Noon.
At this hour, the soldiers of the Falmuth Kingdom were eating lunch.
The midday break was in full swing. Meals were unpacked, armor loosened, and small groups gathered together, chatting idly while they ate. Most of the conversation revolved around one topic-the rewards after the war.
According to their superiors, the monster kingdom they were about to annihilate was absurdly wealthy. Even better, it was a nation of monsters. That meant captives. Slaves. Profits that didn't even need justification.
There was no vigilance on their faces.
None at all.
It wasn't because they underestimated the monster kingdom's strength.
It was because they were confident in their defenses.
Their surroundings were layered with defensive and reconnaissance barriers. In this world, whenever an army marched or established a camp, specialized magic units were deployed to construct legion-scale defensive magic. These barriers were designed to block or neutralize a wide range of magic attacks.
The reason was simple.
This was a transcendent world.
Even if there was a massive gap in numbers or individual combat strength, a single long-range, large-area spell-something akin to a nuclear strike-could overturn an entire battlefield.
Protecting against unknown, wide-area magic was basic military common sense.
Because of that, ordinary soldiers were actually the most relaxed during marches and garrison duty.
The ones who never rested were the mages.
At this very moment, multiple layers of defensive magic circles surrounded the camp. They scouted the surroundings, filtered magicules, and guarded against intrusion from every direction.
The Falmuth Kingdom's army wasn't careless.
Their intelligence stated clearly that the monster kingdom possessed A-rank monsters-or stronger. Facing enemies of that level, only a fool would drop their guard.
Every barrier was meticulously arranged.
Every precaution carefully layered.
Unfortunately, all of it was meaningless.
In front of Rimuru, it amounted to nothing.
The moment he analyzed the defensive magic circles surrounding the camp, Rimuru began developing a countermeasure. With the assistance of Great Sage, he quickly constructed a new spell.
Divine Wrath.
Through analysis, Rimuru fully grasped the fundamental principle of barriers in this world.
They worked by blocking the flow of magicules.
Magic, especially elemental magic, relied on magicules interfering with the elements of heaven and earth. If magicules could not be drawn in, spell activation would fail by default.
Spirit magic worked differently. It borrowed the authority of spirits to interfere with physical laws directly, which was why its destructive power was lower. To counter spirit magic, specialized barriers were required.
Once the operating principle was understood, neutralization became a matter of execution.
That was why armies layered multiple barriers at once.
Redundancy was survival.
After comprehending the system, Rimuru drew inspiration from two sources.
Magic Manipulation, obtained from the Storm Dragon Veldora.
And Hinata Sakaguchi's Spirit Particle Disintegration, used during her ambush.
Combining those concepts, Rimuru completed a new form of magic.
A physical magic.
Divine Wrath.
...
Rimuru floated silently in mid-air.
Around him hovered more than a thousand water spheres, each perfectly suspended. Below, over a dozen much larger water spheres took shape, bulging outward like convex lenses.
Sunlight poured down from above.
The upper water spheres captured it, concentrating it into fine beams. Those beams were reflected by the mirror-like spheres below, redirected with precision, and guided toward designated locations.
Near the ground, the convex lens-shaped spheres gathered the light once more.
The result was a pencil-thin point of irradiation.
Temperatures soared to several thousand degrees.
More than enough to end a life.
The water spheres themselves were formed by water spirits summoned by Rimuru. They acted as conduits, absorbing solar energy, reflecting it, and reconstructing it through controlled refraction.
This was the completed formula.
The physical magic, Divine Wrath.
The moment the beams descended, thousands of soldiers died.
There was no explosion.
No warning.
Just instant annihilation.
Rimuru adjusted his aim.
A second wave followed.
Under his magic perception, every living target within range was clearly outlined. Positions, movement, density-everything was visible. Once he locked on, escape was impossible.
Wave after wave of light carved through the camp.
Lives were harvested continuously.
Divine Wrath did not pause.
The energy consumption was negligible. The magic consumed water condensed from the air by spirits, while its true power source was the sun overhead.
As long as sunlight existed, the spell was effectively inexhaustible.
That was its true terror.
Its only limitation was time.
It could only be used during the day.
In just five minutes, two-thirds of the camp was erased.
Occasionally, Rimuru deliberately avoided vital points. Screams of agony echoed endlessly, panic spreading like a living thing through the air above the camp.
He did not target the luxurious carriages.
He did not destroy the command tents.
He wasn't planning to kill the enemy king so easily.
Rimuru remembered grudges.
After two-thirds of the soldiers were eliminated, he stopped.
Then he descended.
...
Before Rimuru's magic-nullification domain expanded, Razen-the so-called hero of the Falmuth Kingdom-was complaining to his closest confidant.
He spoke bitterly about the deaths of the otherworldly visitors.
His true objective had always been clear. Raise exceptional otherworlders. Cultivate them. Then seize their bodies and claim their abilities for himself.
He hadn't even had time to protect them before they died.
Before Razen could vent further, the nullification domain expanded.
And hell arrived.
Just as his confidant, the A-rank warrior Phobio, prepared confidently for close-quarters combat, the world collapsed.
The Temple Knight Order.
The Western Holy Church's demon-extermination units.
The Falmuth Mercenary Ranger Corps.
The Falmuth Mage Alliance.
The Regular Knight Order of the Falmuth Kingdom.
Soldiers from every faction died in droves.
They resisted.
They raised multiple layers of anti-magic barriers.
It didn't matter.
Divine Wrath was not magic in the conventional sense.
In the midst of endless panic, the Noble Knight Order-composed of young nobles-descended into madness. In fear, some even began killing their own.
Razen and Phobio moved quickly, rushing to the king's location.
Inside a lavish tent, King Edmaris and Archbishop Reyhiem huddled together, shaking.
They were completely lost.
Then Razen and Phobio appeared.
"Your Majesty, are you alright!"
"Knight Commander Phobio, reporting in!"
"Phobio... Razen..." King Edmaris clutched at them. "You've come just in time. Quick, we must escape. Return to the kingdom and regroup!"
"That's right," Reyhiem added nervously. "What's happening makes no sense. We need to leave immediately, or we'll all die!"
Seeing the two strongest fighters arrive, Edmaris finally regained a shred of composure.
Phobio spoke without hesitation.
"Please calm down, Your Majesty. I will report later. For now, the most important point is this-magic cannot be activated in this area."
Everyone froze.
"We must gather what remains of the knight order," Phobio continued. "Use them as human shields to escort Your Majesty and His Eminence during the retreat."
"What did you say...?"
"But is that even possible?" Reyhiem asked weakly. "Most of the knights are already dead!"
"Please rest assured," Phobio said. "I will activate my unique skill, Commander, and forcibly assemble the survivors."
"They will protect Your Majesty Edmaris and His Eminence Reyhiem."
"Lord Phobio truly is reliable," the king said with relief.
The archbishop nodded vigorously.
Their plan was sound.
Reality was not.
Phobio lifted the tent flap.
He stopped.
"Phobio?" King Edmaris's voice trembled. "What's wrong? Answer me!"
Fear surged through him.
Phobio was an otherworldly visitor whose strength surpassed A-rank. A veteran of countless battles. A trusted pillar of the kingdom.
And yet, he stood frozen.
At that moment, a figure descended from the sky.
Black wings, like those of a bat, spread wide.
A petite figure.
A mask concealed her face.
Her clothing was luxurious.
Although the mask obscured her features, her hairstyle and build made her gender obvious.
Female.
The instant she appeared, every person present felt their hearts tighten.
They knew.
At this moment-
The Demon Lord had descended.
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