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“It seems to be starting.”

Yurnet, standing next to me, said.

Looking at the map, hundreds of red dots were approaching.

A voice loud enough to tear the eardrums shook the bridge.

[Jackal777 : What? Why there’s only one ship from Niflheimr?]

[avaescort : Did they really come to surrender?]

[gkk0113 : ???? Really???]

[craywolf3153 : Waited all day for this!]

[Goldspoon : Lol, even Loki has given up! Money solves everything.]

The chat on the right side of my vision was updating rapidly.

In the midst of it, I noticed a familiar ID.

[WindFlow : Go Loki!!!!]

[Iselle0479 : You must win at all costs~~~~!]

“…”

Weird people are watching.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

“Yurnet.”

“Yes.”

“Tell them to turn off the broadcast.”

Yurnet nodded and sent a proposal.

Of course, the response was rejection and mockery.

“They refused.”

“Then there’s nothing we can do.”

The Solidarity mobilized 600 airships and close to 4,000 heroes.

In contrast, I only dispatched Brünhilde01. In terms of fleet battle, we were no match. No matter how good Brünhilde’s performance was, it couldn’t overcome the disparity of hundreds to one.

On Oneinch TV, chats expressing disappointment in me were running in a series.

When the broadcast manager of the Union Guild conveyed that Loki asked to turn off the broadcast, the reactions became even more heated.

I harbored a smirk.

They get excited quickly and cool down just as fast.

The opposite was true as well. Today would be the same.

“Talkative, aren’t they.”

Ridgion laughed coldly.

I leaned back in my chair.

To my left was Yurnet, to my right Ridgion, and behind me, Nihaku.

Just three people.

‘Hmm.’

The distance to the fleet was closing.

The current time was 8 PM. The time posted in the declaration of war.

Hundreds of airships had surrounded Brünhilde01.

“Here they come.”

Light began to gather at the gun ports of the airships to the left.

Like the Milky Way, a white light lit up. It was a volley from the entire fleet.

“Yurnet, I have a question.”

I sat in my chair and spoke.

“Yes.”

“Why did you call me? I’m useless.”

“That’s because… we wanted to show you how we fight.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes.”

Hundreds of beams of light covered my vision.

And when I opened my eyes.

“…”

I found myself in an unfamiliar place.

A circular area, reminiscent of a sports field.

Dozens of control devices and people filled every seat.

“We’ve arrived.”

Yurnet spoke.

“Achilles, was it?”

“Yes. The flagship of the Union Guild.”

Yurnet had teleported us inside the enemy’s flagship, bypassing kilometers of distance.

“No response from the enemy! Sunk!”

“Uhahaha! How arrogant. Just one ship? We’ll advance as is. Attack Niflheimr!”

A man who appeared to be the captain laughed heartily.

While he was chatting with the crew, his gaze suddenly turned towards us.

“We are invincible… Huh? You, what are you doing here! How did you get in?”

“I was wondering if someone was here.”

The door opened, and a man with sharp eyes walked in.

He had three swords at his waist.

“I knew it wouldn’t end like this. You’ve come, Loki’s hounds.”

The blond man sneered coldly.

Shadows of dozens of heroes rose behind him on the bridge.

‘Are they the top heroes of the Union Guild?’

A blade-like aura emanated from the man.

The others were the same. It was clear. Each was a powerhouse that had reached the pinnacle of the 6-star realm.

“Uhahaha, I don’t know how you got here, but you’ve come to find your way to the afterlife! Take them down!”

“Hey, captain.”

“Huh?”

“Quiet”

“W-what?”

“These guys are my prey alone. Don’t interfere.”

The blond man continued.

“I am Schutra, the White Sword King. And you are…”

Schutra’s gaze shifted to Ridigion.

A confident smile hung on his lips.

“I’ve heard much about you, Sword Demon. I shall take that false title from you.”

“Sword Demon?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Ridigion smiled broadly.

Well, anyway.

‘The White Sword King.’

I’ve read about him in reports.

A master of swordsmanship who has never lost in a hundred duels.

It’s said that the heroes gave him the name ‘White Sword King’ out of horror.

“Die! The title of Mobius’s supreme swordsman is mine!”

Schutra’s hand moved towards his scabbard, and with dazzling speed, his sword was drawn.

His swordsmanship was so fast that it was almost imperceptible. Without extraordinary perception, it would have been impossible to catch.

“White Sword King.”

“…Hmm?”

“May I borrow your sword?”

Ridigion appeared in front of Schutra and snatched the sword from his hand.

Then, a streak of sword light flashed across the bridge.

Following that, 25 crew members.

19 of the guard forces, many of whom were 6-star heroes.

Including other personnel, a total of 47 heroes were instantly reduced to chunks of meat.

“…Huh?”

Schutra dumbfoundedly stared at the cleared bridge.

Ridigion returned the sword to Schutra’s scabbard.

“It served me well. A fine sword indeed.”

“Yes, it was.”

Yurnet frowned.

“Blood splattered. In front of the Master.”

“My apologies.”

In front stood the captain, with a baffled expression.

‘That’s why I told you to turn off the broadcast.’

If the pay-to-win players get slaughtered live, wouldn’t the game’s sales plummet?

I walked past the captain with a smile.

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