I Have No Friends

"CHARGE!!"

After the command, all the Alien Warriors launched a joint attack.

Sparta punched one of them away, then sidestepped and batted away a second.

Yet the enemy's numbers were simply too overwhelming; two fists could not match four hands, and finally, he was ambushed once again.

His rear shoulder was pierced by a spear. Feeling the pain, Sparta whirled around, grabbed the shaft, and swept it in a wide arc, carrying both man and spear along with him.

A few Alien Warriors who failed to dodge in time were struck, but even more enemies kept pressing the attack.

A short hammer smashed into the back of his head, plunging Sparta's vision into darkness as he staggered back a few steps.

Yet this brief dizziness offered the Alien Warriors a golden opportunity.

A long saber flashed a chilling light in the sunlight, slicing a gruesome gash across Sparta's chest as fresh blood gushed from the wound and slid down to his abdomen.

That was not the end of it; a spear pierced his thigh once again.

The short hammer that had caused the initial dizziness struck Sparta's cheek once more, and a sickening crack rang out as his zygomatic bone shattered.

Immediately following that, several heavy blows landed on his body, and Sparta's form slammed heavily into the distance.

He struggled to crawl up from the ground, his bloodshot eyes turning a deep crimson as his vision blurred and distorted.

Cough, cough!

Sparta clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Although the enemy's strength was not formidable, they had too many wolves for so little meat, and if this kept on, he would die.

An Alien Warrior looked at the battered Sparta and said with bitter hatred, "He can't hold on much longer! Finish him off in one go!"

Sparta abruptly raised his head, glared at the charging mob of Alien Warriors, and let out a roaring shout with bloody foam flying everywhere:

"COME ON!!!"

The entire heaven and earth resonated with Sparta's roar. Dragging his battered body, he rushed into the crowd like a maddened beast.

This time, he broke entirely from his past combat style, abandoning defense completely in favor of raw offense.

The instant Sparta charged into the crowd, he punched an Alien Warrior's head apart, sending blood and unidentified matter splattering all around.

His left arm was slashed by a long saber, but Sparta acted as though he could not feel the pain.

He clamped his teeth onto the opponent's throat, sinking them deep into the flesh as warm blood splashed across his face.

That Alien Warrior struggled in terror, only to be grabbed by Sparta's two hands.

The next second, the flesh was torn away by the teeth, leaving the windpipe exposed to the open air.

The Alien Warrior dropped the long saber in his grasp, clutched his neck with both hands, and collapsed to the ground, twitching incessantly.

Sparta spat out the bits of flesh in his mouth, grabbed another enemy's head with both hands, and thrust his thumbs deep into the other's eye sockets.

The Alien Warrior let out a miserable howl, but Sparta paid it no mind, merely intensifying the force of his invading fingers.

"Bang!"

Sparta was struck by a heavy kick and sent flying horizontally on the spot.

His spine collided with the hard rock, yet Sparta barely felt a sliver of pain.

He hauled himself back up to his feet like a starved wolf that had gone without food for days, his bloody maw agape as he resumed his slaughter of the Alien Warrior pack.

"Kill him! Hurry up and kill him!!"

That vision-impaired Alien Warrior clutched his eye sockets and screamed hysterically.

An Alien Warrior wielding a spear rushed forward, aiming straight for Sparta's throat.

He jerked his head to the side, the spear tip grazing his neck and leaving a trail of blood behind.

Seizing the momentum, he grabbed the opponent's shoulder and, under the other's terrified gaze, threw his head back.

"Bang!"

Sparta's headbutt smashed into the spear-wielding Alien Warrior's nasal bridge, shattering it instantly.

That was still not enough, followed by three more 'bang! bang! bang!' sounds.

With three consecutive headbutts, Sparta's forehead was already a bloody mess, while that Alien Warrior's face was thoroughly caved in, going limp as he slumped to the ground.

Sparta gasped heavily for air, blood dripping down his brow ridge as he looked down at the lifeless corpse before him.

Then his gaze shifted, coming to rest upon the remaining Alien Warriors.

"Is he insane?!"

The Alien Warrior wielding the short hammer said in terror.

"What is there to fear?! He's already at the end of his rope!" Another shouted bare-handed as he lunged forward.

His speed was blistering, but under Sparta's do-or-die state, his speed was even faster.

Just a second before the fist was about to connect with Sparta, Sparta's own fist had already struck the other man squarely in the face.

The alien warrior was sent flying ten thousand meters away, tracing an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground, life or death unknown.

After knocking the eyesore away, Sparta did not stop his momentum, continuing to charge toward the remaining alien warriors.

Meanwhile, at another part of the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of Viltrumite warriors clad in tight combat suits floated in space.

Some of them lacked limbs, some lacked heads, and even more were left as mere torso fragments.

Not only were there the corpses of Viltrumite warriors here, but also countless corpses of other races and the wreckage of warships.

Even with such a tragic state, the war still had not ended.

"You bunch of cosmic pests! Face the judgment of the Anti-Vitrum Alliance!"

The alien warrior was still speaking the second before, and the next second his head was blown apart by a single punch.

The Viltrumite warrior who had blown apart the opponent's head shook the bloodstains from his hand, speaking in a hoarse and contemptuous voice:

"Judgment? You damned maggot are truly amusing."

With that, he looked at the remaining alien warriors before him and added.

"Do you know? Given my status and strength within the Empire, I actually didn't need to participate in this war at all."

"But I was too bored; I craved blood, I craved slaughter, because only through these things could I truly recognize myself."

"They all say I'm a butcher, everyone is unwilling to be friends with me, everyone fears me, and I don't even have a name."

"I conquered countless planets for the Empire, and from a very long time ago, they began to call me—Conquest!"

"Thank you! Thank you for helping me escape the agony of boredom, and as repayment, I will try to make your deaths as painless as possible."

Hearing the white-haired Viltrumite warrior before them declare himself "Conquest," the surviving alien warriors instinctively took half a step back.

Conquest? Conquest!

They had actually run into the god of slaughter rumored throughout the universe, a veteran of ten thousand battles within the Viltrumite Empire.

If the strength of the Viltrumite elite was considered top-tier in the universe, then the strength of this "Conquest" was the very pinnacle of the top tier.

He was an executioner standing at the absolute apex of the cosmic food chain.

At this moment, the thought of retreat had already sprouted in their minds, because as long as Conquest stood here, they had no way of completely wiping out the remaining Viltrumites.

"Was that little half-step back of yours serious? It truly breaks my heart."

"Don't even think about running, because the fun game ahead is only just beginning."

Conquest placed a hand over his chest, his face wearing an aggrieved expression that seemed to say, no one cares about the elderly.

Immediately following this, under the gaze of the crowd of alien warriors, he pursed his lips, and a pink bubble floated out from his mouth.

He reached out and grabbed the pink bubble, pinching it with his fingers to shape it into a heart.

Conquest looked at the heart floating in the void before him, nodding in satisfaction.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he shattered the heart.

"Come on!"