I, Viego, conquer Terra!

"Hey, Mastema, can you drive?"

Viego stared in the rearview mirror at the Sarkaz raiders who were chasing him closely and occasionally raising their crossbows to shoot arrows at him.

"What...what happened?" Mostima stared at Viego closely, his expression suddenly changed, and he guessed what Viego was thinking:

"Wait, you're not going to jump out of the car and kill them all by yourself, are you? Don't be impulsive, you don't even have a weapon!"

"Who said I don't have a weapon?" Viego had already let go of the steering wheel, opened the car door, leaned his upper body out, turned around and looked at the Sarkaz raiders behind him with his own eyes.

Seeing this, Mostima quickly unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward to grab the shaking steering wheel.

At this moment, half of her body was pressed on Viego's legs, but Mostima was no longer interested in paying attention to that.

Because, the next second she grabbed the steering wheel.

A faint black mist floated before her eyes.

Mostima's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the dark mist-shrouded dark green sword that suddenly appeared in Viego's hand.

This sword...when did it appear in his hand?

Viego smiled and lowered his head, glancing at Mostima who looked surprised.

"You also said that I am alone, and the weapons I have are enough. I don't need to prepare other things in the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired man jumped out and, like a beast hunting, he leaped straight towards the nearest motorcycle!

The blue-haired angel girl quickly adjusted her posture and moved her entire body into the driver's seat.

Only after he stepped on the accelerator with his booted foot and took full control of the off-road vehicle did Mostima feel truly relieved.

She glanced in the side-view mirror.

In just a few seconds, Viego had dealt with the robbers on the three motorcycles.

At this moment, he was standing on the unmanned motorcycle, with the corners of his lips raised, revealing a ferocious and murderous smile.

"I can't bear to even scratch my new car, but you guys are almost destroying it..."

A crossbow arrow flew towards him, but Viego did not dodge or evade, allowing it to pass through his body.

He looked at the last remaining raider motorcycle on the side and saw the terrified face of the Sarkaz raider on it.

The white-haired man exerted force on his feet and jumped out again, holding the Ruined King Sword high in his hand. The sharp sword edge cut through the void, leaving behind a dark green crescent mark with a faint black mist.

The pain goes through my head!!!

Viego, furious!

The Ruined King's Sword chopped down heavily, splitting the Sarkaz Raider, the crossbow in his hand, and the motorcycle under him into two halves.

The black fog exploded silently and spread out.

Mostima steered the SUV to a tailspin and stopped where he was, staring at the pitch-black fog that was so thick that he couldn't see anything in it.

The next moment, the black fog dissipated, and a white-haired figure holding a dark green sword walked towards them, with wisps of thin black fog still lingering around his feet.

"......" Who on earth saved me?

Mostima swallowed and touched his mouth subconsciously.

Fortunately.

At least I didn't stare at him with my mouth open stupidly.

Apart from anything else, at least at this moment, this white-haired man holding a long sword does look strong enough, strong enough...

Handsome.

Viego put away the Ruined King Sword and returned to the SUV. He looked with some distress at the trunk door and side doors of the SUV that had been pierced almost like a hedgehog.

He sighed and touched the front of the SUV, not knowing whether he was comforting himself or the SUV's machine soul, which might or might not exist.

Never mind, there is always a first time for everything...

Once there is a chance, there will be a second chance. On the bright side, it is impossible to drive in the wilderness without any bumps. At least after this time, I can treat this car as a completely old car and play with it without any regrets...

Viego sighed again and sat back in the driver's seat - Mostima had already gotten back into the passenger seat after parking the car.

"You don't look happy?" Mostima looked at Viego.

"This is my first car." Viego calmed down, restarted the engine, and drove in the direction he had planned. "It's okay, there will be a second and third car in the future... Let's continue with the topic we didn't finish before?"

The sudden jump in the topic made Mostima unable to react. She leaned against the only intact passenger door, holding her forehead. She felt a little dizzy ever since she woke up from the coma... Could it be that she had a concussion from the previous fall?

“What were we talking about before… ah, yes, I will find a way to thank you for saving my life—well, now I’m afraid I have to thank you for saving my life a second time, but for now, just drop me off at the nearest town, my companions are waiting for me.

"Uh... let me correct you." Viego glanced at the blue-haired angel girl and said awkwardly:

"First, I can only save your life once... because those robbers were most likely coming for me. Second... I'm afraid I can't drop you off at the nearest town."

Mostima was stunned: "What? Why do you say that?"

"Because the nearby towns seem to all belong to the Sarkaz people, and I recently got into trouble with a Sarkaz organization called the Pardoners. I'm afraid they have a big grudge against me. If I let you leave alone..."

Viego was afraid that as soon as he left, this angel girl, who was alone, without a weapon and seemed to have a concussion, would be caught by the group of pardoners and tortured!

"Don't worry about the town belonging to the Sarkaz. I have a way..." Mostima stopped talking abruptly.

Her somewhat dizzy head then received and understood the second half of Viego's words.

The angel girl looked at Viego in astonishment.

"Who did you say you offended?"

"Pardoner."

Mostima was rarely confused: "...Huh?"

No, how come you were able to offend the most mysterious pardoners, and it sounds like you made them very angry?

What's going on in this world?

Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I was rescued by this man?

Chapter 50: Mastema: Losing the Highlight

In the wilderness, in a dark and hidden camp.

Several figures shrouded in large black robes gathered around the campfire, talking in low voices.

"The looters failed and were all killed by that man."

"As expected, their deaths are worth it as long as they can get intelligence on the enemy."

