The Virus and the Grim Reaper's Guard

"Beng" nodded in agreement.

Saint King also waved and greeted Cong Yu.

Then, "Beng" immediately looked at Little Shadow, who was also like a silhouette, her Little Shadow formed by black.

"These are the Monster you've been talking about, the ones you know?"

As he spoke, "Bang" lightly tapped the edge of the mask with his fingers, looking at Little Shadow: "Strange, where's your mask?"

Monster need masks.

Or rather, the condensation of a "False Mask" that allows Monster to stand in human form is the symbol of the fusion of the Monster's magic and the monster's magic.

It is a symbol of attaining "intellect".

"In the shadow of the Big Shadow."

Little Shadow answered so casually, and although she had no eyes, she explained as she met "Bang's" gaze—

"I, as [individual (10086-B)] and [series individual (10086 series)], do not like to call myself this, nor do I like to be called this..."

"So I'll only say it once."

As she said this, Little Shadow looked at "Beng" and explained, "I am Little Shadow, one of thousands of Little Shadow, and a member of the Big Shadow."

"Clone."

"..." Beng: Oh no, another one with roundabout ways of speaking has arrived.

Fortunately, it's still easier to understand than what the Saint King said.

"Tsk, what a hassle... Ah, I get it. Basically, you want me to treat you as an independent person, right, Little Shadow?"

As Beng said this, he clicked his tongue. Considering what Cong Yu had said about "infinite clones" earlier, he could roughly understand what was going on with this fellow countryman.

The Monster friend that Cong Yu met was named Big Shadow.

Strictly speaking, only the Big Shadow is the true form of the Monster, and therefore possesses a "mask," while the countless Little Shadow that split off do not.

Then, these countless Little Shadow can split again, creating "series of individuals".

From this perspective...

Perhaps this person really is the Demon King.

After all, in Beng's mind, it's quite reasonable for the Demon King to have a "Demon King Army"... but it's just a joke.

There are also thousands upon thousands of Monsters in this world.

If the Demon King happens to be someone Cong Yu knows, then that's too much of a coincidence.

Then, Little Shadow took the initiative to start an encrypted conversation with "Beng" in that Monster Tongue filled with sounds like "hiss," "ha," "roar," "gurgle," and "snort."

Meanwhile, Cong Yu began to communicate with the Saint King.

"Has something happened here recently? Such a massive magic array has been set up... and it seems to be charging up."

The Saint King nodded slightly and said, "It was built by the Monster. It can be activated in about two weeks to confirm the Demon King's identity."

In that case, it will be much faster than expected.

Is it because the energy level of the Spirit Vein here is stronger than the Monster originally expected?

"Two weeks from now... is it Christmas?"

As Cong Yu spoke, she gently nudged Saint King's slender, almost masculine waist with her elbow and asked, "Is there anything in particular you'd like for your birthday?"

Saint King was taken aback when he heard Cong Yu ask this question.

"Isn't it your usual practice to send flowers?"

Cong Yu nodded in response to Saint King's words, "Yes, but buying flowers all the time is too troublesome, and it's easy to be misunderstood, so I send cakes now... and occasionally I ask people what they want."

"..." The Saint King blinked, his eyes filled with confusion beneath the scattered golden strands of hair hidden under his pure white hood.

Buying flowers all the time? Could it lead to misunderstandings?

Etc...

"Wait, in other words..."

Saint King hesitated before speaking, looking at Cong Yu, and asked, "When you gave gifts to others before, was it also a 'habitual' practice to give bouquets?"

Cong Yu simply nodded in response.

Saint King: "..."

Amidst a wave of heartache and a tightness in her chest, the Saint King felt a little dizzy... She decided to go back and study the meaning behind the flowers Cong Yu had given her.

--

"Isn't this a rose? Isn't this just a rose?"

The Saint King was utterly bewildered... She had clearly given him roses, so why was she treating him like a man?

Did Cong Yu really not notice this?

Isn't it obvious to everyone?!

"..."

"Oh, Your Majesty... let me see."

The white-haired magical girl, with a faint smile, examined the Saint King's bouquet. "It is indeed roses, but champagne roses—"

"It also has sunflowers tied together, and the bouquet is wrapped with a light-colored ribbon... it mainly symbolizes wishing you success in your career--"

"..." (Face with anger)

Chapter 297 Virus and the Reaper Guard

I am a kangaroo named Grylls, and I grew up on the vast, boundless grasslands of Australia...

