240. Floor 41: The Final Battle (1)

[Meteor Sphere Fall]

The spear's mass increases according to the Divine Power imbued within it.

It looks like a single spear, but it is a mass of tens of tons falling from the sky.

The people in the city instinctively feel a sense of crisis, as if a meteor is falling.

"Everyone, activate the Defensive Magic Circles!!"

A single spear threatens to obliterate the city.

Defensive Magic Circles unfold one after another above the city.

The colorful Magic Circles, each of a different attribute, try to block it, showing off their respective might, but,

CRACK! SH-SH-SH-SHATTER!!!

The moment the spear touches them, all the Shield Magic shatters in vain, and it continues its descent to the ground.

“A..."

"E-Everyone, get away!!”

The spear falls precisely on top of the army densely packed at the northern gate.

This is not a simple mass attack.

Secondly, the massive pink energy gathered on the spear, which has now hit the ground, causes an explosion.

Flash!

For a moment, the city's sky flashes pink as if struck by lightning, and,

KRRRRRRRRRUMBLE!!!

A hemispherical shockwave erupts.

Anyone nearby dies from the shockwave alone, their internal organs bursting.

The windows of all the buildings in the entire city shatter, and furniture rattles and falls.

Following that, an earthquake and a cloud of dust sweep over.

The area near the northern gate is completely devastated, and those without the strength to block with Aura or personal Shield Magic are killed by shrapnel or crushed by heavy falling debris.

They had come thinking of this battle as merely a means to look good to the Second Prince.

It was a competition to see who could show more loyalty by sending more elite troops.

In the first place, not only did they not think they could lose, but they didn't even consider the possibility of taking damage.

However, with just a single attack, their forces were nearly cut in half.

Except for the Swordmasters and the 7th and 8th-Circle Mages, everyone was either seriously injured or dead.

“Keuk, everyone, pull yourselves together! The enemy must have squeezed out all their power!”

Gundelief, an 8th-Circle Mage who was relatively unscathed, gathers his strength, blowing away the dust with wind Magic.

The soldiers who survived and are still able to fight rally around him.

Five Swordmasters.

Three 7th-Circle Mages.

That was it.

Everyone else was incapacitated. Because they had concentrated their troops at the northern gate to rack up even the smallest achievement, they had suffered far greater losses than expected.

“Dammit… How, in one shot.”

Thud!

And then, Lee Do-hee lands in front of them.

There was no need for things like bending her knees to absorb the shock.

She lands on both feet as if she had just jumped in place and slowly walks over.

The immense energy she exudes feels incongruous with her naked appearance.

Unlike her curvaceous body, optimized for breeding, the energy she gives off is that of a powerful being the likes of which even the Swordmasters had never felt in their lives.

Not even the Emperor was on this level.

Their hands and feet tremble, and their bodies freeze.

Like herbivores frozen before a predator, their bodies stiffen and their minds go blank.

‘I have to run.’

Whether they were a Swordmaster or an 8th-Circle Mage, that was their only thought.

Lee Do-hee hadn't controlled her energy, hoping they would simply flee, but…

“Ugh, uwaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

There are always people like that.

People who, when cornered and unable to assess the situation, will charge forward no matter what.

“Damn it, Lukeric!!”

“We have no choice… Let’s go!”

Did his foolish charge give them some courage? Their panicked minds return to their usual cold composure.

‘Right, it could be a trick, couldn't it? Who in the world is stronger than the Emperor? It’s impossible!’

Thinking this, they gain courage and charge.

First, high-level spells pour out without any chanting.

[Wind Slash]

[Inferno]

A giant blade of wind that looks like it could slice through anything cuts across the ground towards her, and the hot infernal flames of hell engulf Lee Do-hee.

But they are easily blocked by Lee Do-hee's spear and scatter.

And immediately after,

“Uwaaaaaaaahk!”

The Swordmaster who was the first to charge creates a massive green Aura and strikes down.

Unconditionally heavy and hard. That was the Mental Thought contained in his sword.

The green Aura and the blade of Lee Do-hee's spear, swung upwards from below, clash.

[Half Moon]

Slice!

Along with his Aura, his sword and body are split vertically.

“Now!”

Simultaneously, the Swordmasters who had been preparing from four directions rush in.

A combined attack by four Swordmasters, a rare sight to behold.

At the same time, her feet are bound.

