Starting with the defeated female knight

The mutual harm among those of inferior bloodlines, the conflicts between various industries, the contradictions and frictions beneath the three cornerstones...

Although it started as an unrestricted free-for-all among nobles.

However, thanks to the empire's years of accumulation, it didn't take long for this aristocratic sport, which had only existed among nobles, to spread rapidly to the middle and even lower classes of society.

It has become a popular and enthusiastic sport that everyone is participating in.

The walls were smashed and the house was set on fire.

The streets were destroyed and the decorations were trampled.

Mutilated corpses were everywhere, and blood and internal organs were scattered all over the place.

While the nobles were busy with their internal wars and had no time to deal with matters outside their families, other individuals, with their high level of initiative and action, continued to contribute to the imperial co-construction through various means such as smashing, looting, burning, destroying, revenge, bloodshed, and cruelty, making the situation increasingly chaotic and insane.

Even by the middle of the conflict, the blue-eyed people no longer cared about disgusting the church. After looking at each other, they simply stopped fighting and tried to put an end to the chaos together.

Unfortunately, the effect was minimal.

After all, this was not a riot that broke out on a whim, but the culmination of countless years of accumulation.

Today, nobles clash over property; tomorrow, slum dwellers fight tooth and nail over a loaf of bread.

Today, a nobleman's deformed child runs to a dark alley to engage in some kind of sadistic art; tomorrow, a child of superior bloodline will be killed and cannibalized when alone.

Although the nobles stole much of the limelight, were the commoners and poor in the capital really that simple?

To be able to survive in such a cesspool environment with a middle or lower bloodline, even if one is limited by ability and cannot do as well as the nobles, who doesn't have a few people to live on?

In fact, many of them, if given the abilities of nobles, could pull off even more ruthless and elaborate feats than the nobles themselves.

Of course, there are also a small number of people who are truly clean, and who simply live ordinary lives.

But in that case, one of the tentacles is also involved.

Or perhaps it was all preordained by an old man watering flowers in his garden.

"The church is so big, it has to serve a purpose, doesn't it?"

"It may not be able to hold all the people in the capital, but as an ark in the flood, it is enough to carry some poor people who have been displaced."

That day, the old man, who had been confused for a long time, opened his eyes.

After that, the church took action under his arrangement.

Even so, he did not attempt to extinguish the raging fire currently burning in the capital.

Perhaps, he really can do it.

But he also knew that there was no point in continuing to pull at this corpse that he had been struggling to maintain for over two hundred years.

“It’s time to let go.”

He spoke softly, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to someone else.

The old king on the sickbed opened his eyes, glanced around, then slowly closed them again, letting out a barely audible sigh.

In the deep, dark underground of the Mage's Guild, a pair of eyes opened slightly, remained silent for a long time, then sighed deeply before slowly closing.

The threads binding the corpse finally snapped.

Having lost all restraints, the corpse called Empire crashed to the ground, exploding everything inside.

But is this the limit?

People in the capital city agree.

After all, the upper echelons were already bloodthirsty, and the middle and lower echelons were also going crazy, except for the church, which, due to its very nature, could not possibly go crazy.

The situation has spiraled out of control to the point of being completely out of control, and has deteriorated to the point of being completely deteriorated.

Is there anything worse than this?

As it turns out, it really does exist.

As madness erupted in the capital, the accumulated curses and blood began to spread.

The miracle of suffering began to respond to the call, rising ever higher along with those painful and desperate cries.

The crimson presence drew near.

The green-clad lurkers gradually stopped hiding their true colors.

As the madness and chaos in the capital city peaked and gradually subsided.

Those with the most elite bloodlines, along with the highest-ranking mages, all sensed something.

Looking up, the long river, a tapestry of red and green, has already encircled the capital.

After the frenzy, the capital city was unprecedentedly weak.

Furthermore, due to the previous madness, the sea of ​​blood that had been accumulating underground in the capital was also rising to the surface under constant stimulation, even though no one was guiding it and even though the beings in the sea were trying their best to restrain themselves.

However, the excessive curse caused it to rise to the surface of the capital.

That madness and curse finally began to spread.

A crimson figure emerged from the sea of ​​blood, and as it opened its arms, a rain of blood fell from the sky.

Regardless of rank, status, or even race, the same 'favor' was bestowed upon everyone.

The nobles finally realized something was wrong, and the mages all stopped fighting.

But it was too late.

When the miracle of blood spread, when those who were originally lowly and could only look up to them could raise their heads.

