The slaughter began so suddenly that the demihumans were completely caught off guard.
As an army made up of demihumans, their command structure was extremely loose.
Units were usually organized by race, which meant coordination was poor. Each group could act independently, but there was no unified command.
In other words, although they looked formidable, they had no real strategy.
To put it simply: a scattered mob.
Faced with the sudden assault of Sephis and Shalltear, the horrific scene quickly robbed most of the demihumans of their ability to think.
A dragonoid wrapped in crackling lightning wielded his spear, harvesting lives as easily as cutting grass.
Blinding bolts of lightning turned into slashing arcs. Any demihuman caught in front of them was instantly reduced to charred remains.
Meanwhile, the girl shrouded in blood mist laughed wildly as she swung her pipette lance again and again.
Her other hand did not remain idle either. Her razor-sharp nails tore apart every demihuman that stood in her way.
By the time the demihumans finally reacted, the two monsters had already plunged deep into the army.
Both slaughtered with ruthless efficiency, never slowing down. The only difference was that the dragonoid remained calm and expressionless, while the girl's laughter grew sweeter and sweeter.
At that moment, the undead army also surged forward, throwing the battlefield into complete chaos.
The skeleton legion cut down the disorganized demihumans without mercy.
Magic-infused blades flashed constantly, while spells of every color filled the sky. Every second, more demihumans died.
Thirty seconds.
In just thirty seconds, more than three thousand of the Argland Council State's thirty thousand demihuman soldiers had already died.
From above, the entire army seemed to be shrinking at a visible speed.
"Help!"
"Run! Monsters… those two monsters are coming!"
"Damn it! You stepped on my tail!"
"Why?! Why haven't the councilors appeared yet?!"
Screams filled the battlefield.
Faced with such a one-sided massacre, the demihumans had completely lost the will to fight.
The undead army quickly swallowed the battlefield, treating every living creature as an enemy.
Yet, whether intentionally or not, the undead avoided certain groups of demihumans. Even Sephis and Shalltear, who were cutting through enemies like grass, seemed to deliberately leave some alive.
...
Nazarick.
Inside a dark chamber, Momonga, currently in human form, quietly watched the battle while eating dried dragon meat together with Naohara.
War was always cruel.
But it was also undeniable that war could never truly disappear.
Why?
Because of profit. Because of desire.
As long as living beings possessed desire, war would eventually return.
This time was no different.
They could have taken control of the Argland Council State through softer methods without causing bloodshed.
But Naohara and the others had never even considered that option.
This massacre was inevitable.
If Nazarick's overwhelming power was not displayed, if their enemies were not driven into despair, someone would inevitably rise in rebellion sooner or later.
A decisive strike was necessary.
Without experiencing bloodshed, how could the demihumans learn to cherish what came afterward? Without painful lessons, how would they ever obey Nazarick's laws in the future?
If they were going to build a nation, then they would do it thoroughly.
They had planned everything carefully.
Now they had the White Dragon Lord within the Argland Council State and the undead army outside. The timing, the conditions, and the situation were all perfect.
On top of that, there were the guardians Sephis and Shalltear.
Although they appeared to be slaughtering demihumans, they were also there to deal with any unexpected problems.
For example, if an unknown True Dragon Lord suddenly appeared to interfere.
Every step was connected.
Every possibility had been considered.
"That's enough. Stop here."
"The Wyrm Dragon Lord and the Diamond Dragon Lord of the Argland Council State—the two highest councilors—have also pledged allegiance to us. From here on, there shouldn't be any more problems."
Naohara leaned back against the sofa and spoke calmly.
Next, the Wyrm Dragon Lord and the Diamond Dragon Lord would appear, along with the Blue Sky Dragon Lord and the Obsidian Dragon Lord—both impersonated by Doppelgängers.
After acting out a script that had long been prepared, the four Dragon Lords would submit to The Great Tomb of Nazarick, bringing the matter to a complete close.
"What's wrong, Naohara? You look like you can't get motivated."
Momonga, who had been focused on eating, lifted his head. Seeing Naohara's expression, he asked in confusion.
"Hmm… I just find it a little boring."
Naohara rubbed his forehead as he answered.
Even though everything had gone smoothly and they had successfully taken control of the Argland Council State, Naohara felt no sense of excitement.
Perhaps it was the change in his race. The instincts of the Dragon Race were subtly reshaping his mindset on a subconscious level, leaving him completely indifferent to it all.
"The influence of your race?"
Momonga immediately thought of that possibility. In truth, after spending the past few days together, he had also noticed subtle changes in Naohara's personality.
"Yes. Before, my human blood balanced it out, so it wasn't very noticeable. But now… it's becoming a bit troublesome."
"The racial change is making my personality somewhat extreme. I'll need some time to adapt."
Covering his face with his palm, Naohara let out a sigh. At the same time, green light began flashing repeatedly across his body.
To be safe and ensure he could get through this adjustment period steadily, Naohara reopened [Dragonic Will], which he hadn't used in a long time, using it to suppress his emotions.
"What if we used the [Ring of Ouroboros]…"
Momonga suggested, but before he could finish, Naohara shook his head and refused.
Using the [Ring of Ouroboros] just to eliminate the influence of a racial transformation would be far too wasteful.
Momonga didn't bring up [Wish Upon a Star], because he had already tested it before. [Wish Upon a Star] simply couldn't accomplish that.
Under the World Boss status panel, the Super-Tier Magic [Wish Upon a Star] had no way to interfere.
"Useless Super-Tier Magic."
After discovering that [Wish Upon a Star] had no effect, Momonga angrily made that comment on the spot.
For Momonga, although he loved magic—so much that he had obsessively learned over 700 spells in the game—if magic couldn't help his companions, then it was worthless.
"Forget it, let's drop that topic."
"The Argland Council State is already settled. We should start planning the next step. Hmm… let's send the Quagoa who are currently mining over to the Argland Council State."
"They were the first race to pledge allegiance to us, and they're also demihumans. Let's have them serve as the guard force from now on."
Naohara tapped the table, shifting the conversation as he made his suggestion.
"Yeah, the Quagoa do deserve some preferential treatment."
"By the way, Naohara, when you had the Quagoa go mining earlier, it wasn't just to keep them busy, was it? You had some other plan in mind."
Momonga nodded before asking.
If there was anyone in this world who understood Naohara best, it was undoubtedly Momonga.
Herohero might not have noticed anything, but Momonga had already sensed that something was going on.
"As expected, I can't hide it from you. That's right, I do have an idea…"