I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

*Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp*

Blissfully unaware, the Cherokee army followed the Loredin troops into the capital.

Of course, the Cherokee were no fools and had scouts and sentries scattered throughout their march, but they didn't see any signs of danger.

The reason was simple.

"No abnormalities ahead!"

"It's safe to continue our march!"

Disguised as scouts the magic swordsmen continued to spread false information, keeping the Cherokee army lulled into a false sense of security, and their commanders failed to recognize that they were being deceived.

As they advanced toward the capital of the Kingdom of Loredin, the Cherokee army set up camp in a sunken valley terrain.

Having marched for several days, it was necessary to establish a camp and rest for at least one night, considering the fatigue accumulated during their journey.

It was easy to attack in that area, but incredibly difficult to defend.

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Nonetheless, the Cherokee army set up their camp without hesitation.

Their scouts had reported that there were no dangers lurking around, so they decided not to worry.

And so the night fell.

"What are you going to do when the war is over?"

"I'm going to get out of the army and… Argh!"

"Keuk!"

The Cherokee Kingdom troops carrying out a patrol were being picked off one by one by the magic swordsmen wearing night vision goggles.

The night vision goggles that utilized Otto's clairvoyant abilities were made by dwarves, so they were incredibly powerful.

While not capable of seeing through walls like Otto's, they allowed them to see as perfectly in the dark of the night as if it were daylight.

The performance of nighttime operations by magic swordsmen equipped with such equipment is beyond imagination.

Ordinary soldiers and knights could barely make out what was right in front of them at night.

But the magic swordsmen were different.

Hidden in the darkness, the magic swordsmen could easily prey upon their enemies, making it possible for them to perform roles akin to assassins.

Moreover, with the use of sound suppression spells, sending enemies to their doom quietly was as easy as child's play for them.

While the magic swordsmen took care of the Cherokee sentries and the patrolling guards.

*Crawl* *Crawl*

The forces of the Kingdom of Lota slowly approached the basin with a very slow, even shuffling pace.

They meticulously formed an encirclement like a dense spider's web, slowly but steadily constructing their siege net.

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"We will wait here until daybreak."

Despite having the Cherokees surrounded, Otto refused to order an attack.

He opted to wait until just before dawn, when humans are most vulnerable.

Several hours passed like that.

"All units."

Using the barbarian's roar, Otto issued his command in a subdued voice.

"Attack."

Upon hearing this, the Kingdom of Lota's army, who had been waiting, began to sprint towards the Cherokee Kingdom's camp at a rapid pace.

There was no shout.

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

There was nothing but the sound of thousands of boots stomping through the air.

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Unfortunately, despite the Kingdom of Lota's army rushing in, the Cherokee Kingdom's army failed to comprehend the situation.

The reason was simple.

The magic swordsmen who had infiltrated the Cherokee encampment had assassinated all of the sentries and guards on duty, so there was little chance that anyone would be alerted to the ambush.

"Aargh!"

"Keuck!"

With that, the Cherokee Kingdom soldiers, who had been unaware of the attack until now, departed to their deaths.

As a result, the unsuspecting Cherokee Kingdom's army, sleeping unaware of their impending fate, departed for the afterlife without even knowing how they died.

But even that couldn't last forever.

"Hmm?"

"W-Who are you!"

Some light-sleeping soldiers woke up, and the camp began to erupt in commotion.

"Enemies!"

"It's an enemy ambush!"

"Everyone wake up!"

Soon, the cries of alarmed Cherokee soldiers echoed throughout the camp.

"Destroy the enemy!"

With his barbarian roar, Otto strengthened his allies, healed them, and directed the battle.

That wasn't all.

"Wipe them all out!"

"Crush those Cherokee bastards!"

The Loredin army joined in, surrounding the Cherokee army and attacking them indiscriminately.

"Aaaaahhh!"

"Keeuk!"

"R… Retreat… Ack!"

The Cherokee army was unprepared for battle and was forced to flounder and be slaughtered.

No matter how excellent their combat prowess might be, they couldn't fight properly after just waking up from sleep.

After suffering such tremendous losses, the Cherokee Kingdom's army soon lost the will to fight and began to flee in terror.

However, escaping in the valley terrain was no easy task, and once surrounded, survival seemed nearly impossible.

In addition….

"Do not let a single one escape."

"Yes!"

Rather than engage in combat, the Lota Kingdom troops threw their spears at the fleeing Cherokee Kingdom troops as if they were waiting in anticipation.

*Swoosh!*

*Thunk*

The fleeing Cherokee soldiers were skewered and dropped dead.

The Lota Kingdom's tactics were meticulous to such an extent that they were cruel beyond mere words of ruthlessness.

This was Otto's intent.

The war with the Cherokee Kingdom has only just begun, and there is still a long road ahead.

Because they were facing an opponent of a different caliber than the Kingdoms they had fought before, it was necessary to decisively break their morale from the very first battle like this.

The intention was to instill such fear in the Cherokee Kingdom's soldiers that just hearing the ‘L' of Lota would make their backs shiver.

As Otto had planned, the valley where the Cherokee army had organized their encampment became a land of death.

Mountains of corpses piled up and blood pooled in waves.

It was a scene of carnage.

It was the largest battle and bloodiest battle since the Lota Kingdom Army was formed.

Of course, that was speaking in terms of enemy casualties, not friendly ones.

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Otto stalked through the carnage, frantically cutting down every enemy in his path.

