On the other side of the sea, on the back side of the mountain, in a distant land.

There is a kingdom there.

The vast kingdom is crowded in a distance so vast that ordinary people can't walk it in a lifetime.

Ah, right.

There are also various clusters of primitive worship.

To say that it is a swarm is essentially a desperate refugee who takes poison and dead old trees as a faith, and the remnants of evil make them call themselves ghosts in the forest.

An organization that keeps mortals captive for the gods.

Paradise never acknowledges the existence of such gods, who are born out of resentment and sprinkle new hatreds on the soil of existence.

Huge wandering raiding gangs.

These raging rickshaw bandits can always pop up in the wilderness during harvest season, and the villages and cities in front of them are dotted with delicious desserts, and they themselves may come from these settlements.

A fantasy species that grazes humans to collect gatherings.

These little monkey-looking things, they look really disgusting, they let smart and clever people who don't want to die collect some strange things for them, thousands of years and thousands of years, the monkeys are still the same group of monkeys.

Fortunately, there are abundant products here, and both slaves and slave owners have the opportunity to survive while fighting.

Order is like FP and never existed.

Of course, this is a wonderful time of obscurantism, isn't it? At least for a small group of people.

The above is also fp, you have wasted another precious minute of your life.

The focus is on the kingdom.

A vast kingdom.

Spread over the mountains, occupying overwhelming population, land, power and resources.

Humans have no advantage in anything, only fertility is worthy of recognition, so they can sit on such a huge amount of resources, live quietly but not too badly.

There's a behemoth called the School Park in the south.,It's stuck in the quagmire of war.,Can't manage it.。

The madmen who rely on violence, violence, and even more brutal violence to maintain their rule, are by no means worthy of refuge, and it is doubtful that they are even human beings.

Paradise?

They are in the midst of deepest pain, which has reached the point of absurdity and incomprehensibility.

For most people, there is no need to worry about living a life where they have eaten the last meal and no next meal, after all, they have lived in such an environment since childhood.

If being alive only gets worse, why not learn to smile first?

Smile!

Come on, let's tell a bad joke.

Do we want to die together tomorrow?

Hehe, it's not funny at all, man, where are we going to be tomorrow?

If a layer of paper can become dependent.

Then we immediately rely on it.

Even if you stab it, it will break.

And if you don't even have a layer of paper?

Then imagine that it has.

It's there, yes, kid, it's there ...

"My friend. ”

"I'm leaving. ”

"I'll come back to see you!"

"Time. . . It's going to be a long time, but don't worry, it won't be too long. ”

"Three months. . . At most, half a year, the war will end. ”

"Hey, man, you said we'd win, didn't you?"

"We're going to win, aren't we?"

"Hahahaha! I'll say stupid things again, of course we can win!"

"Well, don't look at me like that, you know, I'm not the best at this kind of scene. ”

"Well, don't worry, I'll be fine, Ratty next door says I'm the strongest young man he's ever seen, and I'm going to be able to get back the victory - yes, it's the same Ratty who fought in the April War. I can't believe I'm going to get a reward from this stinky old man. ”

"Wait until I get back. Well, what gift do you want?"

"Golden flowers?"

"I know! It's the one that the legend says will be used to decorate the imperial capital during the celebration, it's a very precious one, right?"

"You must look good on your head!"

"Yes, of course I will bring it back! I will buy you the best golden flowers in the imperial capital—in exchange for my merits and honors. ”

"So... Wait for me. ”

"That's it. ”

"Don't with other men. Well, nothing. ”

"Take care. ”

- Crimson Killing: Chapter 1, Section 2

The blade of the warrior's axe is deeply embedded in the skull of the victim.

His face was covered with lumpy blood scabs, tangled with his beard, and his eyes were bloodshot, cloudy as if he was about to die.

The war reached its third year.

The warrior's axe blade sucked at the white liquid, the viscous excess of which was so devoid of moisture.

The water has long been cut off here.

"What am I doing?"

The warrior asked himself countless times, but received no answers.

His wars will always exist only in fantasy.

There is only boring slaughter in the show.

Slaughter of dishonor.

It was hostile civilians who were slaughtered.

