Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 - Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 chapter 35

35. End of the War (2)

The southern wall where you can see the battlefield of the central plain at a glance.

What was engraved in the eyes of the imperial troops who regained the castle walls were three disasters.

Three red storms spread out simultaneously.

A disaster that sweeps across the land and devours the troops of the barbarian nation of Paineton.

It was clearly a disaster, but in essence it was not a disaster.

Slash.

It was a slash of sword energy.

“Grand Marshal Yuma.”

Hygelt, 2nd Seat of the Empire, who wears a medal with a long sword mark above his right eyebrow, smiles, opening his mouth so wide that his neat teeth are visible.

“You are a real monster…!”

All members of Hollow, the empire’s strongest mercenary group run by the Empire’s second-highest power, trembled.

The Dawn Revolutionaries also stared at their leader, Captain Casiella, with a look of astonishment on their faces.

After gaining insight into Yuma’s inaction, I finally began to agree with why Casiella continued to say that the empire’s hope was Yuma.

“As expected, Yuma…! He’s my captain!”

The scarlet-haired Miao swordsman’s eyes sparkled.

The black-haired, golden-eyed magical girl next to him quietly promised again.

‘I can’t disappoint you…’ .’

You have to make them feel like you are a useful person.

Clone clenched his hands tightly.

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“Yumada, Grand Marshal of the Astes Empire.”

Yuma glanced at the warriors of the barbarian nation of Pineton who had laid down their weapons.

Most of the 30,000 warriors lost their will to fight.

A very small number of people did not put down their weapons. No, it was correct to say that he did not put down his weapon in order to survive. Because this was clearly a battlefield.

“I have no intention of carrying out any more slaughter than this.”

The voice of the one who killed the emperor rang in the ears of the Phathenon warriors.

Yuma scanned the scenery of the battlefield she had created.

There were numerous corpses where the red storm swept by.

There were broken spears and swords lying around.

It seemed clearly far from the scene created by a being that had no intention of carrying out any more slaughter.

But Yuma’s feelings were sincere.

In order to end this war, the person at the top, Kamet the Conqueror, was killed.

Yuma took her steps.

Jeobbuk Jeopuk

She approached a large Phaineton warrior kneeling on her knees.

Looking at the type of armor she was wearing and the badge on her shoulder, her apparent rank seemed quite high.

“What is your status at Pineton?”

The warrior fell to his knees and his body trembled. A warrior who raised his head. The warrior slowly opened his mouth.

“…I am the 4th commander, Great Warrior Martes.”

“In terms of the empire, can it be considered a status higher than that of a count?”

Martes’s nicely trimmed beard trembled.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Yuma slowly nodded her head.

A barbarian country is a war-mongering country. Even the Conqueror Kametman, who had just been reduced to a cold corpse, could tell that.

The status of Daejeon Temple was bound to be high.

Yuma stared at Marthes, who was still on her knees.

“I am sincere when I say that I have no intention of killing any more. I want to end this war like this. I think you can help me put an end to it.”

Martes’ gaze barely met Yuma’s eyes.

“Are you appointing me as the person in charge of negotiations?”

Yuma was eye level with Martes, who was very scared.

“Yes, the Grand Marshal of the victorious Astes Empire has personally chosen you as the person in charge of negotiations, so other people in Pyneton will have no objection.”

That was correct.

Martes swallowed his saliva. Yuma continued speaking again.

“I’ll provide a venue for war compensation negotiations.”

Yuma had no intention of sitting in a headache-inducing negotiation for no reason.

“Give up some land. We’ll have to sign a non-aggression pact that will last several decades, but either way it will be a better outcome than seeing any more bloodshed.”

Martes felt a tightening tension.

“Personally, there is only one thing I want from a barbarian country.”

After gathering his thoughts for a moment, Yuma spoke again.

“I have a destination to go to via Pineton. To be uninterrupted while heading there, that’s what I want.”

To be exact, I had business with the Byakuya clan on the other side of At the end of Paineton, but there was no need to mention it at all.

“So, I need an oath that no one will touch me while I am on your land.”

Immediately after Yuma finished speaking, Martes’ gaze turned to Kamet’s body.

“Of course I will make a pledge, but there is a more certain proof than that.”

“Sure proof?”

Martes slowly raised his kneeling knees.

