25 - The 25th Speech by Wang Nao (Posted Editor)

"--And who thinks that way?"

At the king's question, the people looked up as if they had been shot.

Most of them looked more or less taken by surprise.

"Where is the need to think that way?"

The question again.

The people, who had no words to answer, involuntarily looked at each other and at those standing beside them.

Alkimaira is a nation of many tribes. At the same time, it is also a world leader that has overcome many challenges through the combined efforts of all its people. There is not a single ordeal that our nation has not overcome. War, natural disasters, divine ordeals, and calamities ...... have all been overcome by our own strength."

History proves it.

The fact that the Alkimaira is still here today is the best proof of this.

"Forcibly transferred to the danger zone, we were left alone and helpless.

--So what?　There is an elite force of eight legions here. We have enough strength left to fight.

We do not know the cause of the displacement, nor do we have any hope of resolving it.

--If this is the case, we should continue our investigation and find a solution. Alkimaira's investigative abilities, which transcend the boundaries of the military, are not for nothing. We will return one day.

The industry is crippled and the stockpile of food will run out after a year.

--If that is the case, why don't we just settle the land and produce food? The surrounding area is full of nature and prey. It may be a bit dangerous, but there is no reason why we can't open it up with our strength.

Our overall national strength is probably not even a hundredth of what it was before the transition.

--What does it matter? It's only a hundredth of one percent. What is the use of despairing over such a loss of power? Alkimaila was on the verge of destruction during the crisis of the uprisings, and yet here we are today."

Therefore, there is no reason to give up.

There is no reason to despair.

The king said so in his own words.

"Our country is in the midst of an unprecedented crisis.

Our country is in the midst of an unprecedented crisis.

It is an extremely critical situation.

But is this an insurmountable obstacle?

Does this mean our downfall?

Is this where Alkimaira ends?"

This time we have an answer.

But the people did not want to interrupt the king's words with their own voices.

So they cried out in their hearts.

No," they shouted.

"Yes, no.

Yes, no.

That's not going to happen. ......!

This is not the place to end up!

The words are strong.

The people clench their fists as the king speaks for the people.

Something in their hearts welled up.

"It is indeed a crisis of unprecedented scale. I admit it. But so what?　We have overcome many hardships of this magnitude. What is the reason why we cannot overcome it only this time?　There is no such logic!　I don't think so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The king's cry, like a slap in the face.

Powerful words.

They come out with the force of an affirmation.

"The steep and far-reaching path that lies before us is not insurmountable.

When you think of the rough, roadless paths we have taken in the early days, what can we expect from obstacles of this magnitude!

Yes, it is.

The people remember that it was indeed so.

Alkimaila had paved the way for those who had gone before her, by herself.

"Of course, I cannot do it alone. Because I am weak. I am the weakest. Not only do I not know how to fight, but I cannot even hold a sword with my arms as thin as chicken bones. In fact, even a goblin baby would defeat me. But why am I standing here now?　How is it that I, the weakest of the weak, have made it this far as king of Alkimaira?"

I don't need to ask," he said between words.

The king looked at his audience with open arms as if welcoming someone,

"--because of you."

He addressed the people.

"You who are strong have kept me going.

I am weak, but you have recognized me as your king and followed me.

Because all of you have been willing to join hands and work together.

Therefore, in this time of crisis, we have only one thing to do...!"

The king raised his right hand high in the air for all to see,

"Fight!"

He slammed his clenched fist down on the lectern.

The sound of the blow echoed through the silent square.

"We will fight hand to hand!　We must confront this crisis!　Only by doing so can we overcome this crisis. You who are strong can do it. Alkimaira can do it!

Oh, my God, I can't take it anymore.

That's what everyone thought.

Hot sighs escaped from the corners of their mouths.

The body is hot as if in a fever.

The fire deep in my chest swells explosively.

The urge that rises to my throat knows no bounds.

The fever that seeks a place to go is raging through my body, threatening to overflow even now.

"Therefore, people!　

O proud people of Alkimaira!

If you will shake off resignation and despair and fight this crisis!　

