My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 131: Welcome

As the world watched, thousands of invaders all rose up once more. Once enemies of the Weapons they now stood cut from the same cloth. Having bodies of metal and eyes of glowing embers.

In silence they waited, their numbers enough to give the actual invaders pause. The humans present all had conflicting thoughts about the matter. Some celebrated the arrival of a powerful Earth faction, one that stood to defend them when all others had fled.

But some knew that things were not so simple.

For one, there were humans among the Weapons. And they were treated the same as the monsters. Fear and paranoia began to spread among the people. However, most could not even voice them out.

"What if they turn on us next?" they thought. "What if they abandon us?" others fretted. For such reasons, everyone stood silently both in terror and awe. This was the turning point. The Crucible would never be the same—whether the galaxy was ready or not.

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"Wow," Elian remarked.

"Indeed." His lover replied, "a sight like this inspires either majesty, comfort, or terror."

"Which do you feel, Bianca?"

"Personally? I feel comfort. Why would I feel anything else? This army is ours. A fighting force created to protect our family. They are my pride and joy."

Elian couldn’t help but brush the back of his head. Bianca’s words resonated with him. The Weapons were something he envisioned. But to see it come to life was truly something special.

And I am just getting started.

The Tyrant marveled at the vast army he had assembled. It was far more numerous than he expected from one battle. While Weapons were for the most part alien, he felt a connection to each and every one.

They weren’t like organic beings—they were tools. A single command from him, and they would kill their targets with brutal efficiency. Even if the Newbies were still stupid, they were more than enough to butcher humans.

I can understand why anyone would be terrified of them.

Even the humans turned silent. The numbers were unsettling, and they did not die. If Elian wanted to take Crestfall City by force, no one could stop him. They knew it as much as he did.

And right now, without the big three, they were like sheep in front of wolves. They did not even have the assurance that Elian would not attack them.

If early in the battle the Weapons fought trying to contain the threat, now such things were not needed. They already surrounded the portal in uncountable waves—tens of thousands strong.

One put together to butcher an entire city. And now—it was his.

The other three factions ran. It might have been a ploy, but the outcome was that they fled. But his faction. The one he created with Bianca, not only stopped it but took the power as their own.

"Stand down. If they attack, kill them all."

Like a whisper, Elian’s words traveled through the army of metal and soul. And within an instant, the battlefield turned silent. The Invaders who appreciated the respite quickly retreated back to the areas around the portal.

Elian’s army watched in eerie silence as more bubbles popped from the gate. Their black bodies gleamed beneath the moon, eyes like torches in the dark.

The sound of heavy footsteps broke Elian from his trance. Stil, who was by his side, suddenly kneeled in reverence to the one who arrived.

"Son-in-law. Where have you been? I called for you ages ago," the newcomer complained.

"I apologize, mother-in-law; I had a few things to sort out. Stil said you have something for me?"

Silent tilted her head, "Stil?" she then scanned the wolf with Elian and smiled in glee, "I see. You have received a name, wonderful, my child. Congratulations!"

The smaller wolf fidgeted in place and nodded frantically, "Yes, Lady Silent. The Tyrant saw it fit to grant me a name. I am now Stiletto."

The former Snow Wolf Alpha came closer and nuzzled Stil as a mother would.

"I can see that. I am happy for you Stil, I wish for you a life of purpose and joy."

"Uhm... yes, Lady Silent. Thank you."

She looks like someone who is talking to her favorite idol, Elian thought with a chuckle.

Like a doting mother, Silent nuzzled Stiletto for a few more seconds before exclaiming in panic.

"Ah! I almost forgot, Son-in-law, I got you something."

She then flicked her backside and threw a human bound by her tail towards Elian. It was a woman in her mid-twenties; she was wearing an office suit and a pair of glasses. But that wasn’t what caught Elian’s eye. It was what her information displayed after a scan.

"You’re not human."

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Name: Yearns for the light of night (F)

Talent: Radical (B)

World: Virexar

Species: Insect (Filamentian)

Class: Tidal Swarm Anchor

Lvl: 52 (Peak Radiant)

HP: 134,000/134,000 | MP: 230,000/230,000

Strength: E | Intelligence: A | Agility: B

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The woman didn’t say anything but simply sat down in silence. Elian turned to his mother-in-law awaiting an explanation.

