A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 227

The Lagnaef Magic Republic, once possessing three powerful figures, had now become a thing of the past.

The Tower Master was dead, and as a result, relations with the Assassin Guild Master, Fliegel Knight, had soured.

Furthermore, Moriphis, as it became widely known, had tried to make advances on the Holy Saint, only to suffer the full backlash.

He should have attempted negotiations with the Holy Saint earlier to retrieve Moriphis.

However, regrets now were of no help in the current situation.

Not long after declaring a state of emergency, all the magical military forces gathered in the central plaza of Gehenid.

Among them, the five elite squads, from the 1st to the 5th magical army, were tasked with dungeon extermination.

The gate, which seemed to have grown in size, was as imposing as the gates of a giant kingdom.

From the gate, a magic presence unlike anything they had ever experienced surged. An SS-class presence, possibly nearing SSS-class.

“Troops, enter!”

The commander of the magical army shouted, and the forces, consisting of sword-mages, wizards, and white mages, began to march forward.

As the leading members prepared to step into the swirling maelstrom...

“AAARGH!”

The troops about to enter screamed.

A black flame spiraled around the gate, rejecting the advancing forces. The commander was taken aback.

“Is entry impossible?”

At that moment, an anomaly occurred in the sky over Gehenid.

The time in Gehenid was clearly midday.

Yet, in an instant, the sky darkened, and night fell upon the city.

“Is it a solar eclipse?”

It wasn’t an astronomical phenomenon where the moon blocked the sun. It was more like the darkness devouring the sun.

Gehenid, known for its vibrant lights, suddenly went dark.

As mages began to use magic to illuminate the area in the unsettling murmurs of the crowd, three light sources appeared in the ominous sky.

A crescent moon of pale blue.

A blood-red full moon. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

A violet crescent moon melting away.

The crescent and full moons were aligned at the zenith, and the waxing crescent moon was awkwardly positioned at the 11 o’clock direction.

It resembled the hands of a clock nearing midnight.

Surely, the extermination team would recognize these distorted moons.

“What’s going on?! Why are the demon realm’s moons appearing outside the dungeon?”

“Three of them... all of them!”

Even the commander looked up with anxious, fearful eyes, taking in the ominous signs.

At that moment, the commander of the 6th magical army, who had been in charge of evacuating the wounded, approached with a grim expression.

“Commander, we have a problem.”

“Is there anything more important than that right now...?”

The commander groaned. But the 6th magical army commander reported steadily.

“It’s impossible to escape outside of Gehenid from the central streets. The spatial transfer stones are not working.”

“What?”

Only then did the commander show the look of a man struck hard on the back of the head.

There was only one situation in which the transfer stones would not function in reality.

A sharp sense of danger pierced through his mind. In a panicked state, he shouted.

“Everyone, stay away from the gate!”

It was at the moment the command was issued.

The sickly green smoke that had been seeping out suddenly stopped.

Whooooosh!

Within a five-meter radius of the gate, the bodies of the sword-mages were horizontally cleaved in half.

Soon, a ripple emanated from the gate, and an alien entity began to emerge into the human realm.

A giant skeleton, with only its upper body, dressed in a black robe and holding a scythe of death.

It was the S-Class demon, the Grim Reaper Lord, whom Ayleth and Tesilid had once faced in the ‘Bottom of Pandora’ dungeon.

Not one, but two Grim Reaper Lords.

Leading them, demons began to slowly emerge from the gate into the human world.

Clank-clank-clank!

<Woohhhh...!>

<Kheheheh...!>

Skeletons filled with deep grudges, evil pierrots, articulated marionettes, seductive nightmares, chilling vampires, strange crawling chimeras...

Like a Halloween procession, the demons leisurely began to stroll out into the streets of the city.

At the same time, the city itself began to change grotesquely.

What was once a bustling commercial street lined with magic item shops now transformed into a demon market street.

The magic streetlights turned into grinning pumpkin lamps, the square signs of shops turned into black bat shapes, the green Metasequoia trees became barren and ominous-looking, and the well-maintained roads turned into graveyards with tombstones rising from them.

The environment of the demon realm was now superimposed upon the human world. Gehenid was being corrupted by the demon realm.

As if they had been waiting for it, the people screamed.

“Another dungeon burst!”

The shrill scream became a signal. A demon army numbering close to 10,000 revealed their red eyes.

<Let’s kill them! Let’s kill the humans!>

<Let’s hunt humans!>

The parade of demons ended.

The demons, revealing their true colors, began attacking humans indiscriminately. It was a massacre.

“Magical army! Counterattack!”

In the midst of the chaos, humans struggled for survival. ✠

At the same time, in the capital of the Elphenheim Holy Church, Panel.

Citizens were desperately pushing, pulling, and trampling each other in front of the Holy Office’s ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) main gate.

“AHHH! We need to get inside! We need to get into the Holy Office!”

