Like a savior, Winkle's friend rides through the portal on a black horse.
Wearing armor and wielding a scythe, he looked exactly the same as when he left. However, his posture changed. He seemed more confident, straightening his back and shoulders. Winkle knew that his friend had reached the pinnacle of Chief of Staff, second only to his dragon master. Two scrawny servants followed him, carrying several bags and a black cup.
When the Prime Minister returned in triumph, the crowds surprised him by erupting in cheers. "Wow, they look happy to see me," friend Victor muttered to his mount.
"Don't count me in," the horse complained. "Somehow you're getting heavier."
Seeing Knight Kia standing at the other end of the arena, Manlin Victor shrank his head, then looked up at Julie, and finally at his master. "Will I come back just in time for the tourney, Your Majesty?"
"You said it very well, slave!" Winkel cleared his throat. "Mu
mu
i
Citizens! To celebrate the return of my Chief of Staff, Chancellor Victor is going to take matters into his own hands! Instead of torturing Jules, he will be beating up Cavalier Kia!”
"Oh, thank you Camilla," Joris said happily, knowing that his master's reputation was saved.
"Fighting the KIA? What?" Manlin Victor looked at his future opponent. "What is Happy Paradise?"
"Come on, it'll be fun!" said Knight Kia, eager to be defeated by the dragon; even half of it.
Winkle's minister didn't sound keen on the idea, perhaps out of fear of embarrassing his master. "Do you really want us to fight?"
"I've been daydreaming about it for a while, actually," K
ight Kia admitted, then quickly added. “In a friendly way!”
"Kia will crush you like no one else!" Julie boasted on behalf of her subordinates. "She is the strongest servant in the world!"
"Your Kia may be a legendary chief of staff, but mine is better trained!" Winkel defended his chief of staff, who has been his right-hand man since the beginning of his adventure. "And he has an overwhelming (dragon) advantage!"
Victor sighed and climbed off his horse. The animal immediately breathed a sigh of relief, uttered a cry, and teleported away, the scrawny servant following behind them. "Can someone tell me the rules?"
When Winkel reminded everyone, the Prime Minister listened silently, then muttered: "Six warriors, you as our trainers give us orders...wait, is this a dog fight? We are Dog?”
"Kia Kia," Ma
li
g Kia replied with heavy sarcasm, clearly nervous at the idea of fighting a half-dragon.
"Oh, you, shut up," Victor Friend replied, waving his scythe. "I can't summon minions, but are animated props allowed?"
Winkle considered the problem, which had never arisen in previous minion battles. "Yes," Long said. "To be fair, any time they stop working in the unlikely event you're defeated."
"Good, although it's hard that I can't summon," Victor complained. Harry said, "It's taken a third off my spell list."
"Then I'll let you swing on the first swing," Kia said, jumping up and stretching her legs. "left a deep impression on me."
"Well, let's talk about your lack of sleep," Victor replied, raising his scythe. "Nightmare Lord!"
The entire world changes around Manlin Victor, and unnatural energy spreads throughout the arena. A toxic purple smoke filled the air and covered the ground, and ghostly figures made of mist shrieked and swirled around Knight Kia. A boney maw with fangs protruded from below, and yellow eyes sprouted from the walls, flanked by thick crimson moss.
As the Colosseum came to life, Kia made concessions and the walls became more decorative, such as a mosaic of humanoid skulls. The strange effect ceased before it spread to the stands, though the ghost's eyes glanced hungrily at the citizens in the stands.
Your arena becomes a nightmare realm!
Of course, the Minions cheered at the sight. "Best special effects!" "Down with her, Lord Victor!" "Show her!"
"What..." Knight Jia was furious, and the mist passed through her chest, making her skin whiter.
[Kachin Independence Army Bekele] is being [drained of her HP/SP!
"Kia, use the beam!" Julie snapped at her subordinates. "Sunlight!"
Her chief of staff raised her sword, summoning her last reserves of SP to use her most powerful ability. “Solar Judgment!”
