I begin my own operation, exploiting the chaos of the two armies colliding.
My target is the white-clad group.
Judging by their attire, they're posing as clergy, and I'm fairly certain they're the main force of the God Word Religion.
The people they'd send to a battlefield like this are probably just idiots who genuinely worship the God Word Religion without any knowledge of what the higher-ups are planning, but that's not my problem.
Whether they know or not, they perfectly fulfill every condition I need for a target of my frustration, so I'd appreciate it if they'd just accept their bad luck and give up.
I prepare a spell while on the move.
Using Spatial Maneuvering to survey the battlefield below as I fly through the air.
Let me pull out a big one.
I arrive above the white-clad group.
At the same time, the spell I've been preparing is complete.
I unleash it without hesitation.
Dark Magic — Dark World.
Aside from Abyss Magic, this is the highest offensive power and widest range among the spells I can cast — a wide-area annihilation spell.
Its offensive power is slightly inferior to the Abyss Magic Hell Gate, but its range is nearly equal at roughly 200 meters in diameter.
That area is engulfed in darkness.
It lasts only an instant.
But after the darkness passes, nothing remains.
Neither people nor objects.
Being able to wield this much magic is relatively easy for me now.
It's because I employ Parallel Thinking as a will-less computational device.
At my current level, I can even cast Abyss Magic without breaking a sweat.
The white-clad group is virtually annihilated by that single strike.
A gaping hole opens up in the battlefield.
In the distance, war cries and the clash of weapons echo across the plain, but this particular area falls eerily silent.
A massive flood of level-up notifications pours in.
The Voice of Heaven has been buzzing in my ear nonstop.
If leveling up is this easy, maybe I should have just gone ahead and destroyed a city or two without worrying about anything?
Well, whatever.
I can more than make up for it here.
Another Dark World detonates over the stunned Outz Alliance Army.
A scene of sheer absurdity unfolds — as if erasing everything that ever existed.
In the renewed silence of the battlefield, I touch down on the ground.
Ahead of me, faces twisted in despair.
Behind me, faces twisted in horror.
Both sets look terrible.
A soldier with courage charges at me with his blade.
Well, calling it "courage" might be generous — he's probably lost his mind entirely.
I intercept with a casual spell.
The soldier's head explodes.
A soldier from the Sariera Kingdom.
Oh dear.
I did it.
I actually kind of intended to let them off the hook — the Goddess Religion, while twisted, at least had some internal logic to it.
I glance at the Sariera Kingdom's forces.
They haven't yet processed that their soldier went berserk and charged at me, or that I killed him.
But once it sinks in, they'll recognize me as an enemy.
They might praise me as a Divine Beast or whatever, but the moment they realize I'm a threat, they'll flip on a dime.
That's just how humans are.
Humans always betray.
Even those who owe you their lives.
Sure enough, the Sariera Kingdom's soldiers launch magic my way.
And as if they'd coordinated, the Outz forces attack me too.
Aren't they friendly.
Is this one of those situations where reluctant allies are forced to team up against a common, overwhelming foe?
Unfortunately, I have zero interest in playing at some fake camaraderie.
Even with a temporary truce and a joint assault, they can't beat me.
There's no way they could.
Dragon Power and Dragon Barrier negate their magic.
Against high-tier dragon-class magic it might be different, but against human-cast spells, they can't so much as scratch me without me lifting a finger.
I simultaneously fire counter-magic at both armies.
It's a new spell I learned watching the old man use it in the Great Dungeon.
Lightning flashes burst from me to the left and right.
I'm bad with fire and ice.
Next is water, and light was about equally weak for me.
However, thanks to the titles "Savior," "Saint," and "Savior of the World" that I earned through my charity work, light has actually become one of my strengths.
Thunder also apparently had good affinity with light — when I checked after gaining those titles, the compatibility had improved.
Originally thunder wasn't all that bad for me either, so now it's become my second-strongest element after dark.
So I plan to keep developing my thunder magic skills in combination with light.
Finishing off god-worshippers with light and dark — now that's got a certain sense of style to it, doesn't it?
Is this divine punishment, or a demon's curse?
I wonder which one it looks like to them.
Light flashes, and thunder scatters purple sparks.
With each burst, lives are snuffed out regardless of whether they're friend or foe.
That's right.
The Demon King may have beaten me senseless, but looking at my current stats, this is the way things should be.
I'm stupidly strong.
The Demon King was just absurdly overpowered.
Of course I couldn't win against that kind of cheat.
But the same applies to me.
The people here must be feeling the same despair — or worse — that I felt when I faced the Demon King.
An unkillable monster that shrugs off every attack and casually deploys high-level magic.
Wait.
Am I actually the strongest?
Then why can't I beat the Demon King?
What a mystery.
I mull over these pointless thoughts as the massacre continues.
Both Sariera and Outz are now fully cooperating to attack me, but they haven't laid a single scratch on me.
I make sure to crush any large-scale attacks early.
Not that I'd care if they hit me, but having experience points cut down by collateral damage is unacceptable.
So whenever I spot a group preparing a big magic attack that could affect a wide area, I prioritize taking them out first.
There's another one — someone foolishly trying to charge at me.
Hmm?
That's the fastest one yet.
Wait, is that a kid?
"You monster! I'll be your opponent!"
Why on earth is a child out here?
The mystery is solved when I use Appraisal on the kid's status.
The child's name is
Title: Hero.
Ugh. First the Demon King, and now the Hero.