[Bind]

It was a simple binding spell, but the Magic cast by the 8th and 7th-Circle Archmages was enough to hold Lee Do-hee's feet for a very brief moment.

“It’s over!!!”

A purple Aura.

A red Aura.

A black Aura.

A white Aura.

Swords imbued with different powers interlock precisely, aiming for different spots at the same time.

A flawless combined attack, timed as perfectly as a work of art.

The final blow from the Swordmasters, containing the last moments of their lives on the brink of death!

“A?”

They thought it was perfect timing, but that was their delusion.

The binding Magic wasn't even an obstacle for Lee Do-hee.

[Direct Heart Thrust]

In an instant, she takes a step forward and thrusts her spear into the neck of the Swordmaster who was infinitesimally faster.

[Half Moon]

As Lee Do-hee spins around and smoothly swings her spear, the heads of the two Swordmasters coming from the sides fly off.

The remaining one brings down his sword, filled with Aura, but,

[Crushing Flow]

It is futilely deflected upwards, and his neck is immediately pierced by the spear, killing him.

“A?”

“A.”

Crack!

Slice! Thud! Krr-crack!!!

A smooth and swift movement, almost like a single motion.

The heads of four Swordmasters fly into the air almost simultaneously.

Forces equivalent to a decent kingdom are taken down in an instant.

“Where do you think you’re going.”

And finally, she throws her spear at the 8th-Circle Mage who, upon seeing the spectacle, was trying to escape using an emergency teleportation spell.

CRACK!!

He had an Absolute Barrier, but it pierces through his heart as if it was never there to begin with.

"Keuk! Why... am I..."

Thud.

For the death of an 8th-Circle Archmage at the pinnacle of Magic, it was a futile end.

The rest of the battle was unnecessary.

Everyone scattered in terror.

Lee Do-hee had overwhelmingly crushed the Second Prince's entire army.

'It's over.'

I captured just one fleeing 7th-Circle Mage and walked straight towards the Warp Gate.

Everyone who encountered me ran away in fear, and the Warp Gate manager had simply vanished without taking any action.

“Silvarion~ You can come now.”

Silvarion, who was waiting nearby, immediately approaches.

Shouta, riding behind Silvarion, stares at the scene in disbelief.

“Noona… you’re insane.”

“Heheh, you see that, Shouta? This is your noona. I told you, I’m the strongest in the world.”

“No, Noona, are you crazy? Why are you fighting naked? Wow… I feel like I’m going to die of embarrassment, so put on some clothes first, Noona!!”

“Well… it’s common sense for clothes to come off when you’re fighting…”

At Shouta's threat to fuck me in front of everyone if I don't get dressed properly right now, I put my clothes back on.

'I shouldn't have put them on... no, no. What am I thinking right before such an important moment!'

I hold the spear to the captured Mage's neck and threaten him into activating the Warp Gate.

And for this moment, I too change into a cool, non-revealing set of armor and cross over with Shouta. Shouta also changes into a decent-looking set of armor he finds nearby and puts on a tin-can helmet that covers his face.

Wooooong!

When we step out of the Warp Gate, we see soldiers scurrying about in confusion.

“They’re, they’re here!”

“Wh-what do we do?”

“I don’t know either!”

As soon as we arrive, we find a group of soldiers who can neither flee nor approach.

Officially, Lee Do-hee was still a wanted serial killer.

“Sigh, move it.”

I was about to handle it, but this time, Shouta steps forward.

“Noona, I’ll take it from here.”

“Eo?”

Shouta takes off his tin-can-like helmet.

His brilliant golden hair and golden eyes are revealed.

'Oh...'

His appearance alone gave it away.

Anyone could see that he had the look of a noble.

Shouta shouts in a dignified voice.

“Loyal soldiers of the Empire. I am the First Prince of the Harpedium Empire. Shouta Edelhardt! Do not block the path to the legitimate contest for the crown prince!”

'Oh... I knew Shouta could say something like this?'

Shing!*

He draws his sword, releasing a golden Aura.

Unlike in the north, this place was under the watch of numerous neutral families.

Moreover, these soldiers were not even the Second Prince's subordinates.

“Th-that is…?”

“A golden Aura. H-he’s really a member of the royal family!”

“F-forgive us!”

Whether Lee Do-hee is a wanted criminal or not is no longer important. A man with brilliant golden Aura, which only the royal family in this world can use, and golden hair and eyes.