"Minions, stay away!" Fankel ordered, but his servants did not obey.
"Spiritual shield." A purple spherical ghost energy barrier surrounded Manlin Victor, deflecting the light beam. "[Victo
's summo
Skulls]. "
Dozens of floating golden skeletons appeared around the shield before lunging at Knight Kia - Winkle approving of his minions' taste. The Paladin assumed the defensive stance she had taken against Bas and Rollo, bracing herself for a physical attack.
Instead, the skull opened its mouth and fired a ghostly light at her.
The knight deflected the beam with his sword, but the skulls soon surrounded her, attacking from all sides. Meanwhile, the ghosts of the arena have been draining the legendary minions dry.
"[True Breath of Life], [Sacred Protection], [Guardian of the Undead], [Blessing of Evil], [Fallen Asylum], [Elemental Curtain], [Whirlpool Blade]..." Manlin Victor replied, casting a spell from his shield to strengthen himself. "[Aura of Fear], [Breath of Plague]..."
The attributes of all servants have been upgraded by one level!
Your minions are now resistant to [Fire], [Earth], [Wind] and [Water]!
Your minion's [Killer Scythe+] has been greatly strengthened
When a long list of messages appeared in front of Winkle's eyes, one of the skulls hit Kia's shoulder, making the knight even more angry. "[Solar Burst]," she announced, her body emitting a burst of sacred fire that vaporized skulls and even fought off some ghosts. "All him - - - - - -"
"The Curse of Black!" Manling Victor projected, a dark aura surrounding Kia and denying her healing. Vai
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Guess the Minion strategy: Use the field to weaken the legendary Minion, prevent her from healing, and then catch her when she's tired enough!
"I hate sabotage tactics," Kia said, conjuring a circular light barrier around herself. "[Mithra's Grace], [Acceleration]..."
She imitated his chief of staff! What a hack! “Minions, don’t let her fool you!” Vai
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Order. "attack!"
"This will consume my HP, but I'm here..." Manlin Victor replied, "[Contract with the Great Demon King]!"
Evil energy gathered around the vizier, and his body was transformed completely as his spiritual shield collapsed.
What's the matter? [Victor Dalton is evolving!
The Doer grew to a twelve-foot-tall muscular behemoth with cloven hooves; a poisonous stinger sprouted from the end of his dragon's tail, and his face transformed into that of a bony ram. His armor and scythe increasingly fit his new size, transforming him into a terrifying figure.
Congratulations! Your (Victor Dalton evolved into [Demo
li
gVictor]!
While the few angels in the audience flinched and booed at the sight, the demons in the audience were almost mesmerized.
Meanwhile, Winkle was furious. "Slave!"
"What, Your Majesty?" answered the demon Victor, his voice turning into a guttural growl.
"You should be closer to the majesty of a dragon than to an animal!"
"Oh, do you know that spell?" Knight Kya replied, more curious than surprised. Harry said, "I haven't seen a wizard cast a spell in years. If you died later, wouldn't you go to hell?"
"Not if you have soul stock options," Demon Victor said, a dark aura surrounding Knight Kia. "Death (hex)."
[Demo
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g Victor's successful armed attack [KIA Bekele will turn into a critical hit.
The demon Victor roared like a dragon and charged towards his opponent as Winkle cheered.
So he did. Even stained with the blood of livestock, his chief of staff is moving faster than ever, almost as fast as the Moore Worm in his heyday. He stepped over the light barrier as if it didn't exist, raised his scythe and prepared to kill.
Knight Chia, exhausted by the mist ghosts in the arena, shrouded her sword in light and deflected the blow. Despite the difference in size, the warrior matched the vizier in strength; and as much as Winkle hated to admit it, she was one of the few who could hurt him, and it showed.
The demon Victor deflects the attack, and the two warriors begin a deadly sword dance. Knight Chia moved quickly, dodging the scythe again and again; the Prime Minister blocked a few blows, but the Paladin proved too much, piercing his armor six times with her blade. However, much to her dismay, she did not manage to bleed.
