Chapter 150: The World’s Shortest Successful Invasion

The wind howled throughout the forest as if to announce the death of the person who oh-so-wished for herself to perish for who knows how long, the siblings combo of Warden, Momoiro, and the two assassins started to dig a very deep hole to dump the bodies of the last recognized members of the Gjallarhorn royal family.

Of course, as a precaution for future rebellions, it was expected that the whole black ops of the Urdujan queendom would sweep all of Pentateuch and kill anyone who had even a little bit of Gjallarhornian bloodline, the said queendom had a close relationship with Kamatayan, an also newly formed queendom that is known for their groundbreaking innovation like the arc reactor, so detecting blood relations will not be an issue as nations will never want beef with the two leaders.

Yet the 4 siblings did not care about such future arrangements, for the moment they finished dumping the bodies in a rather clumsy way and chucking a giant tree as the memorial stone, they immediately rushed towards the clearing by which the two sword masters were fighting, the two assassins were already crying for they were the ones that heard the last goodbye of Myra, but Momoiro and Warden still held some hope, that somehow, someway, their lady Myra have survived and rested long enough for them to arrive.

"Lady Myra!"

Shouted the two elder siblings, whilst the two assassins silently wept, watching their elder siblings run towards the sitting corpse of their mother, their tears audibly dropping to the ground, they wanted to do something, but they knew it was already too late.

Momoiro held the face of Myra, making all of her eyes concentrate on the nervous system of one of her mother figures, but she felt no function, if it was still in the 8-minute interval, Momoiro could jumpstart her whole nervous system, shut down her pain receptors and then ask the nervous system to command the body to regenerate cells as fast as possible.

Momoiro might get exhausted, and she might even endanger her life, but at least, Myra will live.

Unfortunately, all of this is now nothing but a wish, all of her eyes started to shed tears, something that may look ridiculous to an outsider, but for people like her siblings who never saw Momoiro bat an eye when she was puking in front of a lot of nobles, this is something refreshing yet sorrowful to see.

Warden also started to cry silently, the two assassins slowly approached their elder siblings and hugged them in their backs, their cries became united, filling their hearts and minds with the name of one woman they had thought of as their mom, alongside Urduja, of course.

Myra, why are you gone? Why did you kill yourself as an apology to your child?

Sophia, I know it's not your fault, but you could have at least been lenient with her, she is still your mom!

They cried and cried, in sorrow and anger, they knew that Sophia was the reason for this all, but they also knew that her reaction was valid, after all, not like them, she was abandoned, and carved a path for herself, yet they have to release this anger, an anger that they can barely contain, and in their madness they tilted their eyes to the samurais and knights fighting against their queendom.

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The encirclement of the "ordered" army of the queendom of Urduja was not breached until the 100,000 of the samurais plummeted down to 75,000, something that the warriors found hard to believe, more so because they had not been a recipient of an army being led by a Dodomeki their entire lives as the only known dodomekis alive are currently their enemies, so they didn't know the buffs of the mind control they are doing.

Outside the City of Heimdall, the corpses of their comrade laid messily into the soil, some without heads, some without limbs, some got punctured in the heart, some got their forehead cleaved by a katana of their traitor former brethren, but in any case, they successfully entered the city.

The samurais and knights on the side of Gjallarhorn mounted a furious defense alongside the nobles that made their last stand for their country, and themselves.

Though somehow, the generals of Urduja cannot help but think that they have forgotten something.

In any case, soon, the encirclement was once again aided by the main force of Urduja, they took down the walls and slaughtered all the marksmen above with magic spells that they hurled with seemingly reckless abandon, yet somehow organized to the teeth, after that, they once again laid waste to the army of samurais and knights opposing them, advancing like an unstoppable wave of meat and flesh.

The samurais and knights were already on their last legs, yet they refused to shrink their defense line, for one, in the middle of the city lay the fight between Aoi Dodomeki and Yamato Mamorite, their leader after Mizukuni Mamorite who perished in the hands of Urduja, they were about to be defeated but refused to give up as long as their lady is alive.

They thought stubbornness was noble, and they thought they were brave, but when they saw their enemies make their way to an additional 4 children of Urduja, they realized, that perhaps they should have given up earlier when their master died.

The tallest of the new 4 sprouted chains with hooks from the ground and latched them on the collar bones of the samurais, and with a command from his hands, pulled them to the ground, dead or momentarily paralyzed, but not only that, he conjured iron maidens, guillotine, as well pear of anguish and murdered anyone who even glanced at him. Such is the power of Warden's unique skill [Punisher].

The twins were no slouch either, while not having unique skills, they went in and out of the battlefield with great agility and momentum, every soldier they passed through could not even block their daggers, and before they even took a glance at the boys, they were already dead.

However, when the generals of Urduja (who are also her children) took a glance at their side, even they who were laying waste to the combined enemy soldiers could not help but grimace, Momoiro stood there unmoving, all her eyes glowing with rainbow aurora, everywhere her eyes looked, someone will clutch their head and scream because of an intense headache before their heads exploded into a mush.

