Facing Makoto's question, King Aultcray did not speak.
He simply slowly stood up from the throne. A dense wave of magical power surged from within his body, transforming into an invisible pressure that crushed down upon Makoto's group.
The murky old eyes suddenly burst forth with a killing intent that belied his age.
"Oh~"
Makoto smiled slightly, his gaze stopping on Aultcray for a moment.
It seemed this king also knew magic, which was somewhat rare.
After all, in most of the Isekai Anime he had watched, and even in Overlord which he himself had plagiarized, the king was basically an NPC who sat in his seat giving orders.
At the same time, many guards and adventurers drew their weapons, closing in from all directions, surrounding Makoto's group in the middle.
The sounds of armor clashing, swords and blades being drawn, and magic staves thudding against the ground mixed together, echoing under the dome of the great hall.
The two Brave Heroes, Motoyasu and Ren, also took out their weapons and stood beside the king.
Naofumi was dumbfounded. His divine weapon wasn't combat-functional to begin with, and he had only been transported here for a day, so he hadn't learned anything either. Wasn't this just waiting to die?
Kazuma beside him had the same expression.
But the reasons for their terror were completely different.
However, just then, a minister beside the king suddenly remembered something and quickly spoke up: "Your Majesty, the Brave Hero of the Shield and the Brave Hero of the Bow cannot be killed!"
Naofumi's head jerked up, seeing a glimmer of hope.
The minister quickly explained: "The barrier of our country is maintained by the energy of the Four Holy Weapons. If those chosen by the divine weapons are killed, the barrier will collapse along with them. At that point, we will be even less able to withstand the attacks of the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire!"
Hearing the names of these two countries, Makoto couldn't help but smile again.
He also remembered... in the original work of Overlord, the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire were in absolute opposition, essentially at war every year.
He hadn't expected that in this Isekai hodgepodge, their battlefield would be here.
Hearing this, Aultcray also realized the situation. His fingers gripping the scepter loosened and tightened again. He was silent for two seconds, then changed his order.
"Exile the Brave Hero of the Bow and the Brave Hero of the Shield from the country. The others... execute them!"
Naofumi's expression relaxed considerably.
Although this outcome was also terrible... being exiled from the country, penniless, feeling extremely dangerous in this unfamiliar world... at least he had saved his life.
He turned his head to look at Kazuma beside him, but found that Kazuma still had a pale face, without a trace of happiness.
Naofumi was stunned, thinking that Kazuma was genuinely sad about the death of Makoto's group.
'We had only known each other for a day, were his relationships with these people really that good?'
What he didn't know was that Kazuma's thoughts were completely different.
Kazuma knew that blood would definitely be spilled today, and it would be far more brutal than in his previous life.
"Yunyun."
Makoto spoke.
Yunyun instinctively turned her head to look. Her gaze met Makoto's Eternal Mangekyo.
A heavy drowsiness flooded Yunyun's mind like a tide. The next second, her body tilted forward, about to fall to the ground.
Makoto exerted slight force with both hands, and the iron chains binding his wrists snapped like paper.
He took half a step forward, caught Yunyun around the waist, and smoothly held her horizontally in his arms.
Makoto looked down at her, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.
"The scene that follows is not suitable for children to watch."
Everyone present, including the fellow transmigrators Motoyasu and Ren, the local king Aultcray and Princess Malty, the civil and military officials of the court, and even the guards and adventurers closing in, all changed expressions dramatically.
'What was going on?'
'This man clearly hadn't been chosen by a divine weapon. He was just an 'ordinary person' from another world. How could he have such power?'
"Chainsaw-sama, can we start now?"
Beam's voice came from the side, carrying barely suppressed excitement.
Makoto, with his back to him, nodded slightly.
Beam could no longer restrain the agitation inside him. His body began to expand upward from the waist. His skin changed from bronze to a dark gray. Muscles bulged out from under his clothes, and with a 'whoosh', his clothes burst open.
His entire upper half transformed from human form into a shark!
A huge maw, rows of fangs, six eyes split to either side of his head.
He bit down!
The upper bodies of the three closest guards simultaneously disappeared into his enormous mouth.
