Why Did You Mess With Him? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey! Chapter 166

Chapter 166: He Can Set Off a Nuclear Explosion—Losing to Him Is No Injustice

The City of the Vanguard, Tieyebo.

The gears of the great clock tower turned with stiff reluctance, and the hands dragged their rusted bodies downward with effort, letting out a clang.

But very soon, a larger tremor gradually drowned out the grinding squeal of shing gears—the resounding clatter of armor against armor, as a column of iron-clad soldiers marched in perfect formation into the city.

A man was surrounded at the center of the procession, entering slowly.

Jess Rether had returned.

The First Prince walked at Jess's side. He raised his head to take in the chanical city before him, let out a long breath, and spoke with profound feeling:

"We're back again, Jess."

"I know you harbor resentnt—but Viktor is no ordinary person."

Jess's face still carried faint traces of color at this point, and his left cheek appeared slightly swollen.

He kept his head lowered, and when he spoke his voice had lost its forr quality—it had beco heavy and muted:

"I know, Your Highness."

The First Prince let out a sigh and said evenly:

"Recently, the Mage Council has prepared a title for Viktor."

The 12 Council mbers of the Mage Council each had their own distinct area of expertise, and as such each carried a corresponding title by which the world addressed them.

Take Heim Horn, for instance—the Phantom Magic he had pioneered was extraordinarily powerful.

And on top of that, no one had ever seen his true face.

So the world called him: "The Phantom of a Thousand Faces."

Likewise, the Empire's current Mage Council mber, Rashel Azure-Blue—owing to the unique Magic he had pioneered, 【Natural Sparrow】, he could spread himself to any corner of the world.

"The All-Seeing Eye of Nature."

That was Rashel's title.

Every Council mber represented a supre level of mastery within their respective field of magic.

And so at last, today, the Council had finalized the title for Viktor, the newest Council mber.

【Arbiter Who Strips Away All Phenona】

In the records of Viktor's battles, every magic he had ever employed was devastatingly absolute.

Whenever he wished, any location could be reduced to a hellscape—even the surrounding ecosystem itself would be reshaped.

Even enormous mountains could be leveled to the ground.

This title was hailed as the definitive embodint of the combat Mage.

As a result, no small number of Mages had begun trying to imitate Viktor's style, chasing after those vast, powerful large-scale combat spells.

Large-scale combat magic—once buried and overlooked among tens of thousands of spells, considered too difficult and complex—had now carved out a place of its own within the entire field of magic.

Yet not a single person had managed to match Viktor's effortless ease in unleashing it.

Any large-scale offensive magic required a period of preparation for the user.

Viktor was different.

He seed to have completely discarded even incantation.

Even his Magic Power reserves were terrifyingly unlike those of any ordinary 4th-Tier Mage.

"In any case."

The First Prince watched calmly as the troops entered Tieyebo, continuing to speak to Jess at his side in an even tone:

"Rember what our great-uncle always said to us."

"Learn to endure."

As he said this, the First Prince clenched his fist slightly.

Endure.

"2 years at most."

"As long as I can ascend to that position, the Rether Family's score will be settled sooner or later."

He had endured for decades. A few more years made no difference.

Jess remained silent and made no reply.

The First Prince assud Jess had no wish to continue this topic, and asked offhandedly:

"How is my great-aunt doing?"

Jess shook his head.

Ever since the last incident, Lady Cassana Rether had not been doing well.

She had returned to the Royal Capital and shut herself away entirely.

Even when the Imperial Palace sent soone to bring her back, she refused to see anyone.

"A pity—but never mind."

"After all, I don't need her abilities for the ti being."

A magic vehicle hovering in mid-air gradually ca to a stop before the 2 of them.

They took their seats in the back row, feeling the floating sensation as the vehicle slowly engaged.

Along the way, they passed all manner of wealthy nobles and caught sight of various robots driven by Magic.

On the surface, this chanical city still appeared as prosperous and bustling as ever.

Before long, the 2 of them entered a stretch of dim tunnel.

Magic luminescent lamps flickered on both sides of the vehicle, and it was only by their light that the path ahead could be made out.

Then light poured back into their eyes.

A grand castle ca into view before them.

A faint trickle of Magic Power continued to drift upward into the sky—but this ti, that Magic Power seed rather lean and diminished.

The Rether main household appeared to have declined considerably.

Research Mages coming and going were far fewer in number, with only the occasional bespectacled figure hurrying between Research Facilities.

In a corner, several of the newest chanical creatures had lost all power and sat piled together like rusted scrap, untouched by anyone.

Because of the terms imposed last ti, the Rether Family had undergone a massive financial hemorrhage and been forced to let a great many employees go.

But none of this was of any concern to the First Prince.

He made his way with practiced familiarity into a Research Facility in the distance.

The 2 of them passed by countless Research Mages, gradually making their way to the depths of the room.

Within the darkened interior of the laboratory, a heavy original door slowly swung open.

Jess Rether and the First Prince walked through it side by side.

No other figures accompanied them on either side.

All around, countless lights ca on, illuminating the surroundings with crystal clarity.

Within this vast white room, many glass tanks filled with dense green nutrient solution were arranged in neat rows along the walls.

At the center of each green nutrient solution sat the remains of various types of Magical Creatures—different species, all of them.

Like specins frozen in ti, fixed permanently within those cramped enclosed spaces.

Among them, 1 tank stood out as obviously enormous—inside it rested the body of a massive magic dragon.

The body was missing only its head, as though it had been deliberately severed away.

As the First Prince passed by, he looked at the great dragon with a asure of satisfaction.

This had once been his war trophy.