"Consistent with the intelligence on the battlefield, the man who calls himself 'Viago' is not afraid of physical injuries. From the brief battle between him and the raiders, we can see that he has no habit of avoiding attacks."

"This may be our chance. If we apply poison to the weapon, even if we fail, we won't lose anything. But as long as we succeed..."

"When he's fighting, a dark mist will linger around his body. From what we've observed, that mist should be able to increase his speed and strength, while also hiding his whereabouts."

"Then prepare perception magic and large-scale lethal Originium techniques to deal with his concealment methods. The Originium technique of changing the terrain should also be able to restrict his movements."

"And the sword in his hand... It has a large attack range and is very sharp. It can cut through the looters' motorcycle without any hindrance. It won't be difficult to cut through ordinary steel weapons. You have to be more careful."

"Then use the dagger to fight in close combat. The sword is too big and too long. If multiple people get close to him, it will be difficult for him to launch an effective counterattack."

"No more suggestions? Okay, that's it." A pardoner nodded slightly and looked at the slender figure beside him who had never spoken since the meeting began. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"..." The slender pardoner was silent for a moment, raised her head slightly, and a strand of snow-white hair fell beside her chin.

A slightly hoarse female voice sounded: "No."

"Okay." The inquiring pardoner nodded.

"Then, we will tentatively launch the general offensive in three days. During these three days, our main goal will be harassment attacks to try to consume the enemy's energy. Disband, pack up your supplies, and we will set off in half an hour."

The other pardoners nodded silently, then dispersed back to their tents and packed their bags.

The white-haired female pardoner lowered her head and, like the other pardoners, returned silently to her own tent.

She sat down beside the cot, took off her sword, unsheathed it, and prepared to start maintaining her sword.

The mirror-like blade reflected a pair of dark brown eyes filled with disgust.

The Absolver was supposed to be loyal to the Sarkaz and Kazdel.

But now, under the instigation of the usurper King Tresis, he has pointed this sharpest knife in the shadows at his fellow Sarkaz, and at the princess who was driven out of Kazdel by him.

Whenever she recalled the deeds of Tracys and his officers during the war, she would think of the blond figure imprisoned in the dark cage and used as a "healing tool" by other pardoners.

Every time she thought of it, she felt disgusted to the point of nausea.

He was obviously their compatriot, and an innocent Sarkaz.

They committed atrocities, determined the life and death of their compatriots based solely on their value, without any emotion or humanity, and even constantly used various drugs that destroyed the human body and caused pain...

The Pardoner's calloused hands grasped the hilt of the sword, gripping it tighter and tighter until he almost trembled.

"..."

......

In the off-road vehicle driving in the wilderness, Mostima was talking to Viego.

"So, Viego, why did those absolutioners chase you? You said before that they were very angry? Did you do something?" Mostima asked, holding on to a glimmer of hope.

It would be best if he just stole someone's chicken or touched someone's dog or something... Viego is just one person, he shouldn't be given special attention by that organization, right?

"Well... to put it simply, he originally had a war plan that would have ensured a great victory, but I messed with it, causing him to only have a miserable victory. I also rejected his recruitment, making him feel that he had lost face and the dignity of a king?" Viego explained as simply as possible.

"Anyway, that jerk called Tresis must know me and bear a grudge against me. The pardoner who came to me said something like 'The king's judgment has come, and you will die'. Do you think they were very angry?"

"I see. It sounds like they really want to kill you..."

Mastema's eyes lost their luster.

She was still a long way from the agreed meeting place with Lemiaoan and the others. She had no guard gun, no weapons, only a box full of coolant and lubricant...

Mostima desperately grasped a bottle of mechanical lubricant that he had taken out of the co-pilot's storage compartment:

"Just the two of us, facing a group of pardoners who are proficient in assassination and have the support of the Sarkaz King? Aren't we doomed?"

Mostima didn't say anything to ask Viego to let her go.

No matter what, Viego saved her life. Given her condition at the time, if she had not met Viego alone in the wilderness, she would have definitely been dead.

Mastema couldn't do such a thing as abandoning his savior and running away alone.

What's more, she must have entered the sight of the group of pardoners. Those cold-blooded Sarkaz definitely wouldn't mind getting rid of an unarmed and lonely Sakota.

Viego was right. As soon as the two of them were separated, Mostima would definitely be found by the Pardoners at the first opportunity and then die at their hands.

"Who said we're doomed?" Viego gave her a strange look. "I just said you can't leave alone now. Wait until I deal with those Absolvers."

"...Have you dealt with the mysterious Sarkaz before?" Mastema had a glimmer of hope. "Do you know the Absolver well?"

Is he really that strong and familiar with the Pardoner, and is confident that he can defeat a group of elite soldiers alone?

"No, I don't know anything about them," Viego answered simply. "But I don't think they are that strong - not as strong as me anyway."

"Isn't that the end?!" Mostima covered his head, which was feeling dizzy, with a snap and said:

"As far as I know, there is a sentence in the description of the Absolution Master organization by the Notary Office: 'Ordinary Notary Office teams cannot confront Absolution Masters head-on, otherwise they will surely die. Encountering Absolution Masters allows them to abandon their missions'... Do you know what this means?"

"It's okay, we won't die, trust me."

Mastema laughed weakly. "Haha."

It's not that she doesn't trust Viego.

But she had no doubt about the mystery and power of the pardoners.

The notary office’s warning is the best evidence.

Good news - I was attacked today, but before I was taken away by a wild beast and killed by a passing Sarkaz, I was saved by a man who was not a Sarkaz and had no ill intentions.

bad news: