A Reporter Courting Death in Style

New York, which had been in chaos just moments ago, fell into an unprecedented silence.

Many people instinctively dropped to their knees, praying to Ryan as though he were a god.

Even the soldiers maintaining order seemed at a loss at this moment.

Although the Pegasus Knights had made an imposing entrance earlier, in their eyes, steel fighter jets could easily wipe out these aliens still using cold weapons.

But now, an ability that could alter heaven and earth, turn night into day, and utterly defy the laws of nature had appeared. Was that the kind of enemy they could deal with?

Even though officers at every level kept trying to bolster morale, more than half of it had vanished in an instant.

"Seriously, these reporters really know how to court death!"

Sitting upon a throne as dazzling as the sun, Ryan glanced at the helicopter approaching him beneath the flag of ABC Broadcasting, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Leaving aside whether the Pegasus Knights would shoot it down, the United States Government would definitely make the company pay afterward.

Did they really think this was like an American blockbuster, where aliens invaded and reporters could freely fly helicopters around conducting interviews without restrictions?

"Would you like me to crush that annoying fly, my lord?"

Hearing Ryan's remark, Shalltear asked.

"No, wait for now."

Ryan shook his head slightly, rejecting Shalltear's suggestion.

For the plans ahead to proceed smoothly, negative images such as bloodthirsty, cruel, and savage were unsuitable for Earth's ordinary citizens to see.

That was why Albedo had specifically selected Pegasus Knights, a troop type that combined beauty and strength, for the honor guard.

Otherwise, by Nazarick's standards, demons, zombies, and skeletons would have made a far more imposing honor guard.

"Tell me! Who allowed