I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 726 - 456: Patchwork Monster

While the fierce battle raged at the foot of Nabile Forest Castle.

Inside a high tower of the castle, King Tiha Moyier of Yake, the Queen, and many members of the royal family were present, most of whom wore expressions of terror and anxiety on their faces, all except for the King, who appeared somewhat composed.

"Your Majesty, I... why do we have to be here, too? Can’t we stay at Neitmoni? It’s too dangerous here; I want to go back..."

A young man clad in light yellow fine cotton clothing clutched desperately to a pillar, occasionally looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the blood rain and the battlefield beyond the city walls, stuttering his words.

"..."

The King did not respond to his junior’s words, but instead, turned his head and whispered to his wife to take good care of their little daughter, the twelve-year-old Princess Asoka.

The Queen nodded gently, taking her daughter’s hand from another noble lady of the royal family and embracing her in her arms. Asoka’s gaze was somewhat vacant; she wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, resting her face against her bosom, her eyes drifting from the panicked faces of her aunts and uncles and her brothers and sisters, to her father’s retreating back.

She knew her country was at war, but she didn’t understand why these relatives were so frightened; was it because the enemy was very strong?

Asoka often heard about the Tresor Empire in the royal palace, and had a rough idea that it was a country quite different and much more prosperous than the Principality of Yake...

But why go to war?

Hadn’t her father said that Yake had once been a part of the Tresor Empire? It was just like her brother, Carlo, who had left Nightmoor after his coming of age ceremony to become Lord of Parra Territory at the king’s behest, but weren’t they still one family?

The atmosphere in the attic of the high tower was extremely heavy.

At that moment, the door creaked as it opened, and seven or eight men strode in, led by the envoy from Urbert, the Rose Envoy Group.

"Your Majesty Tiha, it’s unexpected to see such love for your subjects, bringing your family in person to the frontlines to oversee the battle. The troops guarding Nabile Forest Castle were greatly heartened and their spirits lifted upon hearing this news..."

The Urbert envoy slightly bowed with a hand to his chest, saying with a light laugh.

He was well aware that the King of Yake before him probably did not have much trust in the Beelzebub Kingdom’s envoy group and had plans for escape... Coming to the frontlines was one thing, but if the assistance they offered did not prove effective and Nabile Forest Castle fell, Yake would have no wing to resist, and they would be able to evacuate the royal members at a moment’s notice.

Without pointing it out, Urbert instead complimented the other with a faked smile. He didn’t care whether the King of Yake and his royal family lived or died, as long as he fulfilled the Rose King’s command... to turn Nabile Forest Castle into a meat grinder and use the troops and civilians of Yake as fuel to consume as much of the Imperial Army’s flesh and blood as possible!

"Envoy Urbert, I am very thankful for your assistance. I have seen the situation on the battlefield, and as you said, we have successfully held off the Imperial Army’s assault..."

King Tiha Moyier smiled but did not take up the envoy’s words, instead turning his head and nodding in thanks.

"The Beelzebub Kingdom is indeed a powerful nation, possessing strength beyond Yake’s reach... Even though the Imperial Army is fearsome, the extraordinary methods you have brought have endowed our regular troops with enhancements that astonish."

He spoke, shaking his head with admiration, euphemistically referring to the sinister and ferocious ritual of blood rain as merely a means of troop enhancement.

Urbert was about to modestly reply when he noticed something outside the floor-to-ceiling window: several Yake soldiers running away in panic on the high wall.

"Hm?"

King Tiha Moyier noticed the envoy’s odd reaction and looked back at the battlefield in turn.

He saw that what had originally been "fallen flesh puppets," transformed by the blood rain from Imperial Military forces, had now been thrown into disarray. But from the rear, a group of strangely dressed young men and women had arrived, numbering in the thousands.

These individuals, who clearly didn’t appear to be soldiers, wielded powerful flintlock guns and bombs, instantly halting the advance of the "fallen flesh puppets." They each used their extraordinary abilities to continuously eliminate the warped human monsters.

One figure in particular caught the attention of King Tiha.

Being too far away, he couldn’t make out the person’s face, discerning only a faint outline and attire to guess it was a young man... The individual moved like a sharpened blade thrust into the ranks of the "fallen flesh puppets," separating himself by hundreds of meters from the other thousands of bizarre men and women, delving in alone, creating a stark contrast.

He saw the enemy throwing playing cards with each accurately hitting every "fallen flesh puppet" within twenty meters ahead; the cards flew from the man’s hands like dreadful blades, easily cutting through the twisted monsters’ limbs and heads, spurting streaks of blood.

Moreover, Tiha witnessed the enemy move across the battlefield with flickering motions, like a true magician performing "instantaneous movement" on the stage of battle.

Those twisted human forms, which the King found utterly horrifying, would be effortlessly torn to shreds by the enemy’s hand, fashioned into a crocodile’s head, once they came near!