Not All Heroes From Earth Are Bad-Chapter 267

Demon race.

The annihilation of the advance party was predicted.

That was the purpose from the beginning.

The advance party, fallen into a massive trap, collapsed under devastating blows as expected.

“Still, isn’t it regrettable? That kind of force would have been a great help in the final battle.”

“It is indeed unfortunate. They too were great pillars supporting the demon race. However, we couldn’t leave uncontrolled power unchecked.”

Sidriel’s decision was firm.

The three families, bound together by arrogant authority, would have caused problems eventually.

They were a force that could become a disaster, starting as sparks of discord.

Such unstable power was worse than having none at all.

Using them briefly this time to delay the enemy’s advance was satisfactory enough.

“So now it’s our turn to step up.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’ll leave it to you.”

The legends, including Choi Hyun-seok, moved according to plan.

Divided into two teams – one to stop the main force of fanatics, and the other to prevent new groups of fanatics from gathering.

▫Level: 1713

He grew by about 400 levels in a short time.

Thanks to this, his combat power exceeded 1000,000, making it impossible to measure anymore.

While clearly remarkable, thinking about the process made it impossible to smile.

“Haah…”

Choi Hyun-seok, with a tired face, rubbed it dry.

How many fanatics had he killed to reach this point?

Countless lives were lost.

The weight of each life felt heavier because he had personally destroyed their heads and hearts.

“… Fortunately the evacuation ended safely.”

“The operation was successful for now.”

“Everyone worked hard.”

Still, thanks to their fierce fighting, they achieved their objective.

Currently, the evacuation is 99.9% complete.

There were almost no casualties during that time.

This was remarkable, and Choi Hyun-seok deliberately focused more on this fact.

If he thought about how many people died by his hands, he might truly go mad.

Right now, he would only think about how many people he had saved.

This was what Choi Hyun-seok had to do.

With the final battle approaching now.

Whether to atone, break down and go mad, or fall into hell.

Those were things to think about after finishing the last battle.

Considering the weight of life and sacrifice pressing on his shoulders now, this was absolutely necessary.

“They’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Finally, the end.”

“Yes. The final battle…”

A massive group of fanatics numbering 40 million.

Despite numerous deaths, their increased numbers were now approaching the capital Draxel.

“Can we win…”

Someone muttered quietly.

That soliloquy struck everyone’s heart like a cold dagger.

“…”

An uncomfortable and awkward silence continued.

Everyone was too tired to even force a smile and pretend things were fine.

They fought without rest.

More accurately, they killed people without rest.

The blood they made others spill could probably form a massive river.

They were all floundering in the river of blood they had created.

When no one could think to break the silence.

Choi Hyun-seok spoke.

“We will win. That’s what all this time has been for.”

His calm voice held a strange power.

During the battle, there was no time to wash.

Now, completely disheveled from forgetting about washing entirely.

But his eyes alone remained clear.

He had already sorted out his thoughts.

And knew what he had to do.

“Let’s begin soon. Everyone seems to be here.”

“… Understood.”

Orlaben Grimier stood up.

He began briefing them on the final operation.

“Thanks to everyone’s efforts, the evacuation is almost complete. Not only the citizens of Drason, but also refugees from other countries have safely moved to the rear. Once again, I thank you for your hard work.”

Orlaben Grimier gave a slight bow.

If these legends hadn’t been here, the damage would have been beyond imagination.

Perhaps even the hope of protecting humanity might have disappeared.

That’s why Orlaben Grimier was sincerely grateful for their efforts.

After a moment, he raised his head and continued his explanation.

“The enemy is currently gathering at a location half a day away from the capital Draxel. If things go as expected, they will arrive here in Draxel at dawn tomorrow when the sun rises.”

“I heard the enemy numbers forty million, is that correct?”

“Yes. According to magical observations, about 40.76 million have gathered so far.”

Everyone let out a sigh.

Forty million.

