Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

A congenitally defective minor could not fly past them, and he did not dare gamble on whether repeated "oversights" would get him eliminated.

Leon casually caught a white feather drifting down from the sky.

Blue, red, green—his hands had already been stained with the blood of far too many aliens.

As he had done countless times after getting blood on them, he habitually shook his hands.

Then he found King Hassan.

His right hand turned into a blade, and he vanished from sight, leaving only cracks across the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a space was abruptly forced open amid the yellow dust.

At its center stood Leon with his hand blade raised, facing King Hassan, whose entire body burned with blue flames as he prepared to swing his sword.

"Absurd!"

Beneath the tolling bell, the red glow in King Hassan's eye sockets grew brighter.

"Listen! The evening bell has revealed thy name. Feather of death, sever the head—"

"Angel of Death!"

That almost imperceptible sensation of instant death vanished in an instant, and Leon charged forward as well.

Noble Phantasm against hand blade.

Blue sword light, too fast for onlookers to follow, collided with an unadorned afterimage.

The instant they made contact, the ground sank several inches, and the depression spread layer by layer.

Half a second later, the greatsword gave out first, cracks appearing across its surface.

Meanwhile, its blade had only embedded itself a few centimeters into Leon's palm.

He immediately grabbed the blade in reverse, yanked it toward himself, and used the force to leap up and bend his knee, his body perpendicular to King Hassan.

Thud!

A flying kick struck the chest armor head-on, shattering half his body.

After kicking him away, Leon spun backward with the opposing force, stepped through the air, and chased after King Hassan.

That display accelerated the assessment of the possessing entity.

It could find no trace of Leon anywhere in Earth's historical records or mythological lineages. He was an unrecorded outsider.

His energy level might have seemed unremarkable by comparison, yet no trace of anything beyond the physical could be detected on him.

The enemy seemed to have achieved such destructive power purely through his body.

There were already enough demons and monsters on Earth. Where the hell had this thing come from?

The glowing youth on the other side was even stranger. With only a glance, it found that quite a few Heroic Spirits in the records had been altered into his likeness.

That kind of contamination was thousands, tens of thousands of times more disgusting than those two flying freaks.

It had no choice but to throw a heavy punch! Should it use the "sword"?

Or should it wheel out its wheelchair? The strongest Master, Mash Kyrielight...

In that instant of thought, Leon had already arrived before it, his fist wrapped in a ring of air.

At the same time, Ritsuka Fujimaru in the distance erased a Command Spell.

A surge of power arose from nowhere, flowing from his heart into his fist.

The blow that should have punched another massive hole instead directly pulverized the Servant's body.

The ground behind him was carved with enormous radial scars by the shockwave, while fragments of armor scattered through the air.

"More durable than I expected."

With the battle over, Leon landed lightly.

He and the orange-haired girl looked at each other from afar, then gave each other a thumbs-up in perfect understanding.

Then, in a flash, he chopped off the hand Gilgamesh was using to draw Ea.

"Mongrel—"

Neos casually followed up, forcing Gilgamesh back down.

"You could have let him use it, Leon."

He expressed his displeasure toward Leon in the air, his lips seeming to pout.

An adult pretending to be a child was really disgusting.

Leon folded his arms.

Only after Clark returned from throwing Heracles far away did he remind him, "What I mean is, Neos, you haven't forgotten that our mission is to evacuate, have you?"

"I don't need you to remind me, friend."

Neos narrowed his eyes. He could feel an endless stream of enemies pouring in.

What a shame. Being a willful mortal really was fun.

"It says the highway to Snowfield City, right? Let's go."

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My Twenty Viltrumite Sons

"After the illusion was exposed, did everything start losing its properties?"

Midair, Neos looked at the hamburger he had taken a bite from, its bite marks now turning into particles.

He licked his lips and tossed it down.

This old geezer was the most excited of the four.

When they took off, Leon carried Ritsuka Fujimaru on his back, while Clark carried him.

