A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

“In the battle just now, I did not participate in any high-intensity direct firepower, so my physical reserves were intact and my mental concentration was at a high level.” Origami’s voice was calm and clear as she stated her reasons to Ryoko and Allen simultaneously, with rigorous logic that was almost impeccable.

"Furthermore, the latest display device 'Mordred' provided by DEM is currently in optimal operational condition in terms of energy reserves and various functional parameters, far superior to the standard equipment of AST."

She paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over Liao Zi's complex expression and Allen's expressionless face, before continuing:

"Based on the above objective conditions and the severity of the situation on the ground, I believe I am fully capable, have the corresponding responsibility, and possess reliable combat power to continue participating in the upcoming core area assault and clearing operations. I, Origami Tobiichi, request to stay!"

Although her reasons were plausible and logically sound, deep within Origami's heart, the only unwavering thought that drove her to stand up was deeply ingrained, like a brand:

Shido… he’s still inside! We must make sure he’s safe! No matter what, we absolutely cannot let him face the onslaught of those cold-blooded butchers from DEM alone, and those Spirits whose state is unknown and could go out of control at any moment! Even if it means disobeying orders, even if it means going against the entire DEM, I must go in!

Ryoko looked at her most outstanding, hardworking, yet also most stubborn and unpredictable subordinate, her lips moved a few times, but in the end, she couldn't say anything. She knew Origami too well; beneath that seemingly calm exterior lay such a stubborn and unwavering will.

Once she makes a decision, not even ten oxen could pull her back.

All attempts at persuasion will be futile at this moment. In the end, a thousand words can only be reduced to a heavy and helpless sigh, dissipating into the cold air.

Ellen's sharp, hawk-like gaze lingered on Origami for a few seconds. Her eyes, which seemed to see through all pretense, appeared to have caught a hint of inconsistency hidden beneath Origami's perfect excuse, but she didn't point it out on the spot.

A top-tier AST member voluntarily staying behind to act as a vanguard and supporter, regardless of his true motives, is more beneficial than harmful to DEM in the current situation.

"Application approved."

Allen uttered four words calmly, then stopped paying attention to the origami, as if she were just an insignificant pawn. She faced the DEM company army standing solemnly below like a surging tide.

Through a global broadcast system, cold and deadly orders are transmitted to the receivers of every combat unit:

"All combat units, listen to my command!"

"First priority objective: Identify and capture 'Herrscher of Reason' Welt Yang and his key associate, Phoenix Inu no Chika! In case of resistance, non-lethal force may be used until he is incapacitated!"

"Second priority objective: Seize the opportunity to completely annihilate the weakened 'Nightmare'! No need to hold back, unleash maximum firepower!"

"Operation—begin!"

With her command, the steel torrent of DEM Corporation roared like a bloodthirsty beast finally unleashed!

The magician forces and the Bondsky Legion transformed into a devastating wave of metal, launching a thunderous and determined all-out attack from the sky and the ground on the abandoned factory that seemed to be trembling in fear!

And Origami Tobiichi, the white meteor she transformed into, also merged into this cold torrent of steel without hesitation.

She gripped the light blade tightly, carrying an unspeakable and absolutely forbidden selfish desire, and charged headlong into the perilous final battlefield with an unpredictable outcome.

Chapter 106 The scorching sun shines every year, but this year it's at my house.

(We recommend using headphones to enjoy "Flare" for an even better experience.)

Led by Allen, the steel torrent of DEM Corporation surged toward the lonely, abandoned factory like a black, viscous tide of death, carrying the power to crush everything.

The roar of metal boots crushing rubble, the low hum of thrusters, and the deathly sea of ​​crimson light converging in Bondsky's eyes formed the oppressive prelude to this battlefield.

Just as the vanguard was about to reach the rusted and broken steel bars and crumbling concrete ruins surrounding the factory—

"Squeak—yikes—"

A harsh, strained sound, as if the last bit of strength had been used up in a friction, abruptly tore apart the prelude to the battlefield.

The dilapidated iron gate, which seemed to have been welded to the rusted frame and covered with vines and grime, was slowly and laboriously pushed open from the inside, leaving only a gap wide enough for one person to pass through.

A lone figure walked out.

It's Phoenix Inu Chika.

She stood alone on that abrupt clearing between the ruins and the army, as if standing at the crossroads of two worlds.

Behind them lay a dilapidated, silent factory shell, seemingly on the verge of collapse; before them stood the DEM army, a formidable metal jungle radiating a chilling killing intent.

She lowered her head slightly, her long, icy blue hair hanging messily over her forehead, making it impossible to see her expression.

Alan Mathers abruptly raised his arm, which was encased in the advanced display device, making a gesture of absolute prohibition.