[Demo
slaye
[Offset the effect of evolutionists]!
Although Demon Victor slowly pushed his foe against the arena walls with a barrage of attacks, he failed to get past the knight's guard. She was jumping around like slime next to the demon chief of staff, slightly faster than he was.
"The edge of coldness." The warrior's sword released cold light, and then pierced the demon Victor's skin again. This time, the sword struck deep, causing the Chief of Staff to roar in pain. "I knew it!" Your benefits do not include basic weaknesses, only weaknesses determined by type!"
"(Jealousy)," Victor replied, the icy edge of the sword disappearing and reappearing around the Prime Minister's scythe. Before Knight Kia could recover from her shock, Demon Victor hit her in the chest with a cheap shot, the force of the blow pushing her against the wall. Julie screamed in terror, worried for her minions, while Victor's wounds healed on their own.
Blow! [I
sta-Death) negation!
Knight Kia stood up almost immediately, avoiding the new swing by lowering her body. Victor's scythe pierced the wall like butter, much to Winkle's horror.
The knight reapplied the chilling effect to her sword and attempted to backstab her foe, but the demon Victor was faster. He summoned a wall of bone beneath his feet, blocking the sword before it could penetrate his skin. Then, taking advantage of the high ground, he jumped on top of the knight and tried to crush her with his heavier body. The knight barely dodges the dragon's attack, which forces her on the defensive with a series of vicious attacks.
"Minions!" shouted Fankel, for his minions never got past the knight's guard. "Use your v-movement!"
"What?" replied his attendant, who had just locked the Paladin's sword when it struck him in the eye. The Paladin Kia began to counterattack, reversing their position.
“V-MOVE! Vai
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-Move!”
"Oh, right!" Demon Victor took a breath, locked Knight Kia's sword with his own sword, and then released a powerful stream of flames from his mouth to the Paladin.
"I'm immune to fir-" Knight Kia let out a cry of pain and surprise, as it turned out nothing could resist dragon fire. Her flesh and armor began to melt from the dark fire. Why are Demon Victor's flames black? Vai
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very curious. Is his chief of staff on drugs?
"KIA!" Julie yelled in horror as her legendary minion was pushed over the edge. "I believe you!" Use your V-move too!"
Knight Kia, now cornered, uses the last of her strength to mount a final counterattack. "[Holy Days of Mithras]."
She opened her free hand, inserted a miniature sun, and pushed it into Demon Victor's face. Determined to win, the Chief of Staff kept overwhelming her with dragon breath.
What happened next was...completely unexpected.
Both attacks resonated, the energy of the divine sun mixing with the evil dragon breath of the demon Victor. Both were spinning and contracting before violently exploding.
The ensuing massive explosion rocked the entire Colosseum, and even Winkle struggled to remain on his promontory as the explosion of fire and divine energy broke the walls, ending the field effect. A huge cloud of dust enveloped the battlefield, leaving the fate of the battle unclear. The crowd stood on the edge of their seats and fell silent.
Once the dust settled, the results were clear.
The two warriors lay unconscious on the ground, and Demon Victor transformed back into Manling Victor - which relieved Winkel, who couldn't stand a half-goat chief of staff. Knight Kia is still breathing but unable to stand up.
"Double knockout!" Charlene made up her mind. "draw!"
"KIA!" Julie immediately flew to her minion.
Fankel breathed a sigh of relief. Although he would have preferred his warriors to win, the honor of the Empire was defended. “Citizens, it’s time to congratulate today’s two winners,” Long said. "My niece and I, thank you for raising the strongest Minions in the world!"
The crowd burst into cheers, much to the emperor's delight.
"Now, servants, go heal my chief of staff!" Long ordered. “The rest of you, have children and sin no more!”
Mu
mu
i
. Here, you can leave for 7 years/7 days and come back 5 minutes later to fight a paladin. If it weren't for good luck, he would be proud of being tied with Kia.