They felt quite disturbed and unconsciously got away from the domain of Momoiro, in fear that they would be caught in her rage.

The 4 siblings that are closest to Myra pouring all of their frustrations and rage due to their selfishness made the enemy soldiers' resolve waver once again, and not only that, they cannot help but notice that the sound of battle at the back suddenly dwindled until it was practically gone, they unconsciously looked in the direction of the middle of the city, yet they cannot pierce through the buildings for the battlefield is juts 100 meters or a little bit above away from the walls.

Thus they continued fighting in anxiety about what happened to their last beacon of hope.

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"They are still children after all."

Aoi Dodomeki looked at her front, her front which is actually the direction by which the 4 children of Urduja that are closest to Myra are ripping souls one by one, she could not help but sigh. In all honesty, she was not that close to Myra and was even a little jealous because she was able to have alone time with Urduja almost every day, meanwhile, she had only the night with her because of her secretarial duty and her wife's queenly duties.

Surely, they have to be professional and Urduja doesn't need to touch her hand while on her back while Urduja's crotch is touching her ass. But still, she can't help but get emotional every time she remembers the reason of Myra for working so hard.

Aoi sighed and looked at her opponent, she is sitting in a seiza position with her two hands on the floor supporting her forehead that is inches away from the ground, in front of her kneeling self is a heart, still slightly beating from all the vitality mermaids had.

It was Yamato Mamorite's own heart, which, like Roselle was made to be gouged out by Aoi, the only difference is that this time, Aoi was ordering a very strong person (relative to Roselle's level of strength) to kill herself.

_In the past, I used to kill others through this, disguising myself as a mere slave so that I could have my fill of mass murders, just so that I could cope with my sin of eradicating my whole race by accident because of my once oh-so-uncontrollable power... by helping my savior, I redeemed myself, but Myra... killed herself._

Once again, Aoi sighed, she sat down in seiza position but instead of kneeling, she straightened her body and clasped both of her hands.

"May your soul be forgiven of the sins that you have been carrying to the point of self-harm."

Such were the only words Aoi could say for her not-so-close friend, Myra.

And, she said it as if she did not just make a person pull out her heart in cold blood.

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In the middle of the ocean separating Leviticus and Genesis, Urduja is still floating just above the water's surface, clutching her sword. No words came out of her mouth, but soon, the sword glowed bright, so bright it is that the world once again saw the oceans turn into the afternoon, she raised her kampilan above head and then swung it down, and the water split from her point, to the shores that connect the continent, she then raised it again, and swung it down, again and again, and again.

Urduja never said anything, her cheeks were silently being flooded by tears that instantly evaporated upon contact with the solar flares radiating out of her sword.

_Myra is gone, in the end, I cannot help her get away from the thoughts of suicide._

_A thought that I have succumbed to in on my previous life._

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The one-sided battle in the front lines raged on, but this time, the samurais and knights were already on the last legs of their morale, not only were they being outclassed in general, but there were 4 people who were running wild, not caring about themselves and attacking anyone on their sight, even their allies got away with them.

Plus the fact that they once again saw the ocean change from night to morning made them remember that their emperor, was most probably already defeated, dead.

A lot of them thought of giving up, they were just waiting for someone to put down their sword and put their hands up, unlike how they are portrayed, samurais and knights are not as unyielding and chivalrous as they seem, at some point in time, they even started to use each other as a shield to not die earlier than their comrade.

In this world, there are more important things than glory and honor or other shit the military has been preaching for so long.

However, to say that it was one-sided is underestimating the damage the ordered army of Aoi Dodomeki has received, they were after all are not trained with the same standard of competence as the army of Urduja, the samurais are still somewhat okay, but the knights are almost erased from the totality of the commanded force.

If Sophia were to see this, she would have shouted that it should be the other way around, but because the samurais are ruled by an ancient calamity, their competence will be unconsciously amplified to match that of their lord.

In the end, the forces of Gjallarhorn and Leviticus have 63,000 remaining and the commanded force of Aoi (excluding the main army of the Queendom of Urduja) has 65,000 people, clearly they do not have that much of a lead, and if not for the main force, the Queendom of Urduja will not be just waiting for the enemy to officially give up.

"Man, you all are surely stubborn."

As the two sides continued to engage each other in the middle of the night, such were the words they heard, alongside it, for the third time this night, the dark sky turned bright, and as they could guess, they saw Urduja, strangely in a veil of light, and more strange have swollen eyes, her hands is pointed at the sky and in the sky is the sun, albeit a small one relative to the size of the true one, it was floating above her head, threatening to drop any moments from now.

Urduja need not say another word, just like that, the first samurai in the enemy camp threw his weapon, and then the first knight, and then two samurais, and the two knights, this trend continued on and on until all of the people in the enemy camp disarmed themselves and then raised their two arms in the sky, announcing their surrender.

At that moment, Urduja also dispersed the sun above her, which was already on the verge of melting the walls and had already made the grass outside her newly acquired city catch fire.

"Good thing you're a good listener too."

Such are the words that declared the end of the world's shortest successful invasion.