Chapter 890

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Middle World, the city of the ancient small beastmen, Phirol.

[A majin... What I was hoping for were members of the Red Plutonian tribe.]

Orgal looked at the majins that blocked his path as he came to Phirol. About a hundred majins were silently pointing their swords at him.

The majins couldn't show expressions. As they were not fully complete, their faces lacked features. They were smooth like polished plaster, nothing more.

[Moreover, you knew in advance that I was coming. Go and tell your masters, there's no need to waste the carefully crafted living golems for nothing. Today, I've come merely to talk.]

The majins didn't respond. As if helpless, Orgal shrugged his shoulders and drew his sword.

[It seems you still have resources left, don't you?]

Swish-!

The front-line majins rushed at Orgal all at once, swinging their swords.

And as Orgal received the first attack, he could understand why the Imperial family confidently sent these majins.

'They're far too sharp to be considered just living golems... Quite troublesome.'

Of course, no matter how exceptional the living golems were, and even if Orgal hadn't fully recovered from the injuries he had sustained from Paellito.

He couldn't feel threatened by mere majins. Orgal mowed down the charging majins first, breaking their encircling formation.

Naturally, the majins threw themselves at Orgal without a care, even if their limbs were cut off or their heads fell.

The battle continued where Orgal one-sidedly slaughtered them. The majins' swords couldn't even leave a scratch on Orgal's body.

However, in the moment when Orgal estimated that he had annihilated over half of the majins.

He swallowed a gasp as he observed the face of a majin right in front of him change. The majin was starting to resemble a human face that Orgal had known long ago.

'...Temar!?'

Temar Runcandel.

The facial features that protruded grotesquely from the majin's face were almost the same as Temar's from back then. The rapidly growing long hair and the stance holding the sword resembled Temar.

His movements had changed significantly too. The attacks of the majin, now transformed like Temar, sent a chill down to Orgal's back.

[Did the Imperial family create this monstrous thing using Temar's arm after all?]

The majins continued transforming one by one, resembling Temar. They were already well over ten times the number Orgal had initially confirmed, and they were exerting an unparalleled pressure.

Of course, they couldn't compare to the real Temar Runcandel.

However, the majins not only imitated his appearance but also his fighting style.

A magic swordsman who barely used magic.

They only refrained from using 'magic spells', but every sword strike released aura and mana at the same time.

Swoosh-!

The gleaming swords of the majins engulfed Orgal's body. Now, all the majins have completed their transformation.

'After changing like Temar, do they lose their regenerative abilities?'

The transformed majins appeared to lose their ability for high-speed regeneration. They shed blood like humans when they were cut and their severed parts didn't instantly reconnect.

And Orgal could sense 'will' like humans from Majins.

Indeed, a will to kill the enemy, especially apparent in them. It seemed that was the only thing heightened when facing a strong enemy.

'If they had used shadow force... It would have been a bit annoying.'

Although they had analyzed Temar's arm and applied it to the majins, the shadow force was not Temar's; it was Solderet's. Even if they had Temar's body, they couldn't mimic Solderet's abilities.

Orgal was well aware of why the Imperial family could create mass-produced majins similar to Temar. It was because they had analyzed Temar's left arm that they possessed.

'In this process, surely the Red Plutonians' technology was necessary. I knew the imperial family would be holding hands with them, but they got such technology... It seems they've completely gained control over those arrogant bastards.'

However, there was something Orgal didn't know.

Although the Imperial family couldn't mimic 'shadow force,' they had endowed the majins with different abilities.

Pzzz...!

Suddenly, the sound of thunderbolts resounded. Orgal startled and looked at the majins. This type of lightning is used by the Blue Plutonian Tribe among the all Plutonian tribes. The unique bright blue lightning enveloped Orgal in an instant.

Orgal was momentarily taken aback. He hadn't heard any news about the Blue Plutonian tribe's appearance.

'I recall that the Blue Plutonian tribe suffered far greater losses from the great serpent compared to the Red Plutonian tribe... Are the survivors of the Blue Plutonian tribe assisting the Imperial family?'

Variables kept emerging.

For now, he had to deal with all the majins and then confront the Imperial family directly. Orgal gathered his energy, intensifying his aura and demonic energy around his sword.

As he cut down the majins, he felt an uncomfortable sensation in his chest.

'They're beyond what Joe is producing... Of course, once the Plutonian-type living golem's development is complete, they'll become formidable weapons, but these majins are still incomplete.'

Kinzelo had invested a lot in the Plutonian-type living golems for a long time.

However, the magic swordsman living golems created by Zipfel were already complete. They had even produced special individuals like Betty, Almatia, and Kun. The Imperial family's majins also exceeded Kinzelo's living golems.

'When I go back, I need to further train Joe and Bubare…'

The number of majins was decreasing once again. About 30% remained, and nearly an hour had passed since the battle began.

"Enough, stop fighting."

For the first time, the voice of a majin was heard. It was one of the majins who had been in the rear ranks throughout the battle. As he gave the command, all the majins stopped moving at once.

