As the Villain, I Have a Persuasion System Chapter 239 : Battle Begins in Congo Forest

World Tree Realm, Canopy Layer.

Endless magical arrays covered one area after another—for the relatively small fairies, they were truly colossal, like mirages of entire cities projected in the firmant.

The surrounding space crackled and humd, each fracture reflecting different scenes, as if it could reach any corner of the universe through techniques.

They were preparing for the imminent cross-world teleportation.

The commotion from Fairy Realm couldn't be hidden from disaster beasts—outer barriers continuously rippled.

"Roar!"

Howling sounds as disaster beasts tried to break through defenses one after another, yet as always it was useless, even suffering heavy losses under fairy guard firepower. This repeated tug-of-war was World Tree Realm's daily main the—crisis and peace coexisting.

The canopy layer's spatial teleportation array remained unmoved, while a team of armored fairies flew forward.

Leading was Julius, compared to her previous white dress she was now in battle gear, eyes containing sharpness, even holding a magic wand accumulating power.

Guardian knights among fairies were absolute backbone combat forces, even counting as high-end strength, especially battle-hardened ones like her. Having experienced disaster beast wars and dark fairy wars, now facing human combat. Surrounding colleagues inevitably felt nervous—after all, according to Hyacinth's intelligence the opposition had ill intentions, also confirming divination results, hardly good news.

Fortunately, powerful combat strength wasn't just one.

Queen's Guard Edwina was also present, more lively compared to rigid Julius.

She clapped her hands: "The upcoming teleportation only allows Julius and to maintain most power crossing realms, but don't worry—we'll protect everyone. You just prepare Knowledge Poison resistance."

Theoretically pollution from world rules couldn't be exempted, but fairies had thods to actively dull perception and reduce damage, having one more card against Holy Relics.

They continued working, further calibrating spatial coordinates about to be activated.

Bang bang!

Disaster beast impacts on barriers never stopped, growing more violent—obviously the high-tier existence commanding behind didn't want World Tree to intervene in the human realm. Unfortunately the die was cast—both sides might unfold new rounds of conflict around Planet Gaia, especially unfriendly to those completely fighting away gas.

So fairies even made faces at opponents, making disaster beasts furious and more violent, yet actually both sides maintained stalemate.

Edwina suddenly asked: "Speaking of which Julius, why do you trust Salvation Church so much? Especially Hyacinth."

"Those girls' past efforts prove everything."

"We fairies trust intuition more, plus fate observation. Even Her Majesty the Queen would feel amazed at a completely unobservable individual."

Julius said firmly:

"That's why we should maintain cooperation with Hyacinth. I see determination in her, always protecting other Magical Girls, every action carrying unquestionable decisiveness. That's the style only those accustod to being relied upon have. To cooperate with Magical Girls, absolutely can't bypass Salvation Church's Leader."

"...Didn't expect such a high evaluation. No choice—who told us not to arrive in ti."

Originally World Tree Realm should have contacted Magical Girls early, even theoretically arriving before large-scale awakening to smooth human world relations and open paths. However unexpected events occurred—right when dark fairies launched new infiltration attacks, causing chaos that disrupted deploynts, delaying over half a year.

Half a year really wasn't much on long ti scales, especially for long-lived species like them—a snap of fingers.

Should be no problem.

Yet looking back, in this short half year major events occurred frequently—human society itself didn't react to what happened. Too many things completely different, hastily completing 180-degree turns.

Fairies' originally planned series of alliance strategies simply beca waste paper.

This era's oldest and strongest Magical Girl Hyacinth seed to single-handedly stir up storms, forcibly opening Salvation Church's era—the world couldn't return to before.

So World Tree side was very clear who to cooperate with.

Crack crack!

Suddenly the tree trunk beneath shook, massive technique-constructed totems emitted dazzling brilliance, thousands of fairies' coordinated power knocked on doors.

"Report, Officer Julius, world barriers have completed weakening—departure possible in two hours."

The fairies about to expedition imdiately nodded solemnly, everyone understanding that all beginnings are difficult—pioneers always face various challenges, especially with ill-intentioned ancient Holy Relics waiting ahead, but nothing could stop their steps.

"...How many years has it been? Didn't expect two worlds to continue past events again. Unfortunately those old matters are buried deep in Knowledge Poison." Edwina sighed.

"No problem—isn't new history still continuing?" Julius answered calmly: "Besides, it's our turn."

Both fairies gazed together at spatial fractures.

