I am the savior, do you have any objection?

If needed, the Dark Lord, the King of Dark Wizards, the only one in the world who has seen the secret of immortality, is there, in London, in the heavens.

Little Tom, at this moment, felt like he was just a clown. He desperately wanted to escape with his men. The flies he led took flight uneasily, preparing to flee, but a dark cloud had already descended.

Dark wizards need painful emotions to cast dark magic, which prevents them from casting Patronus Charms with happy memories. The tips of their staffs glowed with a green light that could destroy souls, but they were quickly covered by a dark cloud.

Under the moonlight in the Scottish Highlands, Harry and Ron are helping Hermione relax.

Since that day, Hermione has been in low spirits and can be seen spacing out from time to time, so the two came up with the idea of ​​taking Hermione away from school to clear her mind.

Although they only learned part of the story from fragments of information, they were still furious that the strong Hermione they knew had shown such a side of herself.

"Alright, Hermione, don't be sad. If you don't want to see us, go and stop the new headmaster's plan."

“That’s right. Although I don’t know what you mean by flies, directly eliminating them is definitely not a good idea. It sounds like something only a mysterious person would do.”

Hearing about her companions' safety, Hermione didn't want them to worry, but she felt helpless and bitter.

Suddenly, Hermione looked up. The moonlight and colorful clouds were obscured by darkness, and a group of Dementors swept across the sky with something even larger.

“We can’t do it; we can’t stop him if he wants to.”

Hermione pointed to the horizon.

Only then did the two of them see the massive number of Dementors that resembled rolling clouds.

"It seems that if we want to stop this, we might as well find ourselves a proper burial plot first."

Ron was so startled that he plopped down on the grass.

Harry's hands began to tremble.

"Would it anger the headmaster if we went directly to him? I suddenly think Snape is a good professor, to be honest."

……

Snape's face twitched slightly.

"This is what you do after leaving school."

“Yes,” Kerry replied.

“I think their total number is no less than the total wizard population.” Snape was somewhat bewildered.

“That’s right. I sent them to absorb the resentment of those who work overtime without pay. You know, those who get off work after 10 p.m. have as much resentment as all the prisoners in Azkaban,” Kerry replied.

"Hasn't the Muggle world already started working an eight-hour workday?" Snape asked curiously.

“That only applies to British citizens,” Kerry shook his head.

Before long, a large object flew over, taking advantage of the cover of the clouds.

Kerry looked at him curiously.

“Welsh Green Dragon, our master, we heard that you particularly love dragon milk cheese and dragon products in your conversation, so we went to North Wales to find one for you.”

A Dementor spoke in its shrill voice.

Kerry turned his head: "I had no idea you guys could actually flatter people."

“Oh, that’s because those foolish wizards of the past were never worth our attention, but you are different. We even found a dragon saddle for you in the dragon fields of Norway.”

“No need.” Kerry raised his hand to indicate that he didn’t need that thing, and stepped directly into the air. The dragon that had been possessed by the Dementors, which had been about to unleash its ferocity, obediently lowered its head upon seeing Kerry, allowing Kerry to step on its head.

Snape reluctantly stepped onto the metal disc prepared by Kerry, casting a binding spell between his shoes and the disc.

Then the dragon spread its wings from the church and, hearing the commotion below, flew with Kree towards the center where the Dementors had gathered, amidst the horrified looks of the priests who had come out to investigate.

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A not particularly large green dragon flapped its wings on the horizon, and just as it could release black energy, behind it were densely packed, strange, dark shadows.

Kerry clicked on one of the few remaining functions after the chat group was bombed: live streaming.

"Hello everyone, long time no see. Today's live stream content is related to a post I made."

In a short time, many familiar faces clicked in.

[Yukino Yukinoshita: What time is it and you still have the mind to stream? Uh... what are you doing in your own world? Why are there so many undead while riding a dragon?]

[Homura Akemi: Is this how you use it?]

