I am a hero of the former civilization.

His azure eyes moved down and he saw the large pit in the factory area, and the corpse of his kind in the center of the pit. She closed her eyes, and in human terms, she seemed somewhat relieved.

Raising an eyebrow, the Herrscher of Ice looked at the suddenly cloudless sky and silently turned away.

The Lawbringer will not grieve, nor will he be discouraged by failure.

Then struggle as much as you want; the more violently you struggle, the more desperate the destruction that will descend!

Ryan glided for over a hundred kilometers before stopping, having recovered some of his energy. Even if the Herrscher of Ice stubbornly chased after him, he would still have a fighting chance.

But he didn't come.

Ryan couldn't see the enemy at all, and he understood that the Herrschers of today were not fools; they knew that they needed to preserve themselves in order to carry out their mission.

Phew... We won.

He let out a long sigh, so tired he was about to close his eyes. He felt that his energy and physical strength had reached their limit, and he had no intention of killing the Herrscher of Ice to achieve a complete victory.

"We'll figure out a way to get rid of him later. At least his authority isn't as troublesome as the Herrscher of Wind's."

The two have fundamentally different mobility, which is why the Herrscher of Wind was listed as a kill target. Ryan was even more glad that he made the right choice after just trying this authority.

This thing can fly long distances along the atmosphere, and it's impossible to catch her except by fishing. It's a guerrilla warfare artifact. The Herrscher of Ice is different. Even without fighting, Ryan knows that she definitely can't move long distances.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be surrounded and killed. With the increasing number of detection satellites, it's not so easy to escape quietly.

"Now it depends on the situation in Britain. Hopefully, it's not too late."

Ryan slowly raised his head, and with a 'buzzing' roar, a giant aircraft appeared in the sky, which was the airborne mothership 'Raven', and dozens of fighter jets circled around it like migratory birds.

The Moth of Fire had clearly spotted Ryan and was slowly descending. Before the fighter jets could even get close, the residual electricity was already churning around Ryan.

In an instant, Ryan landed on the Raven's deck, even faster than the close-in weapon system's lock-on speed.

The magnet held his body firmly in place. He knelt on one knee, raised his head slightly, and met the surprised gaze of the pink-haired girl.

Sakura leaned on her sword on the deck, her hair whipping back and forth in the wind, looking like she was about to go to a decisive battle. But before she even reached the battlefield, she ran into Ryan, which was quite a shock.

Ryan slowly stood up, waving his hand with a faint smile: "I'm back, Sakura."

Just like a chance encounter after dinner, the indifferent voice gradually calmed the girl's wide eyes, restoring her gentle tenderness.

She neither cheered nor asked any questions; she simply held her long sword and bowed slowly.

"Welcome back, Ryan."

Sakura hid the curiosity in her eyes and quietly watched the man approach. He revealed muscles covered in scars, and his not-so-tall body was full of pressure, making the girl's heart flutter. She stared at him without blinking her purple eyes.

A true executioner doesn't need passionate speeches, and a true war god doesn't need corpses to demonstrate honor. The man simply walked in silently, and Sakura felt a strong sense of security.

The entire Britannia was a chessboard, and every move was executed flawlessly. He single-handedly challenged the stronger Herrscher of Wind, and the outcome was decided in less than an hour.

If you say you'll win, then you'll do what you say.

So, how exactly did he win?

Sakura was full of questions, but one thing was very clear:

If there is anyone who can keep Bell alive in this apocalyptic world, it is none other than him.

"Sakura, is there a problem?" Ryan asked casually as he passed by.

"No." Sakura lowered her eyes, appearing unusually calm.

"Then follow me."

"Yes."

As the yellow light turned, the elevator transported the two inside the Raven. There were already quite a few people standing in the spacious hangar, all looking at the battered Ryan and Sakura, who followed like a maid, with the same expression.

They looked at each other, unsure of what to say—whether to be afraid of this humanoid monster or to cheer for humanity's latest victory.

This eerie silence was broken only by the arrival of Kalis, who rushed over.

"Dr. Ryan, where is the Herrscher?!"

All eyes were on him. Ryan glanced at the expectant or bewildered faces, then opened his palm, revealing a blue gem.

There were no passionate battle cries, only a calm reply.

"In my palm."

Chapter 147 The Leader of the Lesbian Community, Alicia!

The battle in Britain was a victory. Just as Ryan predicted, after the fall of the Herrscher of Wind, the Honkai Beasts returned to their headless state.

Instead of gathering together and advancing towards human cities, they scattered throughout the countryside, where they began to be picked off one by one by the Fire Moths, who mobilized a large force. Moreover, without the obstruction of Herrschers and Judgment-class Honkai Beasts, strategic bombers could easily defecate over their heads.

However, this battle was not a complete victory. Not to mention the escape of the Herrscher of Ice and her companion beast, the casualties and losses caused were incalculable.

Millions perished, dozens of towns were destroyed, and the survivors, no matter how much the Moths of Fire pleaded, fled frantically to the European continent, no longer daring to stay on the British Isles.

Honkai Beasts are worthless, but human casualties are real, and it will take a long time for the garrison to rebuild.

But a victory is a victory. In today's world, even the most optimistic person wouldn't dare to hope for a complete victory. At least the Herrscher of Wind has indeed fallen, giving the entire Firemoth a shot in the arm.

The cheers still lingered in Ryan's ears. He had long since left Raven, and even though his physical recovery ability far surpassed that of a normal person, he was still kindly transferred to a sanatorium.

If you want to investigate arbitrarily, you can find out something even Mebius didn't understand. I'll admit defeat. Besides—

I don't care what you think anymore.

