of Inberia respectively, attempting to explain, plead, and apologize.

But the result left them in despair.

From Kino's side in the Elf Kingdom: "I heard your apology, but I don't want to hear it now. You can leave."

From Inbelia's side: "If you don't surrender within three days, you'll face the consequences."

Both sides were as hard-lined as two rocks.

The high priests gritted their teeth and finally uttered a single word: "Fight!"

We have no choice but to fight. The Holy Land's national policy does not allow them to surrender, nor will the fanatical citizens.

But they didn't really intend to risk their lives.

The plan is to concentrate all remaining elite troops, achieve a minor victory, and then immediately begin peace talks, thus saving face without completely severing ties.

Good idea.

But the reality is cruel.

Inberia didn't give them a chance to "win a small victory" at all.

The day after the declaration of war, Inberia's troops moved out.

On the third day, they were already standing at the gates of the capital.

The journey from the border to the capital took three days, with two and a half days spent traveling. The actual fighting took less than half a day.

Those usually fanatical believers and soldiers, those warriors who charged forward shouting "May the six gods protect us," were like paper in front of the Inberian soldiers.

It collapsed at the first glance.

Then they were beaten down in droves, tied up, thrown onto horse-drawn carts, and sent to work as miners, with a hundred-year prison sentence.

The priests stood on the city walls, their faces pale as they watched their proud troops being harvested like wheat.

They finally understood what it meant to be "utterly vulnerable".

"Let's use our trump card—" someone murmured.

"No." The High Priest shook his head, his voice hoarse. "Those were left by the Six Great Gods to protect humanity, not to kill. If we use them, we will be breaking our oath."

"Then...let the Dark Scripture escape with its trump card?"

The idea was good, but reality is much harsher.

The Dark Holy Scripture was blocked as soon as it left the city.

The Dark Codex is already very powerful; everyone in it is a strong figure in the Heroic Realm.

But the opposing side was also a group of heroes, no, a whole bunch of them.

The members of the Dark Scripture fought desperately, but they were outnumbered and were quickly captured alive. The legacy left behind by the six gods also fell into the hands of the enemy.

When the wounded members of the Dark Scripture were brought to the city walls for public display, the priests' last hope was shattered.

Someone drew their sword, intending to commit suicide as an atonement.

Just then, a voice rang out.

That's enough.

Kino appeared behind them at some point.

"If you truly want to live up to the expectations of the Six Gods and truly want to protect humanity," she said, looking at the several elderly people who had already collapsed, word by word, "then surrender. Don't let any more innocent people die."

The high priests looked at her, at the expressionless guards behind her, and at the dark mass of troops below the city.

a long time.

The High Priest sighed and threw down the scepter in his hand.

"The Slane Theocracy——surrender."

Three days.

It took only three days from the declaration of war to the surrender.

A nation with the inheritance of six great gods, which had stood for hundreds of years, was destroyed just like that.

But what destroyed it was not a monster, nor a foreign race.

It is another human nation.

Those defeated citizens did not become slaves or refugees, nor did they become food for those demi-humans or aliens.

They simply changed their nationality and identity, and integrated into a stronger and more open country.

The atmosphere in the Elf Kingdom is quite complicated.

The forest elves looked at the human princess, their feelings indescribable.

It was she who broke through the Elf Kingdom's defenses, allowing the army of the Slane Theocracy to advance unimpeded.

But it was also she who stopped the massacre and personally suppressed 100,000 invaders.

Hate her? Be grateful to her?

Many people themselves can't explain it clearly.

But there was one thing all the elves agreed on: the Elf King had been defeated.

The tyrant who ruled them for hundreds of years, treating them like livestock and arbitrarily seizing their wives and daughters, has finally fallen.

That alone is enough to make most elves grateful to Kino.

"Thank you—" someone took the lead and knelt down.

Then came the second, the third, and so on.

But some people stood still, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Their loved ones died in the war.

Kino saw them.

She didn't say anything, but just waved her hand behind her.

Several team members stepped forward and began to cast spells.

One by one, beams of light appeared, and the elves who had recently died opened their eyes, looking around blankly.

Resurrected.

They've all come back to life.

Those spirits who had harbored resentment burst into tears as they saw their deceased loved ones standing before them again.

They knelt down with a thud and kowtowed deeply to Kino.

"Thank you, my benefactor!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Resurrection magic, in their eyes, is a miracle that only God can perform.

This human princess casually had her subordinates use it.

All hesitation, contradictions, and resentment vanished in that moment.

All that remains is awe and gratitude.

On that day, the Elf Kingdom announced its complete submission to the Kingdom of Inberia, becoming part of its territory.

When the news reached the Dwarf Kingdom, the entire capital fell silent.

The Slane Theocracy, a powerful nation with the inheritance of six great gods, was conquered in just three days.

The Elf Kingdom, that mysterious forest kingdom, was directly submitted to them.

What about them? Will their dwarf kingdom be next?

The dwarf king sat on his throne, looking at the intelligence report in his hand, and remained silent for a full hour.

Toronto stood to the side, his face also grave.

"Your Majesty, we—"

"I know," the dwarf king waved his hand and sighed. "We definitely can't win. A few of their soldiers can carry a dragon away. What are we going to do?"

"So you mean—"

The dwarf king stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant mine.

"Last time we went to Inberia, the old king was very polite to us, and even gave us several jars of fine wine before we left." He turned to look at Toronto. "It's better to surrender willingly than to be attacked and then have to surrender, isn't it?"

Toronto thought for a moment and nodded.

So the dwarf king summoned his ministers and announced the decision.

No one objected, and objecting wouldn't have made a difference.

And so, the dwarf kingdom became part of Inbelia.