In an instant, the DEM troops, which had been advancing like a torrent, came to an abrupt halt. Their movements were so synchronized that it was chilling, as if they had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The subtle sounds of countless weapons being loaded and energy condensing merged into a low symphony of death. All the muzzles, gun barrels, and locking rays focused instantly on that seemingly frail and tiny girl.

Allen's sharp gaze was fixed on Chika, his golden eyebrows furrowing slightly, forming a scrutinizing arc.

(Is someone coming out alone? A trap? A clumsy attempt to lure the enemy? Or... a bluff after realizing there's no way to escape? Is that old fox Walter Young, and the 'Nightmare' in an unclear state, lurking in the shadows of the factory, waiting for their chance?)

Meanwhile, in Chika's inner world, a tumultuous and chaotic scene was unfolding, completely different from the somber atmosphere outside:

(Here it comes! The ultimate stage! Lighting crew in position! Cameramen, get on! Background music... wait, I'll play the background music myself later!)

(Manage your facial expressions! Manage your facial expressions! Today I am Brother Lieyang! First, let me prepare myself... Fear, yes, anyone would be afraid in the face of this! Then anger, anger at fate, anger at the bastards who forced me to this point! Finally, courage, the crazy courage to fight to the death! Let's go!)

Under the watchful eyes of Allen and all the DEM soldiers, Chinatsu slowly raised her head.

At first, her face showed a pale, suppressed calm.

But in those icy blue eyes, a fear that spread like a tidal wave was clearly reflected. Her lips trembled slightly, and her fingers curled up unconsciously.

However, the fear that almost overwhelmed her did not cause her to collapse or back down.

Instead, it acted like the most powerful accelerant, suddenly igniting something that had been suppressed deep within her soul for who knows how long.

Her eyes gradually changed, and her fear receded as quickly as dew evaporated by the blazing sun.

Instead, there is a raging fire of despair and indomitable spirit that bursts forth from the very marrow of one's bones after being cruelly tormented by fate and driven to the brink of despair!

And a kind of almost insane, resolute courage—knowing that there is an abyss ahead, yet still leaping into it and burning oneself to illuminate the darkness!

Her expression shifted from calm to fear, then to anger and resolute courage; the entire transformation was clear and full of tension, like a silent monologue.

Then, she took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, as if trying to squeeze out all the repression, resentment, unwillingness, and accusations against the world within her chest. Facing the vast, cold steel army before her, she declared with all her might, with a slight tremor from excessive exertion, yet with exceptional clarity, word by word:

"Are you ready?! Humans!"

Her voice echoed in the empty, deathly silence, carrying an eerie sense of drama and declaration that seemed out of place with the desolate surroundings.

"I—have brought you destruction!"

(Perfect dialogue! Powerful presence! It's just that the level of childishness is a bit off the charts... But that's okay, that's the effect we wanted!)

Allen's eyes narrowed. (Destruction? All by yourself?)

Her doubts deepened, but even more so, she felt a chill of being provoked. Without further hesitation, she issued the order: "First and Second [Bondsky] Battalions, assault! Probe the enemy's deployment and reaction!"

The order was like a death sentence, instantly activating the silent killing machine.

"Om-!"

Countless [Phantom Beast Bondsky] robots, their eyes flashing with an ominous scarlet light, surged towards Chika, who was alone in the center of the open space, from all directions, emitting ear-piercing shrieks of metallic friction and the roar of their thrusters!

Their sheer numbers instantly formed an encirclement, and the steel wave almost instantly swallowed her tiny figure whole!

(Here they come! The extras are on stage! It's my turn to perform! Come on, music, start!)

A burst of powerful music sounded.

Chika watched as the robots surged towards her like a tide. She clenched her hands in front of her, and the core of reason within her body, which had just begun to recover, struggled to operate. Weak spiritual energy flowed, gathering and forming in her hands like a trickle, eventually taking shape into a simple-looking metal greatsword with a rough and twisted blade that seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.

(Greatsword! A man's romance! Although I don't know the art of swordsmanship, and although this is my first time making one by hand, and the quality does look a bit poor, and the energy transfer rate is probably pitifully low, but... it's enough! As long as the momentum is there!)

She gripped the shabby-looking greatsword in her hand, first slowly taking a step forward, then gradually quickening her pace, and finally actually starting to run, resolutely heading straight into the surging, destructive wave of robots!

Her fingertips seemed to brush unintentionally against the casing of an abandoned industrial megaphone half-buried in the rubble. A barely perceptible blue light flashed by.

"Zi la..."

"Anger stems from the breaking free of shackles by weak and evil creatures."

As she passed the first Bondski, her movements appeared awkward and cautious, even tinged with a touch of clumsy timidity.

With a slightly clumsy sidestep, he narrowly dodged the attack of the gleaming alloy claws.

Then, as if belatedly realizing it, he used all his strength to awkwardly slash at the joint of the robot's leg with a backhand!

