Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

run?

Who gave you permission to run away?

Who gave you permission to struggle?!

"Kneel down obediently and commit suicide to atone for your sins; that's the mercy of the gods. You ignorant insects."

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a cornered beast that will fight back desperately.

The person on drugs was moving at speeds exceeding human limits; ordinary eyes couldn't even catch a glimpse of them. They didn't even need to inflict any damage; it was all just to distract and draw attention to their target.

Just to get the information out.

It sounds quite tragic and inspiring, but what does that have to do with my sodium chloride?

This attack has almost surpassed the limits of mortals. Even a god would be hindered for at least a second.

Or rather, how could there possibly be a true god in this world?

However, these people's understanding was ultimately too limited.

Ignorance is bliss, which is both courage and folly.

In the face of powerful ships and cannons, the bravery of warriors is meaningless. Similarly, in the face of a godlike being, all tactics and coordination become meaningless and extremely fragile.

"Let me show you just how much you've offended."

With a crisp snap of the fingers, countless weapons rained down upon them in a torrential downpour!

It was a golden rainstorm, with countless weapons flashing through the golden light, crashing down on the entire village. Each collision was an explosion as powerful as a tank's main cannon!

They used those incredibly valuable weapons as disposable projectiles to bombard the area in all directions!

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Dozens of trucks and the absolute violence of the secular world, represented by the picket squad members, were transformed in an instant from metal vehicles and monsters in the eyes of the common people into burning scrap metal and human parts, releasing their last light and heat in the winter.

"Ugh... Uh."

The emperor's guards, towering in stature, were as powerless as chicks in front of the girl. Their weapons couldn't even penetrate the energy protection surrounding her. The girl's inhuman quality shrouded the girl who descended from the sky in a mysterious yet deadly veil.

A pointless resistance ensued. Anyone who raised a weapon was torn to shreds by the flying explosions, a precise kill comparable to that of a large-caliber main cannon, followed by a scorching storm that crushed everyone, regardless of status, wealth, or strength. The last remaining guards were completely unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the guards who had just fought desperately and the members of the disciplinary squad who were stunned and frozen in place were all killed by an incomprehensible attack.

Those golden eyes were completely unmoved, showing only indifference to life itself, as casual as... stepping on a roadside insect.

"Monster... monster... ughhhhh!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the once arrogant members of the Emperor's inner guard could no longer make a normal sound. Without warning, flames suddenly surrounded the man. Throwing him into a boiler and devouring him from the outside in was no different. Boiling blood, dissolving muscle tissue, and animalistic screams echoed in the snow-covered valley.

Watching indifferently as the last survivor in her hand slowly burned into a pile of unrecyclable trash, the girl lost interest and tossed it aside.

Insects should behave like insects; crawling on the ground is what they are meant to do.

Bringing only slaughter, destruction, and annihilation, crushing everything into dust like a natural disaster, and then dancing on mountains of corpses and seas of blood—that's what a villain should do.

Using the power of the gods to strike down heretics among mortals—this is the power of the [Herrscher].

In ancient times, priests would use fragments of the authority of their gods to exercise the power of "apostles" on the earth.

In this era, those who walk on the earth and wield the power of the gods are the apostles of the gods, the Lawbringers.

The anchor point that connects the real universe with suppression, even if it only possesses a fragment of divine authority, is, in the eyes of mortals, a god!

In order to balance the various worlds, these apostles of God were created to incite hatred among the chosen ones of the planes.

He glanced at the silver-haired Castor lying beside him; the girl named Yelena was still unconscious.

Very good. There were no witnesses, all the survivors were dealt with, and Yelena, as the suspect and the protagonist, did not witness any of this. Therefore, there is plenty of room for manipulation.

The mission was complete, so there was no need to stay here. The Herrscher, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.

No need to aim, and no need to turn around to confirm with your eyes. Having lived to this point, the eyes are no longer the only standard for identifying enemies.

Imaginary numbers tear apart the boundary between reality and illusion. In the instant purple ripples reverberate, several strangely styled weapons shoot out!

"You sneaky bastard, aren't you going to come out? Or do you think I can't crush your weak spot?"