If you wish to follow me, a weak king, and face this crisis!

--Now, answer me with a roar!

And the heat in my body exploded at the words of the King of All Evil.

All the demons present, regardless of race or s*x, inorganic or organic, screamed with their souls, filled with an overflowing sense of righteousness.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The roar that resembled an angry roar.

All kinds of screams fill the capital.

The roars turned into gunfire and reached the outer walls, and the wards that covered the capital trembled as if thunder had struck them.

The king, standing on the platform, watches the scene for a while, and when the time is right, he holds out his right hand.

With that single gesture, the people of Manyara shut their mouths in silence.

Silence reigns around them as the heat sears their bodies.

"I understand your feelings well.

The king nodded solemnly.

The gazes of all the demons gathered there shot out at the king, not wanting to miss his every move.

"......I have discovered a land in the northeastern part of this forest. The name of the land is LATESTWOOD. It is a nation of many races, founded mainly by half-elves. We have conducted a survey and found that many of their principles are similar to those of our country. It is a good country that will be a good neighbor.

And now, a request for help has been sent to our country from LATESTWOOD. He said that a certain country named "Noblewood" is trying to destroy his country. Noblewood is an elven supremacist nation that persecutes humans and half-elves with their blood mixed in.

Persecution.

That is something that will never be tolerated in this country.

It is an evil that the multiethnic nation of Alkimayra cannot tolerate.

And yet, the persecuted include the great king and his own kind, the .

This is unforgivable.

We cannot allow it.

The smoldering heat in the hearts of the people stirs, as if it has found a place to be released.

"The invaders, the soldiers of Noblewood, have kidnapped the people of Llatestwood. And they have brazenly demanded that the Third Legion leader, who was disguised as a traveler, be given up as a condition for the return of the kidnapped people. --But I have no intention of acquiescing to their demands!

Of course.

Alkimaira will not yield.

If the enemy tries to harm us by force, we will resist it by force.

The king spoke as if he were speaking for the hearts of these demons.

The will of the king is with us.

When the people confirmed this fact, they felt a sense of fulfillment in their hearts.

We will stand firm!　We stand against the tyranny of those who refuse to talk to us, who try to impose their own selfish interests on us, who behave unreasonably!　That is how we have come this far!　And those steps will continue!"

History of Alkimaira.

To crush the strong and help the weak,

Peace in the world,

A loving hand to a friendly neighbor.

But obstacles in our way, we destroy them with our strength,

The taste of victory is intoxicating.

"Therefore, I have decided to recognize LATESTWOOD as my new brethren and to resist and repel the tyranny of the Noblewoods...!

The people cheered in approval of the king's declaration.

Looking down at the people, the king nodded his head in exultation.

Of course, we will try to have a dialogue with Noblewood. We are not lawless barbarians. We do not speak, and we do not act like beasts.

However, if his country refuses to talk to us, if negotiations break down, then we will have to use force. In that case, I cannot help but feel a little uneasy about our ability to do so."

Unaware of themselves, the people clenched their fists.

Everyone present felt a stronger sense of .

In recent battles, several corps have been selected from the eight corps to go into battle.

Then I am the one.

Then I am the one. My corps is the best suited for the first battle here.

No, there can be no other corps than ours.

The demons, almost scorched by the heat of excitement, were seriously thinking this.

They knew that this fever could only be dissipated on the battlefield.

"The strength of Noblewood is still uncertain. We have no idea of the number of the enemy, the composition of the army, the equipment, the state of the defenses, or the scale of the total force. Moreover, when war breaks out, it will be the first large-scale battle in this region. We cannot let our guard down.

Therefore, I - Helian Eddah Elsinorek, King of Alkimaira, have decided not to entrust the battle to any one of the legions, but to entrust it to the "certain demon" whom I trust the most.

The plaza was filled with a stir.

The people nearby exchanged glances and asked each other, <

When it comes to the demon whom the king trusts the most, the first demon that comes to mind is the Commander of the First Army, the king's closest aide. However, the First Commander is a demon who excels in single combat, and there are many other demons who are better at military combat than she is.