A gentle breeze lifted the pure white gauze curtains. Ryan gazed out the window. Since the fall of the Wind Herrscher, Britain had returned to its blue skies and white clouds. As the most upscale sanatorium, he could see the bustling Thames River.

Many ships were leaving port, packed with people, heading towards the other side of the strait. The raging tide a few days earlier had terrified the survivors, and anyone with connections began to flee.

But where in the world is there any safe place? Who knows, the next Herrscher might appear in that romantic city, or some artistic city.

He thought about it for a moment, then put it out of his mind, looking at his raised palm, and refocused his attention on his own affairs.

With 1700 HW of Honkai energy, it is finally approaching the limit of a Herrscher, and it also possesses the powers of wind and lightning!

With his hands clenched into fists, Ryan had nothing to regret. If he hadn't won, this metropolis of millions would have long been reduced to ruins, and those people wouldn't have even had a chance to escape.

This power also made him further disregard authority; whether it was the truth or not became irrelevant, and besides, the moth that chases the flame was not stupid.

The events in Canghai City involved ganging up on Alicia, while the Fourth Herrscher was a lone battle fought by him. The process was not important, but the result would certainly keep the Fire Chaser councilors up all night.

They must take this seriously, and have no choice but to take it seriously; this is what is meant by subduing the enemy without fighting.

"What a pity, I couldn't dream this time and uncover more of the truth. Is the Herrscher no longer a novelty?"

"What are you saying, Ryan?"

The clear female voice made Ryan turn his head, and he saw Alicia sitting next to him on a small stool, tilting her head and looking confused.

Her mouth was quite full, and she kept taking apples from Sakura's hand next to her, while Sakura had already peeled apples all over the ground.

"Alice, at least you brought a fruit basket last time, but this time you just came to freeload." Ryan covered his face. Alice only arrived after the battle. Those cowardly bastards didn't let her through until the fighting started, and by the time she arrived, she could only collect her corpse.

"@＃￥@%".

"Let's eat first and then talk!"

Alicia immediately sped up her chewing, lifted her chin, and swallowed, lecturing, "You didn't eat any of the Sakura slices; wasting food is not allowed, okay?"

"I'm not greedy, and I don't have much of an appetite anyway."

"So I came to visit you in the hospital, and also to help you eat~~~"

"Then you don't need to come to visit me three times a day, do you?" Ryan rolled his eyes, looking at the two girls in front of the bed.

With the same long pink hair but different expressions, they look like sisters.

And these two pink-haired girls, once you take a closer look, aren't actually black-hearted. One is gentle and kind, while the other, well, at least seems to be socially awkward.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I don't want to finish the food. I still have to visit someone in the hospital, so I'm too lazy to buy more."

"Those who wield the Sword of Punishment?" Sakura interjected.

“Yes, their blood is also in the fate of the Herrscher of Wind.” Ryan waved his hand and went out. With these two girls around, he didn’t really want to settle things in the room.

thump.

As soon as the door closed, Alicia used her long, slender fingers to pick up a piece of apple and, while Sakura was still in a daze, popped it into her mouth, asking with a grin:

"Is it delicious? You've been so busy and haven't even had time to eat. Although it's cute when a girl in love is devoted to her partner, she should also learn to take care of herself."

The apple was sweet, and Ying chewed it slowly, but as she ate, she felt something was wrong and her eyes widened slightly.

"Miss Alicia, what did you say?"

“A girl in love,” Alicia said, her fingers interlaced, a happy smile on her face. “Sitting by her sick lover’s bedside, so gentle and tender, it’s just like in the books.”

Sakura's expression changed, but as an assassin, she managed to keep her composure and replied calmly, "I didn't. I was just fulfilling my duty as a guard."

"But you're not his bodyguard, and what kind of bodyguard would do these things?"

Sakura glanced at the apple peels on the ground; each one was as thin as paper, a testament to the skill of the knife. After a moment's hesitation, she offered an explanation:

"I just feel that if you really have to rely on someone in this world, it has to be him, but that doesn't necessarily mean the love you're talking about."

Alicia suddenly covered her mouth, feigning surprise, which startled Sakura, who thought she had been tricked. Just as she was getting annoyed, Sakura was suddenly hugged tightly.

"Sakura, you are such a straightforward and decisive girl, and you have the courage to speak your mind without any reservations, unlike some idiot who only knows how to be stubborn!"

Huh? Is this a compliment?

Sakura was a little dazed. Because the hug was too tight, her chest was pressed against her chest, making her feel a little stuffy. She twisted her body slightly.

"Uh, I've always been straightforward, so please forgive me if I've offended you."

"Not at all! Brave girls are very cute. If you have any doubts, you can always consult me, the expert." Alicia was in high spirits. She sniffed Sakura's long hair and smelled its faint fragrance, making her even more reluctant to let go.

An expert? Oh, so that's what you're talking about.

Sakura was still confused, and subconsciously remembered the name Alicia. Countless people had confessed their love to her, and she had politely rejected them all. What was most terrifying was that, regardless of gender, none of them had turned their love into hatred afterward.

But why is she so enthusiastic? And why do I feel like I've fallen into a trap?

"I don't want to bother you with something so trivial."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! Fighting is important, but keeping a happy heart is even more important, okay? And it's not troublesome at all, because, well, I really like you, Sakura!"

Miss Alicia, you're quite the enthusiastic person. Well, I've been feeling a bit unsettled lately, going against my sword intent. It's good to have someone to talk to.

For a long time, she only told Ling many things, but Ling definitely wouldn't understand this. Her eyes softened, and she just opened her mouth.