I'm the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic State!

Chapter 67 - Volume 4 Chapter 15 Nightmare

Volume 4 Chapter 15 Nightmare

A nightmare had appeared for the Berkley family.

“You can’t beat me with cheap knock-offs of Avid you fake bastards~!!!”

The black aircraft decorated with gold had large shields mounted on both of its shoulders.

The unusually large aircraft grabbed one of the Berkley family’s special mobile knights in its hand, using it as a shield as it charged towards a battleship– breaking straight through it.

The allied machine was destroyed.

But Avid was unscathed.

With the battleship exploding right behind it, Avid threw away what remained of the large aircraft like the garbage it now was.

Dolph’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

“So that’s the rumoured Avid?”

The new aircrafts from the First Weapons Factory didn’t stand a chance against it.

And on top of that, Liam was piloting it– a person considered an ace even among the best of knights.

He was one of the few people who could actually bring out Avid’s performance to its limits.

Dolph proceed to give out orders as the ship shook.

“Surround him and shoot him down!”

“I-it’s no good. Our allied aircrafts... aren’t able to keep up with it.”

Another video appeared in front of Dolph, showcasing a mobile knight wielding a large hatchet-like weapon in both its hands as it decimated his allies.

It moved violently, while a beastly battle cry could be heard in the background.

“YOU’RE IN MY WAY–!!!”

Both the ordinary mobile knights and the special models were scrapped one after another.

“Shit!”

Dolph wracked his brain on how to handle this situation, but unfortunately, the problem wasn’t going to just let him do that.

“Enemy aircraft incoming!”

Upon hearing the sorrowful screams of the operator, Avid violently landed on Dolph’s flagship.

Part of the ship’s armour was stripped bare, air and various liquids spouting from the gap.

Dolph moved to the front of the bridge, and took in the image of Avid wielding it’s large sword.

“LIAMMM!!!”

With hatred swelling in his heart, the surrounding debris of the destroyed battleships and mobile knights gathered on his flagship.

Wildly attaching themselves to it, eventually they started to take the shape of the upper half of a giant mobile knight.

“W-what’s happening?!”

Dolph was confused, but the guide standing next to him had a bitter expression on his face.

His teeth were clenched, blood was dripping from the edge of his mouth, and he was grasping at his chest.

“...why won’t you just die already?! Why must you... torment me so?!”

Liam’s feelings of gratitude were increasing.

No, Liam has always been grateful, but the power of it for some reason felt amplified this time, bringing the guide severe pain.

Squeezing out all he could muster, the guide resolved himself to crush Liam no matter what.

As Avid backed away from the flagship, he spread his arms out.

“So you still had a hidden ace up your sleeve! –looks like it’s finally time for me to use ‘that’!”

He seemed happy for some reason.

Dolph and the guide’s voices were one.

“LIAM, YOU BASTAAAARD!!!”

Manifesting within the guide’s hand was an object in the shape of a heart.

Pressing it against the flagship’s operation panel, cords stretched out of it and started corrupting the machinery.

They looked like blood vessels as they spread out, pulsating all the while.

“With this... you’ll definitely-!!!

It was an ancient artifact he found while he was traveling around.

When the giant mobile knight opened its mouth and roared, the ship began to shake erratically.

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Apparently, the Berkley family still had a trump card on them.

Assimilating the surrounding battleships and aircrafts, they had turned their flagship into a giant mobile knight.

Even if it was only the upper half of one, it was ridiculously large– the biggest target I’ve ever seen.

“Last time I couldn’t go all out, so it was an incomplete testrun. Avid... it’s finally time to show what happens when we’re serious.”

Touching the operation panel, a sound resounded out.

“–connected.”

After the short electronic message, a large magic circle appeared on Avid’s back.

From there a giant battleship manifested itself.

No– Avid’s true body had appeared.

What I was using right now was nothing but the core.

There was an idea that the Seventh Weapons Factory had given up on before.

They simply wanted to make a mobile knight with the performance and specs of a battleship.

Or should they make a battleship with the versatility of a mobile knight?

After that, they came up with the idea of combining an unmanned battleship with a mobile knight– and of course, that proposal was obviously rejected.

It’s no wonder.

That idea was too wasteful.

But you see, I was a man who loved wasteful things.

Cords extended from the magic circle towards Avid, energy flowing in with each part attached.

It wasn’t just weapons that were housed in Avid magic storage space.

The rest of Avid itself was there.

Avid was then sucked into the battleship that had manifested from the magic circle.

Storing Avid into its center, the battleship transformed and changed itself into a humanoid.

So wasteful. This was an overwhelmingly wasteful function.

“How is it?! This is a weapon created from the blood taxes squeezed from my territory!”

The monster in front of me was probably created from an artifact similar to my alchemy box.

But it was useless.

I’ve been vainly

All of them were lords that were Cashmiro’s enemies, the ones who chose to support Liam.

They might look a little rough, but they were all prime examples of what imperial nobles should be like.

Among them was Baron Exner.

“Baron Berkley. Your companions have told me that you instructed them to attack us.”

The aristocrats who sided with Cashmiro were their opponents.

But when they heard that Liam was the victor– they all immediately surrendered.

The eyepatched man crossed his arms.

“It was really refreshing to crush them!”

The grey-haired man added on,

“...by the way, how do plan to compensate us for all the damages you’ve caused?”

But before Cashmiro could say anything, an alarm resounded throughout the mansion.

And another call came in from one of his subordinates.

“Lord Cashmiro! T-thirty thousand of the Banfield house’s ships are invading us!”

Opening a nearby window and looking up at the sky, enough battleships to cover the sky had appeared.

They were descending one after another while releasing ground troops.

The territory’s interception systems were quickly destroyed, and the land squadrons began to enter the mansion.

His son was crying.

“Father! They’re coming!”

Cashmiro lost all the strength in his legs and collapsed to the floor.

“...cut off my head. Take it so you can start negotiations with the head of the Banfield house.”

“U-understood, father.”

Cashmiro’s son took out his gun to shoot him with trembling hands.

But that’s when infantry soldiers in powered suits burst into the room.

“Don’t move! If you resist, no mercy will be shown!”

It was a knight who was leading them.

Seeing the state Cashmiro was in, he immediately kicked armed son away.

Cashmiro was then taken into custody right after.

“Follow!”

While being violently pulled, Cashmiro called out to the knight,

“...with the kid– no, I want to begin negotiations with the head of the Banfield house.”