Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 149

The Extinction of Humanity

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From the ramparts, I gazed down at the battlefield.

It was a sight that hardly deserved the name. One side held such overwhelming dominance that it resembled a massacre.

“Oh, God…!”

Someone cried out to their god in a final, desperate breath.

The tens of thousands of alien troops were being decimated.

Their opponents? A mere few hundred Familiars.

Despite being outnumbered nearly a hundred to one, the aliens were being pushed back relentlessly.

“Father said!”

“We are retribution!”

The Familiars surged forward like a tidal wave, driving the enemy before them.

Golden light radiated from their bodies, and their weapons shone with the same divine power.

The light of miracles burned like fire, consuming the enemy in its holy flames.

“Ugh, aaaaaaaack!”

“F, fire on my body…!”

I observed the scene, experiencing it vicariously through the Familiars on the field.

Hundreds of them were sending me their perceptions via telepathy.

With my vastly improved cognitive abilities, I processed it all.

‘It’s a really strange feeling.’

I had shared the senses of Familiars before, but never with so many simultaneously.

I could have done it, but individual understanding would have been impossible – like trying to distinguish each person’s words in a crowded marketplace.

“Hatan! You’re too far away!”

“I’ll make the first move! Follow me!”

“Target the mages first!”

I understood hundreds of thoughts in an instant.

Not just understanding, but I could also give individual instructions to each of them.

‘Cognitive ability is expanding even at this moment.’

———!

——! ——!

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However, this state wasn’t unconditionally positive.

Sounds I had never heard before began to intrude.

‘The souls are rampaging.’

The sounds emanated from the souls that had merged with me.

These souls were masses of magical power without ego – raw, untamed energy.

Magical power that hadn’t yet integrated within me was running wild.

———!

When magical power rampages, control becomes difficult.

Look at the allied mages down there. Even a small surge of uncontrolled magic can disrupt their spellcasting.

The magical power surging within me now was far greater than that.

‘It’s not at a level I can’t control… yet.’

It wasn’t uncontrollable to the point where I couldn’t use magic at all, but rather that I couldn’t precisely regulate its strength.

It felt like a hole had been punched in me, and magical power was pouring out uncontrollably.

Saaaaaa——

The light emanating from my body intensified.

Simultaneously, the grass in the field stretched out vines to ensnare the enemy’s feet.

“Wh, what…?”

The vines climbed up their legs, covering their entire bodies.

It was reminiscent of the spear Nir, which contained the remnants of the old god in the underground warehouse [a powerful artifact from a previous event].

Ugh, aaaaaaa!

A situation where magical power was pouring out immensely, arbitrarily altering the natural world.

If the changes caused by it were only this much, I could have ignored it.

However, it wasn’t just nature that was affected by the magical power.

Ugh, aaaaaaa!

Magical power also affected monsters and the undead.

“I can’t control it!”

“Don’t come this way! Go forward!”

Monsters were driven mad and attacked allies, while the few remaining souls in the undead were ascending, finding release.

The influence of the magical power I emitted was tormenting allies as well.

‘This is troublesome.’

And I couldn’t suppress it.

I surveyed the battlefield, where chaos had begun to spread.

“Don’t be afraid!”

“The number of enemies is small!”

The allied forces had emerged from the initial confusion.

Simply counting the numbers, they still outnumbered the Familiars nearly a hundred to one.

The undead and monsters were unintentionally thrown into chaos, creating a suitable opportunity to reorganize their ranks.

“Are you going to show this pathetic sight when your ancestors are watching!”

“The enemy is a monkey!” [A derogatory term for humans in this context.]

The allied forces were not a disorganized rabble, merely temporarily thrown into disarray.

They were regular troops honed by years of practical experience.

They quelled the chaos and began a proper counterattack.

“Push them back with numbers!”

The enemy used the same method I had once employed.

Just as I had faced Vlad and the Blood Clan with overwhelming numbers, they launched a counterattack with overwhelming numbers.

Thud!

A Familiar was surrounded by eleven enemies.

In the enemy’s simultaneous attack, his right arm was severed, his neck was pierced, and four spears and swords were embedded in his chest – damage that should have certainly led to death.

Whirr!

However, magical power blazed fiercely from the wounds. The flames pushed away the weapons, healed the pierced wounds, and rescued the Familiar from the brink of death.

“Wh, what…”

The elf in front of him widened her eyes in surprise.

The pupils, which had been showing the whites, regained focus and glared at the enemy.

“I am His Majesty’s retribution!”

The Familiar swung his arm without giving her a chance to react.

The flames of magical power followed the swinging sword, melting her and the six alien races who had surrounded him.

“The dead are coming back to life?”

“No way!”

These scenes were playing out across the battlefield.

All the Familiars were facing enemies dozens of times their number.

Even when their hearts were pierced, their limbs were torn off, and their heads were shattered, new flesh sprouted before their souls could leave their bodies.

“Great Artisan! Give us your power too…!”

Priests within the allied forces cried out to the gods they believed in, asking them to quell the chaos of magical power and drive away my miracles.

Rumble…

Boom—!