A number beyond imagination.

It wasn’t a scale they could possibly win against in battle.

Although they had gathered all their forces as well, it was woefully insufficient compared to the enemy.

“That’s why your roles are crucial. You’ve done much already, but I’d like to ask one last thing.”

“Put aside the pleasantries and get to the point. We need to save every minute we can.”

Park Hyun-a said cynically.

Though her tone was somewhat aggressive, she wasn’t wrong.

These people don’t have the luxury to leisurely looking around at each other now.

Time was directly connected to the lives they could save.

Since everything would end tomorrow anyway, they needed to keep running without stopping now.

Orlaben Grimier nodded.

“The objective is to eliminate the Pope. If we remove the Pope, the mental control over people will be broken.”

Actually, this much was obvious.

The fact that people’s minds were connected somewhere was discovered relatively early in the situation.

It wasn’t hard to guess that it was related to the Pope.

It just took time to be certain.

Thus, after meticulous research, the mages of the Drason Empire discovered these facts three days ago.

All fanatics’ minds are connected to the Pope.

If the Pope dies, the mental control will be broken.

“As I said, now that the evacuation is complete, it’s time for the final battle.”

The reason they hadn’t moved even after knowing this fact was that the evacuation wasn’t complete yet.

First priority was safely sending the refugees to the rear.

Now that the evacuation was complete, it was time to make their final move.

“The Pope is in Gratiam, the capital of Gatren. In the imperial palace at its center.”

“The location was obvious from the start. The forces guarding it are the problem.”

“The forces are twenty million fanatics. And numerous entities with high holy power, presumed to be Cardinals, have also been confirmed.”

“Hmm…”

The expressions of those present darkened at the mention of Cardinals.

Everyone had fought against fanatics and faced the Cardinals before.

“What’s the exact number of Cardinals?”

“At least ten or more. It’s not certain, but it’s estimated to be around twenty.”

“This won’t be easy.”

Each Cardinal possessed legendary-level power, so they were absolutely not opponents to be taken lightly.

And there were twenty such beings.

Perhaps even more than that.

As expected, it seemed a difficult battle awaited them.

“A frontal assault would be difficult, I judge. Not only the Cardinals, but we’d have to face the fanatics as well.”

“Then what should we do?”

“While someone draws their attention, the rest will need to deal with the Pope.”

“Not a bad plan.”

“If we’re not careful, our forces might be divided and we could be annihilated without accomplishing anything.”

“What good would charging in together head-on do? Who’s going to take responsibility if we all die without even seeing the Pope’s face?”

“I also definitely think the decoy strategy is better.”

“Well, I’ll have to be part of the decoy team. Facing the Pope would be impossible for me.”

The legends shared their opinions while discussing how to approach the attack.

After finishing the role assignments and completing the final briefing.

“That’s all there is to discuss. Let’s start moving.”

“Let’s go.”

The legends rose from their seats.

They didn’t have much time.

They needed to hurry towards their final battlefield.

“Argh~ shit! After this is over, I’m going to get a villa by the sea somewhere and live quietly. I won’t come out until I die.”

“Older sister, could you really do that with your personality?”

“What’s wrong with my personality, you punk?”

“You know very well yourself, why ask?”

“This kid is subtly speaking informally? Your head’s gotten quite big, hasn’t it?”

“You misunderstand. Misunderstanding~ Let’s hurry, we’re busy!”

Choi Hyun-seok and Park Hyun-a moved while bickering.

After the light joking, it felt like the tension had eased a bit.

‘Older sister is surprisingly romantic.’

On the way to Gratiam.

For some reason, Park Hyun-a’s words kept echoing in his mind.

Living in a villa overlooking the sea…

It’s quite a nice story.

Though he wasn’t sure how long she’d stick to it given her personality.

‘What will I do?’

Choi Hyun-seok’s thoughts naturally drifted to his own future.

If the operation succeeds.