He was undoubtedly royalty.

“It is fine. Guide us to the central plaza!”

“Ah, come to think of it, today is…”

“Ne! We will guide you!”

In truth, they could have been suspicious of his completely changed appearance, but the soldiers seemed to fully believe him after seeing the golden Aura.

Somehow, word had spread, and the path we took was lined with spectators.

“Crazy… That’s Prince Shouta?”

“He was a winning lottery ticket after all.”

“I wonder if he can win?”

From simple comments on his appearance to people expressing worry and anticipation.

The murmuring could have been distracting, but Shouta walks forward confidently with his chest puffed out.

‘Shouta… you’ve grown.’

The brat who used to mindlessly grope my breasts and Vagina was gone, and now he showed the dignity befitting a crown prince.

In fact, his inner self had matured long ago; only his appearance had looked that way because of the curse.

His childish behavior towards Lee Do-hee had also been a calculated act to close the psychological distance between them.

The overwhelming atmosphere created by his walk alone made it impossible for anyone to look away.

Before long, the path widened, and we arrived at a huge plaza.

It was called a plaza, but it had spectator seats that could accommodate nearly ten thousand people, with a wide stage in the center.

And there, not only Chris, but also the Emperor and Laila were present.

“You really came! But how did you break the curse?”

“A, a? Shouta…?”

The Emperor was sitting on a large throne, embracing Laila, who was wearing a half-torn dress, while groping her breasts and Vagina.

It was a scene similar to Shouta and me not long ago.

And Chris.

When he actually saw us, a hint of bewilderment flashed across his face.

But after hearing something from the woman next to him, who appeared to be his mother, he walks towards us with a confident expression to greet us.

“Hahahaha! I didn't think you'd actually come, Shouta. I commend you for your courage.”

“It seems you’re the one who needs courage, Chris. I see you’ve gathered all sorts of armies out of fear of me.”

At Shouta's sharp retort, Chris's face twitches slightly, his expression almost breaking, but he barely manages to keep it in check.

“Ha, hahahahaha!! Well, shouldn't a crown prince candidate be able to do that much on his own? By the way... how can you be so confident when you're not even a Swordmaster? It's truly amazing! I really must praise your courage!”

"I'd like to say the same thing to you. What was a guy with nothing but a fancy background thinking, opening a contest for the crown prince?"

Shouta doesn't back down against Chris.

Even in front of the Emperor and numerous high-ranking nobles, he isn't intimidated at all and instead stares straight at Chris, pressuring him.

“…Right. You came here to die, so I should grant your wish. It’s too late to beg for your life now.”

"You're the one who should be worried. I have no intention of forgiving you."

Chris and Shouta head towards the plaza stage, guided by the announcer.

And as they get closer to Laila on the way,

“Shouta…! Shouta!! Why, why did you come? Why!!! Why… Mmph!”

“Hoo… Do I have to fuck you for a month straight to calm you down? Huh? Laila, just watch. Who knows? Maybe Shouta will win?”

Laila has a fit, almost wailing at the sight of Shouta, but she is easily subdued by the Emperor, who shoves his fingers into her Vagina and mouth.

Even so, cunt juice was dripping from Laila's Vagina, and her lower body was twitching.

'This is a complete mess...'

I sit down next to Laila so she can see clearly.

The Emperor's gaze sweeps over me, but perhaps because I'm wearing proper, thick armor, he focuses again on toying with Laila.

‘Shouta… can you really win?’

Objectively, Shouta's chances of winning are about 10 to 20 percent.

In fact, that might even be a generous estimate.

The duel right now is no different from a fight between a Sword Expert and a Swordmaster.

Shouta, whose Upper Dantian hasn't opened, is still weak.

Nevertheless, his chances aren't zero.

‘Overwhelming talent.’

The brilliant talent and free-form swordsmanship he showed while training with me. That could be the variable.

And that confident look on Shouta's face.

He might be hiding something.

A moment later, Shouta slowly walks onto the stage, and Chris walks out from the opposite side.

“Kukuku, you’re ready to die, aren’t you, Shouta?”

Chris says, arrogantly swinging his sword in the air.

Shouta closes his eyes for a moment,

thinks about something, and then opens his eyes again.

“No, the one who dies today is you, Chris.”

Shouta's sword glows with a golden light.