Starting with the defeated female knight

Furthermore, there are many things inside that neither Wendeta nor the Crimson Minds can understand, but they can sense that are very powerful.

Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh crystals...

for a long time.

After placing all the crystals, the tentacle raised its head, looked at the blood-red entity that was now in a daze, and said seriously.

Do you know why I'm showing you this?

silence.

"It's... the future, hope, and breaking the cycle..."

【wrong】

The tentacles stand with their hands on their hips, shaking their heads.

Practice makes perfect.

I won't even go into the details of how badly Imperial Cuisine has deteriorated; do you really think you know everything?

Even elementary school students in Dawn City know that when faced with difficulties, they should analyze each problem specifically, find the cause, think through the process, and analyze the result.

Instead of starting with, "Ahhh, girls, does anyone understand? The whole world is oppressing us! We need revenge!"

It's not that I'm against you seeking revenge; anyone would be unable to remain calm in such a situation, so I've never said you shouldn't seek revenge.

But the problem is, your pathetic mindset and revenge mentality are truly unbearable to watch.

Practice makes perfect, understand?

silence.

Then a wronged voice rang out.

"...Why don't you just say so? It's not like we're being disobedient..."

Did you hear me before? Without the constraints of the Wendeta Path, could you control yourselves after I said that?

Furthermore, if I didn't accumulate that many crystals and managed to shut you all up in one fell swoop, would you be satisfied?

【besides......】

The long ordeal began.

For the first time, the crimson sea had the thought of retreating on its own initiative.

As for Wendetta, she deeply regretted coming to this place.

Then......

So, now you know what to do, right?

The long reprimand—though it lasted only a moment in the mind—ended.

Looking down at Wendeta, who was almost shrunken into a ball, and those blood-red thoughts, the tentacles asked.

silence.

Then, he cautiously looked up.

"Yes...to deal with those alien races..."

Still wrong

The tentacles shook their heads.

[Draw from both sides after we go out.]

[Beat the demons and monsters to death, and beat the humans to death too!]

What, you think I want you to restrain yourselves? Why should I?

[To reiterate, I never thought there was anything wrong with your revenge; I just thought you guys were incompetent.]

In particular, if you really follow your old ways, just look at the environment now.

Tell me yourselves, what destruction can you cause, what revenge can you accomplish?

Otherwise, why do you think I trained that blood-red child, or taught you how to better utilize this power?

[Those guys outside had their fun in the previous brawl, but you haven't gotten your revenge yet.]

Fight those who deserve it, kill those who deserve it.

But don't get carried away. Figure out what you need to do and how to do it in a way that will benefit you.

This is true revenge, not blind self-harm.

Do you understand?

A tentacle gently caressed Wendeta's cheek.

The latter remained silent for a long time, then gripped the greatsword in his hand tightly.

"Yes, we understand."

The sea of ​​blood began to boil.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually gathered, and a fishy, ​​sweet smell gradually spread in the air.

That curse that had been accumulating for who knows how long, that pain that had been dormant for who knows how long.

Finally, with the opening of those scarlet eyes, it reappeared in the world.

"Hmm, it seems to have started."

The little green sprite, having once again been swept away by the blue torrent, raised its head and gazed into the distance.

But just as she was anticipating something, a red light streaked across the sky, like a shooting star, and crashed directly into her location.

boom--

As the smoke cleared, 'Windette', carrying her greatsword, glanced expressionlessly at the little elf in front of her, whose smile had vanished and whose brows were furrowed.

Then, he turned to look at the blue butterfly on the side.

"Kill her first, then go and whip the humans."

The blue butterfly, who had been somewhat wary, was taken aback, then revealed an unprecedented, extremely gratified smile.

"it is good."

On the other side, the ancient dragon, who was fighting Henry, suddenly sensed something and was about to dodge, but Henry suddenly exerted his strength and slashed with his greatsword, hindering her movements.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough.

Immediately following was a tremendous force that shattered the earth.

A golden and a blue meteor fell from the sky, directly knocking the ancient dragon away.

The scales shattered, the wounds reopened, and the head fell again, only to be caught by claws before hitting the ground.

"Oh, we meet again, Miss Evil Dragon."

A blue-eyed woman, who looked to be no more than thirty years old, stood there carrying a large hammer, smiling as she looked at the ancient dragon in the distance.

Beside her stood the old king, who was robust but had aged beyond recognition.

They were also the duo who once slew an evil dragon.

Although one has long since died, and the other is so old he looks terrible.

But the evil dragon on the other side wasn't at its full strength either, not to mention...

"Huh? This child is Henry? He's not..."

"He's become a human."

"Oh."

Although many people believe that Henry's divine attributes come from his innate identity as an ancient god.

But in reality, the old folks who actually lived through that era generally say that "this child is just like his mother" and "he is definitely her biological son."

But in any case, the situation has reversed.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the stage within the capital city.

The red-eyed girl slowly walked out and looked up at the god who was 'performing' on the stage.

Then, he took out his blood-red tentacles used for casting spells.

As it turns out, the power of the Blood Sea is indeed formidable, even though much of it is now concentrated on Wendeta.

But the remaining, or even more of it, is enough to support an existence that can fight against 'gods'.

Grace Valencia.

The half-sister of the blood-red child.

He used to be afraid of light and was born with a disability in both legs.

But after being completely modified by Green, not only were his eyes able to open, but his legs were also able to walk.

However, what appears at the edge of the stage at this moment, although it is Grace's body, is actually the Crimson Child, and it is the Blood Miracle itself that is fighting in place of her.

Are you here to see my performance too?

The deity on the platform asked with a smile.

Her response was a torrent of blood.

"Your soul is wailing."

Grace looked at the deity who was still playing calmly amidst the torrent.

Then, he took a harmonica out of his pocket.

Almost instantly, the deity on the stage sensed the anomaly, but when she tried to react, she discovered that the torrent's purpose was not to harm her at all, but simply to block her.

Then, the familiar melody began to play.

Even the green worms that were still struggling in the distance changed their expressions.

Wait, why are there people here?

No, we have to leave.

She didn't know what was happening, but it was clear that the situation was getting out of control and was becoming increasingly dangerous.

But just as she was about to give the order for the elves to prepare for the ceremony.

Turning around, she suddenly realized that the elves behind her had all disappeared without her noticing.

Meanwhile, underground, the tentacle fiddled with a beautiful living piece of furniture it had picked up from the road—a piece of furniture that it figured no one wanted—and nodded in satisfaction.

[Thank you for nature's gifts]

Of course, it wasn't just the green worms outside that noticed something was wrong.

After the situation changed, the aliens in the capital realized something was wrong and tried to retreat.

But just as they were thinking this, several small figures appeared on their retreat route.

The children stood there, watching the monster rushing towards them, their faces full of innocence and curiosity.

"Go away——"

The monster swung its claws.

The next second, it tore into pieces, turning into a pile of corpses.

Of course, I'm talking about monsters.

The original waste, now transformed into something unknown, was left to evoke a sense of wonder as the children looked at the body parts on the ground, poked them with twigs, and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is much easier than a math problem."

"Yeah, yeah."