Reincarnation Hero Become Villain's

Chapter 15 - The Speech of King Orgulla

The news of the formation of the alliance of the four kingdoms spread rapidly throughout the entire continent. The people of the four kingdoms became very excited, like an oil-fed blaze.

"The king of Orgulla has risen! He immediately formed an alliance against Redivol? It's just so awesome! His Majesty Orgulla is amazing!"

"I heard, the Chosen One will go down directly leading this battle!"

"Really?! Wasn't he the inventor of the classification system and one of the famous Die Acht Viende members?!"

"I heard, he has also defeated many A and S level monsters by himself!"

"Well! This news ... is really happy!"

When the people of the four kingdoms were very happy, the inhabitants of the other kingdoms questioned why they did not join the alliance.

"Your Majesty! Why don't we join the alliance?! Are you too scared?!"

"Come out, Your Majesty! Give us some clarity on all of this!"

The Moss Green-Haired King, King Verde, sat down in annoyance and confusion at his layover. He constantly heard his people calling him despicable.

Elsewhere, the Golden-Haired, Young King Jeitas tries to calm his people from the royal balcony.

"My beloved people, please calm down and listen to your king."

"Why listen to a loser who doesn't dare to join an alliance?!"

"Yes!"

The insults directly pierced Jeitas' chest. He did not expect that his decision to Walk-Out from the meeting of the kings presented the wrath of his people.

In the easternmost kingdom, the Brown-Haired King, the Thessurist King was also overwhelmed in overcoming the anger of his subjects. His confidence and arrogance also emerged. He violently snarled his people.

"Be quiet! Do you think we humans can defeat demons?! No kidding!"

One clash that involuntarily came out from the mouth of the King of Thessuris made his people speechless, staring in disappointment. In fact, the half-dead soldiers who kept the people from breaking into the kingdom were stunned to hear what the Thessurist King had just delivered from the royal balcony.

The king of Thessurists, aware that he had misspoken, stifled and flicked his robe forward. He then walked back into his palace.

In the southernmost kingdom, King Sindera quickly overcame the wrath of his people with ease, not even hearing the wrath of his people.

Wh why? Because he is known as a cold-handed king who likes to solve a problem by "cleansing" the problem to its roots. In other words, he would easily kill anyone who tried to resist or was unhappy with his decision.

"Hahahaha. They think they're just like me? A position like me? Haha. Are they not aware that our leadership is different? I don't have to bother with raging people like you." The king of Sindera laughed at his layover, enjoying a glass of wine when he heard the news of the wrath of the people from various kingdoms.

The kingdoms that were not members of the alliance, all experienced the same thing (except Sindera). People who are disappointed with their leaders are the most important things a leader should avoid. And they, the kings, have failed.

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A week went by quickly. The alliance of kings had gathered at one point, the outermost and closest area to the Black Land Island, Redivol.

"Kakak .." said King Orgulla who stood in the field, his brother's former kingdom.

They, the Alliance of the Four Kingdoms gather in the Crashed Kingdom, Vanidas.

King Orgulla took a deep breath, turning his body, facing the tens of thousands of combined soldiers of the Four Kingdoms Alliance. He stood on the same stage as the kings of the Four Kingdoms Alliance, the military leaders of the Four Kingdoms Alliance, and Die Acht Viende were.

King Orgulla advanced slightly forward, preparing to say a word to further burn the fiery spirit of the soldiers.

"The land that we tread, becomes a real witness to the cruelty of the demons of Redivol. The grudges that we have been damning, are evidence of our anger."

King Orgulla's tone began to rise.

"The past of constant haunting fear will soon disappear. The guilt of letting those who die without being able to do anything will soon pay. O brave Soldiers ...." King Orgulla clenched his right hand and raised it to my right.

"Victory is not what we will achieve, but what we must achieve. God has answered our prayers, sending out a figure that will be the sword of the God. There's nothing more we have to wait for. .. than a victory."

The soldiers are creeped out. Their eyes glazed over, recalling the ten years of cruelty and suffering they had gone through. Losing a wife, child, family, parents and even a place to live.