*Swooooh!*

The Book of Carnage floated at Otto's side, voraciously consuming all the soul energy it could.

The gluttonous Book of Carnage even devoured the souls of those Otto hadn't killed.

Granted, the amount of energy it extracted was small compared to those Otto killed directly.

However, with so many enemies dying, the amount of soul energy absorbed was huge.

As they say, a speck collected forms a mountain…

But Otto was not pleased at all.

– Kill more! KILL! More!

– I'm hungry… I'm starving….

– Don't you want to gain omnipotent power?

The voice whispered incessantly to Otto, urging him to continue killing.

No matter the battle, it was a very unpleasant experience.

No matter how many people were in battle, it was rare for a person to kill for the sake of wanting to kill.

Those who crave murder are mostly either natural-born killers or individuals addicted to killing enemies in combat.

On the contrary, Otto refrained from killing innocents to avoid accumulating karma, and he didn't actually enjoy taking someone's life.

For him, the voice's insistent whispering was annoying and irritating.

‘Shut up.'

Otto consciously blocked out the whispering voice.

He had an uncomfortable premonition that if he continued to listen, he would be hypnotized.

‘It's definitely not a game. The actual Book of Carnage… is a very dangerous thing to own.'

Otto resolved to be even more wary of the Book of Carnage.

The more he uses it, the stronger the voice becomes, and the more it craves for more.

‘My mental strength isn't exactly like Kairos. I can't hurt to be more careful.'

Rather than trusting himself and becoming arrogant, Otto chose to be cautious from the beginning.

If he became too confident in his mental prowess, he might be corrupted in the process.

‘It would be like me sending myself off. Adieu, to my fiancée.'

Otto shuddered, imagining a scene where his corrupted self was slain at Elise's hands.

Given Elise's personality, she wouldn't blindly let the corrupted Otto go unpunished, and would most likely send him to Hell herself.

"These despicable bastards!!!"

Then.

"I'll kill you all!!!"

Bayaba swung his giant jousting spear and began to crush the nearby Lota Kingdom troops.

"Ohoo."

Kairos sounded intrigued as he stepped forward.

That's understandable, because Bayaba possessed tremendous combat power.

Kairos, with his penchant for combat would not leave Bayaba unchallenged.

"I will take care of him, Elder."

Meanwhile, Camille also stepped forward and offered to take on Bayaba.

Camille, who had awakened during the occupation of the Slaine Kingdom, had recently experienced a tremendous growth in his skills, and he was in dire need of a suitable opponent.

"Get out of my way, you inflexible person!² He belongs to me!"

"Please step back if you are not in good condition."

Camille and Kairos bickered and argued about who would take on Bayaba.

Suddenly.

"Ak! Pansy!"

"Your Majesty!"

Both Camille and Kairos shouted, their blood pressure rising as they saw Otto charging toward Bayaba.

In the midst of their argument, Otto swiftly seized the initiative.

"Go deal with the small fry! Hehe!"

Otto mocked, glancing back at Camille and Kairos, before turning back to face Bayaba in all seriousness.

"…You dare."

Bayaba, who became the center of attention, had a face that resembled a demon.

That's understandable, as Bayaba found himself in a situation that would naturally make anyone very angry.

Judging by the unfolding situation, it was clear that the two legions of the Cherokee Kingdom's army would inevitably face annihilation.

Even if he was lucky enough to make it back alive, he would be held accountable for the futile loss of two legions, and if court-martialed, he would most likely be sentenced to death.

No matter how badly he was backstabbed, the loss of so many men and supplies without even being able to fight a single battle was inexcusable incompetence.

In other words, Bayaba's life was essentially over.

No matter how exceptional his military prowess was, it wasn't a matter that could just be glossed over.

All the while, Otto and his group were not just fanning the flames of a burning house, they were completely crushing Bayaba's dignity.

Normally, people would be afraid of Bayaba and avoid him.

However, Otto and the others bickered amongst themselves, treating Bayaba as if he were an object to be taken.

As a result, Bayaba felt disrespected by Otto's gang.

"The crime of insulting this Bayaba… will not be light."

*Swoooosh!*

A tangible aura burst out from Bayaba.

*Fwoosh*

The sight of Bayaba enveloped in flaming auras was frightening to say the least.

That's how enraged Bayaba was.

From his perspective, today could be his final battle in life, and despite his valorous efforts, being disregarded fueled an immense and justifiable rage within him.

"Huh…?"

Otto was slightly taken aback by Bayaba's unimaginable outburst.

He hadn't expected the other party to be this enraged, when he had only been happy to have the opportunity to fight a powerhouse like Bayaba.

But then Otto…..

‘Do I want this?'

Otto didn't feel the need to explain that it wasn't his intention.

This was a battlefield.

A war was being waged between Kingdom against Kingdom.

In a personal duel, one could always show respect, courtesy, and decorum towards the opponent.

However, in a situation where victory must be achieved at all costs, there was no need to cater to the other side's feelings.

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TL/N:

1. This idiom emphasizes the importance of consistently accumulating small things, which can eventually lead to significant results, much like how tiny specks of dust can accumulate over time to form a massive mountain.

2. 샌님 – nerd; geek

(archaic) A term used by a commoner to address a scholar. Kairos is a common person who became a mercenary king, while Camille is a person who went to a Knight Academy in Slaine Kingdom so he is in a way an "educated" person.

Used Inflexible Person instead because of Camille is unwilling to change knight mindset.