YM778.TV Chapter 256: Clone action
Swoosh!
Before he could finish his sentence, the swordsman had already swung his golden blade. The leader\'s body was instantly split into four parts, blood gushing onto the already shattered city streets.
"Attack!" shouted one of the captains, leading the army in a charge.
The creatures leaped forward, unleashing their full strength, ready to strike down the man who had just destroyed their leader in a single slash.
Swoosh… Swoosh… Swoosh!
In an instant, ten lethal slashes flew without mercy, eliminating every creature that approached. The army fell helplessly, most not even having time to react or defend themselves.
"Weak," the Lein clone stated coldly.
He looked around, scanning for other threats. In the distance, he sensed a faint aura from another creature, apparently at a Tier-3 level. A faint smile appeared on the Lein clone\'s face, and he opened a new crack leading to where the creature was.
In a location far from the clone\'s position, an old man with a short staff sat comfortably on a plush sofa in a room almost in ruins.
His gaze lingered greedily on the young human women standing nearby, one servant fanning him gently while another fed him fresh wine.
"Ahh… these humans are quite alluring," the old man muttered with a sly grin, his eyes glinting with lust.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, halting his servants. His face tensed as if sensing something unusual.
Tsk!
A golden sword suddenly pierced his heart directly. The old man slumped, dead in an instant without a chance to fight back.
"Ahhh!" The women servants screamed in terror. They ran away, frightened and trying to escape.
The Lein clone appeared on the highway filled with debris, where he had just opened the portal. His eyes narrowed as he looked toward the building where the old man had been.
"Old, yet still playing with the young," he said mockingly.
He controlled the golden sword from a distance, unwilling to waste time watching the old man revel in his depraved pleasures.
The clone\'s gaze then shifted, scanning other locations around the battlefield. He pinpointed several areas emanating strong concentrations of enemy auras.
"One… two… three…" he murmured, marking each distant target.
He extended his hand, summoning three golden swords that floated in the air, spinning around him. His eyes sharpened as he directed the swords toward the three marked points.
"Fly!" he commanded firmly.
The three swords shot high into the air, moving like lightning toward their respective targets. They struck precisely without pause, piercing buildings, walls, or whatever stood in their way.
In an instant, three leaders from the alien race scattered on the same island as the Lein clone perished simultaneously, never having the chance to sense the incoming, remotely controlled weapons.
This kind of devastation was not only happening on this island. On other islands also visited by Lein\'s clones, similar destruction unfolded.
Some of the more destructive Lein clones even annihilated entire islands to wipe out the alien creatures to their very roots. They didn\'t hesitate to erase every living being there, especially since the remaining humans were very few, most having perished in the enemy invasion.
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Lein, currently at the city hall, received notifications of the kills carried out by his clones.
[killing alien creature, level difference too large, NO EXP]
[killing alien creature, level difference too large, NO EXP]
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He sat relaxed behind the leader\'s desk, reviewing the battle reports from the past day.
Yes, it had only been one day since the inter-race war event concluded. Lein had spent his time promoting, especially during the soul formation stage.
"Casualties are quite high," Lein murmured, glancing lightly at the significant death toll—nearly 20% of humanity\'s population.
He continued reading through several more pages of reports. These reports typically covered the current conditions of the islands, the citizens, alliances, and information on the alien creatures.
From the reports Lein received, the highest level of the invading aliens was only Tier-3. It was strongly suspected that the portals they created to penetrate the divine sky realm could only be passed through by creatures up to Tier-3. Higher levels would be rejected.
"How powerful are the leaders behind these people?" Lein wondered, intrigued.
He felt no fear at this point; with his King level, he could stand confidently among the realm\'s leaders
Lein continued turning the report pages until near the end, his interest piqued. He read carefully and attentively.
What he was reading was a report on the alliances he had helped, or more precisely, those supported by the World Market Trade alliance. Lein had previously requested their assistance in choosing him as Guardian.
Everyone had agreed to Lein\'s proposal without exception. Even top alliances like the United States, Russia, and China had approved Lein\'s proposal.
And why wouldn\'t they? With Lein\'s assistance and the power of his alliance, those leaders not only gained the advantage of support from the World Market Trade alliance but also forged a friendship by agreeing to Lein\'s request to be chosen as Guardian.
As Lein was about to turn to the next page, his notification screen blinked. A new message appeared.
- (Cute cat) Big brother, we\'re coming home soon. Want us to get anything?
Lein looked at the message for a moment, then smiled slightly. His mind drifted back to a few hours ago at the Teleportation Hub, when Nita had irritably refused his usual hug. And now, she was offering to bring him food.
"Still so childish…" he murmured, a faint smile on his face.
Lein mulled over what food might be suitable.
"Fried rice?" he whispered, but then shook his head, "too ordinary…"
"Cheese cassava?" his thoughts shifted again.
"Durian soup?"
One by one, his choices didn\'t feel quite right. Finally, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, deciding not to overthink it. Lein opened the chat and typed a brief reply, "Anything."
It didn\'t take long for Nita to respond with a simple message, "OK."