In fact, the First Commander had a puzzled expression on her face. It was an extremely rare expression.

Speaking of demons that are powerful in battle as a single fighter and are skilled in military combat, the Commander of the Seventh Legion or the Commander of the Eighth Legion would fall into that category. However, the two who had attracted the eyes of the people were also unable to hide their confusion.

If the king ordered me to go alone, I would march out without a second thought. However, they were convinced that the king, who disliked to die in vain, would never allow them to go in alone against an enemy force whose strength was not even known.

Then who?

The people, who did not have the answer, waited for the king's next words.

"I believe in this demon.

There is no enemy he cannot destroy.

I can say without hesitation that he is the strongest.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he already has faith in that monster.

There are demons that could make our king say this much.

This new revelation aroused an unbearable feeling of jealousy in the people.

Moreover, from the looks of it, even the military commanders seemed to have no idea what was going on.

In other words, it is the trump card of the nation, hidden even from the king's inner circle.

What kind of a monster is this?

The people held their breath with bated breath.

"The demon has eyes that see the world.

It has claws that can split open any enemy.

It has a mane that shows its power over all things.

The demon has a tongue that spins the most powerful magic.

The demon has arms that can shatter any wall.

It has ears that hear the sound of the farthest lands.

The demon has legs strong enough to support its huge frame.

He has wings to rule the sky.

The eight legionnaires reacted sharply to the king's words, which sounded as if they were a proclamation.

The eight demons, blindingly aware of what was happening, recall a certain event that took place during the audience.

"In this emergency, the demon I trust the most is a single fusion monster (chimera) with a huge frame composed of more than ...... hundred thousand demons.

And the king spun his words as if he were reciting an epic poem,

"The name of this fusion monster is - 'Alkimaira'..."

The name of the demon finally revealed, the people, with the exception of the heads of the eight major legions, momentarily lost themselves.

As if to cut through the blank thinking, Helian, the king of all demons, speaks up.

"I ask you, Alkimaira!

Where are the eyes that see everything on behalf of the weak king?

The king posed his question directly in front of the lectern.

There was the moon wolf, who had been assigned to the king's entourage.

She shouted from her heart.

The eyes of Alkimaira are here!

The holy number given to us is one!

The eyes that see everything on behalf of the great King!

I locked eyes with the king.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

But she felt no shame.

"Then, Alkimaira!

Where are the claws that split the enemy on behalf of the weak king?

A series of questions.

In response, the sound of scabbards rushing across the plaza.

The lion-headed knight was there.

The claws of Alkimaira are here!

The holy number given to us is two!

On behalf of the king of valor, a claw to split the enemy in two!"

He also drew a dagger from his waist and held it up to the heavens.

Compared to the sacred sword in his opposite hand, the dagger looked shabby.

But the lion knight proudly held up the weapon that the Lord had given him for the first time.

"Then, Alkimaira!

Where is your mane to show your might on behalf of the weak king?

The king's question followed.

A woman caught his gaze.

She is an elf, one of the "First Three" and the only one of the rare ones who supported the dawn of the age.

The mane of Alkimaira is here!

The holy number given to us is three!

A mane of honor on behalf of a wise king!

She folded her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes.

Her beautiful golden hair reached down to her waist and shone in the sunlight.

The Elfessor prayed with a look of deep affection on her face.

Then, Alkimaira!

Where is the tongue that spins the magic on behalf of the weak king?

A high question.

A dark-skinned elf steps forward to answer.

He is holding a grimoire with the emblem of his nation engraved on it.

"Here is the tongue of Alkimaira!

The holy number given to us is four!

The tongue that spins magic on behalf of the supreme king!

The first corps leader who was created in detail by the supreme king himself.

She holds the grimoire she was given in her arms, burying it in her ample bosom.

Deep in her heart, she felt a certain light.

"Then, Alkimaira!

Where is the arm that can break down walls on behalf of the weak king?

The sound of heavy machinery hitting the ground answered the question.

No, it was the sound of a large man stamping on the ground.

