The ice arrows shot through the air. Makoto and the others remained completely motionless.
The ice arrows struck their bodies, piercing through various parts.
Blood sprayed from the wounds, splattering on the ground.
Aultcray's eyes lit up for a moment, but that was immediately replaced by shock.
The wounds on Makoto's group healed at a visible, rapid pace.
Muscles pierced by the ice arrows closed from both sides toward the middle. Broken blood vessels reconnected.
It was as if time had reversed on those wounds!
Kazuma, shrinking in a corner, watched this scene, his pupils slightly dilating.
When he had died, Makoto had not yet mastered this skill.
The Four Gay Bros also began to transform.
The four Devils reverted to their true forms, their volume comparable to small buildings.
The largest, the Gorilla Devil, even directly transformed into King Kong, blowing off the ceiling.
Malty's face paled with fright. She retreated repeatedly, her high heels slipping in the pool of blood, nearly falling.
"Mon-Monsters—!"
She screamed shrilly, her voice nearly piercing eardrums.
The four Devils of the Four Gay Bros ignored her. They began to act.
The Teddy Devil extended his huge paw, grabbed three guards, and squeezed them in his palm.
His fingers tightened. The sound of bones breaking came from between his fingers. Blood gushed from the gaps in his claws.
He rolled the already formless mass into a ball, threw it on the ground, bounced it twice, and started playing basketball with it.
Too bad the Eight-Tails wasn't here... otherwise, they'd probably have a lot in common.
The Rabbit Devil grabbed an adventurer by the legs, tore him in half from the middle like tearing a piece of paper, then tossed the two halves in two different directions. They traced two parabolas through the air and landed on the ground, leaving long blood trails.
The Gorilla Devil grabbed a mage's head, lifted his whole body off the ground, grabbed his waist with the other hand, and pulled hard.
Body and head parted ways.
Although the adventurers were terrified, they had experienced life-and-death battles after all.
After a brief moment of daze, they began to fight back frantically.
The mages waved their staves, unleashing a barrage of fireballs, ice arrows, and wind blades at the Four Gay Bros.
The warriors drew their swords and charged madly, hacking at various parts of the Devils' bodies.
The Four Gay Bros couldn't be bothered to fight back. They let the attacks hit them, focusing entirely on the slaughter.
The great hall was full of blood. In these conditions, they could regenerate indefinitely.
Why bother wasting energy on defense?
In the Fifth Great Ninja War of the Naruto World, they hadn't achieved much success.
The enemies at that time, whether the Edo Tensei army or the White Zetsu, had no blood, preventing them from regenerating their bodies at will.
But this time was different.
With such an ample blood supply on site, why dodge?
Thus, Yu, Beam, the Four Gay Bros... everyone adopted the same fighting style... letting the enemy's attacks land on them, then, while enduring those attacks, slowly tearing the enemies' bodies apart, piece by piece.
Not letting them die immediately, finding every way to torment them, torment them endlessly.
Ace stood by, his face dark.
He felt a sense of frustration at being left out.
There was nothing he could do. He didn't have a Devil's body himself.
Endless screams echoed through the main hall of the palace.
The sound reached outside the palace.
More and more citizens gathered at the entrance, looking at each other in bewilderment, whispering among themselves.
"What's going on inside?"
"I don't know... Could it be an assassin?"
"What assassin strikes in broad daylight?"
Although Makoto's group tried not to kill people, just torment them slowly and enjoy the process, the gap in strength between the two sides was just too vast.
Sometimes, they accidentally killed someone.
In less than ten minutes, the entire palace hall had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Bodies piled on top of each other, impossible to tell who was who.
Severed limbs were scattered everywhere... heads, hands, feet, torsos. Some were still twitching slightly, others had completely stopped moving.
Blood flowed slowly across the floor of the great hall, streaming down the steps like a red waterfall.
"Why aren't you screaming anymore? Don't you like it?"
