My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 153: Certain

"Eh? But my lord, I..."

Before Silas could finish his words, Elian stomped on the ground and braced his core. The massive weapons on his shoulders opened up. Silas, who saw the stance, frantically raised his shield to defend himself.

"Blockbuster."

For the third time today, Elian unleashed a hailstorm of rounds. Like baseball-sized meteors, they all flew and smashed against Silas’ defenses. The loud clangs and detonations were deafening, yet no one could look away.

When the salvo finally ended, Elian closed Blockbuster and looked at his opponent. Unlike before, his armor and shield didn’t have a single dent. Silas lowered his shield and exclaimed excitedly!

"My lord! This armor is even better than what I had before. From its stat boost to the way it hugs my body, this gear is beyond exceptional!"

But the Tyrant hardly replied to his opponent. Instead, he turned to his lover and announced for all to hear, "Darling. Please shoot him." If that was not enough, he also turned to the Flame Swallows perched on one of the low buildings.

"Burny. Take a hundred Swallows. And go."

"Wait! My lord! That is a bit too much!"

Ignoring Silas’ complaints, The Flame Swallow raised his wing and saluted, "Understood, my Tyrant!"

Thus, while the world grew confused, the Weapons moved. Bianca took out her beloved sniper rifle and spun it like a majorette. A picturesque scene of flaming swallows diving.

"Fralhame Lance Mode E! Firing!"

"FOR THE FIRE!!!"

"DIVE DIVE DIVE!"

****

All hell broke loose. Flames and mana saturated the entire area. In the middle of all of it was a Breaker hanging on for dear life. Ned, who saw the initiation, couldn’t help but chuckle.

"The armor blocks the heat, but it is still hot as heck."

His lover rested her head on Ned’s shoulder as she complained, "Your friend is too boorish, Needy. I get that he wishes to demonstrate the ability of the armor, but must he do so in such a dangerous manner?"

"Well, Elian is kinda crazy."

Charlotte nodded as she watched the spectacle. "Knowing that the armors of the Weapons have such power, it would be an absolute nightmare to enforce controls on it."

"Oh, you won’t have to worry about that," Ned smiled.

"Huh? Why?"

Ned raised his hand and flicked the armor around his hand, "Elian is one devious bastard. This Living Metal is his own body. He can separate it from him, but ultimately he controls everything. Killing anyone who wears this armor should be a piece of cake."

"WHAT?! Does that include you?" Charlotte quickly began to touch the armor around her lover and cried in panic, "Neddy! Remove that at once! What if that lunatic suddenly decides to kill you!"

But Ned chuckled and placed her hand on Charlotte’s face. "He won’t. He trusts me. And rather than borrowing the power of others, I would much rather borrow his."

The woman grabbed Ned’s hand and answered in a somber tone, "But, Neddy..."

"It’s fine, Lottie. Bianca and Elian will have our back. Do not worry." Ned looked at Charlotte’s hand as he made a stern vow. "Besides, if the coming battles are truly on the level Elian says, I need power to protect you."

"Fine...but you must be careful, okay?"

"I will."

****

When Silas’ the grand baptismal finally ended, the surroundings were charred black. Much like Ned before, his armor was damaged but still in one piece. Silas could not escape unscathed and had his flesh burned, with some of it melting.

Despite his grim state, his eyes were shining with excitement. "My lord, this armor performs on a level unlike any other. Normally, I should already be dead. This is fantastic!"

Elian smiled. He threw another high-ranked potion to Silas and waved his hand. Within an instant, the melted and broken armor mended itself. With the flames from the assault still present, the Tyrant drew closer and placed his hand on Silas’ shoulder.

"Yeah, the armor negates mana and has high resistance to impact. I am glad you like it. It’s yours now. In the future, you will be one of our knights."

"Thank you, my lord."

Elian nodded, "And I also want you to train my brother."

"Ho? Is it Mr. Patel?"

"Yes, he will be the shield of my faction. Much like you were the one for yours."

"Such expectations make me curious about his capabilities."

"Yeah, he’s awesome," Elian called to Ned and Charlotte, who came over.

"Ned, I found you a tutor. Learn as much as you can from him."

"Alright. Thanks, Elian," his friend replied.