Their destination was already in sight, yet he still had time to use psychic power to fetch himself a hamburger from a drive-in restaurant.

However, his attention quickly shifted to Leon and Clark.

Sensing his gaze, Leon could more or less guess what he was thinking.

They looked exactly like humans, and with Neos's abilities, he should have been able to tell that it was not some disguise.

Then Neos, who had devoted himself to genetic technology for such a long time, would definitely be interested in the two of them.

The source of their superpowers, their reproductive isolation from humans, whether they could be artificially created, and so on.

For all he knew, this guy had already begun imagining twenty sons descending upon planets in the form of Viltrumites.

The efficiency of the Great Crusade would be maxed out instantly!

He only hoped Neos would also consider what to do when the Horus Heresy came around.

They slowly landed at a highway entrance, where the same mishmash style of the illusion remained.

They had landed on a road built to Japanese standards, yet it abruptly connected to a Lighthouse highway ahead.

Toll stations of different styles had even been mixed together.

And a caped woman stood in their path.

Leon set Ritsuka Fujimaru down and let her lead the conversation. "Who are you?"

The woman did not answer the question, only continued to interrogate her.

"Ritsuka Fujimaru, why do you want to leave this place? Your family and friends are here. The peaceful everyday life you once longed for is here."

"Is it because it's an illusion?"

She tilted her head in confusion.

"But if everything is real enough, what is wrong with a world of illusion?"

"Uh, honestly, ma'am, I don't see anything real about a place that puts hamburgers and sushi together."

Only after politely raising his hand did the Boy Scout interrupt.

That beautiful straight ball successfully sank the atmosphere this mysterious person had worked so hard to create.

"Ahem... after all, it's a little difficult to piece together a modern society from the available materials."

With a light cough, the woman tried to recover her momentum.

Red light flickered in her hand as several thin threads intertwined into a spear, which she aimed at Ritsuka Fujimaru.

"I'll give you one more chance. I—"

"I refuse. I want to recover my memories."

Ritsuka Fujimaru cut her off in disgust. Her will was like iron; she could not stand listening to a single word of nonsense.

"So mysterious. Brother Leon, pull off her hood for me!"

Whoosh!

Before her words had even faded, Leon had already flashed before the woman. He also hated people who spoke in riddles instead of plain language.

But the other side's reaction speed was equally impressive.

As he lifted her hood, she realized that her spear had lost its advantage and instantly pulled away, creating a new weapon.

A black handgun with a blade mounted beneath the barrel.

Bang!

Leon casually caught the bullet fired at Ritsuka Fujimaru, and something seemed to burst in his palm.

But at that moment, everyone's attention was focused on the mysterious woman's face.

Though her lively, cheerful face was now covered in scars, her orange hair and golden eyes made it clear that she was still Ritsuka Fujimaru.

"It's my face..."

"Even trapped in such a desperate situation, you can still summon such powerful companions from who knows where?

Even after becoming like this, you still have beings I cannot react to."

The woman touched her hood, where Leon's movement had sliced off a corner.

"You've always been so lucky, me... This, and Mash's situation as well."

"Mash? Who's that? Hey—"

A strange tremor rose in Ritsuka Fujimaru's heart, but before she could question her further, the woman vanished from sight.

Leon tried to grab her, but in the end, he only tore off her cape.

"Perhaps she is you from some parallel world or possible future."

Everyone looked at each other as Neos made that guess.

"Or perhaps she isn't. But there is no doubt that she knows more than we do."

They knew little about this world, and after that unexpected interruption, they could only continue onward.

The destination of this mission was a gas station beside the highway.

When they opened the door, the interior revealed a different world. It was unmistakably the Master's room Leon knew well.

"I feel like I've been here before..."

The girl stroked the pristine white wall.

But she had gone through too much in a single day and had no heart to explore. Leaning against Leon's shoulder, she fell into a deep sleep.