He raised his arms as thick as logs and howled and raged with all his might.

The arms of Alkimaira are here!

The holy number given to us is five!

On behalf of the majestic king, I am the arm that shatters walls!"

The demons and giants that lined the ground behind them rumbled.

Those who had weapons were held by their scapulae, and those who did not need weapons were held by their feet.

Three blows shook the earth with the chiefs who led them.

"Then, Alkimaira!

Where are your ears that ask the end on behalf of the weak king?

My dear, your question.

A woman spread her black wings like a raven.

She smiles a melting smile and recites in a lustrous voice.

The ears of Alkimaira are here!

The holy number given to us is six!

The ears that hear the end on behalf of the beautiful king!

I put all my feelings into words.

Perhaps not even a hundred millionth part of my words could be conveyed, but even the frustration was endearing.

She let out a hot breath as she stroked her lower abdomen, which was engraved with the national emblem.

"Then, Alkimaira!

Where are the legs that support his huge frame in place of the weak king?

A lanky, dwarf-sized figure advanced.

He is the head of an army of more than 100,000 demons.

Jumping to catch a glimpse of the king, he shouts, "I am here!

The legs of Alkimaira are here!

The holy number given to us is seven!

Legs that support the giant's frame in place of the precious king!"

The craftsmen led by him thrust up their tools in their hands.

Those without tools held out their arms, their chests outstretched as if to say, .

Towering before them is the crystallization of the craftsmen's skills, a white royal castle built with their souls.

"Then, Alkimaira!

Where are the wings that rule the sky in place of the weak king?

With a sound like striking the void, the great wings unfolded.

A young man held up the dragon wings in human form.

He was now convinced that he was in the midst of a heroic tale, and his heart was racing with excitement.

Wings of Alkimaira, here I am!

The holy number given to us is eight!

Wings to rule the skies on behalf of the noble king!

Among the many dragon tribes that stood behind him, several of them were so excited that they broke free of their human form.

The dragon figures soared to the heavens, and their roars hit the wards of the capital city, creating a roaring sound.

As if that were not enough, the dragon cries out, and within seconds, the azure sky is filled with the bodies of dragons.

--And all those present understood.

"All forces, attack!"

The total strength of Alkimaira, all eight legions, was mobilized.

That was the decision of the king.

Furthermore, the king mentioned that his most trusted "fusion monsters (chimera)" consisted of more than 100,000 monsters.

This number exceeds the total number of the current Alkimaila army, which means that even the people who do not belong to the army are included in this number.

In other words, the members of the "fusion monsters" are not limited to military personnel.

Every single citizen is worthy of the king's trust.

It is as if the King of All Evil has declared that they are worthy of his trust.

--Then, there is not a person in Alkimaila who is not inspired by this...!

"Then!　Ah, then, Alkimaira!　

I, the king, place my sole and absolute trust in you, the strongest and most peerless fusion magical beast (Chimera)!

Thy will be done, the weakest of kings, Helian, commands!

At this point, the people's spirits were at their highest.

They listened attentively to every word of the king's command,

Destroy them!

The king's decree was finally given, and all of us trembled.

"If there is anyone who stands in the way of our conquest, then by all means!

Same old, same old!

The obstacles that stand in our way will only be destroyed by force!

That's right.

As usual.

Nothing changes.

The people understood it not with words, but with their hearts.

Even if the world is different, the Alkimaila must do what it must do.

To crush the strong and help the weak,

Peace in the world,

A loving hand to a friendly neighbor.

But obstacles in our way, we must destroy them with force,

The taste of victory is intoxicating.

Therefore...!

"Therefore conquer!　Conquer and wield your power, Alkimaira!

Under the command of the weakest king, save all of our new brothers and sisters with the might of the strongest warriors!

Emotions exploded at the words.

Everyone screamed and thrust their tightly clenched fists high into the sky.

Monsters without fists stamped their feet violently, and those without limbs carried their souls in their cries. Their roars are so strong and fierce that they could shatter the boundaries of the capital, proudly shaking the world.