Even though they know that something else is watching from the outside, and even though they can use that miracle just the same.

But some things are simply too late.

Yes, after floating on the sea of ​​blood and the miracle of blood spreading, it's like an ordinary person getting a musket.

The most likely scenario is that the gun will not be pointed at the wrong person, but rather at the person you spend the most time with.

But after the previous chaos, and especially after the chaos subsided, the damage, the revenge, the anger—what could be done, has been done almost entirely.

And the rest, especially after the chaos...

"If there are many targets on the field, they will probably also point their weapons at the people next to them."

The little green sprite flapped its wings and spoke with a grin.

"But now, everything that can be done has been done, there are not many goals left, and after just going through a period of chaos, their enthusiasm is at an all-time high."

"What a show! Don't you think?"

She turned to look at Wendyta.

The latter remained silent, only gripping the large knife in his hand tightly.

“I know you don’t like me, and I know you can probably guess that my help to you wasn’t entirely out of goodwill.”

"But there's no need to be nervous, because our goals don't conflict."

The little green sprite clapped its hands, causing the beings behind it who were wearing cloaks to remove their hoods, revealing rows of identical pointed ears.

"What you need is revenge, to answer the call of that sea of ​​blood, to make them pay for the sins they have accumulated over thousands of years."

"What I need is to help you complete this revenge and use it to cripple this disgusting country so that they will no longer pose a threat to my lovely children."

"Don't worry, I have no interest in taking action against you or your group. The fact that you and that red figure can continue to shake and weaken this place is a good thing for me."

"and......"

Dolores raised her head, looked towards the capital, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You don't really think that just because you and that red figure are there, you can make them pay the price, do you?"

The capital city is in complete chaos.

After the miracle of bloodshed spread, after the baptism of previous chaos.

Those who were once high and mighty were dragged down from their pedestals, and those weaklings with madness and destructive intent began their own revenge.

"There are enemies..."

There's something there...

"You've been used..."

That's very true, but who cares?

Even so, Dolores did not believe that this place could be so easily breached.

Even if we don't mention the capital city, which still retains a large portion of its power despite the chaos, it is still a significant part of the capital's strength.

Even the blue butterflies fluttering in front of her, though not yet fully revived, are beings that even her true self cannot easily neglect.

so......

"Sigh, I was hoping to slack off, but it seems like that won't work."

Dolores snapped her fingers, and the pointy-eared figures behind her pulled out knives and plunged them into their palms.

Then, accompanied by the flow of pain and blood, and amplified by the distant sea of ​​blood, the crimson magic circle slowly took shape.

The little elf reached out and planted a seed in the magic circle irrigated with blood.

As the elves trembled, the seeds quickly took root, sprouted, and grew continuously.

Ultimately, after being grasped by the sprite, it transformed into a staff made of morbidly twisted branches, overflowing with malice, madness, and distortion.

Her body also grew from the size of a palm to about half a person.

She twirled her staff a few times, and a gentle breeze swept by, causing countless green leaves to grow.

It looks incredibly beautiful, but upon closer inspection, you can find horrifying scars beneath each leaf.

"I remember elves are all artists, but it seems your artistic level isn't very high."

The blue butterfly slowly coalesced, forming a human shape. Its gaze swept over the scars on the leaves, revealing obvious disgust in its eyes.

"You're wrong, that's exactly where my art lies."

Dolores picked up a leaf, held it up, and admired it in the sunlight, reveling in its beauty.

"What's the point of beautiful things? They're fragile and fleeting, just a touch of sweetness that disappears after it touches your heart."

"Only tragedy, only scars, once etched in our memories, will remain unforgettable, bringing richer emotions and creating even more outstanding works of art."

"So, don't you think that the scars on these leaves are more impressive and more worthy of appreciation than the leaves themselves?"

"I don't think so," Blue Butterfly said decisively.

"That's a shame."

Dolores dropped the leaf from her hand.

"I'd also like to invite you to my art exhibition."

boom--

The next second, Vanessa raised her finger, and Dolores raised her staff.

A torrent of blue and green collided, creating a storm on the outskirts of the capital.

Although not at its best, it is still a very troublesome opponent.

These were the thoughts that simultaneously surfaced in their minds.

Then, after the green torrent entangled with the blue, the red river began its journey into the capital.

but......

Clang, clang.

A man carrying a greyish-white greatsword stepped forward, blocking Wendeta's path, and scratched his head.