"This..."
After the great battle, Chloe and the old man stared blankly at the battlefield, now little more than ruins.
Wreckage from armored vehicles and airships lay scattered across the ground, twisted into all manner of bizarre shapes, as though they had been fashioned not from high-strength alloys, but from mere putty.
Mechanical riot police remained frozen in attacking stances, pierced through by wooden spears, yet still standing upright. Nutrient fluid mingled with engine oil, and brain matter streamed across the ground...
Without question... this had been a slaughter!
A slaughter carried out by one man against the entire Night City army!
"That man..."
The old man had watched from beginning to end as Aaron utterly crushed the army with his extraordinary abilities, his face filled with horror. "He is far more than just a blood descendant of the Sothoth Family... He must be one of those great counts renowned throughout history!"
Even among the mysterious cults, extraordinary beings capable of taking on a squad of mechanical riot police alone were exceedingly rare—let alone someone like this!
The other party's mysterious rank was undoubtedly extremely high!
"Could he... be a Your Majesty?"
"A major figure of the mysterious world from the Sixth Primordial who sealed himself away during the awakening of the spirit tide, only to emerge now?"
The old man muttered to himself.
Chloe, meanwhile, sighed mournfully. "What... what kind of monster did we awaken?"
But at this point, they no longer dared say much.
Because Aaron had returned!
And in his hand, he carried the commander's head!
Bang!
Aaron casually tossed the head aside and looked at the old man and Chloe. "What? It seems... you're rather reluctant to become my subordinates?"
By now, he had changed into a black double-breasted formal suit, wore a tall top hat,