Charlotte went into full negotiator mode and has already tried to get Silas on her side.

"Sir Silas, Charlotte Daniels. I am Neddy’s significant other. Please let me know if there is anything that you might need. As the faction’s First Knight, Katri and I will support you."

"Ah, yes. I have long heard of you, Ms. Daniels. The rumors do not seem to do justice to your beauty."

"Oh, quite a charmer are you?" Charlotte replied with a slight blush.

Annoyed, Ned got in between the two and snapped, "Ease up, old man. Lottie is mine! I won’t give her up no matter how suave you are!"

"Hoho! I am happily married, Mr. Patel. I am not interested in Ms. Daniels in that manner."

Elian could only chuckle softly as he saw the people in his group mingle. They would be the core of his power. Katri was still answering some questions for the reporters and the streamer. Meanwhile, Bianca was petting Burny, who seemed sad for some reason.

Upon remembering the Flame Swallows, Elian pulled out the four Knight monster cores, Flare’s monster core, and Sunny’s. He was about to light them up, but then felt a flapping of wings coming down from above.

It was the moth-like insect hybrid from Virexar, Yearns.

"My Tyrant, your servant Yearns has returned."

Upon the eerie-looking monster, those around Elian turned quiet. The cameramen, in particular, switched immediately to watch what was about to unfold.

Elian was about to ask about her escorts but saw a Beowolf jumping down from high above. It was one of Silent’s assassin types, one that Elian even named: Stil.

The last command Elian gave Yearns and Stil was to find any and all alien spies in this city. A task that carried a great sense of foreboding. But something that needed to be done.

"Did you find any?" Elian asked.

Stil nodded as she replied, "Yes, we found nine. From three different worlds." The Beowolf’s paws began to leak Living Metal until a large spill was under her. From there, humans who had their limbs tied up rose from the Living Metal.

Yearns gestured to the humans in order.

"Three are from my home planet Virexar, three are offshoots from Karnathi, while the last three are snakes from Ysh-Natul."

Elian’s eyebrows furrowed. The men and women Yearn’s brought before him all looked normal. Even when he used the system Scan, the information he saw said they were human.

"You’re certain?"

As the three planets Yearns mentioned were dungeons close to Crestfall city, it made sense for the spies to be there. But Elian knew he could not let such people roam free. The fact that Yearns even joined him was a boon in itself.

"I am, my Tyrant. If you terminate them, their bodies should revert to their real ones."

"And why can I not see their true natures even with a scan?" Elian asked in confusion.

"That is mostly because of their talents. It is common for higher-end Dungeons to send spies out using puppets to blend in. I only found them as I am the same."

Elian looked at Stil for confirmation.

"I am certain she is telling the truth, my Tyrant."

"Very well, I guess it was going to come to this point one way or another," the Tyrant declared.

Both Still and Yearns tilted their heads in confusion. But Elian moved faster than anyone could see. In one swift move, he buried Pile Revolver in the chest of the first spy and fired.

Helplessly, the man’s body exploded; his limbs all flew apart in a bloody flower. But apart from the graphic execution, the people gasped for a different reason. The man’s body transformed from humanoid to something like a dragonfly.

Although the spy was dead, everyone around, including Elian, grew more curious about his abrupt change. The other spies who watched their fellow spy kick the bucket began to beg and rage.

"WAIT! THIS IS INHUMANE! I DEMAND A TRIAL!"

"DO YOU NOT HAVE A CONSCIENCE? THIS IS WRONG!"

But against all their words, Elian responded with only two actions. Slamming Pile Revolver’s stake into the spy’s chest and exploding them from the inside out. When all nine lay dead, various alien monsters lay present for the world to see.

The ones from Karnathi looked like treants, dryads, and wood nymphs. Those from Ysh-Natul were humanoids who had snake-like lower halves. Men and women, no matter what they said or did, were all executed in the same manner.

Katri and her cameramen could only gulp in nervousness as Elian flicked away the blood and ichor from his weapon. Like a machine, the Tyrant moved with a single-minded focus that caught everyone off guard.

Even Ned, Charlotte, and Silas froze in their tracks. In moments like this, the world was reminded that the one who saved Crestfall City was no hero, but a Tyrant.

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