I could not sense any fighting spirit from Martes, so I just quietly watched his movements. Marthes looked at Kamet’s body, put his hands together for a moment, then grabbed his back and turned him slightly.

Tuuk-

Martes took something out of Kamet’s back.

It was none other than a cloak. A red cloak that resembles the color of blood.

Martes held up with both hands the cape of the king of conquerors, which was luxurious by all appearances. Then he knelt down again and politely held out the cloak towards Yuma.

“Please accept this cloak. If you wear this king’s cloak, no one living in the barbarian land will dare to touch you, God of War.”

A cloak made of lion skin.

The one who defeated Kamet, the Conqueror, on the battlefield.

After Kamet passed away, this red cloak was imprinted with such meaning.

“Please, accept this cloak. Please take away the symbol of the supreme king.”

Kow your head deeply.

Both hands were raised extremely high.

I could feel Marthes’s hands trembling through the flow of the cloak.

Yuma looked at Martes closely. It didn’t seem like he was lying in this situation.

“Don’t call me Musin. Call me Yuma.”

Yuma said that and accepted the cloak.

Then he roughly draped it over her shoulder. A red cloak fluttered over Yuma’s shoulders.

The warriors of Paineton, who were only kneeling, bowed their heads at the sight of Yuma flapping the cape of the barbarian king. He placed both palms on the plain and took a posture of worship.

“Salute to the great…Warrior!”

One of the warriors in front shouted in a very excited voice.

The word spread rapidly like an epidemic.

“Salute to the great warrior!!”

“Salute to the great god of war!!”

Extreme fear.

And awe that is stronger than that fear.

The barbarian warriors had no choice but to acknowledge the man who killed Kamet, the conqueror who expanded their territory the widest, with a single blow.

I couldn’t help but admire the force he displayed.

Jeobbuk Jeopuk

Yuma leisurely headed back to where the imperial army was.

“Marquis Tornell.”

I approached Tornel, who was still sitting down. Yuma bent down and was at eye level with Tornel before he could even think about getting up from where he was sitting.

And he said the same thing he had just said to Martes.

All he wants is to pass through the barbarian country unhindered.

“If I receive a proper pledge on this, I have no intention of getting involved in the rest of the negotiations. I will leave the cleanup of the battlefield to you, the original person in charge of the Southern Front.”

A little while ago, Tornel defeated the King of Conquerors single-handedly.

The face of the man who slaughtered the barbarian nation’s elite troops with disaster-like force was extremely calm.

As if the battle we just fought was nothing.

“…I understand.”

“Then I’ll go get some rest.”

Tens of thousands of knights and soldiers straightened their bodies and saluted Yuma.

Yuma just walked between them with a bored look on his face.

‘I’m so tired.’

Yuma’s whole body was screaming.

Of course, to others, I was just taking steady steps.

“I’ll help you.”

The knight commander appeared next to the Marquis Tornell.

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“It’s done.”

Slap!

Tornell shook his head and slowly raised his body. It wasn’t that he wasn’t getting up because he couldn’t recover from Kamet’s attack.

Yuma was so surprised by the inaction he showed just now that he didn’t think to wake her up.

After adjusting his armament, Tornel approached Martes, the great warrior of the barbarian country.

The knight commander quickly stood guard.

The knight commander’s dry lips opened.

“It wasn’t a lie that he killed the black dragon… Everything he has accomplished so far is real.”

Tornel remained silent and stood in front of Martes.

I don’t know about other negotiations, but it was to solidify just one negotiation right away.

Yuma will not be hindered in crossing the barbarian country of Paineton.

The intention was to conclude that clause secretly and quickly here and now. Before others intervene and the rumor spreads.

Mushin Yuma.

‘I can’t resist.’

You can’t go against him.

Never.

‘What a blessing it is that he is working for the empire… The leadership, busy with the throne war, probably doesn’t know much yet.’

Tornel stood in front of Martes.

“Your name and status. I am the Marquis of Tornel.”

Two generals with stylish mustaches began to talk.

“4Th commander, great warrior Martes.”

“First, let’s conclude one treaty properly. After that, let’s make an exact promise. When dawn breaks tomorrow.”

Martes nodded his head slowly.

“I understand.”

The Marquis of Tornel had, without realizing it, become a loyal subordinate of Grand Marshal Yuma.