“Move! Get out of the way!”

“There’s someone under... AARGH!”

The crowd tried desperately to force their way inside the Holy Office.

Before the white marble archway, which seemed to lead to heaven, there was now a hellish scene unfolding.

From the high towers of the Holy Office, some were looking down at the scene.

“We’ve accommodated 60% of the city’s population. It’s impossible to accept more, Your Holiness.”

“...Close the door.”

As soon as Benedict’s command was given, the captain of the guards led the Holy Knights and descended to close the gates.

When the gates to salvation closed before their eyes, screams echoed from the ground. The wails and cries beat against the Holy Office’s walls.

Faced with the disaster, the Holy Office made a completely different decision than the tower.

The Holy Office judged that even with the army of the capital, they would have no chance of defeating the 10,000-strong demon army, mixed with several SS-Class bosses.

Thus, the cardinal council decided to fortify the Holy Office rather than incur meaningless military losses.

60% of the population had been accommodated. It was estimated that about 10% of the population had escaped through the outskirts of the city.

This was a strategy where 30% of the citizens’ lives were openly sacrificed. Moreover, if the Holy Office fell, the remaining 60% could not be guaranteed.

However, the church, with its beliefs, began to prepare to endure.

“...Hoo.”

Currently, Saint Muriel was presiding over a major ceremony in the Great Cathedral, under the watchful eyes of the cardinals.

“Are you alright, Saint Muriel?”

“...Yes, I’m fine, Cardinal Dekal.”

Despite the cold sweat dripping down her face, Muriel smiled serenely as she answered.

Her appearance was one of a true saint, calmly enduring the trials.

“Truly, the saint of the 8th tier bestowed by God.”

“Indeed, she is a model for all the faithful.”

“Quite true.”

What began as one person’s praise soon turned into a chorus of support from several cardinals.

In truth, it was Muriel Filize who held the fate of their lives in her hands.

Before Muriel stood a staff, far longer than her height.

The staff stood upright without a single tilt, and from its top, a long golden flag fluttered energetically, despite the lack of wind.

Artifact, Sacred Site Construction.

Muriel had poured her 8th-tier divine power into this artifact, creating a safety zone surrounding the entire Holy Office.

As a result, the people within the Holy Office were now guaranteed safety from the indiscriminate slaughter of demons.

If they waited within the safety zone, a rescue force from the outside would eventually arrive to resolve the situation.

The owners of the Sacred Sword and the Holy Scriptures were members of the church, so they were obligated to come, and the kingdom and duchy would not leave the church in its time of crisis, sending reinforcements.

The dungeon burst, if left unchecked, would soon spread beyond the borders, engulfing the entire continent.

The cardinals, however, had no idea that similar situations were unfolding in the capitals of other nations. So, suppressing their anxiety and unease, they continued to pray.

“‘Strict order and goodness,’ please watch over us.”

“Almighty and omnipotent God, we pray. Save the Church from this crisis...”

The voices swelled and filled the Great Cathedral.

Muriel, focused on maintaining the Sacred Site, briefly closed her eyes and sent her prayer.

‘Please, may this humble servant’s divine power hold out until the Holy Office falls...’

May the disaster end, or may the life of the Sacred Sword’s owner end.

She prayed earnestly for the world. ✠

In the capital of Hispenril, Feronsa, the situation was better than in Gehenid or Panel.

The dungeon burst occurred in the central plaza of Feronsa.

The tactics employed by Hispenril to counter the demon army pouring out of the demonic rift were simple.

From the plaza, wide streets stretched out in four directions.

The forces were divided into four units, each blocking one path to engage in a defensive battle.

The northern street, which faced directly toward the gate, was expected to be the location where the most demons would pour in. However, the actual battle did not unfold as expected.

It was all thanks to one person.

“Hooorah!”

King Hispenril struck with great force. His right fist cut through the air, creating a fierce whirlwind.

No demon was directly hit by Hispenril’s fist.

But he was an aura master.

The force of his punch carried immense power along its trajectory.

Boom!

<Kreeek!>

<Kaahhh!>

The demons struck by the aura cannon screamed in their dying moments as they melted away.

In one strike, all the demons within a 50-meter radius were obliterated.

That wasn’t all.

The wind pressure and shockwave sent shockwaves through the ground, and debris flew up.

The broad street, wide enough for four carriages to run side by side, was instantly transformed into a massive trench. It was deep enough to plant trees in.

The aura master priest didn’t handle the blade like a swordsman.

However, when the penetration power of the martial arts style combined with the mastery level, it could produce such siege weapon-like effects.

“Our King is magnificent!”

“Indeed, the greatest swordsman of the continent, no, the greatest in martial arts!”

“Brother, I love you!”

As the citizens of the duchy cheered, King Hispenril’s massive pectoral muscles twitched in a shy but dynamic manner.