Section 15, Chapter Fifteen: [Pet Competition Tournament]

"Tear."

Flesh and blood were torn apart, and the sounds of blood and entrails sticking together and being pulled apart echoed through the forest.

The four men in black who called themselves the inner guards, along with countless other mortals, have all disappeared without a trace.

We can no longer stay here, not just because too many people have died here, but mainly because...

The houses were all smashed to pieces, making it impossible to continue living there.

However, it seemed that there was more than one faction here, as a flying arrow tore apart a spectator in the woods.

It was an infected-looking person, tattered and shod, with a blank expression and no sense of danger whatsoever. Even when he was shot, he didn't show any fear. The moment he was killed, some kind of connection was severed, which was clearly a trick similar to that of a [familiar].

Do you treat people like familiars?

The method of control is still unclear, but what is certain is that this world not only has technology, but also magic.

Of course, this information was only confirmed after the enemy was shot down. Before that, sodium chloride only sensed something sneaking around spying on everything.

Sodium chloride, a villain with countless blood on its hands, never cares about innocent people. How could it possibly survive seeing its own existence? Even with strange creatures like the undead, it would first smash their brains out and smear them on the wall before even discussing conversation.

However, things seemed far from over, as a pretentious voice rang out nearby.

"A perfect performance. I am extremely fortunate to have seen such a performance."

The man clapped as he appeared, seemingly quite confident, so confident that he rashly showed up near the sodium chloride.

The girl didn't turn around, but the person who made the sound showed no intention of backing down, and even continued to awkwardly introduce themselves to warm up the atmosphere.

"Excuse me, may I ask... what is your honorable surname, Miss?"

The man lowered his head slightly, like a young nobleman inviting someone to dance at a ball. No, this guy probably really is a nobleman.

He was very confident, and this person might even be very strong. At least he had a slippery, cold, and deep-seated aura. Unlike those fools before, he didn't expose his aura and killing intent, but he didn't completely conceal it either. He was like a merchant with a knife. The long knife in his hand was a tool for dealing with the poor, while the money on his body was a tool for dealing with his peers.

What awaited him was a sharp sword flying out at lightning speed!

Expensive weapons, mixed with silver-white javelins, struck the location from which the sound originated. The energy released from the shattered weapons due to kinetic energy was released, and the resulting storm blew the snow from the ground into the air, where it slowly melted, leaving only a sky full of snow water.

Sensing that its life-giving energy was gone, sodium chloride turned around to investigate what was making the noise.

My favorite thing to do, sodium chloride, is to say no to self-righteous people!

I am the villain, so villains never talk about martial ethics.

The opponent was indeed hit squarely, but even a centipede doesn't die easily; this guy was still alive.

To be precise, after his waist was shattered, the arrows pierced through half of his body tissue, leaving only half of his body barely connected, making the upper and lower body of this nobleman resemble the letter "n".

It's both bizarre and comical.

—Yes, you didn't make a mistake.

Sodium chloride thought of this.

"You really are a straightforward young lady, but it's alright. I came with sincerity, and you will feel it."

However, the person didn't care at all. The black liquid slowly gushed out from the gap, sticking the person back together like an adhesive. Finally, the person transformed into flesh, and the remaining dead skin was rewoven to fill the gaps in the clothing.

The girl turned around and then saw the person she had cut in half and then restored to his original shape.

Another silver-haired character; it seems like everyone in this book has silver hair.

Unlike Yelena's snow-white, or the paleness of sodium chloride, the person in front of her was dressed in a grayish-white, chaotic, and old-fashioned way, yet capable of staining any pure white and turning it into grayish-white.

Unlike the prototype of the Ursus bear, this one's pointed ears and the strange object on its back are quite in line with its image.

A snake.

With his hands crossed, he instantly evokes the image of a refined, suave scoundrel.

“My name is Kosich, an insignificant Fidia nobleman. I think that outsiders will face many inconveniences in Ursus, and I can provide a ‘shortcut’.”

"trade?"

The girl had plenty of time, so she didn't immediately send the guy away, but instead gestured for him to continue.

"No, no, no, it's not a transaction, I prefer to call it... cooperation."

