Chapter 173

Battle of the Holy Land.

(3) 'How can it be so unfair...

.' Perhaps this is the karma that parents should bear? If the child is good, the child is good; if the child is bad, the parent is bad.

Ah, Raviel.

We also prefer not to have children.

I can't stand it.

Imagine a kid who looks like Raviel saying, 'Daddy, fuck you!' .

what? 'Maybe that's cute in its own way?' - Crazy bastard...

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It's not the cornea with the pod, but the foal with the brain membrane...

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'Racial Status Open.' I imagined a happy future and looked at the newly evolved state of the designated tribe.

+ [Designated species] Extinction level: C (risk safe) Proverbs: 'We are fire.' Political system: republic Explanation: How the hell did this happen? An astonishing evolution has taken place in the Designated Peoples.

The designated peoples have formed a very special civilization.

It is [Auror Civilization]! To the designated people, an adult is nothing but [a person who can use Auror].

Politicians come, artists come, warriors come.

Success in all occupations depends on whether or not you can use Aurors.

As soon as the designated people master the auror, they will join the council from the next full moon day.

The Peace Council is an organization in which all designated adults participate, and all tribal events are decided here.

The designated tribes using the aurors are [adults], [citizens], and [senators].

Your rank in the council is determined by how proficient you are with Aurors.

The first person in the ranks, that is, the most proficient auror among the designated tribe, will be the chairperson.

'Fuck Gor.' In short, the strongest person is the head of the race! On a night when the son-in-law is quiet because the full moon is deep, the designated tribes gather.

It was the day of the meeting of the designated tribe when the ugly appearance and the evil cuckoo teeth were buried in darkness.

Drunk in the cool night air, the Designated people solemnly discuss the fate of their race.

'chairman.

No matter how much I think about it, I don't think that's the solution.' 'Do you pick it up? 'Pick it.' 'If you twist, run away.' 'I will.' Despite all citizens coming together to set the agenda, the Reconciliation Council boasts remarkable efficiency and speed.

This is a feat that is possible because the chairman is the strongest warrior of the race.

I can't believe that such an ignorant fighting race exists.

If there is someone who gave birth to such a race, it seems that some time for reflection is necessary! Traits: [Republican tradition], [Evil and evil doctrine], [Spiral Aurora transmission method], [Blood flower], [League of record], [Reverence to win] Evolutionary form: Unknown.

There is a total of 1 evolution left.

Alias: Hobgoblin, etc.

+ Well.

uhm.

okay.

I smiled broadly in my mind.

'Hey, the goblin has evolved into a hobgoblin! Great! stylish!' - It's a zombie.

Is the feeling all about it? 'Damn, how did this happen...

?!' I covered my head.

'Really, I was just helping them not to lose [Blood Flower] and to change [Greeding Gap] in a positive direction!' -I guess the positive direction turned around and became a bully.

'Oh, no.

My teaching method was not wrong.

Come to think of it, doesn't it mean that at least hundreds of people have learned to use Aurors? Maybe thousands of people.

are you dope awesome.

It's an unexpected mistake, but it's a happy mistake.

It also folds.' -Parents who have failed to raise children have now reached the stage of self-justification...

this kid...

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I saw the characteristics of the designated people.

600 years is a long time.

Characters that did not exist in the past were additionally acquired.

Such was the case with [Republican Tradition].

+ [Republican Tradition] Category: Political Origin: [Blood Flower] Description: The Designated Peoples have a republican system.

This republican system derives from the unique [funeral] of the designated people! When someone in the clan died, the designated clan gathered in an underground cave and held a meeting.

The subterranean cave was very dark, so the appearance of each designated tribe was hidden.

Although the designated tribes only performed funerals to escape the oppression and surveillance of the Sanwa - unintentionally, they experienced [the veil of ignorance].

in the dark.

Designated tribes discussed freely.

'How did this man die?' history.

'Is this man's life right?' trial.

'To this death, how should we react?' ethics.

'Is Kekerukker a lion cub or a dog cub?' philosophy.

As time went on, the designated tribes began to discuss the living as well as the dead.

After escaping from the underground cave, a meeting was held every New Year's Eve.

Naturally, the matters agreed upon here were regarded as the consensus of the designated tribes, and the assembly became a parliament.

Unlike other councils, here, the word is not important.

'Ugor.

Regretful.

There seems to be a significant difference of view between the two of us.' 'If you crush one's eyes, the time difference will disappear.' 'It's a great solution.' Respect for the strong! In a sense, the Designated Council is still a funeral home! ※However, this characteristic may change depending on the development of history.

+ "......." Mixed.