Yu crouched before the Brave Hero of the Spear, Motoyasu, holding his blonde hair... the same style as the 'son' of Saber... and lifting his head off the ground.
Motoyasu's face was smeared with blood and tears.
His body trembled, his lips quivered uncontrollably.
The Brave Hero of the Spear, who had always shown a smug expression from the moment he transmigrated until before Makoto's group entered, was now covered in blood and grime, tears and snot streaming down his face.
When Yu's fingers passed through his hair, he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He just kept repeating the same sentence.
"Spare me... please spare me... I beg you, spare me..."
"So boring."
Yu cursed, his tone full of disdain.
He kept his left hand pinching the hair, pressed his right hand on Motoyasu's shoulder, and slowly pulled his head upward.
The cervical spine made cracking sounds. The joints loosened under tension. The skin tore... amid Motoyasu's heart-rending screams, Yu forcibly ripped his head off!
Blood gushed from the neck cavity, drenching Yu.
Ren, who was also barely alive and also only had half a body left, watched this scene, only praying that when he opened his eyes again after this nightmare, he would see his own room back in his own world.
King Aultcray's hand gripping his staff trembled. Malty sat collapsed on the ground, her skirt soaked in the pool of blood, her wine-red long hair, stained with blood and grime, plastered to her face.
The moment Motoyasu died, the barrier of the Melromarc Kingdom, maintained by the Four Divine Weapons, began to collapse.
Outside the palace, the now crowded citizens looked up at the sky.
The translucent barrier, like shattered glass, began to crack from the center outward, crack after crack spreading to the edges of the barrier.
The crowd stirred restlessly.
"The barrier... the barrier is broken!"
"How can this be? Weren't the Brave Heroes just summoned—"
"Could the Brave Heroes be dead?"
"Impossible! How could the Four Brave Heroes possibly—"
Even the guards who had been maintaining order could no longer remain calm.
Without the barrier, they would be even less able to withstand the attacks of the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire.
For a moment, the guards were in great disarray. Many abandoned their posts and rushed toward the palace, wanting to see what was happening.
The citizens, though curious, dared not trespass.
Although the royal family of Melromarc wasn't particularly intimidating, they were still the rulers of a country.
The guards who rushed into the palace only had time to let out a scream before never coming out again.
The citizens outside the door listened to the relentless screams, shuddering with fear.
A few minutes later, the barrier in the sky collapsed further.
The cracks grew larger and larger, as if they would break with a single poke.
At this moment, in the main hall, only two survivors remained—
Aultcray Melromarc XXXII, the king, and his daughter, the First Princess, Malty S. Melromarc.
From beginning to end, these two had remained completely unharmed.
The reason was simple: when the massacre had just begun, Yu had suggested it.
These two were the main course of today's party. They were to be saved for last, to be savored slowly.
Makoto sat on the throne that had belonged to Aultcray, one hand resting on the armrest, the other gently resting on the head of the sleeping Yunyun on his lap.
Yunyun leaned against his leg, breathing evenly, a slight, sleeping smile on her lips, as if the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the hall had nothing to do with her.
Kazuma and Naofumi were huddled in a corner of the great hall.
Naofumi knelt on the ground, dry heaving. There was nothing left in his stomach to vomit... now he was just bringing up bile.
Kazuma wasn't much better, but he wasn't vomiting.
Having witnessed Makoto's actions before dying in the real world, he had developed some resistance.
The two royals didn't know what to do.
Aultcray's scepter slipped from his hand. He stood still, his gray-white beard stained with blood. Looking at the corpses scattered all over, his eyes were hollow.
Finally, Malty reacted.
She knelt on the ground, her hands braced in the pool of blood, her wine-red long hair hanging down, dragging through the blood and gore.
She looked up at Makoto on the throne. Her face gradually twisted. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Makoto, Makoto-sama... spare me... I beg you, spare me... please spare me... boohoo..."