Last time he used [Evil] to attack [Holy].
"At least the townspeople seemed very, very happy to see him again," the vizier mused beneath the thick blankets of his king-size bed. Not only did they heap heaps of healing spells on him, even though he still had a long way to go, his fans spent minutes caressing his skin as if he were Jesus reborn.
What happened to make them miss him so much?
They even rebuilt his mansion from top to bottom. Winkle's servants painstakingly made every room, from the hall to the chimney room, an exact replica of the original. Even his bed felt the same way.
However, Charlene did not use undead servants, but living female monsters instead of scepters. Most of them were strong, healthy, green orcs. Each of them came with the odd letter and all ogled him with less than pure intentions; although the Prime Minister suspected they simply found him appetizing, possibly a feast.
Speaking of Charlene... "Vic, thank the twelve gods, you are back." The vampire said for the tenth time. "We miss you so much!"
This alarmed many people. The vampire was never very affectionate towards him, even on good days, but she stayed at his bedside the entire night. He also noticed the "glow" around her body that marked her [Mook Promotion] benefits. "Thank you?" he replied, not sure how to deal with her strange behavior.
"You never have to worry about taking a break," she said. "Now, Savou
euse will prepare your favorite dishes for you, the best trainers in Ishfania will take care of you after get off work and you will be protected from any poisons, diseases, toxins, assassinations and anything that may threaten you s damage. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again. "
"Uh, are you okay?"
"But you must stay," she insisted, as if her life depended on it. "You don't need to leave anymore."
While it started to feel comforting, her actions now set off plenty of alarm bells. "Charlene, what's wrong?" Is there an assassin hiding in the corner and eavesdropping?"
"No, of course not. If you need anything, everyone has it. Because we love you, here at Mu
mu
i
. You are finally home, forever. "
What happened to Happyland while he was gone? Sounds like she wants to lock him in the basement forever. "Why did you replace the immortal servants with orcs?" The minister asked after smelling the trap.
"Vai
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A quick breeding event was organized at your estate," Cha
le
e said. "They're here for you. They're all for you. As long as you stay."
If this was a speed-dating event, why was he the only one on the estate, as far as he knew? Did Fankle expect him to—
oh.
Oh no, stop being such a mess.
"Charlene, I just tanned my face," Victor complained, "My whole body hurts, even the dragon's tail hurts." I'm not in the mood to breed with you. "
"Then what should I tell them?" the vampire asked in surprise.
"Tell them to come back when I get better. If they can't wait, they can have a party in the basement," the Prime Minister said expressionlessly, tired and annoyed. "Ravi could be in a worse situation there."
"But you won't leave, right?" Charlene suddenly asked again. The minister looked at her, then at his wound, then at her again. The vampire understood the silent message and moved away from him, closing the door behind her.
Victor could still hear her discussing with the orcs outside. "So? Who goes first?"
"He doesn't want to have children."
"Damn, he's very, very sick..."
Do they think he's a pervert? Yes, he likes female companions, but he doesn't think about them all the time. Victor is not a rabbit.
Regardless, the minister allowed himself to close his eyes and rest, but his respite did not last long.
"Mr. Victor, it's great to see you back!" Victor opened his eyes and saw a very familiar angel standing beside his bed, holding a pile of documents in his hand. "So we can talk about your karma!"
How does she always get into his room without setting off an alarm? Probably Angel Foley. However, now Miel's appearance makes people feel much more comfortable than Charlene's.
"Nice to see you too," Victor said, especially as he noticed the glow surrounding her. She's ready for a promotion. "What do you want to talk about?" My karma file should be stainless. "
"That's what I don't understand," she replied, too sharply for her own good. "After you used the spell to turn into an Archdemon to fight the Paladin, your karma is still Chaotic Good."
"I must learn this spell to defeat one of the greatest villains of our time." This is technically correct. "A teacher mastermind so dangerous, so ruthless, that a friend and I had to pretend to compete for three years just for the chance to catch him off guard. We even had a real, dangerous fight, with spells, There are tricks, there’s everything.”