Here, the sun shines brightly and food is plentiful. My people and I live a peaceful and comfortable life.

However, all of this was completely overturned at an ordinary dawn.

That morning, I woke up to a strange smell in the air...

Oh my God, I guarantee it smelled like a mixture of burnt wood and slugs.

I would never want to smell it again in my life.

I initially thought it was another big fire somewhere... Yes, that's right. Although fires make rats uneasy, they're not uncommon these days.

Then, I noticed that the behavior of the tribespeople began to become abnormal.

Good heavens! What is that?!

Their eyes turned bloodshot, their actions became frantic and chaotic, and they even began to attack each other.

They are no longer that harmonious family!

No! My God!

I saw them attacking each other with their sharp claws, and I saw them coming towards me! Scratched, I screamed in panic—

"Oh my, Kangaroo Kangaroo!"

I fled from my tribe in a panic, but surprisingly, my strangely behaving kin did not pursue me.

But I knew I couldn't stop. I needed to find a new refuge, and I had to protect my other, weaker kin!

Because I'm Kangaroo Man!

Rapidly turn back! Then transform into an all-powerful being!

"Kangaroo Kangaroo! Roar--"

Ha... I've turned into a zombie (sad)

"..."

"It seems to be working. Shall we call and report this to the president?"

"Hmm... go ahead and hit."

Inside the watchtower, two bright...

The two Australian men were having this conversation when one of them dialed a number directly to the president's office.

The other man, while dutifully observing the kangaroos scattering in all directions, chimed in, "We've been promoted now, it's so cool being president, you get promoted for your achievements, much better than just climbing the ranks before..."

"Shh!"

"..." Amid the boos, he immediately shut his mouth and then listened to his companion making a direct call with Opal Smith.

However, that was indeed what he truly felt.

The new president is indeed good...

Although he claimed to have seized the presidency by storming into Canberra with his eccentric brothers before the Vatican City could react, the president was still in a state of shock.

But as it turns out, Opal Smith did a great job.

He's often seen in public, doesn't have many bodyguards, and sometimes goes for walks to buy food, which makes him seem quite approachable.

They also helped find foreign trade opportunities, personally killed kangaroos, and put out fires everywhere.

These places are obvious to everyone.

Moreover... Opal Smith is very strong, not in terms of intelligence or political skills.

While they are not weak, these areas are clearly not crucial.

Strong... means strong in strength.

A president with strong military power always inspires an extraordinary sense of honor... This idea stems from a veneration of "violence".

For example, you see the Japan Prime Minister appearing on television.

You'd start thinking, "Wouldn't it be better to just shoot him twice at close range and kill him, leaving him wide awake?"

You see the United States president sitting in a convertible, smiling and waving.

You might think, "If someone far away fires a sniper rifle and heads you off in one shot, what's there to say?"

However, the Death King President and the Saint King are clearly different.

You're wielding a Gatling gun that's spitting blue flames, firing at 3,600 revolutions per breath, the barrel of the gun is smoking, and the other person is fine.

This is...

It originates from the "worship of the strong" in humankind's primal instincts.

"..."

"Yes, sir."

After ending the call, the Australian man placed the encrypted phone back on his seat, picked up his soldier's helmet hanging beside him, and informed his companion, "Let's go. Our mission is temporarily over. We're leaving the nature reserve."

Huh? Evacuation?

"What's going on?"

Another soldier began organizing equipment and searchlights, preparing for evacuation according to standard manual procedures. "Are those zombie kangaroos okay to be left unattended?"

Although he was a little worried about being attacked by zombie birds at night, he was more worried that no one would be watching over the place at night, and as a result, the zombie kangaroo broke through the wire fence of the nature reserve and attacked other civilians.

"Someone is taking over; they say the army will be coming."

As his companion spoke, he could already hear the whistling wind. He slung his combat pack over his shoulder and looked up at the sky.

The two looked up and saw a dense swarm of helicopters flying toward them.

The area was illuminated by searchlights, making it as bright as day.

A massive, dark swarm of aircraft completely obscured the stars and moonlight...

"It seems the successor army has arrived."

Another soldier looked up at the sky, nodded, and then prepared to leave the watchtower. "Let's go then, we'll leave this to them."

His companion smiled slightly, muttering, "But this level of power is just too terrifying."

And at this time...

"I can't help it, I've seen zombie movies too."