Something very different...

mixed up 'It's a zone of the strong, not a dictatorship, and it has a parliament, but the ranks are decided in the order of force rather than talkativeness.

What? Something, something is strange...

.' -Isn't this the result of your education? The mastermind clicked his tongue.

-Your foreign policy is, in a nutshell, [I use my fists after having a conversation].

Or [talking, but using fists anyway].

That's right.

It's completely similar to the Kim Zombie.

'this… My true self...

?' -OK.

Basically, parents come to know themselves while raising their children.

Shock.

I guess I'm more than I thought.

"Hmm.

As a race of four kings, they are very good at fighting.”

The swordsman looked at the plain.

“It’s already been the 3rd time for Ikito, but without changing the fighters, all the designated tribes have won.

The difference in martial arts doesn't seem that big.

The Aurors seem to have different skills.”

As the swordsman said, the duel continued.

The Allied Forces and the Designated Tribe, both sides sent fighters in turn.

However, the warrior of the designated tribe, the tribe of the tribe, was victorious.

The Black Dragon Lord murmured.

"Yeah.

I thought it was a goblin.

Contrary to how it looks, the use of Aurors is elegant.”

“Adventure.”

“… Four kings, why are you all of a sudden doing a shoulder dance? I don't want to look bad, so please stop.

As someone in charge of your fashion, it's a bit disappointing." “Since the children are doing well, the strength in my shoulders is automatically added.

More Black Dragon.

Speaking of fashion, why do I have to wear black leather clothes like this? what is it It's a bit like a 2nd bottle.

I searched the internet and found that my likes and dislikes about my fashion were very bad...

.”

"it's okay.

You look good with leather.”

“Isn’t this the kind of black dragon wine you like?”

"no way." Black Dragon Lord pretended not to know and said calmly.

“I was only objectively matching clothes that fit you.

There is no such thing as selfishness.”

The suspicion deepened and the day deepened as well.

-Damn mold bastards! The Allied Forces' leadership sharpened this.

They shuddered at the shame.

It was because he was constantly fighting for the night, and his overall cost was not good at all.

-When 4 allies die, only 1 designated clan dies.

The vampire lamented.

-Because it was the vanguard, I would have chosen only the elite soldiers, but...

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Anyway, this ratio is serious.

The leadership of the multi-racial coalition was blazing.

- The situation is similar with the Sanwa.

Shit.

I put the egg in the middle of the battlefield...

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-Are you going to fit in with the fungus's masterpieces like this? We are on our way to the temple! It means you are following the will of the gods! Ignore the molds and drive the entire army into an all-out attack! -So you mean to declare war on the designated tribe? That's stupid.

-What? Are you stupid? -If you rush with your emotions, it's the Sanwa who benefit.

Didn't the fungus say? They say they are only the vanguard.

The great king of the designated tribe, the chairman is bringing the main force.

According to tradition, the great king of the designated tribe is a monster that blocks the waterways and catches fires alone.

When attacked by them, there is no answer.

The vampire ate bitterly.

-The Sanwa tribe in the front, the designated tribe in the rear… .

Annihilation.

The good news is that the Sanwa are probably doing the same thing.

deadlock situation.

-her.

Then what are you talking about? The noble commander made a sound.

The nobles were the longest-repressed tribe under the Sanwa.

There was so much hatred.

-You pushed the Slimepolis right up until it was captured, so let's give up like this? How much did the expedition cost? Go back to your home country saying nothing has happened? That's funny.

What would you say to the soldiers who were loyal in death and to the people who lived and served them? Are you still generals? -.......

The commanders shut their mouths.

the next day too.

The next day, there was also the weather.

Occasionally, designated warriors lost their heads, but three times as many Allied and Sanwa were dismembered.

The goal of [blocking the battle between the Allied Forces and the Sanwa tribe] was achieved by the designated tribes.

Finally, the fourth day.

- Ugor.

Hundreds of designated tribesmen sniffed their noses.

-The wind smells like mud.

In four days, a hundred designated tribesmen died.

The warriors, who were a little smaller than a few days ago, raised their heads one after another and looked over the plains.

- It's a nostalgic earthy smell.

-It's the smell that you roll around your body and drink through your mouth.

- It's the scent of Guru.

Their sense of smell was right.

After a while, the Legion slowly appeared from beyond the horizon.

About 3,000 warriors all rode on lions.

Strange tattoos were engraved on the body of the lion as well as the warrior himself.

Is it because of that? From a distance, it was as if living, moving tentacles were creeping towards them.

- Boo woo woo.

The warrior in the lead blew the trumpet.

At that time, the soldiers of the Multi-racial Allied Forces and the Sanwa soldiers who were protesting in Slimepolis looked at the horizon.

