Upon hearing Leon’s suggestion of not just an unattainable dream but rather racing a Pegasus through Hell, the royal siblings of the fallen Kingdom couldn’t help but exchange glances, noticing the same wild tremor in each other’s pupils.
Even though they knew this person wasn’t normal, isn’t he a bit too abnormal? No matter how imaginative, ordinary people wouldn’t think of directly destroying an entire Kingdom, right?
"It’s up to you whether to do it or not, I just offered an idea."
Leon spread his hands, his expression unchanged, and said:
"After both of you surrendered, the blood oath was indeed partially broken, which at least proves my logic isn’t wrong, the premise of this blood oath is indeed your royal identity in the Crolock Kingdom.
And although the Crolock Kingdom has just declared its demise, its territory remains intact, you still have a chance to leave here, or be taken beyond the lands, hence the blood oath on you isn’t completely unraveled.
So, if one wants to dissolve this last half of the blood oath, the best method is naturally to treat the symptom and destroy Crolock Kingdom in one go, making the Slaughter King Association’s blood oath fundamentally ineffective, thereby resolving the problems you bear."
While the logic makes sense, isn’t your approach a bit extreme?
"Isn’t there a more gentle way?"
After listening to Leon, Prince Andre couldn’t help but suggest:
"Like bringing people to occupy the land and do something else, so Crolock Kingdom loses its territory nominally?"
"It’s possible, but can you wait till then?"
Pointing at Feiliya’s body covered in crow feathers, Leon reminded:
"Other than directly taking action and destroying the entire Crolock Kingdom in one go, any other method can’t possibly achieve the ’destruction’ of the Crolock Kingdom’s territory before your souls are obliterated, meaning you two and the entire Crolock Kingdom have no possibility of ’coexisting’."
Indeed, this is truly the only way.
After glancing at his sister’s condition, Prince Andre couldn’t help but sigh, then staggered to turn around and waved toward the distant giant painting ’Krolock Under the Sunset’.
Unexpectedly, after being a ruler of a fallen kingdom once, he now had to personally destroy the entire Crolock Kingdom.
As he stood in front of the painting, pondering, drawing people out of the Kingdom stroke by stroke, Prince Andre seemed to vaguely understand something and looked back at Leon with a complex expression.
Noticing his strange look, Leon couldn’t help but ask:
Prince Andre shook his head and said:
"I was just wondering why you’d propose such a solution."
"Certainly to protect Watcher’s Palace and thus safeguard humanity."
Upon hearing Prince Andre, loyal to the Clean-up Bureau, Leon immediately replied without hesitation:
"For us at the Clean-up Bureau, if any line of the twelve royal families is completely severed, a Saint-level anomaly can already freely enter reality, and if more than three lines are severed in total, some of the weaker True Gods might barely squeeze in, which is a result our bureau absolutely cannot tolerate."
Prince Andre turned his head back, continuing to "paint" the populace away from Crolock Kingdom’s territory while softly saying:
"Actually, since the first time I met you, I’ve felt you seem to hold some unexplainable malice against Crolock Kingdom, which intensified after the attack on Administrative Zone No. 3, as if..."
"You’re definitely mistaken."
Leon unhesitatingly interrupted Prince Andre, looking ahead, he explained with an honest face:
"I treat all kingdoms equally, without any particular malice toward yours."
After glancing at Leon’s expression, Prince Andre hesitated for a moment, then didn’t say anything more, continuing to prepare for the destruction of Crolock Kingdom with his brush, while Leon standing beside him prompted a subordinate to take the bandit siblings away, giving Prince Andre a sidelong glance.
The man’s intuition is truly keen, and indeed he harbors no goodwill toward the extremely abnormal Crolock Kingdom.
According to the documents obtained after attacking Administrative Zone No. 3, Crolock Kingdom’s actual controlled territory is immense, nearly four hundred thousand square kilometers, with over 3.7 million people living under their system. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt
Yet apart from the 1.3 million citizens chewing on disgusting vegetable paste daily in Crolock Kingdom’s over eight hundred blocks, the remaining ninety-six percent can’t truly be called living, merely surviving.
Especially the Floating Crystal Mines, in order to extract these things, countless people die each year, and though other types of mines and resource areas aren’t as bloody as the Floating Crystal Mines, their conditions aren’t significantly better.
The prosperity and advancement of Crolock Kingdom are sustained by the blood and flesh sacrifices of those over 3.5 million people, exchanging ninety-six to ninety-seven percent of suffering for three to four percent of brilliance.
Though in most kingdoms, such matters are unavoidable, differing only in degree, Crolock Kingdom is especially egregious, truly taking only the ’profits’ and leaving none of the ’burden’.
Usually, considering that even the worst order is better than complete chaos, and the Clean-up Bureau would also suffer if a kingdom is directly destroyed, I might think of a more gentle method, proceeding step by step.
But now, since this matter is linked to Watcher’s Palace, with the grand cause of protecting humanity as reason, naturally, it’s time to make a grand gesture, utterly removing this sore spot!
After a prolonged depiction, ’Krolock Under the Sunset’ was obliterated by Prince Andre, transformed into ’Empty Crolock Kingdom after All Citizens Were Safely Blown Abroad by the Wind’.
Watching the chaotic wilderness outside the painting with countless bewildered ’small black dots’, Prince Andre let out a slight breath, then under Leon’s eager gaze, lifted the heavily dipped brush to press firmly on the far end of the canvas.
The glow burst forth.
As Prince Andre used his brush, the edge of the orange-red sunset quietly dissolved into a golden hue, quickly fading away, surprisingly making the sun’s brilliance burn more fiercely as the canvas color lightened.
When Prince Andre took out the half-broken knife, vigorously scraped away the heavy background and lightly spread a layer of pale white paint, the once gentle sunset had brightened to the point of dazzling.
And throughout Crolock Kingdom’s over eight-hundred districts, countless surging flames erupted, lighting everything combustible, even non-combustible metals began to redden and soften under the furious roasting of the burning white sun.