"Is this a collaboration conducted through fault-finding, or is this your way of treating guests?"

The man smelled the same as the dead minions, clearly indicating that they had met not long ago. The minions had followed the scent, while the man had been hiding nearby watching everything. The minions were probably used as cannon fodder by him.

Using cannon fodder to test whether the other party will cooperate—that's quite a clever stratagem.

"Of course not. These foolish and ignorant mortals are incapable of seeing the strength of others, just as ants cannot comprehend the grandeur of mountains. I merely accelerated this process. After all, words can never truly convey their understanding; language is always pale and powerless. They will only engage in meaningless clamor, and resorting to violence would be a waste of time. It's better to make them understand their insignificance sooner, to let them know what they truly are. Only in this way can we avoid meaningless disputes, isn't that right?"

Kosich's gaze fell on Yelena, who lay unconscious on the snow not far away.

The next moment, countless sharp swords flew from an unknown direction and instantly filled the space where the guy in front of him was!

"boom!!!"

Several shockwaves snapped the surrounding trees at their roots and blew away the snow, revealing the permafrost layer several meters below.

This attack is enough to deplete a mortal's health bar, and incidentally leave them owing hundreds of health points.

However, it was obvious that the guy in front of them was not dead. Not only was he cut in half, but even if he was blasted to dust, this thing could be reshaped from a pool of black blood.

Of course, this is not about annihilation, but simply a boring experiment by the gods.

Imagine a child casually snapping off the wings of a flying insect; try doing that and see what happens.

Seeing that the other party was unharmed, sodium chloride stepped forward and blocked Koschche's view. This was a form of resistance and also a threat.

Kosic, being quite tactful, looked away after reshaping himself and continued speaking with a smile.

“Miss is indeed very straightforward. However, I am no ordinary person either, so let’s not waste our energy. It’s not good for either of us to fight to the death. But… that infected person is a tool that Miss really needs to develop, isn’t it?”

It takes time and money to cultivate someone into someone useful. Kosiché longed for a successor, so he knew very well how difficult it was to find a suitable person, and how much more difficult it would be to cultivate one.

Kosiché showed no aversion to the newcomer and continued the conversation.

"You clearly sensed what had happened to the other party and rushed back, but instead of immediately offering assistance, you observed from the sidelines for a long time, confirming certain things before choosing to enter and rescue them. I greatly admire such behavior. After all, I am not like those who are ignorant of their own limitations. I understand your strength and know your value. However, even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. The creatures living on this old, ignorant, foolish, and pitiful land have always been so short-sighted and blinded by their own limited perspective. They cannot comprehend the vastness of the sky and the insignificance of man. Therefore, they always come to cause a lot of trouble. And you lack sufficient intelligence, otherwise you would not have been unaware that the Emperor's Guard and these ordinary beasts would come looking for trouble."

"Who are you threatening?"

"This is not a threat, but a real need. You need a local bigwig to pave the way for you, don't you?"

Koschke smiled subtly. He fully understood the motives of the person in front of him. People only pity pets, and that silver-haired Castor was clearly her pet.

However, training pets takes time and effort, and outsiders are not welcome here at all.

"I am planning something great, and I also need to train a qualified pet to do it. Since we have the same interests, why don't we cooperate?"

And you can rest assured, after all, we are the same kind of people, aren't we?

This is not a speculative statement, but rather the result of his observations.

If it were genuine protection, there would be no reason to stand by and watch until the moment of intervention. That doesn't look like a concerned gaze; it's merely treating the other party as a useful tool to be cultivated.

It was the same look a scholar would give when observing captive white rats.

The immense power, the concealed identity, the incomprehensible way of being, and... this shared belief led Koschche to believe.

They are the same kind of people.

God loves this land and its people.

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Where is this...?

It was another unfamiliar ceiling, but the sounds around me were enough to put my mind at ease.

That's sodium chloride.

"You're finally awake. How did you sleep?"

As always, the silver-haired girl's face remained expressionless.

However, as Yelena slowly awakens, a narrow, malicious smile hides deep within her heart, unseen by anyone.

An infected organization, an interesting plan, what is this, a pet competition?