"Three years?"
"This is a time anomaly and the situation is very complicated." Victor shrugged. "No matter what, I will not let power corrupt me."
"I call it 'Heroic Sacrifice,' but don't abuse that spell," Mir said, clutching his papers worriedly. "Okay?"
"This is a last resort," Victor said. "I will try my best not to let you get hurt in front of your superiors, especially now that they have finally agreed to promote you. Congratulations by the way!"
To his great confusion, her face fell apart. "No. An Old Testament writer wrote a scathing review, and the Archangels vetoed my promotion for the next ten years."
"What? But you did a great job! I can promote you well, so you definitely qualify!"
"Can you promote me?" She raised her head before she could recover. "No, I can't...I can't let a mortal promote me, it's against the rules."
"Look at me," Victor said. "I really could turn into a demon and still keep my good karma!" Because I choose what's right, not what's in order! Because I bury my hands deep in the trash so others can keep their own So clean!”
The angel listened, then frowned at him. "Mr. Victor."
"Yeah?"
"Your armor," she said, "I asked my superiors. They say it applies the [cursed] disease to pure souls who follow the path of good."
"…Yeah?"
"Then if your karma remains truly pure...why aren't you [cursed]? You don't seem to be immune to it."
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Victor wanted to tell the truth. He indeed is.
[Devil Plan] activated!
You get a +30 check bonus to get rid of your insurance fraud!
But then the responses honed over seven years of [Eldridge Philosophy] courses came into play. "Well, that's what I mean," replied the minister, "that God's ways are out of date."
The angel's brows tightened. "sorry?"
“If God sees me as good karma and my armor thinks otherwise, then that means karma is inherently subjective,” Victor argued, “and therefore, as an objective measure of a person’s worth, it is useless of."
"But that's impossible!" protested the angel. "Our causal analysis has been perfected for centuries! Oh my God, it even confirms the system that rules Overmund!"
“So how do you explain this contradiction? Or can a person’s karma suddenly shift from good to neutral or evil with a single action? A single action can leave you permanently stuck in bliss, even if you change your mind later? Do you think this system is fair?”
Mir remained silent, considering the weight of his words.
"I'm just saying, don't listen to other people's judgment, you should do what you think is right. Because in a purely subjective world, that's the only right answer!"
Charisma check successful!
"You are right, Mr. Victor," the angel believed his lie, "I should do what I think is right instead of bowing to outdated rules! My methods are unconventional, but they bring about self- The most SP paradise since karma + insurance! I should be promoted.”
Angel seemed to be cheering herself up until she finally said: "You know what? I quit!"
"You left heaven?"
"Yes, but not to the promised land! I'm going to elevate myself to my own boss and create the best afterlife service! Mir's Little Angel Company! I'm going to show them all!"
"Then I'd love to be your first employer," Victor encouraged her. "You have talent, and I support you. The Empire's support. Do you want to be governor?"
"Governor?" The angel's eyes sparkled. "Like a district manager?"
"There are unlimited resources and very little oversight," Victor said. "I've been gaming the system, and with the empire soon expanding overseas, I believe you deserve the opportunity to run things as you see fit."
After all, how many angels would have the patience to deal with him and Mu
mu
i
?Judging from the information he collected, there was very little. Victor would rather keep the best recruits on the Empire's side, especially when war is about to break out.
"Thank you, Mr. Victor." The angel said gratefully. "You're the best client an angel could ever ask for. I'll pack my bags, and then... I'll take you up on your offer."
The angel disappeared in a flash of feathers, leaving Victor alone.
However, the Prime Minister does not know how she will react to Isabel Moore. He would keep their territories as far away from each other as possible.
There was a knock on the door. "Really?" Victor.
"Oh, it's me!" Chocolate shouted. "I support Alison!"
