I, Viego, conquer Terra!

The black fog spread, and the figure of the white-haired man appeared and disappeared like a ghost. Every time he appeared, he would take away at least one life with the dark green sword in his hand that was like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The Sarkaz mercenary warriors who were chasing Viego, Theresa and her group were completely powerless to fight back.

Whether it was the powerful Originium skills of the sorcerer, the saturation coverage shooting of the crossbow volleys, or even the bombing of explosives, it seemed that none of them could affect the figure's action of reaping lives.

——Some people even began to feel that they could not cause any substantial harm to Viego.

Because from the beginning of the war until now, apart from some damage to his clothes, there is not even a single wound on Viego's body!

Fear gradually spread in the hearts of the Sarkaz.

The faint black fog that spread over the wilderness seemed to become increasingly eerie and terrifying.

Gathering together? That's also pointless.

That would only make the man reap lives faster.

They could only watch in despair as Viego killed his comrades one by one, and after seeing their comrades' dead, their gray skin turned bloodless and lifeless, allowing the fear in their hearts to grow freely.

——Then, unsurprisingly, their morale collapsed.

Once the first mercenary drops his weapon and flees the battlefield, a second, third, and even more mercenaries will appear in a chain reaction.

Finally, only a group of Sarkaz wearing charcoal-gray heavy armor were left, still standing back to back on the battlefield littered with corpses.

...if nearly a hundred people fighting against one person can be called a "war".

This group of people was obviously different from the group of mercenaries who collapsed and fled.

They wore standard armor and possessed the same weapons. There was no fear of death in their eyes, only calmness and a determination to fight to the death.

Those who fled the battlefield were mercenaries.

The ones who stayed behind were the soldiers.

Viego no longer used the black fog to hide himself, but appeared in front of them openly.

He could feel that these people didn't mind chatting with him.

"Why don't you run?" Viego asked.

"They can flee because they are just mercenaries with varying levels of skill." A Sarkaz responded to Viego's question in a low voice. "We cannot flee because we are warriors under His Highness' command."

"Your Highness? Which Your Highness? It can't be Theresa?"

"His Highness Tracys, the King of Kazdel, is the elder brother of His Highness the Princess."

It turned out to be a civil war within the royal family, no wonder.

"Okay, I think I understand." Viego nodded, not surprised by the answer. "I have finished asking questions, do you have anything else to say?"

The Sarkaz soldier remained silent.

He raised the dark green Sword of the Ruined King in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the calm Sarkaz warrior.

"No more? Then, prepare to die."

Chapter 31 Why are there hands and not legs?

Those fighters died.

Fight calmly, swing the sword calmly, and face death calmly.

Their tacit understanding and tactics successfully consumed the power of the Curse of Ruin in Viego's body, leaving him with many injuries.

If someone else had come here, he would have died here many times already.

Unfortunately, the one left behind was Viego.

But at the end of the battle, after all of them were pierced through the body by the broken sword and their lives were taken away, the consumed strength was compensated by their lives.

"They're pretty tough." Viego looked at the woods nearby. "Aren't they?"

The white-haired cat head came out from behind the tree and looked at Viego.

"The power you used...the things you carried." Kal'tsit's eyes were filled with vigilance. "They should not be on this land."

"That's not something I can decide." The broken sword in Viego's hand turned into black mist and dissipated, and he spread his hands helplessly.

"Where's Theresa? You're not with her? Why did you come back alone? You can't be here to see me, right?"

"...Theresa came here with me, but you didn't seem to want to see her, so after making sure you were okay, she left first." Kal'tsit glanced deeply at Viego.

"But I don't understand why? Have you met Theresa?"

"I really don't want to see her." Viego nodded bluntly, without hiding anything, and followed Kal'tsit. "But don't get me wrong, this is not directed at her. I didn't know her before today."

Kal'tsit fell silent and said nothing more.

......

The journey passed uneventfully, and Viego and Kal'tsit successfully returned to the "ship" that Theresa mentioned.

It is indeed a "ship".

Viego raised his head slightly and looked at the huge monster in front of him.

In his previous life, such "vehicles" would only appear in imaginary science fiction works.

But in this world, in this world where even wars are fought with cold weapons and "magic" as the mainstream means of killing, how could something like this with such a strong sense of technology appear?

Viego could see that the ship in front of him was just a "skeleton" that had not been fully built, with cables and pipe skeletons still exposed in many places.

But it was precisely because of this that the shock he felt was so great.

...Awesome.

Kal'tsit was not surprised by Viego's reaction. She just stood there and waited for Viego to finish exclaiming before leading him to the entrance of the ship:

"Welcome to Rhode Island."

"Rhode Island?"

"The name of the ship."

The two entered Rhodes Island and took the elevator to the third floor, which was the temporary ward floor used by the Tower of Babel to accommodate the wounded.

——Before today, Viego had never thought that he would see something as familiar as an "elevator" in another world.

