"No!" Take me too...!

—... I am so sorry.

As soon as the explorer closed his eyes and entered the portal, the battle was over. The reason was simple. Knights were still standing all over the passage, blocking the explorers, but...

"Surrender.

"Huh?" But our portal was not prepared...

"This portal was the last. I'm sorry for you guys.

"Commander, what does this mean...!" Agh!

As soon as one knight lowered his sword, the researchers rushed at him to trample and beat him.

"Speak!" What does it mean? In what sense is this the last portal?!

The knight simply endured all this violence. He answered questions even when his teeth were knocked out and his veins burst in his eyes.

— Literally.

"Y-You crazy bastard!" You knew you'd be abandoned, and still...!

"Someone had to stay. Your anger is justified, so pour it out on me. There must still be some value in this body.

"I'll kill you!"

"For... Raphdoni...!

Some knights surrendered, others fought to the death with swords, but the result was the same.

The researchers broke their ranks in numbers, and then unilaterally and ruthlessly vented their despair and anger.

Of course, the researchers understood that the knights were in the same boat as them and could serve as a valuable force. They just needed someone to vent their emotions.

Similar scenes took place throughout the central region.

"Ah!" Who are you? Don't push!

From one passage the barbarian squeezed easily through the crowd.

"Hey, knight!"

He grabbed the hand of the researcher who was beating the knight and spoke.

"Murder...

"Let me go!"

— ... This is a problem.

"What!?" Those bastards abandoned us. You're on their side - *Smack!*

At that moment, the barbarian's fist struck the face of the violent explorer.

The researcher's body immediately went limp.

"I warned you that this was a problem," the barbarian said, sighing heavily.

At the same time, silence fell.

—…

The explorers attacking the knights were no longer there, at least not by his side.

***

The situation in the center was not much different from my expectations, except for one thing.

I didn't expect that there would be so many knights left.

It was a happy miscalculation. They weren't following my orders, but at least they were high-level personnel. Just by walking around this cave, they would be a good bait.

"Mr. Yandel!"

A moment later my companions appeared in the passage through which I squeezed.

"Oh, take care of them.

"What?"

"I mean, protect them so they don't die.

Entrusting the half-dead knights to my team, I left the passage and headed for the common area in the center.

"Ahhh! P-stop...!

Shouts were heard from all sides at every step. Mostly from knights.

Yes, you guys are human too, and you feel pain too.

— ... Gosh darn!

Furious screams burst out. On the other hand, there are those who took a step back from the violence and sank to the ground in despair. To these people, even anger seemed senseless.

"We're all going to die.

"Cecilia... I'm sorry, I...

They accepted their death as a fait accompli. Among them were those who wore the insignia of large clans. There were team groups, singles, and duets. But even the big clan couldn't take everyone with them. In this situation, even the knights were abandoned. They would first of all single out those who are lower in rank, because there were few tickets.

"Enough...!" It won't change anything! They're in the same boat as us!

From time to time, voices were heard trying to stop this madness.

In such cases, everyone was divided into two categories:

Those who relied entirely on emotion and raised their voices to preserve morality and humanity, and...

"Are you all crazy!?" At this rate, we will all die!

Those who still retained hope. They put aside their anger and tried to stop these atrocities with a rational approach.

To some extent, I probably belong to this category. They will be the most useful to me in this situation.

*Top!*

Eventually, I stopped. In front of me stood a monument that I had seen many times, the Last Great Sage. It was the only structure erected in the Labyrinth to commemorate the achievements of Dylan Gruntel Gabrilius.

[In memory of his great first step].

There was a hidden element in this monument that opened the Chasm on the 1st floor. However, it was impossible to enter the Chasm and avoid war. Not only did we not have a rank 8 mana stone, but even if we did, it would be useless since the last time the Chasm was opened was a month ago.

Then I deliberately skipped it, deciding that it was more profitable to explore the 5th floor, and it opened by itself. However, disappointment did not change anything.

"Ahem, ahem...

I coughed to clear my throat. Still, I wasn't particularly worried. If the barbarian had any distinguishing feature, aside from his outstanding physical abilities, it was his distinctly loud voice.

— СТООООООООООП!

The thunderous scream emitted in the state of [Gigantization], even in such a chaotic situation, was enough to pierce everyone's ears. For a moment, everyone stopped their actions and turned their attention to me. Of course, this did not last long. For a moment, they looked at me with eyes asking, "What kind of bastard is this?" and then stopped paying attention to me.

So, this is not enough for you, right?

To be honest, I didn't expect much. Does this work only in cartoons?

"I am Little Balkan, Bjorn, son of Yandel!"

It didn't matter if I was ignored or not, I kept screaming.

Barbarian Rule No1: If your voice doesn't reach people, then it wasn't loud enough.

Therefore...

"If any of the tribesmen know who I am, repeat what I say!"

I asked for support, because I was not the only barbarian here.

"Little Balkan, Bjorn, son of Yandel!"

"A great warrior!"

"This is the order of the next chief!" We must follow it!

'Behellaaa

Starting with the shouts of Charon and Einar, the barbarians scattered throughout the cave shouted to the beat. Our barbarians have been watching me from the very beginning of my scream. Not knowing what I was going to do, they apparently decided that they had to help a fellow tribesman.

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

As soon as I shouted, an echo followed.

