Chapter 540: 37 Open
Chapter 540: 37 Open
"Hiccup..."
After another belch filled with alcohol, Leon bent down and picked up the head of a plump female cleaner who was screaming. He tossed it into a pile of heads belonging to cleaners from the Gemini Bureau, then crossed his arms and shouted with a drunken slur, "Anyone else?"
"Speak up!"
"Is that all from the Gemini Bureau?"
"..."
Facing Leon's drunken rampage, the heads of the Gemini Bureau cleaners shrank back, their eyes averted. Not a single one dared to look him in the eye.
They knew they couldn't win.
The strongest aberration, capable of annihilating six legions in an instant, had been sealed by the 'Secret Pin' beforehand. Yet, the Level 3 cleaner before them, who had supposedly joined the force just three months ago, displayed a despair-inducing level of suppression.
Everywhere on the battlefield, no matter how small the reflective surface, there was a chance for a hand holding a knife to emerge and slice any cleaner lingering nearby in two.
Even destroying all reflective surfaces in the vicinity was futile. The terrifying arm and blade could even emerge from their own pupils, directly severing any body within their line of sight.
The moment that silver, gleaming little knife created even the slightest hairline scratch on someone's body, whether they had an aberration protecting them or not, they would be instantly sliced in two, their severed remains screaming in terror.
In contrast, all their attacks on him lost effect the moment they made contact, unable to inflict even a sliver of damage.
Direct aberration attacks, indirect meteorites, controlling soldiers to fire at him while unconscious, and even insidious soul pollution—all proved ineffective!
His swaying body didn't seem to be an immortal body that could recover from injuries, but rather a complete damage exemption, erasing all harm without reason. After a long fight, not a single hair was out of place.
What was the point of continuing this fight? Even if they knew that such a powerful ability had its limits, whether it be a cap on damage absorption or a time limit, waiting it out would eventually lead to victory.
But knowing what to do and having the ability to do it were two different things. With their attacks ineffective and unable to withstand his blows, all they could do was wait for death that seemed inevitable.
...
This was truly absurd.
Not only were the cleaners from the Gemini Bureau stunned, but the three cleaners from the Scorpio Bureau in Leon's stomach were also frozen by his seemingly invincible fighting style.
The cleaners from the Gemini Bureau were no weaklings, each possessing unique main aberrations. Yet, facing a total of over fifty aberrations, even if their own Director Edward were here, he would likely be overwhelmed.
Even the strongest cleaners struggled to manage everything at once, leaving some weaknesses exposed. Targeting these vulnerabilities could easily lead to their downfall. But Leon didn't even attempt to block or dodge; he stood his ground and took the hits.
With a simple swing of his hand, the attacking cleaner would fall to the ground screaming. From the start of the battle to its end, he hadn't moved from his initial position, his feet not taking a single step.
This meant that even Level 2 cleaners of the same rank as them didn't have the qualification to make him budge.
All they could say was that he was a monster who could take on six 'True God-level' missions in three months. He was no longer on the same level as them; compared to the likes of Bureau Chiefs, he only lacked a bit in Leon value.
What was even more terrifying to contemplate was that Leon, who had achieved such a formidable record, had his strongest aberration sealed. If the Black Sheep hadn't been pinned down, and he had used his other six abilities to fight one-on-one, could he even challenge Director Edward?
"Hmph, pathetic."
After two rounds of questioning, Lyon, whose self-control had significantly diminished, looked at the group of cleaners in front of him, their eyes darting about in confusion. He hummed and patted his stomach.
"Senior Frankie, help me tie them up."
"Sure thing!"
Although Lyon's address was still polite, upon hearing his words, Frankie unconsciously shivered slightly, as if he had received an order. He quickly pulled the fishing line, binding together over twenty cleaners who were in pieces, and handed the end of the line to Lyon.
Just as Lyon was about to pull the line to bring them over, the two dozen heads that were groaning suddenly stopped all movement. Their necks stiffened, and one of the heads, with a blank expression, spoke up:
"Mr. Lyon, are you interested in having a chat with me?"
"?"
Upon hearing the cleaner's question, Lyon raised an eyebrow, pondering for a moment before tentatively asking:
"Are you... the one controlling these cleaners?"
"Yes."
The head that had spoken first remained silent, while another head moved slightly and smiled, revealing a hint of its teeth. "My name is Artifex 00. You can call me Artifex directly."
Artifex 00?
Hearing Artifex 00's words, Lyon, currently under the influence of the [Immortal in Wine] state and not at his sharpest, furrowed his brows and asked directly:
"Who are you? And what is your relationship with Artifex 01?"
"I am the first prototype of soul encoding technology and the creator of Artifex 01. As for my specific identity... I was once a member of the Corrok Royal Family. I am Andrew's aunt, and the captured Felicia is my niece."
Andrew's aunt? Does that mean she predates Felicia and was the first person to be turned into an automaton?
Upon hearing this, Lyon fell silent for a moment before asking:
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Actually, it's not much. I just wanted to give you a heads-up."
After surveying the situation around them, another cleaner's head spoke up:
"You're even more formidable than I anticipated. Although Andrew has other tricks up his sleeve, according to my calculations, his chances of winning against you are only 30%. So, to prevent him from winning and settling scores with me, I decided to give you a warning."
"Why is it 30%?"
At this point, Lyon didn't respond immediately, but the female cleaner, Mona, inside his stomach, couldn't help but stick her head out, her face full of confusion as she asked:
"How can your chances be only 30% when the Royal Legion has already lost, and the controlled cleaners from the Gemini Bureau have been defeated?"
"No, that's not it."
The fourth cleaner shook his head, looking at the female cleaner's soul in surprise, and then explained with a smile:
"Andrew's chances of winning are 70%, and yours are only 30%."
"..."
"Don't ask why, please. I'm still under Andrew's control. If I truly betray him, I'll be forced to shut down."
The fifth cleaner's head sighed regretfully and said sincerely:
"Good luck. If you can't push Andrew to the brink, I might be in trouble."
(End of Chapter)
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