The roar is so strong and fierce that it could shatter the boundaries of the capital city and proudly shake the world.

--The strongest and most powerful fusion magical beast (Alchimaira) has been born in another world.

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......It's been a hell of a ride.

I was taken to the balcony of the royal castle.

The Queen of Lattestwood, Leifa, trembled as she saw the scene from there.

She had known from the first moment she saw her that she was not ordinary.

Her prediction was confirmed by the fact that she had beaten back the chief hunter of Noblewood toothlessly.

That is why he planned to bring him into the Ratestwood.

He was friendly to them, answered their questions sincerely, and acted in a way to gain their favor. There were many suspicious things about these self-proclaimed travelers, but I did not pursue them.

I know they are not mere travelers.

But I don't care who they are.

We must have them on our side at all costs.

I was prepared to sell my soul to the Demon King, even if he was really the Demon King, if he would save the Ratestwood.

Because when the rescue operation of my father and mother failed ......, and when I was forced into a situation where I had to become the leader because of the surprise attack by Noblewood, it was as if the destruction of Rattestwood had been confirmed.

In such a desperate situation, a savior suddenly appeared.

There was no other way but to rely on their help.

Of course, we do not believe that we can defeat Noblewood with their help alone.

However, if they could only rescue the kidnapped people, there would be no chance at all.

That is why I almost despaired when they suddenly left the village.

Immediately after that, we were attacked by Noblewood, which almost broke our hearts.

But they came to visit our village again.

I confess that I had a lot to say.

I wanted to act on my passion as Wenli had done.

I wanted to take it out on them.

I wanted to shout, "Why now?

But I was the Queen of Latticewood now.

I may be a small country, but I am a woman who carries a nation on her shoulders.

That is why I killed my heart and tried to act calmly and fulfill my last task as a queen, which I could not do anything about.

Fortunately, her efforts bore fruit, and she was able to cooperate with the travelers.

I was hoping to save at least some of the kidnapped people.

That's what I thought.

And yet - what am I looking at now?

I thought I was being taken to the most gorgeous castle I had ever seen, and I ended up watching the whole process from the balcony of the castle.

But I cannot believe what I see in my eyes.

The scene in front of my eyes is too unrealistic for me to accept.

As I gazed in disbelief, a streak of light extended from the lectern to the balcony, and a crystalline passageway was constructed once again.

It seems to be some kind of magical phenomenon, but it is beyond our comprehension. All I could understand was that an extremely delicate and meticulous construction formula had been devised.

A traveler - no, the King of All Evil - steps out into the crystalline passageway, and with the sun at his back, he walks toward the balcony where Layfa and the others are. In the background, as if it could be a painting, there were all kinds of demons and frenzies.

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The sound of gunfire, as if from an emotional explosion, shook the earth, not figuratively but figuratively.

The people of Alkimaira fill the view.

They were all demons of immeasurable power.

Perhaps there was even a dragon among them.

Surrounded by such powerful and matchless demons, Helyan is walking with ease.

She could not understand how she could walk so calmly.

Many of the followers she had brought with her had already fallen unconscious.

Even Wenli, the only one still conscious, was slumped over on the ground, leaking warm liquid from between his legs when the demons' gunfire hit him.

However, she could not bring herself to laugh at that.

In fact, her reaction seemed natural.

It was almost a miracle that I could stay conscious like this, even though I had some tolerance for it.

A crowd of dragons filled the azure sky.

If even one of them were to be sent against us, the lastswood would be destroyed in an instant.

No, on the contrary, even Noblewood would not stand a chance with just one attack from that dragon pack...

"As you can see. RATESTWOOD IS QUEEN, REIFA-RIM RATESTWOOD!"

As I was stunned, the King of All Evil came back to the balcony and spoke to me.

"I swear to you that we will mobilize all our forces to save every last Latestwood citizen who has been kidnapped this time.

I would tell you many things if I could, but we have no time. We will talk about what happens afterwards when all is said and done, is that all right?"

It's a hell of a mess.

Half heartbroken at the thought, Leifer could only nod mechanically with a pallid face.