An army marching with its back to the sun.

- Boo woo woo.

The trumpet sound continued strangely.

Among them was a trumpet made of the shells of the Sanwa tribe.

There was a trumpet made of a single horn of noble people.

There were even trumpets adorned with the skulls of pure races, and even trumpets studded with vampire teeth.

It was a trace of the battle they had been defeated.

At the forefront of the army, especially, there was a designated tribe riding a giant white lion.

“Wow.”

said the viper.

“It’s not the Great King, it’s just the Demon King Force? hey, king.

You surpassed the magic and raised this demon king.

Congratulations." The leader of all designated tribes.

The Chairman of the Reconciliation Council led the warriors into the war.

3.

- How are you? woohoo! In the middle of the battlefield, an ax the size of a building pillar was pierced.

The head of the designated tribe put his feet on the chin and the ax blade.

The voice of the chairman, strengthened by Auror, shook the heavens and the earth.

- Living things that twinkle like the shining stars in this world! I am the 212th President of the Reconciliation Council, Uburqa! A face full of dignity.

Muscles flowing all over the body.

There was a large scar on one side of his face, apparently showing that he had slaughtered some people.

The chairman spread his arms wide and boasted the significance of his chest muscles to his heart's content.

-Today, I have a lot of trouble living a crazy life! There was not much dignity in the content of the words.

-Not everyone can enjoy the blessings of life, but doesn't everyone enjoy the nitty-gritty of life? Although our seven races are different in appearance, they must be compatriots who enjoy the same shit! Fellow Hunters murmured.

“What is a shibal to the designated people, so that every word has a shibal at the end of it?”

"I do not know.

Guessing it, I think it might be similar to a 'cock'.

It can mean anything, it can mean nothing.”

“The King… You see, education...

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I want to see a child who looks like Raviel.

No, I just want to see Raviel.

the child is You don't have to...

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As we were escaping from reality, the Japanese leader's speech by the head of the designated tribe increased momentum.

-Yes! We are compatriots! My left pectoral muscle contains the soul of the designated tribe, and the right pectoral muscle contains the love of a compatriot! Look! My pectoral muscles are burning with soul and love! The analogy opened up.

It was a bit harsh.

In fact, seeing the bulging green muscles made my stomach churn a little.

what the hell Not only that body but also the head is a muscle pig.

What's the point of saying, 'Brother!' when an orc passing by sees it unintentionally? “Why is it that I use too much fluttering… .”

“The more you look, the more you look like the four kings… .”

“I’m not really that tidy!”

The multi-ethnic coalition and the Sanwa quietly watched the chairman from both sides of the battlefield.

Although they were enemies, the soldiers of the two armies had similar expressions on their faces.

They were all looking at crazy people.

-However! myself! Very sad! The madman had an anguished expression on his face.

- Even if the Sanwa committed an indelible sin six hundred years ago, how could annihilation of a tribe be a way of apology! That's not right! can't put it on! Not even beautiful! Even warring in Slimepolis, which you call the Holy Land.

It wasn't even sacred! We define this as a really crazy situation, and declare that we will participate in the war! Following the chairman's proclamation, the designated warriors waved their weapons up and down.

- Shit! Fuck! Fuck! -Listen to the seven races! said the head of the madmen.

-You who groaned as slaves under the Sanwa are not bad! What would you do if you wanted to solve the resentment of your ancestors? The Sanwa are not bad either! I don't want to be destroyed, so I'm going to rebel, but what can I do? The multi-ethnic coalition army and the Sanwa tribe roared.

'What's that crazy guy talking about?' Like, 'Is mold really moldy on your brain, lime?' They all became one heart and one voice, revealing their absurdity.

-Yes! you are not bad! The words that followed caused the seven races to shut down.

- Bad things are holy places! All the soldiers looked at the chairman's mouth with a 'what?' face.

-There is no god in the world.

There should be no sanctuary.

Even so, everyone puts their regrets on fire by making holy places and things like that.

Pouring your sparkling life into the bottomless hole! All the holy places are wrong! Therefore, I, the Reconciliation Council, have decided as follows! - What are you talking about...

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Allied leaders were perplexed.

whether or not The head of the designated tribe declared with arms crossed.

- We destroy the Holy Land! The leaders were silent.

-You can't divide the Holy Land! Divide and fight! So, let's all participate and destroy the Holy Land! -.......

-If you can't forgive what others have, then everyone shouldn't have it.

This makes sense! Thoroughly eliminate Slimepolis so that no one can occupy it and no one can live! Ego! Seven brethren! Let's destroy the holy land together and build a happy world for all of us! There is no sage under the hobu.

The race I raised came back as a proper group.174.