It had earned him no small amount of military credit.

He looked upward.

Long, slender transparent tubes were inserted into the magical creature remains subrged in the nutrient solution—as if drawing out the power those creatures had possessed in life.

The green liquid, mingled with a dark miasma, flowed ceaselessly in reverse toward the ceiling.

The First Prince's gaze moved away from the dragon's remains.

"Now I need new military credit. Greater achievents."

"Only then can I surpass Owaise—pin him down completely."

With that, Jess behind him offered no response, only continuing in silence to follow in his wake.

The 2 of them pressed deeper.

After passing through a long stretch of dark tunnel, the door at its end appeared before them.

The dense chanical screws along both sides of the upper half of the door gradually withdrew. A gust of warm steam seeped through the door's seams, filling the darkened tunnel.

Then the great iron lock before the door was engaged as if by an inserted key—3 layers of binding slowly rotated open.

A beam of red light cut through both top and bottom of the door, unfurling outward layer by layer.

A secret chamber revealed itself to the 2 of them.

Within it stood 1 extraordinarily large glass tank.

At the center of the tank, filled with nutrient solution, a pair of enormous wings—1 pure white, 1 jet-black—floated serenely at the center, as if enveloping the humanoid creature subrged within.

At the top of the tank, ring upon ring of transparent tubes were fitted into the ports along the rim.

The Magical Creatures in the previous room seed to have been converted into power, injected layer by layer into the tank before them.

The First Prince slowly raised his head and looked at the creature within the tank.

"As long as she remains, nothing is a problem."

As if sensing soone's arrival, the creature within slowly spread its wings.

It was a woman.

Her eyes were filled with cold indifference, both pupils emitting a pale green glow—like a viper waiting to hunt.

Her face was gaunt, and across it flickered several strange patterns, twisting and winding all the way from her forehead down to her neck.

And yet there was an otherworldly sharpness to her, a beauty that bordered on the uncanny.

A head of white hair, parted down the middle, fell to her waist and draped down her back.

She wore clothing that was utterly plain—nothing more than 2 pieces of thick, differently colored cloth wound completely around her body.

As her body gradually stretched and extended, the 2 black-and-white wings folded back behind her.

The First Prince fixed his gaze upon her, his eyes brimming with boundless fanaticism.

"She must have grown even stronger by now."

"My ultimate weapon—Safirose."

And yet he had not noticed—in 1 of Jess's eyes, a streak of jet-black color flashed past without explanation.

***

"Interesting."

In Viktor's Study, Weija stood atop the writing desk.

Her solitary eye flashed with a deep, concentrated jet-black color.

Viktor held a book in 1 hand, leaning back in his chair. While reading, he asked with casual indifference:

"What did you see?"

"A Magical Creature? Or perhaps sothing a little more complicated than that."

Weija seed to think of sothing all at once and let out a sudden titter, narrowing her eyes as she looked at Viktor.

"Don't you claim to know everything? Let ask you sothing."

"Do you know what I just saw?"

Viktor didn't even look up from his book, asking flatly:

"Describe it specifically."

"Looked like a woman. Had a pair of wings—1 black, 1 white. Oh, and she has a na."

Viktor closed the book and set it on the desk.

The yellow covers and Elven script on the book's jacket were particularly conspicuous.

He rely thought for a mont before the answer ca out of his mouth.

"Safirose."

Weija blinked, looking a little puzzled.

"If you ever took up fortune-telling as a profession, people would absolutely mistake you for a fraud."

"Thank you for the complint."

Viktor closed his eyes and began to think.

Safirose—the final Boss of Chapter 3 of the ga.

She was known as—the One-Winged Angel.

She was a Boss who stacked numbers to the extre.

Because she had been created with the singular purpose of being "the ultimate weapon of humanity."

She possessed the physique of a top-tier Warrior, combined with Spell damage output that rivaled a Mage.

As a modified human, her body contained the genes of no fewer than 100 types of Magical Creatures.

Among them were even those of powerful dragonkind.

It was because of this that she possessed the skills of at least 100 different Magical Creatures.

In short—if the Chapter 3 Boss showed up early at this point in ti and ca to fight him.

Even Viktor would feel a certain amount of pressure.

However, according to the ga's progression, at this stage she should not yet be anywhere near that powerful.

In Chapter 3, Safirose attained her own consciousness.

She had been brought into existence under the stated purpose of protecting humanity—but after the Rether Family's destruction, she no longer had anyone to receive orders from.

And so her own awakened emotional consciousness led her to conclude:

To protect humanity to the greatest possible extent, all humans had to be gathered and kept, and brought under control.

Only in this way could the safety of every single human being be guaranteed.

At this thought, Viktor let out a sigh.

"Another extremist terrorist. I hope she doesn't provoke ahead of schedule."

Otherwise.

Viktor would simply have to bring this Boss down early.

What? Might he not be able to win?

He rely felt so pressure—that was a very different thing from not being able to win.

It would just cost a bit of ti.

"But—ti's up."

Viktor rose from his seat. The Spicy Storybook on the writing desk seed to be stirred by a breeze and flew by itself onto the bookshelf.

Seeing this, Weija flew up and landed on Viktor's shoulder.

"What's on the agenda today?"

"Today, Gwen is playing teacher."

Beneath his feet, a fluorescent blue Magic Formation slowly lit up. Gusts swept through the Study all around.

The enormous bookcase swayed ceaselessly in the wind, and the corners of the carpet were lifted in several places.

Very soon, the wind quieted and stilled. A flash of blue light pulsed.

Whoosh!

In an instant, 1 man and 1 Crow vanished entirely from the Study as it slowly settled back into calm.