"Reynald was not the only Chosen One. We are all Chosen Ones. We are the Chosen One to represent all the hopes of the people of this continent. If the Chosen One is the sword of the God, then we are the sword of the people of this continent."

"Yes!!" shouted the soldiers.

"Remember your name in eternal history! Raise your weapon with life at stake! Victory for the future of humanity!" shouted the King of Orgulla by drawing his sword into the sky.

"YESY!!" shouted the fighting spirit of the soldiers by unsheathing their weapons into the sky.

"Life Your Majesty, Life Chosen, Life Alliance!"

"Life Your Majesty, Life Chosen, Life Alliance!"

"Life Your Majesty, Life Chosen, Life Alliance!"

The soldiers who had burned the flames of his spirit, showed an already fearless look at the name of death.

Reynald was amazed by the speech and charisma of King Orgulla. To his amazement, he said in his heart that what King Orgulla had just done was something he would not be able to do despite practicing for a hundred years.

Because Reynald knew, what he had just witnessed, was not something that could be obtained from just practice.

King Orgulla put the sword back in its sheath, turned its back, and walked over to Reynald. He then grabbed Reynald by the shoulder and said, "Reynald, this is all I can do to help you. I ... trust the rest to you." And smiled like a father who held high hopes for his son.

King Orgulla's words and smile touched Reynald's heart. Simple words, but reminded him of his father. He seemed to be able to see the figure of the father in King Orgulla.

"Yes .. thank you."

Dem ....

Everyone's heart stopped. The clear sky turned cloudy. The atmosphere that was originally as hot as a fire, was now icy cold. The wind blows slowly, making the atmosphere more gripping.

Reynald, the King of Orgulla, and those on the lookout looked up at the sky.

A figure of a being with a black aura and black clothes appeared. By ourselves. Staring down like he was looking at dirt that was accidentally stepped on.

"Reynald .. is that a creature you've seen?" asked the King of Orgulla who subconsciously strengthened the grip (grip) on Reynald's shoulder.

Reynald felt no pain from the grip of King Orgulla, but he felt that his grip was getting stronger.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

King Orgulla released his grip, turned his body, then took out the sword from its sheath. Not long after, the ground shook.

Reynald and the people on stage looked towards the port that had been broken. A black ship had docked, followed by eight ships that were about to dock.

"Triturador .." said Reynald.

King Orgulla, hearing Reynald's words, strengthened his grip on his sword. "King, it seems like we don't have to bother approaching them."

King Erdovarte, King Calma, and Queen Cleo understood the intent of King Orgulla's words.

"Please, Your Highness Orgulla" said King Erdovarte.

King Orgulla nodded. He then walked forward, to the same place where he made his speech.

He saw his soldiers panicking, frightened, making the speech he had delivered was in vain. However, he knew that there was no longer the word "back off".

King Orgulla sighed. He drew his sword into the sky.

"O God of War who always wins every war, Your infinite courage is the key to every war. Bless Your servant and his army Your courage, Bravura!"

The blue crystal on the crossbar of King Orgulla's sword lit up. It shone so brightly that it made the trembling soldiers' fears start to disappear. Simultaneously, the top military brass and Die Acht Viende (except Reynald) descended from the stage to the west of the marching soldiers.

"What are you afraid of? Have we not promised victory?!" shouted the King of Orgulla who made the soldiers puff up the chest, feeling ashamed of each of them because they had returned to fear.

"I'll repeat it again. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?!"

"THERE'S NOTHING!" the soldiers shouted in unison by pounding spears and feet into the ground.

"Then come with me to the harbor!" King Orgulla drew his sword towards the harbor.

"YES!!"

Die Acht Viende (except Reynald) and the other military higher-ups had been to the west of the soldiers marching, riding horses, and ready to lead the soldiers to the harbor.

The kings got off the stage, and then rode their horses.

The kings, Die Acht Viende, and the military higher-ups walked (on horseback), leading the soldiers to the harbor, and the, leaving Reynald alone on stage face to face with the Black Figure still floating in the sky.

Reynald .. We leave it to you! the inner King who keeps walking without looking back.

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