Then the gods of the alien races responded to the call.

Thunder and lightning struck from the dark clouds gathered in the sky.

The flow of magical power that I had scattered regained its place, and the Familiars, who had been resurrected several times, crumbled without leaving a trace.

“It, it worked!”

“The magical power is being controlled!”

The mages who had regained control of the magical power rejoiced.

Feeling the magical power belatedly in their hands, they also expressed anger.

“How dare… a monkey!”

Explosions erupted everywhere, like a giant gunpowder warehouse detonating.

Dust soared high into the sky, and screams rang out.

It was the mages’ suppressed anger erupting.

“Ugh!”

Rachel was caught in that explosion. In the gap where her vision was momentarily blurred, a dwarf swung a hammer to crush her head.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Thud, Rachel grabbed the hammer with her bare hand.

Crackling, sparks flew, her hand burned, and smoke rose.

“Die nicely! Monkey!”

“Hmph!”

Rachel countered the mockery with a laugh and put strength into her hand.

Then the hammer began to melt, turning red.

“Wh, what…!”

The dwarf was startled and released his hand as the molten metal threatened to touch him.

“Why are you dropping your weapon and running away?”

The hammer, half-melted and devoid of magical power, was immediately seized by Rachel, who spun it around and grinned.

“It seems my father is superior to your god?”

The charred and crumbling hand regrew.

The dwarf trembled with wide eyes at the sight.

With his weapon gone and his hands empty, his fate was sealed.

Thwack!

The hammer struck his head.

He was also receiving the blessing of his god, but he was different from her.

Unlike me, the dwarf’s ancestor could not heal his descendants.

His soul fell from his body, facing complete death.

“Aaaaaaaack!”

At least his end was swift.

At least he didn’t inflict any wounds on her.

Calliope and Mersephone had no wounds at all.

The two Familiars were advancing, guarding each other’s flanks.

The enemy, even with the blessing of their gods, dared not approach.

The surroundings of the two Familiars were so desolate that there were no living beings, only the corpses of the extinct alien races scattered about.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

When a quarter of the enemy had died, the allied forces still had overwhelming numbers, but the tide of battle had turned.

The moment Calliope split the crown-wearing dwarf in half, even a glimmer of hope vanished. The enemy turned their backs and ran without hesitation, and because their numbers were so large, the Familiars had to let most of them live.

“This is enough.”

Vlad, or rather, Tiamat dwelling in his body, said.

I saw Vlad’s soul flickering faintly, like a candle about to go out, but he must not die yet.

I had to control the Blood Clan and servants bound to his soul.

“It’s a shame.”

If the monster and undead forces had been intact, I would have annihilated them.

However, as seen with Vlad, the influence of my soul is the problem.

Many necromancers exposed to the soul rolled on the floor, foaming at the mouth and collapsing, or reverting to their original race.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

I suppressed the soul’s magical power that was pouring out uncontrollably.

The magical power ignored my will and tried to maintain its flow.

The sight of it rejecting control and rampaging even without an ego was unsettling.

I focused again, and again.

Sssssss…

Only then did the flow of magical power calm down and the leakage begin to decrease.

‘It’s still not easy to control.’

The magical power keeps trying to escape my body.

Because of this, there was no moderation when I was using magical power. It felt like fully opening the dam when I only wanted to open it partially.

‘I still have plenty of magical power, but if I don’t control it properly, there will be problems later. I should wear an artifact that suppresses magical power.’

Thinking about future measures, I went down the ramparts.

The Familiars who had finished the pursuit and returned gathered in front of the gate.

Soon they stopped in front of me and knelt, with Calliope at the front.

“Congratulations on the victory.”

I received the melted crown from her.

It was a shape that was difficult to even recognize as a crown, but the jewels remained attached without melting.

– Let go! You filthy race!

The jewel spewed curses at me with telepathy.

It was the ancestral god of the dwarves who had put some of his will into it.

The magical power contained within the will was so immense that it endured without melting.

Who would have been the owner of this crown? In human terms, it would have been the owner of the peak corresponding to a king [the most powerful individual].

Crack…

He was already just a corpse losing warmth.

I put strength into my hand and crushed the jewel.

– St, stop! Stop it! What are you doing——

The jewel made a scraping sound and shattered. Then the magical power contained within scattered in all directions, and a dark smoke rose before seeping into me, causing the already overflowing magical power to overflow even more and rampage even more than before.

“Is it over?”

Vlad watched the disappearing smoke and sighed.

It seemed the soul that had been deprived of its body had finally calmed down.

If souls could faint, it would have fainted.

“Vlad, I’m going back. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Already? Isn’t it too early?”

I shook my head.

Now that my existence is widely known, you shouldn’t think it’s as safe as before.

Of course, it wasn’t that peaceful before either.

“I’ll leave the administrative officials behind. Think of them as me and guarantee their authority. And until the industry is on track, respond defensively. Don’t be greedy.”

“I know.”

I looked at the field covered with corpses.

Not a single bird landed even though the battle was over.

The fire caused by magical power was still burning as embers.

Gray smoke rose, and crows glided through the smoke.