Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake? Chapter 22

Ace raised his shield to hinder Leon's movements, Scout fired specialized rounds meant to interfere, and Ascalon revealed herself to fill the gap.

Pith and Logos, two masters of Originium Arts, switched the order of Arts and incantations.

Under the faint glow, an Art that weakened the mind took effect on Leon.

The final strike was Mantra's psychic attack.

Her snake tail swayed, its carefully crafted rhythm teasing at Leon's emotions, trying to awaken the pain and fear buried within him.

The impact was so powerful that even the lord of a Royal Court would likely be controlled for several seconds.

Everyone present had the eyes to read a battle.

If there was still any chance of victory, it could only be now—

Yet, for at least that instant, Mantra felt her will vanish as though a clay ox had sunk into the sea.

But the next moment, hundreds of millions of screams surged toward her.

Pain, despair, and sorrow—the emotions of countless people formed an ocean that immediately drowned Mantra's consciousness.

At the same time, Theresa, who had been watching, was even stirred by the Black Crown. Endless crimson and black rose into the sky within her vision.

But the sight lasted only briefly.

In a fraction of a second, Leon flashed behind the Feline as if nothing had happened.

A light chop to the back of her neck physically knocked her unconscious.

Meanwhile, Ace stared blankly at his shield, which had been rolled up like a taco.

Even Ascalon, who had been flung into the air, forgot to adjust her center of gravity and landed flat on her butt.

"An excellent decision. As expected of Babel's elites. But don't use it again next time. It wastes people too much."

Seeing that they had lost their will to fight, he considered the test passed.

After making a token gesture, he went to Amiya to wrap things up.

"So, when dealing with a group fight, take it seriously. Prioritize eliminating the unit with the highest threat level.

"Just like before, the psychic Originium Arts they used were quite dangerous."

"Were they really dangerous? Brother Leon, I don't think I saw—"

"They were, they were."

Though everyone's stares were a little embarrassing, Leon still took a step back.

"At least the idea was correct."

He ruffled the little bunny's hair again and scooped her up.

At the same time, he looked toward Theresa, Kal'tsit, and the Doctor, who had yet to recover their senses.

"Well then, without further delay, shall we get going? Does anyone want to come along?"

"Is that really all right?"

The first to meet his gaze was Theresa.

The Demon King's pale pink eyes reflected Leon's rarely changing face, filled with endless compassion.

Through the Black Crown, she had once listened to the roars of Many Souls and witnessed that magnificent yet sorrowful tide of souls.

But how could an ocean several times larger than that exist within one person?

Even catching a glimpse of it made her heart pound in alarm.

"Of course it's fine. I remember that car being pretty spacious, right? It can easily fit all of you."

He answered a different question.

Theresa pouted.

Then Closure protested unhappily from the crowd.

"Your Highness! I just got that new car! Those Military Commission people don't know their own strength. What if they smash it?"

"Then I'm sure Mr. Leon will help you get an even better one."

The Demon King smiled and pinched Leon's sleeve beside her.

What was this for?

Leon was somewhat confused, but he still followed them to the top deck.

There was a large freight elevator there that could carry vehicles.

In the end, beneath Closure's bloodshot gaze, he lifted the car.

Theresa, the Doctor, and Amiya were a little excited after getting into the car. Only Kal'tsit looked like a cat trapped in a tree.

Leon, meanwhile, gazed toward Kazdel from afar.

Theresis was there. He had heard that the man was the strongest swordsman among the Sarkaz, even ranking among Terra's best.

Honestly, Leon was a little excited.

A group member promo:

"Why is the system bound to me either a Cat Guest Hex System or a chat group? Can't I get some cheat that lets me do more, faster, better, and cheaper? I don't eat beef!"

Fine, the Hex System gave me a three-color fruit platter for my qin. Let me see what kind of people are in this group first.

A T0 Orochimaru returning to the village, comparable to Intelligence Jiraiya. After defecting, Uncle Snake voluntarily returned to apologize to Hiruzen Sarutobi, and eventually became the Fifth Hokage, making his grand entrance!

The legendary Blue Star, Sword Saint of the Longblade. During a group livestream, her Red Blade Helm Breaker was interrupted by a dragon charge. In a fit of rage, she threw away her longsword, beat the Rathian to its knees with her bare fists, and dragged it back to make OOO!

The Cult Leader from five layers of history. Starting from nothing, he would pass through the Three-Pronged Gate within five years. His opening move was to plunge an entire city into the winter solstice—the ultimate Riddler!