Orgal examined the speaking majin closely.

The majin was concealing his aura. Even with his aura concealed and covered by his clothes, Orgal recognized him clearly.

[Ha, that's what I expected. A majin with Temar's left arm and the Blue Plutonian tribe's illuminating heart.]

The other majins were merely created by analyzing the remaining information from Temar's left arm. However, this particular individual had Temar's left arm transplanted onto him. Although it wasn't clear whose heart it was from the Blue Plutonian tribe, at the very least, it emitted a lightning at the level of the current Plutonian tribe's Battle king.

"Orgal, why did you come to Phirol without any notice? His Majesty has never allowed you an audience."

[Could it be because you were born without one? You are too preoccupied with playing the emperor. Originally, I came to meet the Red Plutonian tribe, not the ancient cockroaches.]

"Ancient cockroaches... Those are rather unpleasant words to hear. But if our imperial family is cockroaches, aren't you the same? Orgal Remilias."

It had been a while since he had met someone who called him by his full name. Orgal grinned and looked at a man who had just come out of the city. He stood beside the majin with Temar's left arm and stared at Orgal with gleaming eyes.

[To think that there is someone who still remembers that name, even I had forgotten it until recently. Your memory is quite impressive. Who are you?]

"Over the long years, I had used many names, but now I go by the name Manoff Vermont."

Manoff Vermont. He was one of the most important figures in the imperial family, along with Bibol Vermont.

[Putting faith in the living golem with Temar's arm and revealing yourself so recklessly... That's interesting.]

"That's right. If you had come perfectly healthy, I would have escaped ahead of time."

Perfectly healthy.

That also indicated Orgal's current injured state and implied that even without injuries, he wasn't in a healthy state.

"At this moment, no matter what you do, you won't be able to handle this friend. Ah, let me introduce you. This is Temar Vermont, as you can see, the finest majin we've created. There are still many adjustments to be made, but still."

[Haha... The more you talk, the more audacious you become. Isn't it a bit reckless to act so boldly just because Jin Runcandel isn't here? Temar Vermont, if Jin Runcandel were to find out, how do you plan to handle the aftermath?]

"Right now, he can't find us, so it's okay. Don't you know, Orgal? We've always survived like this, always aiming hidden blades at the throats of the strong. Survival is what we excel at, more than anyone else..."

Ancient cockroaches.

When Orgal used that term, it wasn't just an expression. The Vermont Imperial family had indeed been treated much like cockroaches in ancient times.

They are numerous, unpleasant, and no matter how many you killed, they would crawl out from somewhere again.

[It's something that's hard to deny. During the time when the Red Plutonians and the Blue Plutonians, as well as the strong beings of the True Demon world, were fighting for dominance, in the end, only you Melkas managed to survive without ever being sealed.]

Melka.

That was the name that referred to the Imperial family in ancient times. The Melka tribe, a race of the powerless and scorned beings.

However, the current Melka tribe, the Imperial family, had a strength that no faction could underestimate anymore.

"You, who were born in the True Demon World, the descendant of Remilias, have achieved quite a success, too. You and us share certain similarities, Orgal."

[It's not just because the Melkas lacked power that they were treated badly at that time. It would be best not to make such comparisons.]

"Huh, you originally came here to negotiate with the Red Plutonian tribe, didn't you? But what you encountered here weren't the Red Plutonians; it was us. Do you understand what that means?"

[If I don't?]

"The Red Plutonian Tribe is currently under the control of our imperial family. So, if you want to make a deal, it means you have to deal with the one holding the leash, not the dog. And I have already provided you with top-tier information. I have shown you Temar Vermont. Wouldn't that alone be enough to try to make a deal with Jin Runcandel in the future."

[I could. But that's what you want, right? Shall I try to guess? You probably hope that I will inform Jin Runcandel about that Majin and wish to anger Jin Runcandel. You want him to put forces after the imperial family. The Vamel alliance will undoubtedly deploy the record mage to locate you, and then you will catch her in some way.]

Manoff didn't answer and Orgal continued speaking.

[But you know nothing about Jin Runcandel. Even if I were to inform him about what I saw today, do you think he would put forces after you guys in the current situation? It wouldn't be of any help in subduing the True Demon World. Jin Runcandel will likely suppress his anger quietly. And when the time comes for him to target you, he won't show mercy.]

Orgal turned around to leave.

"Oh, Orgal. Are you planning to leave without further conversation?"

[I won't make any deals with the Melkas. I haven't forgotten the ancient common sense yet. I'll make use of the information you've shown me today when the time is right. Ah, and tell Airan Vermont this. If he's too persistent, he'll end up dead by my hand before falling into Jin's clutches.]

"Kinzelo has traded with our Imperial family several times until now and never spoken such words."

[At that time, you hadn't shown your true colors as you do now. I'll be leaving now.]

As Orgal began to walk away, Manoff smiled and spoke.

"Is there nothing you want to hear about Lokia Ganesto?"

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