And if he survives.

What should he do?

‘Well, it’s not really something I need to worry about anyway.’

Choi Hyun-seok grinned.

His goals hadn’t changed from before until now.

That’s why he continued to fight and struggle.

For dreams and goals to achieve someday.

‘Now I’m really almost there. Finally ready to stand at the starting point.’

Though the path has been quite roundabout.

Even though he hasn’t even reached the starting point of the path toward his goal yet.

That’s why Choi Hyun-seok makes an even more desperate pledge.

That he will achieve ‘that’ which he desires.

***

The current situation with the Empire’s Sacrifice activating and fanatics running rampant was a disaster.

A massive disaster that seemed like it would end the world.

Disasters don’t discriminate between people.

Regardless of gender, wealth, or class, it drove everyone into a corner.

Countries collapsed in an instant.

Family and friends died or went mad.

They traveled distances so far from their homeland it could be called a continental crossing.

Even with blistered feet, bleeding, and lost toenails, they couldn’t stop.

To avoid being caught by groups of fanatics, they had to move faster and further.

They trudged on painfully amid suffering and anxiety.

Without proper food.

Many lost their lives to the continued hardship.

They had to abandon all those who died.

There was neither time nor strength to leisurely bury the dead.

After such a time of endurance, they finally arrived at Draxel, the capital of the Drason Empire.

The momentary relief of survival was short-lived, as the refugees heard news like a bolt from the blue.

An enormous number of fanatics had gathered before Draxel.

Their numbers were beyond imagination.

Many soldiers stepped forward to stop them, but victory seemed unlikely.

The enemy’s numbers were ten times their own.

After the soldiers fell, this city would be next.

They say there’s no paradise in the place you run to.

People realized.

Unless they fought back, the enemy would chase them to the ends of the continent.

Until nothing remained except fanatics.

Trudge, trudge…

People began leaving the city one by one.

Before dawn, when the sky was turning bluish in the early morning.

The footsteps of refugees leaving the city one by one had become like a great river.

Though they didn’t even have proper swords, they gripped whatever crude weapons they had tightly.

Countless soldiers had already formed ranks and were waiting in front of Draxel.

The refugees naturally mixed in with them.

Protecting the soldiers’ rear and flanks.

The soldiers didn’t stop the refugees.

Since the soldiers themselves were diverse units gathered from all sorts of countries, there wasn’t much sense of incongruity.

Just the flags symbolizing their affiliations numbered over hundreds.

People with nothing in common.

Millions of people who normally would never have met or worked together gathered for a single purpose.

To protect this land.

To protect their precious ones who even now must be trembling in pain and anxiety.

Because they could neither lose more nor run away anymore.

They stepped forward to face it.

Whoosh-!

A gust of wind cut through the people.

As if counting how many people were standing there.

The wind quickly brushed past the battle lines stretched over dozens of kilometers and flew up to the sky.

Thud thud thud thud…!

A faint vibration comes with noise.

As dawn breaks, sunlight falls through the clouds.

A swarming mass charging from far away.

Their scale was so massive it instantly filled the plain.

“…”

No one opened their mouths.

Without needing to speak, everyone knew they shared the same feelings.

Tense breathing.

The sound of saliva going down throats was clearly audible.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud-!

The vibrations gradually grow stronger.

Along with the noise of pounding earth came boisterous laughter.

That tired laughter they’d heard so much.

Voices steeped in madness crying for rest disturb people’s hearts.

For a moment, fear raised its head.

Buuuuuuuu-!

That’s when the horn sounded.

At the horn blast that shook the battlefield, people charged forward as if by agreement.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaah-!!!”

Some shouted for humanity.

Some shouted for death.

Some just screamed as they ran.

At the end of their run with blistered feet torn open, fanatics crying for rest were waiting.

Crash-!

The two groups collide and tangle.

It was the beginning of what would later be recorded as the largest and most tragic battle in human history.

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