Kiritsugu Emiya, who barged into Snowfield City. What was he planning to do? Was he going to spam his Time Alter and Origin Bullets to speedrun thirteen Masters in one night?

And the last one—why the hell is it Dokutah? Feels worse than the Traveler... sleep quality.

Forget it, I'm the streamer. Watch me work!

Many years later, Lancer Mai Luo would stand on the streets of Snowfield City and recall that distant afternoon when Kiritsugu Emiya took him to watch Flash's little brother elbow Sea Weakness.

I am the chat group's divine being!

Chapter 26: The Demon King Really Has Got His Back This Time

Viltrumites often carried people while flying, including but not limited to:

Flying while holding an enemy by the head during a fight, flying while gripping an enemy by the neck during a fight, and flying while grabbing an enemy by the ankle during a fight...

In this regard, Leon felt he still needed to learn more from Commander Nolan.

Nolan had truly learned many things in order to maintain his disguise. He saved people every day, to the point where haters mocked him over it every day.

"Whoaa~ It's so high!"

Amiya stuck her head out the window, the wind lifting her bangs and revealing her beautiful blue eyes.

Like Leon used to do in front of an electric fan in his previous life, she kept her mouth open and went, "Waaah, waaah, waaah~"

Theresa, seated in the middle, shielded Amiya with her posture and held her steady.

She also leaned her head out, occasionally smoothing down her windblown hair.

The Doctor had already flown once, so his attention naturally shifted elsewhere.

"Mr. Leon, how fast can you fly?"

"Within an atmosphere, we generally keep our speed below Mach 10. That way, we won't cause harm to the surface."

"Unexpectedly gentle and considerate. You even pay attention to details like that."

Hearing this, Leon silently sighed.

After all, conquest was ultimately Viltrum's goal.

With only fifty pure-blooded Viltrumites, they did not recklessly breed across the entire universe. They still thought about conquest.

So unless necessary, they placed considerable importance on preserving a planet's value. This was also one of the standards by which a Viltrumite's achievements were judged.

Otherwise, why did that old man Conquest leave behind a fearsome reputation, while Nolan left behind a glorious one?

That was the difference between being terrifying and being great.

Of course, when it was deemed necessary, physically reducing a population by half or plowing the land while flying in a semi-warp state...

That was no problem either.

Soon, everyone saw Kazdel. In Leon's own words:

Rusty iron sheets formed the skin covering it;

Massive stones within formed the bones supporting it;

And countless black spikes within formed the sinews connecting it.

What Leon remembered most clearly from Arknights were usually major cities like Lungmen. Here, he caught a glimpse of the so-called wasteland world setting.

He did not forget to take a screenshot and share it with the group.

[West China Tiger: Whoa, it's so ancient. This really is another world.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: From this bird's-eye angle, I keep feeling like routes are about to appear in my vision.]

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: Carefully observe the structure below, Itadori.

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: The civilization level appears rather low on the surface, but this should be a mobile city that can be assembled together. Interesting.]

[Kansas Farm Boy: I wonder how much that thing weighs.]

Then Theresa pointed Leon in the right direction.

At the center of the city stood a giant tower like a furnace. That was where Theres is and the others were.

"Kazdel... I'm back."

Looking at the familiar sight, the Demon King's eyes held complicated emotions.

Inside the giant tower was an incomparably vast space.

There was only one table in the center, surrounded by eleven seats.

The former resolution of the Ten Royal Courts, the War Council temporarily formed to resist the allied armies of three nations, and now the Sarkaz's highest decision-making body—

The Military Commission.

This had always been the political heart of the Sarkaz.

Recently, because military operations had been frequent, General Theres is had been handling government affairs here.

He picked up a document and asked Manfred, the student he had personally trained.

"What report is this?"

"During our internal purge of spies, we found a stack of materials at one of their hideouts.

"Based on the other letters, Babel specifically requested it by name. Some of it has already been sent out."

Was this ordinary-looking document important enough to draw his teacher's attention?

Could it be classified information even he did not know about?

Manfred lowered his head and said,

"Teacher, I'm sorry. I failed to catch them in time and allowed the intelligence to leak."

"Use titles while working."

"Yes, General!"

Then, on the right, a young Blood Demon said in apparent goodwill,

"Manfred, I can't just sit by and watch you become incompetent. Catch those rats quickly. I believe the Blood Court can help you."