The Garbage King of a Certain Train: This damn group can copy Stellarons without discrimination, and you're still scared of shit! Get a core for the group and let everyone feast their eyes on it!
The Slacker King of Hyperion: Fuck, are you guys trying to kill me? Fine, I'll go take a look and see if I can snag a few.
What the Hell Is the Eurshit Warrior Mo Wang?
"Mo Wang! Full HP revival!"
Outside St. Freya's infirmary, Mo Wang had finally removed the pile of white bandages from his body and was now laughing toward the sky, drawing strange looks from the surrounding Valkyries.
Hadn't their Captain only injured his bones in the previous battle?
Why did it look like his head hadn't come out of it much better?
Could it be that shit had damaged his brain during the previous fight?
At this point, the Anti-Entropy invasion battle from before had to be mentioned.
Because Anti-Entropy had actually sent out a clone of Welt, the former First Herrscher, and that clone had retained the strength of a Pseudo-Herrscher.
To keep the Valkyries from worrying unnecessarily, Theresa and Ai-chan, those two little geniuses, had directly given the whole incident a major rewrite.
Well, there was nothing wrong with the part about Theresa and the others fighting.
As for Mo Wang's side, things got a little abstract.
It had clearly been an earth-shattering battle against a Herrscher-level opponent. Mo Wang had pulled out all the stops, beaten the enemy senseless, and ultimately saved Kiana and the other Valkyries.
But after the adaptation?
The perfectly fine Joyce Clone had been turned into a weirdo covered from head to toe in shit, who could only babble, "Aba aba aba."
And this weirdo kept launching attacks with hands smeared in shit.