I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Then, Ytzhak... the darling of the Black Round Table, the child of the sun, was dragged to that place that day.

April 10, 1945... The Third Reich, with its skeletons, is now rolling down the slope of destruction, its inevitable defeat already decided.

This was the first and last time that the thirteen of them, plus one guest, would gather together.

Nine men and women stood side by side on either side of the road leading to the throne.

There are four women on the left and five men on the right.

Just as the man in the monk's robes said, the way they looked at the boy named Yitzhak—that is, at me—contained a variety of complex emotions.

But deep down, the same fear remained. In their eyes, I, a boy who looked only like a ten-year-old brother, was as cute as a monster.

This was Yitzhak's first impression of the other members of the Black Round Table, a profound and unforgettable one.

In a sense, they were correct in viewing Yitzhak in this way.

He was born in February of 1942, when he was just a toddler who was beginning to understand things.

He was not an ordinary child, either physically or mentally.

Moreover, his intelligence has already enabled him to master six languages.

It's easy to describe someone as a "genius," but this is already in the realm of "alien, heretic, and superpowered," isn't it?

It can be described as a monster.

Therefore, Yitzhak was deeply respected and feared.

Whether out of slowness or impulsiveness, the men on the right feigned curiosity and indifference based on fear, completely deceiving themselves.

They absolutely refuse to admit that they are afraid of such children, nor are they aware of their true feelings.

However, the women on the left were not interested in this kind of vanity.

Intense disgust, pity, aversion, as well as suspicion and jealousy... they did not hide those feelings.

Izak's presence seemed so undeniable to them that even Izak himself was somewhat bewildered.

Why is that?

Itzhak was puzzled. The women's reactions were excessive, but upon closer inspection, the men's reactions were also unnatural.

Therefore, it can be concluded that there is not a single decent person here.

It's almost as if Isaac himself, or rather his background, seems afraid of anything related to his birth certificate.

Those golden eyes, those long golden hair... just thinking about them evokes a sense of fear.

In other words, I understand—the men and women sitting side by side all had similar questions to mine.

Who is your father?

Who is my father...?

"Step forward."

This is a blond man sitting on the throne, wearing a military overcoat, exuding an undisguised aura of royalty.

"Come here, Miko."

To the right of the man seated on the throne was a smiling, long-haired man who seemed like a wizard accompanying the king like a shadow.

"Sigh, the Holy Grail has said something else again. Raise your head, Myo-ko. As long as you 'exist' here, no one can pose a danger to you."

To the left of the throne, watching Yzak bow his head and remain silent, the long-haired man possessed an inhuman aura that was strikingly different from the man on the throne. He was not a king... but rather an existence that 'should not exist'.

Therefore, comparing the impressions of the king and the shadow of the previous two, this is a contradiction.

Therefore, Yitzhak had this intuition at that time.

"Ah, is that so? So, only three people aren't afraid of you, and you shouldn't look them in the eye... Is that what you mean?"

"I......"

Breaking with his previous advice, Yzak spoke for the first time, raising his head to look into the eyes of the three people before him.

But... was that truly an action of Yzak's own will?

Who is it that wants to laugh but can't?

"Which one is my father? I'm just a cog in your machine."

Yitzhak looked at the three of them and asked the question, which was probably... very important to him.

I wanted to go back from the beginning, but I had nowhere to go and all I wanted to do was run away.

But what the three people on the throne longed for was precisely this unfulfilled desire.

[A mother's love—I know nothing about it, I don't understand it, where is it?]

If I can't find it, then I'll go find it and devour the entire world.

What they wanted was this kind of yearning, this kind of prayer and pursuit that Yitzhak possessed.

Yes, that's all you need to think about, and that's how you 'live'.

Like an important puppet part in a stage play.

So, Yitzhak...

This demonic city is a microcosm of the world; everything should simply be transformed into the chaos of my "soul vortex."

[Let's create a contractual box where I can define the laws myself, so I don't need to do anything proactively.]

[With all my overflowing love, Mother, let me hold you in my arms.]

Because of this——

My sacred relic, the Altar of Life... the contract resides within the 'womb'.

The scene in the video suddenly transformed into a battlefield, World War II, a massive war that affected most of the globe.

However, with divine planning and regulations behind the scenes, this great battle is not the one that viewers in countless similar parallel worlds remember.

This is far more cruel and bloody than that, because of the existence of demons, there are many countries that have been destroyed or are on the verge of death.

The Third Reich was unprecedentedly powerful, so even though it declared war on most of the world, the enemies of the Skull Empire were far worse off than those of the already destroyed empire.

Countless capitals and cities were breached by the Skeleton Empire. Amidst the flames and smoke of war, demons ravaged the land, reaping lives and devouring souls like mowing grass.

Vampire, Valkyrie, Dire Wolf, Magic Gunner, Iron Arm, Witch Hammer, Starscream, Death Eater...

Each of them could easily breach the enemy capital. The monsters in human skin unleashed their bloodlust, venting their violence on the battlefield.

London, Moscow, Stalingrad, Paris, Tokyo, Rome, America...

No powerful nation on Earth can withstand it. With its superior strength, it can destroy an enemy's army and annihilate their [Forming] level power with just one person.

The demons of the Black Round Table were like a raging tornado, unstoppable and unstoppable.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and countless intact or mutilated corpses.

Just as David and Sivira prophesied, though people tremble and await, the Judge will surely come, and all life will be severely punished and examined.

This is Day of Destruction, and Day of Judgment.

"Uh... Ahh..."

Countless people died, and countless souls, wailing and lamenting, were led to the highest heavens, either becoming part of the sea of ​​war demons or so fragile that they could only contribute to the construction of the Golden Demon City.

Although this is a war... no... this is not a war at all, but a one-sided massacre.

World War II was a devastating event in the memories of countless people around the world, but it was war.

The battle depicted in the video can only be described as a one-sided massacre, with casualties far exceeding what was expected in normal historical records.

Hellsong World.

"Hehe...hahaha...."

A loud, painful laugh came from the airship that was traveling through the clouds.

Inside this airship, filled with monsters yearning for hellish battles, the one leading these monsters is a human.

This was the last large contingent of the Third Reich.

Inside the massive airship at the very center, a somewhat obese major, wearing round-framed glasses, his eyes filled with pure joy and anticipation, chuckled softly:

"Sir Reinhard... what a memorable name. I sincerely wish and look forward to your world. Those eyes, overflowing with 'love,' perhaps harbor a desire for destruction, a desire for war..."

Inside the airship, countless monsters clad in human skin watched as the Third Reich from another world destroyed the world, their mouths twisted into ferocious and gleeful smiles.

Although they were monsters, they were also defeated troops, which is why they were the last remaining force.

Their leader, the fat-looking major, is not a vampire, but a monster who commands this group of monsters!

He longed for this grand war to arrive more than anyone else.

"Major, won't postponing the operation cause any unforeseen circumstances?"

Behind the major, the silent, burly soldier remained hidden in the shadows, unmoved and as still as a rock, but at this moment he spoke in a low voice.

"What does it matter? Such a great play, if we don't finish watching it, we'll all die with regrets, right?"

The major chuckled upon hearing this, then looked at his soldiers and said with a cheerful smile.

None of the soldiers spoke; they simply returned the major's greeting with a collective, affirmative, fanatical grin.

"Heh, everyone thinks so... I really look forward to the world that Lord Reinhard desires, it must be so beautiful... Gentlemen, I love war, and I long for war."

The major, who was sitting in the highest position with his fingers interlaced, suddenly laughed, with a twisted pleasure and anticipation hidden deep within him. He hummed a song he used to sing when he was in the army.

As the major hummed cheerfully, all the soldiers who had been transformed into monsters smiled and sang in unison with the joy of monsters.

Why not go see the power of their homeland in another world? Why not watch a god-level war for free? What reason could those damned monsters possibly have not to go?

They genuinely loved Reinhard and the world he longed for, and if they were in the same world, the obese major would even be more inclined to follow this most perfect super-Aryan.

For no other reason than that Reinhardt could give them a "home," a paradise for demons and monsters.

That demon city was practically paradise in the eyes of these monsters.

P.S.: Just making up for yesterday's post, 7,000 words. Writing with a headache and a throbbing head was really uncomfortable...

Chapter Ten: Yzak and Theresa, the Princess About to Give Birth