It's a very subtle feeling.

The elevator reached the third floor, and Viego followed Kal'tsit forward.

Then, Viego saw Hedley squatting in front of the operating room like an old father.

He had taken off his weapons and armor at this time, wearing only a single piece of clothing, with a lot of bandages wrapped around his body, and he looked quite injured.

"I'm going to check on the other injured. Come find me after your two companions' surgery is finished." Kal'tsit said this and turned to leave.

"Hey, Hedley." Viego smiled and greeted him, then squatted beside him nonchalantly and patted his shoulder. "At least you're not missing any limbs."

"Hiss... there's a wound there, Viego." Hedley took a breath and looked Viego up and down, with surprise on his face. "You're not injured? No, your clothes..."

"Those who understand will understand." Viego raised his eyebrows. "I can only say that this is the situation. I can't say much about those who don't understand, but those who understand will understand naturally. Do you understand?"

Hedley was confused: "...What?"

"It's nothing, just pretend I'm not hurt."

The two were silent for a moment.

Viego asked: "It seems that the casualties this time are heavy?"

"...More than half of them died, and a small number of them were injured." Hedley sighed. "You are the only one who was not injured. If it weren't for Babel's timely support, I'm afraid I would also..."

“Babel will pay, but few people are getting paid anymore,” he said.

"..." Viego was silent, thinking of the two mercenaries he killed.

"You may choose to stay here, Viego." Hedley said, "Before you came, His Highness talked to me. Mercenaries can choose to stay and become a member of Babel Tower. All living forces are welcome here."

"Forget it, I don't want to stay here." Viego shook his head decisively. "I don't want to get involved in a royal war."

For some mercenaries who have difficulty surviving or who want to find a stable place, staying in the Tower of Babel is a good choice.

But it was different for Viego, he knew the responsibilities and consequences of joining the Tower of Babel, so he was unwilling to tie himself to this chariot so rashly.

This is not a decision as simple as joining a mercenary group.

"Is that so?" Hedley nodded in understanding. He could understand what Viego meant.

"Then you shouldn't stay in the mercenary group, Viego. We have already been labeled... We will continue to accept contracts from Babel and work for them. Frankly speaking, this is no different from joining them."

Viego raised an eyebrow.

The door of the operating room opened, and W and Ines were pushed out one after another.

Hedley stood up and went to greet him.

Viego shook his head, stood up, and turned to find Kal'tsit.

War is such a cruel thing.

Let’s think about what happens next.

Anyway, the fragments in W and Ines' bodies have not been obtained yet, and the members of the mercenary group are also seriously injured. They will probably have to recuperate on Rhodes Island for a while before they can set off again.

......

Kal'tsit left after making sure that W and Inès were not in danger.

Hedley also left. As the leader of the mercenary group, he needed to participate in the high-level meetings of the Tower of Babel, collect remuneration and discuss some miscellaneous matters.

It's been hard work, Hedley.

The only people left in the ward were two seriously injured patients who were unconscious and Viego who was staying in the ward and absorbing the Curse of Ruin.

He sat between the two wards, with his index fingers touching the backs of W and Inès' hands, one on the left and one on the right.

Viego could feel that the fragments that had been motionless in their bodies had loosened a lot.

It feels like you can "pull them out" with force.

However, since the act of "pulling" was too violent, Viego was afraid that it would cause harm to the two people who were already seriously injured, so he did not do so.

"...Viego, what are you doing?" A weak and cold voice came from the left.

Viego turned his head and was silent for a moment.

Why don't you get some more sleep? It's hard for me to explain this to you.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ines was silent for two seconds, and then said, "Neither I nor the one lying over there has any injury on our legs."

Viego was stunned, not realizing the sudden change in topic: "What...?"

Inès looked at Viego's finger on the back of her hand: "So, why is it the hand, not the leg?"

What the hell!

Inès, how come you were also infected by W! ? !

Chapter 32 Trust is a luxury

"I'm really not into legs, Inès."

"Who cares?" Ines looked at Viego without any expression. "Do you think I care? Or do you think W cares about this?"

"Don't be so self-indulgent, Viego." She said coldly: "This is just a joke to tease you. If you take it seriously and really dare to put your hand on my leg, I will chop off your hand."

How can you make a joke in such a serious and cold tone like yours? Viego was helpless.

But it's true that neither Inès nor W really cared whether he liked their legs or not, or whether he had any feelings towards them at all.

This is just a joke between friends - if Inès and W consider themselves friends.

Viego won't really care about this, and neither will Inès and W.

but...

"I never thought that Captain Ines would joke with me?" Viego laughed. "Could it be that your trust in me has increased?"

"Don't think too much, Viego. I am still wary of you, and that has not diminished in the slightest." Ines looked cold and turned her head to glance out the window. "But that doesn't stop me from thanking you for saving my life."

Viego noticed that her exposed earlobes were a little red.