"Come in!" Victor replied, relieved to hear that the werewolf was safe. The Prime Minister has been worried that something has happened to her since he was unable to contact her through the coffee shop.
Chocolati
e walked into the room dressed like a little hat and holding a big basket in his hand, and Alliso
Then he waved to the Prime Minister outside the threshold. Then, the dryad politely closed the door, giving the two some private space.
They need privacy.
"I baked you a medicine cake to help you recover," Chocolat said, kissing the Prime Minister on the cheek and sitting on the bed. "I hope you like it."
That woman is sugar. Not good for health, but very sweet.
Or so Victor thought until he opened the basket. A scaly hand stood on the bloody cake like a twisted candle.
"Oh, I mixed them up!" She immediately took the cake back and put it out of his sight, as if she was ashamed. "I'm sorry, this is for Croissant..."
Victor took back what he said. Chocolate is not sugar; Pure, undiluted LSD. Despite this, he unexpectedly fell in love with her. "Jock, I have to admit something," the Prime Minister said sheepishly. "You're probably going to have a hard time."
"Uh, me too..." she replied in the same tone. "Are we going at the same time?"
They both took a breath and then said quickly: "I hugged Allison! "I hugged Satan!"
"Satan?" Chocolati
e blinked. "Who is that?"
"Actually, it's not Satan, but a big demon...and her cousin...and her apprentice..."
"And you cooked them with the beans?" asked the werewolf with morbid curiosity. "Is this how you become a demon? Can I do it too?"
"No!" Victor protested. "no, you can not!"
"Oh," she said, very disappointed but not angry with him.
"So, you and Alison?"
"She was really lonely and exhausted from all the city management work. I invited her home to comfort her, and I was lonely because you were gone and we broke up, and one thing led to another, and...and ...Aren't you angry?"
"That's why I asked for a break, isn't it?" So we can all see ourselves clearly. The thing is... I studied, one (Eldridge Philosophy) class at a time. "
The werewolf listened quietly, suddenly nervous and afraid of his own answer.
"I really like you, more than I should," Victor admitted. Just like a drug, you can't quit it after taking it once. "But I value freedom above all else, and while a committed relationship may have its own benefits, I don't want to compromise. I don't want to settle with anyone, and I don't want to cheat on you."
The werewolf listened, growing more and more sad, but then showed surprising maturity. "I can't tie you up," Chocolate admitted, then added hopefully. "But can I still tie you up? Is there a rope?"
"Sure, why not?" He was much worse off in his scholar-bureaucrat days, and he was willing to keep an open mind if it made her happy. "We can be friends with Perks."
"I can live with that," she said, leaning her head against him. Victor tells her to scratch the werewolf behind the ears. "You'll still fall in love with me. Give it time."
There was a knock on the door and Allison walked in and saw the "couple", smiling but also holding a stack of papers. "You heard everything, didn't you?" Victor asked her.
"I have, although I didn't mean to," the priestess replied. "You look more confident, like you've resolved an internal conflict. If I remember correctly, you seem to have aged a little over seven days."
"Yes," Victor replied. “I’m no longer indecisive about what I want my life to be.”
"Good, because I'll never be your chief of staff again, never again," she said, almost throwing the pile of papers on the bed. "Here's the incident report from last week. I also have to tell you that I've covered the entire mansion with a protective spell and you'd better not go down to the basement for a few days. It smells terrible."
"Then you..." Victor continued, looking at the chocolate and then at the tree spirit.
"Vic, I am the priestess of the Goddess of Pleasure," Allison replied. "If anything, free love is my religious service."
Damn hippies. Victor clutched the newspaper in one hand and still held the chocolate in the other. I guess it's too early to call a democratic conference, he thought after reading a long list of disasters. Must be the local governor.
"Seven days, Allison!" Victor complained while reading the report: "I was gone for seven days."
"Ah, I forgot to write a damage note." The tree spirit handed him another piece of paper. There were too many zeros on it. "Charlene said you'd find enough budget to pay for it."
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That's his student loan again.