Blood sprayed from the gaps between his fangs, pouring onto the ground to form small streams.
Beam, chewing on the corpses, the bones crunching audibly in his mouth, shouted indistinctly: "Come back, Samehada!"
Ren was standing a few meters away, holding the divine sword of the Melromarc Kingdom in his left hand and the bandaged great sword Malty had given him that morning in his right hand.
The sword body suddenly began to vibrate violently. The bandages on the handle loosened by themselves. The barbs on the handle stood up one by one, piercing through Ren's palm.
"Argh—!"
Ren screamed in agony and instinctively let go.
Samehada detached from his grasp, flipped several times in mid-air, the bandages on its blade surface tearing away piece by piece during the rotations, revealing the dark blue blade covered in barbs underneath.
It twisted in the air like a living fish, then landed firmly in Beam's hand.
Samehada rubbed against Beam's palm, the barbs on its blade retracting against Beam's skin like a pet begging for affection from its master.
"Ho-how could this be..." Ren fell to his knees, blood streaming from his pierced palm down his shoulder.
Beam showed his sharp fangs and sneered, "You really thought you could control it? My Samehada chooses its own master."
He suddenly swung the blade.
Samehada's blade traced an arc through the air, the barbs fully opening as it swung, like a fierce beast extending its claws.
A dark blue blade light swept through, and the bodies of over a dozen guards and adventurers were torn to shreds in the same instant.
Flesh and internal organs spilled from the tears, and the floor of the great hall was dyed a dark red.
"Honestly, your fighting style is just as tacky as ever."
Yu stood among the pile of corpses, a still-twitching body at his feet, a hint of disdain in his gaze.
Beam was unhappy and retorted, "What? Your style is any better?"
Yu did not answer.
His gaze slowly swept over the court ministers who were already stunned with terror, the corner of his mouth slowly spreading into a chilling smile.
"If it were me, I wouldn't let them die so easily."
Yu's eyes narrowed dangerously. "After all, this is the first time I've seen trash dare to publicly insult Senpai like this."
He did not transform into the Gun Devil. Instead, he suddenly walked toward the nearest adventurer.
That adventurer was a man in his thirties, holding a longsword. Seeing Yu approaching him, he instinctively swung his sword.
The longsword struck Yu's shoulder. The blade bit into the flesh, blood splattering everywhere, but Yu didn't even furrow his brow.
He extended his right hand and grabbed the adventurer's wrist.
The force wasn't great, but the adventurer found himself completely unable to break free, as if clamped by iron pliers.
"...I..."
Yu didn't give him a chance to finish.
He pinched the man's wrist and slowly twisted it, like unscrewing a bottle cap.
The joints cracked audibly as they twisted. The skin formed spiral wrinkles.
Then came the sounds of muscles tearing and tendons snapping.
Finally, the entire arm was forcibly ripped off.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
The adventurer's scream echoed throughout the entire palace.
The piercing cry passed through the windows, reaching the streets outside the palace.
Passersby stopped in their tracks, wide-eyed, staring toward the palace, wondering what was happening inside.
Yu raised the severed arm to his eyes and waved it at Beam.
"See that?"
His fingers squeezed slightly, and the severed arm exploded in his palm. With a hint of a smug smile, he said, "This is what I call making their lives worse than death."
Aultcray finally fully reacted. He pulled a magic staff from under his cloak.
"Attack—!"
The king's voice exploded in the palace hall.
Even these people, stupid as they might be, finally realized at this point... Makoto's group were not the 'accessories to the Four Brave Heroes' they had imagined. They were absolutely dangerous individuals!
Everything before had been an act!
'They must be pretending just to catch us off guard!'
Aultcray pointed his staff forward. Light gathered at its tip, condensing into dozens of bitingly cold ice arrows.
"Ice Arrow!"
Ice condensed around him. The arrows took shape in the air and shot toward Makoto's group with bone-chilling cold.
Aultcray had also been a Brave Hero in his youth... the Brave Hero of the Staff, someone chosen by a divine weapon.
Whether he had been transported from the real world like Kazuma and the others was unknown.
Not that it mattered anyway. He wouldn't survive the day.