"We found her hiding among the humans. My hunch was right. Invasions are costly; if one does not have a good reason, most worlds would not initiate one," Silent explained.

"But didn’t you also say they’re inevitable?"

The metal wolf shook its head and gazed deep into the Tyrant’s eyes, "An invasion has only one of two reasons. Conquest and Vengeance. It is a common tactic to mask your true intentions. More informed worlds hide spies to determine which to use."

Elian began to wonder. In the wars amongst humans, conquest only happened when there was something a group had that another wanted. Normally, it was land or a resource tied to survival, so wars would be the natural result.

But if it wasn’t vital? Few would risk losing a large part of their people for a stupid reason. Following Silent’s reasoning, then Virexar used the spy to make it appear that the invasion was for him.

If Elian had left—just like everyone expected—they could have seized what they needed anyway, even in defeat. That wasn’t conquest. It was something else.

Why bother with all of that?

Elian turned back to look at the large city behind him. He had expected the crucible to be simply wars of conquest. The presence of this insect before him changed that. The Tyrant’s blood raced. What if the insects were after something he wasn’t aware of?

Kneeling down, Elian grabbed the mouth of the woman and turned his other hand into a blade. "Tell me what you want. Now."

The spy looked at the blade coming for her left eye and took a deep breath.

"There is no need for this tyrant. I came to Silent willingly. I have come to offer you a deal."

Elian’s eyebrows furrowed and increased the strength of his grip. "You do not seem to understand your position at this moment. I talk, you answer."

"Fine. What do you wish to know?" the woman said without fear.

"If I am not the goal of this invasion, then what is?"

"The Psychomancer."

"Huh?"

"Virexar wants to capture the Psychomancer and breed her by any means necessary."

[Talent: Adamant – activated. Elian Reed is now immune to fear and psychological effects so long as the Talent remains active.]

At the woman’s words, Elian’s body began to shake. His jacket and skin began to ripple. The visage that he was human fell apart as blades and spikes abruptly came out of his neck and face. And what’s more. Every weapon in the entire field did the same.

Screeek! Clack. Schiiing! Schfft.

Every inch of Living Metal resonated with Elian’s will. A cacophony of sounds arrived as fiery emotions. Silent quickly got in between him and the spy. Her soothing voice echoed amidst the destructive chorus of violence.

"Son-in-law, focus. We will protect her. I give you my word."

Elian was about to retort when his lover’s voice resonated in his mind.

"Sigh. Look at you."

Less than a second later, a familiar cold wrapped around Elian’s neck.

"All that power—and still the same impulsive, silly boy I met in that cave."

Elian took a deep breath and the rippling stopped. With a cold, machine-like voice he spoke to the spy.

"Explain quickly, before I decide to destroy your world."

Those present knew the weight of that single statement. The spy who trembled at the sight of Elian’s face erupting in swords nodded. She quickly shed her skin like a robe, freeing her from the restraints.

Her true form was a voluptuous human-like appearance. But she had skin that was translucent, with the veins under her body visible underneath. The red blood ran contrastingly to her pale flesh. The insect’s red, hair-like nerves snaked across her body like a thin bikini.

The same red tendril-like hairs rose from her hands, eyes, and torso. A pair of gorgeous wings that had the same characteristics as her body sprang up. Revealing her appearance, the Virexan Anchor quickly knelt and frantically declared.

"Tyrant! I am Yearns for the light of night, a Filamentian. Please call me Yearns. Help me stage an uprising and crown me as Tyrant of Virexar, and my world will serve you."

"I don’t give a crap about your problems. Tell me about your race’s obsession with my woman."

Although ignored, Yearns nodded meekly and elaborated further.

"The current Tyrant of Virexar aims to become immortal. Psychomancers are a race thought to be extinct. It is not just us. Should you fight in the crucible. Many will covet what is yours."

Hearing the warning, Elian gritted his teeth and snarled, "They’re welcome to try."