Previous era fairies indeed had entanglents with humans, Magical Girls and even disaster beasts, but long forgotten—probably even the eldest Fairy Queen couldn't rember much. Everything still looked forward.

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Congo Forest Temporary Base.

In just a few days massive armies assembled here, surging forth with overwhelming montum as large numbers of troops appeared, forest edges bustling with activity.

The air filled with gasoline, gunpowder and smoke, tank treads crushing branches, leaving deep traces on primitive land, even accumulating water to raise tadpoles. But distant visitors all knew everything was temporary—they would turn to ash under war's ravaging.

Most conspicuous was whale skeleton slowly crawling, its mountain-level size proclaiming past terror, even today continuously conveying fear to ordinary people.

Fortunately the Holy City Association mobilized considerable fusion warriors or morale would collapse.

Ghost girl stood atop the highest crane, gazing blankly in all directions without a trace of life, not speaking—representing complete relic coordination state, comprehensive performance reaching highest critical point.

After a long while she murmured: "Strange, no movent at all."

In the crane operation room two young n looked at each other, then Chariot handed over coffee: "Thank you for your hard work, miss."

"I've lost the feeling of sweetness."

"Finding joy in bitterness then."

Chariot casually stuffed the drink into Ghost's hands then joined gazing at forests, incidentally patting Death God behind him, sighing: "Worthy of world's second largest rainforest—indeed remote enough, suitable for livening things up."

"Why are you so certain war will definitely break out?"

Death God was puzzled—obviously the Holy City Association mobilized all forces yet couldn't find Salvation Church movents. How to confirm Magical Girls would co knocking? Prophecy Book?

He murmured: "Wasn't there a report that after the Los Angeles battle, the Prophecy Book couldn't prophesy Hyacinth and related matters? Prophecy relics were scared by more powerful prophets. If so, how to confirm Hermit Island is en route or even going to fight?"

Congo Forest's erald horizon remained peaceful.

"No 100% basis—actually I took initiative to increase troops." Chariot smiled: "Reason is intuition."

"...We rely on intuition for combat, so I have nothing to refute."

"Very agreeable."

"Don't think everything's so easy. If South African Special Theater makes a wasted trip, the Association must reimburse expenses." Death God rubbed his temples: "Plus public opinion pressure is huge—you've stirred up worldwide commotion."

"All bla ulterior-motivated people fanning flas, plus so officials thinking their wings hardened enough to disobey, making everyone unhappy—very regrettable."

Ancient Holy Relics were quite annoyed at losing control of situations.

Previously they completely commanded obedience, running rampant everywhere, easily mobilizing all resources without a single 'no', not even needing to pay interest exchange costs—requisition was requisition, no discussion. Plus under military banners, taking bla also went to them anyway—public opinion could hardly target semi-hidden organizations. Everything was normal then—nothing like now?

Did Magical Girls really promise rcenary alliances and militaries so benefits? Not even starting as your boss yet already getting cocky.

Outrageous!

Salvation Church as a rising newcor, yet seed to follow old Holy City Association's path of interfering everywhere.

Logically their resources weren't enough to support such actions, yet they developed with such high spirits and rapid progress, in a blink already biting behind ancient Holy Relics with covetous eyes. The long-absent sense of threat was brought by Magical Girls.

Chariot reiterated: "I always believed human camp internal transcendent forces must determine winners and losers—who dominates is a life-death proposition."

"Didn't you expel them from the sa camp?" Death God asked aningfully.

"Just so necessary public opinion thods—no need to take too seriously, and this doesn't affect us fighting a life-death duel."

Buzz!

While talking, jungle rose with magical array light.

Technique experts led by codena Holy Relic Spellcaster signaled, representing anti-fairy ambush series confird, like additional arrays strengthening Lonely Island Cage's spatial confinent effects. They were familiar with this—used when fighting catastrophic disaster beasts.

Chariot also made several tactical gestures conveying receipt and next step plans—must closely observe spatial fluctuations, after all prophecy twin books didn't give specific timing.

Top-tier battles often decided victory in inches and instants—must be extrely careful.

Whoosh—

Suddenly horizons rolled with black clouds, winds howling, then those "clouds" gradually revealed true forms—actually swarms of locusts, even devouring several disaster beasts along the way into white bones.

From ancient Holy Relic Pharaoh's ten plagues, remotely supporting Congo jungle from Egypt—both sides forming dynamic cooperation.

Death God murmured: "He's Indian Ocean Theater commander—acting rashly will provoke many sensitive people. Even if you played clever tricks letting Pharaoh not leave but support through relics, you'll still face lots of troubleso accusations."