Subaru: Ah, why are wild vegetables everywhere in this world? I was busy all day and just wanted to rest when you started a live stream. I'm so lucky.

Is that your army, a dark mass? Kerry, you're so cool!

[Nagasaki Motoyo: Huh? Principal Kerry, is this place?]

[Yukino Yukinoshita: @Motoyo Nagasaki, are you and him in the same world?]

Kerry seemed to have spotted something strange. He hesitated for a moment before turning off the live stream, but stopped interacting with the chat.

At their destination, a swarm of fly-like people were frantically struggling to escape through a cave entrance.

However, the attacks they unleashed were meaningless to these monsters.

The monsters only need to bite these fly-men with their mouths, and all the fly-men's happiness will vanish, turning them into empty shells devoid of any mobility, ceasing to flap their wings and leaving.

These monsters have mouthparts that stick to their chins like snot.

Atop its human-like torso is a fly's head with two compound eyes, as big as a plate.

Their limbs were covered with barbs, and most of them were barely clothed, except for brown downy hair on their private parts.

Its arms and feet were covered in downy hair and barbs, and even its fingers looked like they were made of multiple thorns.

However, this was enough for them to manufacture and use weapons.

That's how civilization works; it always requires a series of coincidences. For example, if we give orcas intelligence equal to or even greater than that of humans, even if we wait another 100,000 years, they might still only exist as marine tribes.

In the universe, in addition to brains, what is also needed to establish a civilization is limbs that can collect and use tools.

Moreover, from various perspectives, compared to humans, the Fly-Man's reproductive capacity and extremely rapid growth cycle to adulthood are more conducive to survival in the harsh environment of the universe.

Unfortunately, this superior species is destined to disappear from this planet today.

The Dementors broke in through all the possible exits the Flymen could detect, while the Kree himself used the power of the magnetic field to penetrate deep underground and destroy their attempts to resist the machinery.

It must be said that for a technology tree that relies on steel, Magneto's abilities are a decisive factor.

Because Kerry discovered that they had a machine connected to a very deep part of the Earth.

It seems that heat is being drawn from there to allow the fly eggs to hatch quickly, but Kree isn't sure if, instead of destroying it immediately or making such a careful probe, he had launched a full-scale attack, which might have been a self-destruct switch that would have destroyed the entire planet.

It's been three months now, far from the six months of the first playthrough, so the number of bugs is much smaller.

Or rather, many of them are still in the nymph stage.

And its number has reached an astonishing eight million.

Kerry does not have trypophobia.

But when he scanned the countless insects crawling on the pipes, eating unknown sap leaves, with his mental energy, he didn't want to look at them anymore.

"Oh, let me adjust my perspective. There are eight million of these kinds of creatures in here, just like I said in the public chat group. If you find them, I suggest you get rid of them as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Kerry casually waved his hand, and a Dementor swiftly carried away a fly whose consciousness had been drained but which was still alive.

After finishing the transport, the Dementors politely bowed to Kree before quickly returning to the feast that would leave them stuffed.

The audience in the live stream reacted very strongly after seeing this thing.

[Nagasaki Motoyo: This...]

[Group 5 Admin - Yukari Yakumo: Are you kidding me? You've gotten stronger again?]

[Genichiro Ashina: This is a horrific scene]

[Sato Kazuma: As expected of you, is Voldemort currently working for you?]

[Interstellar Hamster: The Price of Indulging Aliens. Don't worry, I've already killed all of these things in this world. I'll post anatomical images of these creatures in the chat area later; feel free to take a look if you're interested.]

Peter Griffin: Let it be, who cares? Can the anchor please put the camera down? I really want to see how you kill these flies with this ugly thing you're carrying, please.

[Bruce Wayne: Thanks, very useful intelligence. If possible, I hope you can catch a few to test their reactions to various common chemicals. If I come up with a way to deal with these things, I will post it publicly in the chat area.]

Just as Kree was riding on the dragon and scanning the barrage of bullets, a noise suddenly came from below.

It appears that they urgently repaired some kind of equipment after the Kree withdrew their forces.

Then, a loud noise came from underground.

It speaks English, even a standard London accent, much more standard than Anon-chan's.

"Stop! We beg you, powerful beings from another world!"

The voice was so loud it could echo across the plateau, and it was full of pleading, but the Dementors, who could not hear anything, showed no sign of stopping.

"We know it is very impolite of us to come to your planet, but we were forced to. We were living a good life in our homeland when we were forced to enlist in the army and be sent to this other world. We just wanted to live a good life."

Our civilization is just like yours. We love art, admire flowers, and relax on weekends by watching a movie with friends or visiting the Federation's amusement parks. We love peace and have no intention of opposing you. If you will let us go, we will leave here forever, or you can imprison us if you wish; this is what we deserve as invaders.

You killed our children. We brought them into this world hoping they could experience its beauty. As invaders, we deserved to die, but please spare them.

Those words reached not only Kerry's ears but also the live stream audience.

Many people have reacted to this.

[Ritual Yuuki: This sounds like an ordinary alien civilization, rather pathetic.]

Hinamori Amu: I feel a little sorry for her.

[Group Leader 2 - Lelouch IV - Great Britain: Don't talk and influence Kree's judgment. Kree, be careful.]

“Kerry up here,” Cupid on Kerry’s shoulder reminded him.

"I felt it too."

Kree raised his hand, and a Truth-Seeking Ball flew from his hand. An orbital cannon, disguised as a satellite, was slowly adjusting its position to lock onto him, but Kree shot it down beforehand.

"Now there's new intelligence. Blocking their signals doesn't seem to be entirely effective. Their attack equipment on the nearby hilltops isn't activated, but some of it appears to be intelligent and can actively search for enemies even without commands."

Kerry stared coldly at the ground, while wailing began to emanate from the loudspeaker.

"No, no! That wasn't intentional, that's not what we meant! Oh my God! Those black things are entering our main control room, my 120,000 children!"

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"It's noisy."

Kerry gently pinched the bottom with his hand, and the repaired sound-producing device was destroyed again.

Kerry also felt that the preparations were almost complete.

He opened one of the entrances, dismounted from the dragon, and leaped inside.

"I can read your sincere desire to surrender, and your genuine wish to avoid war."

But this sincerity is only limited to when one is in mortal danger, isn't it?

It's like when a boss is confronted by workers demanding back wages; naturally, he genuinely hopes they won't hurt him. But once the threat is gone, he won't think that way anymore. This is very similar to humans.

Fortunately, I am kind-hearted, so I will send you to the underworld to reunite.

These channels are all straight metal channels, which are a bit too slippery for humans, but seem to be just right for flies, whose claws allow them to easily perch on the channels.

As they fell, countless fly-men, their consciousness drained and only their bodies remaining, could be seen clinging to the pipes.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of their leader, the Dementors obediently made way, allowing Kree to proceed downwards.

It felt like stepping into the bottomless pit of Trap Mountain.

The smooth tunnels alone are thousands of meters long.

Below was a gleaming, slightly slippery activity room, where Kerry saw the place where they produced food to feed so many Flymen. They seemed to be eating some kind of extract capsules, and a few capsules per meal were enough to sustain them.

Next was their education room, where thousands of newly winged flies were receiving a uniform education. However, the room had already fallen, and the incomplete flies were fleeing in panic, while the Dementors were eager to grab them and give them a kiss.

As Kerry entered, the Fly-Men knelt down and pleaded with him, before being abducted by the Dementors.

Here, Kerry also encountered the first Fly Man dressed in a suit. This fly seemed to be making a final struggle, pulling out a syringe and inserting it into himself.

Kerry couldn't read Fly's expression, but he imagined it must be incredibly ferocious.

It uttered angry and broken English.