"Stepping into the smoke and fire of war, awakening in the darkness, golden blood entering the soul~"

"Clang—Snap!"

A piercing clang of metal clashing rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks. The robot staggered, its movements momentarily frozen.

(Okay! First stage of acting: the rookie's struggle and survival! That's exactly the feeling we're going for—a thrilling, incredibly lucky break to barely survive!)

She began to "struggle" to dodge and weave amidst the onslaught of those steel creations.

The action looked extremely dangerous; every dodge seemed to brush with death and was full of luck.

Every seemingly desperate counterattack carries a ruthless, reckless, and all-out effort.

The sounds of the greatsword colliding with the metal shell, the acrid smell of energy beams scraping the ground, and her slightly rapid breathing mingled together.

She was like a leaf in a storm, about to be torn apart, struggling to stay afloat in the vortex of steel.

"Burn! Burn the divine kingdom to ashes!"

However, as the battle continued, in the midst of intense confrontation, her instincts as a "Herrscher of Reason" began to be involuntarily activated and adapted, and her computational abilities began to improve step by step.

Her movements began to undergo subtle but continuous changes. Her dodges became smaller and more precise, no longer the wide-open and clumsy movements of the beginning; the timing and angle of her counterattacks became more tricky, and the way she wielded her greatsword began to carry a gradually clearer and colder rhythm.

She seemed to be rapidly "understanding" the movement patterns, structural weaknesses, and energy circuits of these steel creations during the battle.

"Paradise. Paradise has fallen."

However, as the battle continued, her movements began to subtly change. She seemed to be beginning to 'understand' the movement patterns and structural weaknesses of these steel constructs.

The originally crude greatsword she constructed began to self-adjust and self-optimize under repeated collisions and the infusion of spiritual power. The blade became smooth and sturdy, with a faint blue light flowing around its edge.

Her attacks were no longer aimless; each swing was precisely aimed at vital points such as joint drive shafts, visual sensor clusters, or the energy core in her chest, carrying a gradually awakening, chilling efficiency.

(Getting into the groove! Time to add some 'emotion'!)

A faint, almost imperceptible sound, as if accidentally leaking from the depths of her suppressed throat, began to escape from the corner of her lips. The sound was initially very soft, with a slightly nervous tremor, but soon, like a spark thrown into dry tinder, it suddenly ignited and spread.

"Drinking bitter, stale dregs, everything scatters, collapses, and sinks."

She parried a robot's fierce attack, her body spinning in the process, and her optimized greatsword drew a sharp blue arc, precisely slashing into the energy core of another robot's chest!

He then turned around and kicked him back into the enemy group.

The flash of the small explosion illuminated her face, which was stained with dirt and sweat.

Amidst the flames of the explosion, she finally couldn't help but let out a low, then clear, and ultimately uncontrollable laugh.

"Skipping over scattered faces, ferocious beasts race toward divine ruin~"

"Hehe...hehe..."

The laughter was initially suppressed, but it quickly broke free of its restraints and became unrestrained and joyful, filled with a kind of cathartic and unrestrained feeling and an indescribable, almost manic quality!

"Hahaha... Hahaha—!!"

Her fighting style has also undergone a complete transformation!

Instead of passively dodging and parrying, they began to actively rush towards the densest part of the robot swarm!

The greatsword in her hand transformed into a blue whirlwind of death, each swing carrying the resolute momentum to cut through all shackles and shatter all obstacles!

Robot fragments, severed limbs, and exploding fireballs bloomed and splashed around her like wildly dancing fireworks!

She seemed to be the eye of the storm in the center of the battlefield, both the epicenter of destruction and the most eerie calm.

"Tear it all apart, tear it all apart!"

(Yes! That's it! Laugh out loud! Laugh wildly! Let out all the 'anger,' 'grievances,' and 'resentment'! Let them all think I'm venting, releasing! Let everyone think I've completely unleashed my true nature in despair, falling into a frenzied battle climax!)

She seemed to be dancing a wild and violent dance of death, unique to her, in this steel graveyard.

The flashing sword is her dancing ribbon, the explosion is her drumbeat, and the flying debris is the dust raised by her dance partner.

More and more Bondskies were turned into sparking, flying scrap metal under her ferocious onslaught, while the smile on her face grew brighter, more unrestrained, and more... a chilling arrogance and eeriness that sent shivers down one's spine!

"Even the night kneels before me~"

Finally, when the last of the Bondskis pounced on her, they turned into scattered pieces around her.

At this moment, she was the only one left standing on the field, surrounded by mountains of robot wreckage.

She laughed, panting, her movements frozen in place.

The long sword in his hand pointed to the sky, and his long, icy blue hair was disheveled and stuck to his sweaty cheeks.

Looking up, I saw the DEM airship floating in the sky, and the magician troops below it like dark clouds.