"None of that matters before victory."

Facing worried words, Chariot replied extrely bluntly—winning was most important.

"So be it."

"Actually our campaign has no moral crisis—in ordinary people's eyes just capturing fairies unrelated to themselves, absolute alien races like disaster beasts, what does it matter? It's Salvation Church constantly propagandizing how good and trustworthy they are, roasting the Association over fire—utterly shaless. Result made Congo operations almost worldwide announcents."

"Carefully thinking also makes angry—why were such tight controls still infiltrated and intelligence stolen?"

"Not surprising—that's Salvation Church, talented in abundance, countless special chanism magics specializing in subdivided fields, infiltration is child's play."

"Feels like boosting enemy morale?"

"I an as long as we win, everything becos ours. Imagine if losing backbone, the Church becos scattered sand."

Facing this unsubstantiated speculation Death God nodded yet disagreed—indeed, suffering heavy damage would likely make Magical Girl Organizations hibernate, yet didn't an they could be recruited or walk the sa path.

Don't be wishful thinking—actually those Magical Girls had already been forged into tough bones through war.

Long ago Salvation Church's represented spirit already ran counter to Holy City Association—both sides' contradictions were actually deeper and more comprehensive, irreconcilable.

Buzz!

Lonely Island Cage's flashing represented spatial relic readiness—sure enough Spellcaster gestured no problem.

The group atop cranes returned to bustling ground.

Entire Congo jungle had beco a military fortress—according to radar reactions many distant disaster beasts were stirring restlessly, just to get shares of catastrophic disaster beast corpses, little knowing they were rely attracted flesh and blood nutrition.

Weapons were for dealing with minion disaster beasts—since fairies might descend to the world, they'd actively withdraw from combat circles, after all pressure could destroy all components.

Death God pointed at mountain-like remains which actually began moving, startling birds and beasts into flight.

"No problem here."

Simultaneously Ghost also removed earpiece, softly saying: "The King says necessary insurance asures are also prepared—will observe and decide according to circumstances. We must be careful of pollution."

"I have better thods." After a faint smile Chariot ordered: "Spellcaster, use high-energy signal devices to maintain base contact."

Two ancient Holy Relic colleagues looked at each other, faces more serious, even the commanded codena Holy Relic much more solemn.

Suddenly entire camp rang with crackling radio static.

Thirty thousand troops involuntarily stopped work, adjusting equipnt yet unable to figure out reasons, puzzled—as if the jungle itself issued low roars. Most intuitive signs were energy ters—pointers reaching highest points yet still couldn't see peaks...

"EMP!"

Soone shouted, then azure arcs suddenly fell from clear skies.

Electromagnetic pulse waves swept entire temporary bases, crossing Congo's whole country, massive energy rings extending to Indian and Atlantic Ocean sides—waiting fleets imdiately crashed and lost combat capability.

From this mont communication-wise they were already isolated islands.

Woo—

Sirens spread everywhere representing Congo temporary base suffering major military strikes entering combat readiness—even battle-hardened elites couldn't help but panic.

Too fast, everything happened too fast—without warning swept by electromagnetic pulse waves.

Suddenly seeing thick clouds and heavy rain, previously clear horizons were obscured, those locust swarms from ten plagues relics instantly beca charcoal. White lightning reflected massive figures in clouds.

Magical Girl Tulip's red hair fluttered in wind, arrogant curves at her mouth corners, laughing loudly while reaching down from above:

Ten thousand thunder bolts in her grasp!

Her casual actions captured boundless arcs in her right hand, connecting heaven and earth with rolling majesty. Clouds revealed clear skies for Tulip, strongest Elental magic user in light reached peak power—this strike was furious.

"Now I'll electrocute and eat all your little pets—"

At the critical mont Chariot moved fastest, instantly magic streams rose from ground into sky—dozens, hundreds, each sufficient to annihilate mountaintops.

Unexpectedly a huge dragon head erged from clouds, opening bloody maws to swallow everything, thunderously exploding.

"Satisfying!"

Smoke escaped from World Serpent's seven orifices yet didn't decrease her life energy at all—truly breathing clouds and spitting fog. Even though people guessed strongest Mythology magic's appearance, never expected such understatent in receiving attacks. Extrely dangerous, simply indulgent combat style, yet it worked—with her blocking in front of Tulip, even Chariot's reactive interceptions were completely swallowed.

Too late—next mont dragon head actively cleared space, replaced by thunder rain washing earth, plowing everything once.

From Blooming Stage Magical Girl and Elental type full strikes made horizons glow—army group level equipnt completely scrapped, all becoming scrap tal, ground carbonized, forests burning.

Most casualties were tad disaster beasts—just as Tulip aid, monsters beca barbecue at, air actually carrying burnt at slls.

Unfortunately under layered array protection, elite cores led by Chariot remained unmoved.

Ground around them hissed yet feet still stood on green grass.

Tulip angrily cursed: "Hey, guy with corpse stench—what tricks did you use?"

"So-called fairy magic basics are actually simple—guidance instructions for free-floating magic power." Chariot said coldly: "Facing ill-mannered madwon, even gentlen like won't show rcy."

Just now he used magic power to interfere with energy fluctuations, using skillful force to neutralize—so seemingly vast attacks had no effect.

Nothing more.

Relics from fairy remains had one chanism Chariot never ntioned to anyone—body's ultimate adaptation to energy. Therefore general kinetic and elental strikes were easily neutralized, even charging boldly into disaster beast groups could take heads among ten thousand enemies, otherwise how to deserve reputation?

"Unfortunately my opponent isn't you." Tulip picked her ears, indicating horizons: "Troubleso ones coming."

Ultra-wide range relic's blood plague, frog plague, lice plague, fly plague, epidemic plague, boil plague, hail plague, locust plague, darkness plague, death of firstborn—ten great curses incoming.

Distant Pharaoh in Egypt transmitted power to Congo through observation.

He didn't act rashly but thodically mobilized massive disaster beast forces for reinforcent—this move seed like diverting trouble but actually feeding blood to catastrophic disaster beasts, regions trampled along the way completely ignored.

Death God commanded remains excitedly: "Pharaoh also sent backup supplies, otherwise we'd be helpless."

"Dream on!"

Tulip made faces then disappeared as electric current from mid-air, instantly already battling ten plagues and monster legions.

Pseudo Magnetic Field users were too fast for them to stop her interception.

However before killing many, Tulip suddenly stiffened—clearly massive materialized telekinesis interfering with flesh. Thousands of ghosts erged from forests—ntal will remnants targeting those focusing on energy bodies, both sides exchanging blows. Simultaneously Ghost girl's main body also rged into ground toward red-haired girl—bodies capable of phantomization anyti had very convenient mobility.

However when she infiltrated rock layers she discovered sothing wrong.

"—Earth dragon turning over."

Sohow Magical Girl Protea had reached ground surface, even incorporating her massive body's elental attachnt into crustal plates—like a super shield machine forcibly hollowing out dozens of ters of rock layers beneath feet.

World Serpent didn't bother hiding—the mont completing engineering she violently shook magic power, large forest areas becoming muddy swamps.

Tree roots, rocks and fossils maintaining ground stability all disintegrated—continuous landslides, earthquakes and erosion made it a monster swallowing everything, countless fusion warriors and tad disaster beasts within sight buried alive, earth's compression would leave no corpses.

Reaching clouds above, descending to nine depths below—strongest Mythology type complete transformation filled vision.

Now even Ghost's phantom body couldn't maintain, forced to return to surface, only to discover Protea treating a forest like a washing machine drum, casually stirring.

Thud!

Suddenly a massive blood-red giant punched Jin Yulu's forehead—despite her physical qualities, scales actually flew with blood, instantly appearing dizzy.

Powerful, fast enough, and possessing combat skills—force amplified several tis striking weak points, representing equally battle-hardened enemies.

Looking closely it was a disgusting patchwork monster.

Death God finally unhesitatingly perford complete relic liberation, preferring to beco inhuman existence of Knowledge Poison.

Constructed from hundreds of disaster beast flesh yet only retaining muscle fibers—so strength was unfathomable with terrifying regeneration efficiency.

Hibiscus's ntioned detailed materials stated "ancient Holy Relic Death God actually reactivates dying flesh, each piece self-contained craving infinite proliferation"—seeing muscles surge like liquid, reflecting individual disaster beast faces roaring and howling, baring teeth at World Serpent.

Other Magical Girls taking that hit just now would have life-threatening injuries.

"...Damn Church—you repeatedly troubled Holy City Association, relentlessly persistent, forcing things to this point. Die, starting with you."

Hysterical blood-red giant's hundreds of mouths issued different-pitched screams, pressure locking Jin Yulu while two other figures appeared—Ghost and Chariot flanking left and right, because they clearly knew must quickly take down Protea or it would be endless.

Splash!

Suddenly all attackers collectively slipped and fell.