The man remembers the first time he set foot on this northern land.

The group stood in a row of tall and uneven men with dung forks and rakes in their hands—beside the dilapidated fence where the mules and horses could not be tethered.

The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

It's miserable...

The so-called "war" is just a front.

The mob they killed was not counted, these were villages and agglomerations that had no resources to exchange for protection.

Yes, that's what is called "kingdom".

Humans are often capable of doing things that even they find incredible. Naturally.

The man thought of Ratty, next door to his hometown, the look of pity in the old man's eyes as he saw him off the village.

Himself is the lackey of the king known as the "Jealous Favre Marauder", that damn bastard!

For the first time, the nature of the world unfolds before the eyes of young people.

Kill and be killed!

Killed with

- Kill!

"Bastard. ”

The man had a bold goal in his heart

It's scary.

Can't even say it.

So..

Go to the next one.

The man continued his massacre for three years and one month, followed by three years and two months.

It's spring.

Golden flowers bloom in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere.

- Crimson Killing: Three Chapters and Five Verses

The greeting relied on the row from the imperial capital to the royal city.

The young knight stood on the red carpet and walked into the hall with his head held high, and the courtiers on either side looked at him with fear.

The heavy black full-body armor made this strong man look like a moving building.

"Crimson Killing" - that's what people call him.

Like harvesting immovable plants, almost no one has escaped from him in twenty years.

The strong neighbor was destroyed, and nothing was left there.

This man began to slaughter the population from the grassroots, and the army turned into a rogue who usually blended into the crowd and slaughtered civilians when the need arose.

Human-borne diseases.

Burn the grain.

Pick on your child.

Steer clear of head-to-head encounters.

Men slaughtered from the mob of their own country to the imperial capital of a neighboring country.

Death.

End.

Even in such a world, many people may have the lives of their compatriots on their hands, but it is rare to have such "outstanding achievements" after all.

The king at the end of the red carpet.

The man took a deep breath and bowed his head slightly, his expression buried deep behind the black visor.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

"Whew. ”

- "Boom!"

The white blade swirled.

The red droplets swirled.

It's a big skull spinning.

"Start today. ”

The man turned his head, his vision gradually filling up with a black heavy armor canned outfit like him.

His tone was cold and he asserted his claims.

"I am your king. ”

Under the sword of the black-armored warriors, most chose to obey.

The non-conformists screamed and were dragged out, their fingernails scratching at the steps of the palace, leaving crimson blood.

They don't have to feel alone.

Their families will be there for them later.

The man's gaze was cold, but there was a slight fluctuation, it was a strange color that could not be described in words.

Twenty years.

"Hey, who's going to tell me. ”

The new king sat on his throne, leaning back to the back of his chair, and his black armor creaked against the chair made of expensive wood.

"Where is the flower shop in the imperial capital?"

- "Crimson Killing: Seven Chapters and Four Verses"

"Look what I brought back for you!"

"Golden flowers!"

"I've brought it back for you!"

"The war went well, there was no danger ... Hehe. ”

"There's nothing good about the imperial capital, everything is beautiful there, but it's also expensive, and an apple can cost as much as Mrs. Agom's cow! ”

"Hey, did you hear me?

"I've met a lot of people, and they're the same as I thought. How can I say it, it's a little different?"

"Well, don't talk about that. ”

"There are still good things, such as... Well, I can't think of it for a while. ”

"I'm sorry. My friend. ”

"I've been out for too long, but I've never forgotten you!"

"Now, don't be angry, how about a word?"

"Already. I haven't spoken in twenty years. ”

"Why didn't you say a word to me when I came back, do you hate me?"

"Already. It's been twenty years. ”

"Twenty years. ”

"I brought back the golden flowers. ”

"Really. . . Please, please. Say a word. ”

The man in fine clothes knelt in the empty and dilapidated house, his suppressed cries intermittent.

For the first time in twenty years, this majestic man was crying silently.

Ten years ago, when he was still in a neighboring country.

Their homeland was divided into a "mob", and the land was reclaimed by trained Favre raiders and the right to exist.

Of course.

No one survived.

- "Crimson Killing: Ten Chapters and Three Verses"