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

Again the crowd stopped and turned their eyes to me. Perhaps if I had screamed alone until my own vocal cords burst, they would not have noticed me, but since the same screams were repeated from everywhere, like a radio broadcast, they could not help arousing curiosity.

"Who are you to tell us to stop!?"

"It's all because of those bastards, and you want us to put up with it?!"

There was even more negativity. Many still beat the knights, blinded by anger.

And I kept shouting:

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

As a simple and ignorant barbarian, I simply repeated it over and over again, endlessly, until my request was granted. And when my screams reached the tenth verse...

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

"Somebody, shut that bastard's mouth!"

The fire of anger that did not subside, no matter how much it was spewed, finally turned to me.

"If you're going to side with the royal family, then die!"

Some of the researchers even rushed at me.

"Protect the next chieftain!"

Seeing this, the barbarian warriors rushed to protect me.

However, I stopped them.

"Stop!" We must not fight among ourselves!

The simple barbarians stopped moving after my shout, but not the explorers who rushed at me.

*Whoosh*

One of the researchers swung his sword as if he was facing an enemy.

*Kang!*

As I expected, there was not a single scratch on the equipment or on the body.

How could ordinary iron penetrate it?

"Uh...

I didn't move to block it all, but accepted it with my body. This was enough to reveal the difference in our strength. He realized this belatedly.

—…

When the excitement passed and his head cooled down, the researcher began to step back almost in fear.

Hey, where are you going?

I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to me, and then asked:

"Do you want to live?"

—…

He didn't answer.

"I asked if you wanted to live!" If you die anyway, why are you running away!?

As I shouted menacingly, the researcher's face turned pale.

"Tell me, do you want to live!?"

Like a cornered mouse biting a cat, the researcher could not stand it, met my gaze and shouted:

"And who wants to die?!"

That was the phrase I wanted to hear. Everyone was already looking in this direction at the unexpected behavior of this guy. I let go of the researcher's shoulder.

"Then run away if you think you can survive like this.

The explorer regained his freedom, but did not turn to run away. More precisely, he could not. His legs seemed to buckle, and he fell to the floor with a crash. But did he still have the strength? The researcher shouted, as if venting his disappointment:

"Then what should I do?"

What should you do?

I have already repeated this several times. I tore my eyes away from him, looked around and shouted again:

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

Life as a barbarian has taught me that stupidity turns into stubbornness one day, unless you give up first.

***

At least for a moment, silence fell. It was a real miracle. This barbarian only shouted. He did not use violence, he just shouted tirelessly. At first, I thought it was stupid, because it seemed to me that no matter how much he shouted, the current chaos could not be suppressed. Deciding that everyone would come to their senses when all the knights were dead, I walked away with the clan members.

"Unbelievable!"

The one-sided violence against the knights had almost ceased, a result achieved by a single barbarian. How is this possible? The exact cause remained unknown. One could only guess about it. As is often said, words carry power, perhaps the words of this barbarian carried even greater power. Just as one action is imprinted in the mind more deeply than a thousand words, so this stupid naivety may have planted anticipation in people's minds.

*Smirk*

Or maybe they just came to their senses after watching this stupidity over and over again, as, for example, a serious conversation completely changes the atmosphere when someone starts talking about some stupid thing. Of course, these were only assumptions. I didn't know what the reason really was. Perhaps they were just curious about what the barbarian wanted to say.

Still, one thing was clear. The 5th rank researcher Little Balkan, although inferior to me in strength and faction numbers, did it.

— Deputy.

"Yes, you do.

"Don't watch quietly anymore. If someone attacks a knight nearby, stop him.

I gave an order to my deputy and set off.

"Head, where are you going?"

"I want to hear what that barbarian has to say." And is he just an idiot or...

—…

The deputy head tilted his head, but I decided to save my words. I found it funny myself.

"Everyone stop!" He's right. Stop for now! And let's calmly lay down our heads!

Just like him, those who were bystanders throughout the passage raised their voices and showed themselves.

*Tudum!*

For some reason, my heart pounded wildly. I looked in the direction of the monument.

"I repeat again!" Everyone stop!

The barbarian was still screaming, and the people supporting him were shouting back.

"Everyone stop!"

Now, even those who had nothing to do with this barbarian have raised their voices.

"Anyone who causes trouble will be considered an enemy from now on!"

At the sight of this, the thought involuntarily arose that everything that is happening now resembles a scene from a fairy tale that I read as a child, a story about a hero.

***

Someone came up to him.

"I am the head of the Nartel clan, Melter Fend. If you have a plan to get out of this situation, I would like to hear it.

A woman came up next.

"I'm Lacey Nareth of Heindel Church. I am here to thank you for preventing this tragedy.

The third was a magician.

"I'm a battlemage from Rafdonia. Oh, and by the way, I was not abandoned, but stayed of my own free will. I didn't like this commander at all.

But even after that, there were more and more people: the priest, the mage, the head of the clan, the deputy head, the leader of the group, and even individuals, those who had previously belonged to the group, but were abandoned or voluntarily stayed.

"Maybe it's enough to scream?" Everyone is waiting for what you have to say.

"Tell us." Do you really have a way? Or did you stop the killing of knights out of pity?

As expected, the barbaric "Do it!" was invincible. Having achieved my goal, I turned off the Endless Brainless Replay Mode.

"It's nice to meet you all. I am Bjorn, son of Yandel.

Finally, all the conditions for the conversation were created.