Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?

Chapter 1641 - 1641: Kicking the Hornet's Nest with an Iron Boot

[Is it just me or are we returning to convoluted planning again?] Hurricroak asked her fellow kaijin. [Because this feel entirely convoluted.][In fairness, this entire situation is convoluted as fuck.] Razorstella pointed out. [We're like...three betrayals in. Maybe four? Are we counting Father Free Love and Deacon Decapitation as being separate instances or the same instance?]

[You do realize that neither of those titles apply to Hulna and Feroxxa, right?] Screamira pointed out. [I think they're both abbots.]

[Abbot Free Love and Abbot Decapitation don't... actually, they sound fairly okay,] Razorstella realized. [Either way, are we counting their betrayals as being the same instance or not?]

[I'm fairly certain we're counting them as separate instances from one another,] Springerdermain answered. [Because they got entirely different end goals despite working with similar bastards.]

[Fair enough.]

[Wait...so what's the plan exactly?] Corpse Doll asked. [I thought we were doing this all subtle-like until it inevitably turns into an all out blowout like last time, er, the last few times.]

[Our Lord, this time around, has actually gotten sick of that being the case,] Nepherage answered. [Which is why he decided to...what was the phrase that the curators used again?]

[Kicking... the... hornet's nest,] Frosttusk rumbled as he answered the query pose, [with an iron boot.]

...I wonder what that boot is exactly...

Zhen Liu quickly skimmed through the letter he had written one last time for any possible spelling errors, grammatical errors, and little mistakes that would get his ass called out immediately by anyone if they knew what to look for.

Thankfully, there weren't any such issues.

"Good."

With a snap of his fingers to get into the right headspace, Zhen Liu called out to the kaijin to make this delivery from hell.

'Springerdermain, Hurricroak, Blazejudvietor. Come to me so that you may deliver these letters to a bunch of old fucks who are about to be left in closed baskets at their own funeral.'

[As you wish!]

... We're now going to skip time a little...

"What the fuck is this?!" Galban shouted at the top of his shrill lungs. "I thought you said this place was hidden!"

"It is!"

"Then why did we receive this threatening letter?!" Galban continued to shout.

Prince Lofaro, Prince Galban, and Prince Lauvanne had more or less settled into the hidden raiding camp that General Legante had established, to the point where they now felt comfortable enough to occasionally leave said camp and scout around the area or Emberona with the confidence that they wouldn't get caught.

And that, even if they did get caught, that they would be able to escape out of sight and out of mind.

However, that assumption was flipped over like a turtle in the desert sun the moment they had collectively received...a letter.

A letter that, after a quick read, essentially called them out for everything they had been doing for the past month or so.

Needless to say, such a letter was enough to make the princes and general a little...worried.

"Did anyone report anything suspicious or off?" Lauvanne asked. "Anything at all?"

"No, milord," General Legante answered. "As far as I know, as far as the soldiers know, everything today had been exactly as it been for the past few days. No one tripped out alarms, and no one saw anyone enter the camp."

"Does this mean we have a traitor in our midst?"

"I don't think that's the case," Legante assured his liege. "You know how meticulous we are at preventing information leaks and how thorough we are at preparing defenses."

"Then that means that this signature at the end is the truth," Lofarro said after looking over the letter a few more times and running his senses over it a couple of times. "This letter was sent to us by the fabled Kaijin Lord."

"Oh no..."

As imperial heirs of the Erupting Dawn Empire, they were given a formal education on not just general subjects, but of the secrets of this world that most peasants would consider nothing more than myth and rumor.

One such secret was the history of the Kaijin Lords.

Through the efforts of multiple scholars and warriors of grand renown, the Erupting Dawn Empire managed to gather information on the various Kaijin Lords that originated from the Dozing Salamander continent.

The names changed, so did the methodology, but there was one thing that was agreed upon every single record in regards to these fabled warriors.

While they were technically defeatable, the cost of doing so was... cataclysmic.

It was actually a proverb amongst nobility that if one wanted to ensure the ruin of a rival, have them find the Kaijin Lord.

And now, this Avatar of ruin had sent them a letter.

"Are...are we sure it isn't fake?" Galban asked. "I mean anyone can claim they're the Kaijin Lord, it doesn't mean that they actually are."

"Galban, even I know you're not that blind when it comes to secondary senses," Lauvanne chided his older brother. "There's an unfathomably strange energy attached and an energy as ancient as the [Sacred Flame]. No conman can fake that."

"Err..."

The princes weren't used to being caught off guard like this, and it pissed the everliving hell out of them.

But at the same time...this was an opportunity.

If they got their hands on the [Hearth Tender Trio], the treasures that could control the [Sacred Flame] then they could save their father.

Or...perhaps... succeed him?

The brothers were silent as they thought about the implications of this letter and what their next course of action was going to be.

Eventually, they came to one conclusion.

"General Legante, choose five of your most elite warriors from the army and have them come with us alongside a squad of Raidmen. We're going to meet with this Kaijin Lord head on!"

"At once, your highness!"

...Meanwhile, in the other side of a proverbial wall...

"..."

"..."

"Well...fuck."

In a chamber hidden beneath the city of Emberona, Hulna and Feroxxa were reading over the letters that had mysteriously appeared upon their desks in the presence of the offshoot flame.

They had done so because of not only the content of the letter, but the influences they could feel imprinted on it.

The offshoot flame confirmed that the energies on the letter belonged to both the [Hearth Tender Trio] and the Kaijin Lord without a shadow of a doubt.

This should've been good news to the duo, as this meant that they could finally achieve their goal of securing the treasures needed for the offshoot flame to supplant the [Sacred Flame] and change the Theocracy from the ground up.

However, this also meant that their individual grand ambitions to get rid of the other and possibly enslave the offshoot flame to their will had been more or less obliterated.

The two of them also couldn't help but to notice a teeny, tiny little detail about the letter that seemed oddly relevant to themselves, but kept quiet as they didn't want to arouse the suspicion of the other.

The offshoot flame, however, had no such compunction.

If anything, it was absolutely ecstatic at the news.

(Note that the [Flame of Ambition] isn't actually talking.)

My disciples, the time has come. It's time to release the true power of the False Guards.

"Are you sure?"

"Didn't we want to save them for the final battle with the Empire forces?"

This is a moment where we can finally overthrow my pallid predecessor. If we don't go all out now, we might not get another chance.

The offshoot flame suddenly changed color and release several tendril of flames towards the collection of standing corpse warriors before settling upon four.

These four, unlike the rest of the False Guards, actually appeared to be quite unique in comparison.

Their build were more varies, their features more defined, but one could tell at a glance that these corpse warriors were of the highest quality.

Then again, it was kind of hard not to get a quality from a former Aether Lord. On top of that, this particular batch of False Guards had already been through the wringer a few times, so their abilities had been honed to an incredibly high quality.

Hulna. Feroxxa. Follow my lead.

"By your will."

Hulna and Feroxxa both produced balls of personalized flame and coordinated with the offshoot flame to release streams of power that infused themselves into the four selected False Guards.

The corpses began to convulse and jerk under the infusion, but this only lasted for a few seconds, to a minute at most.

"Grr...gah..."

"Ba..."

"RAAAAAAH!"

After that minute had passed, four incredibly powerful False Guards were born.

Their former allegiances didn't matter, their past lives leading up to this moment no longer mattered.

For all intents and purposes, they were now loyal warriors to the offshoot flame.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say, that they were extensions of the flame itself.

It's time for war, my disciples. And this time, I shall win.