Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1510: Dominance of the Zone

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Note that the following Chapter is going to be mostly in Scorch Speech, so regular dialogue markers will be used in place of (^^).

We now return to your regularly scheduled Chapter.

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The City Lord and his fellow warriors were debating between themselves whether they should go down the pit entirely, stop at its perimeter, or linger in the air until they could figure out the best course of action.

Clearly, someone was responsible for this destruction. However, the question remained whether or not the responsible party was somebody that they could reasonably bring to heel and punish appropriately.

Disciples were warriors that had been bestowed [Law], and the only type of people who would bestow [Law] freely were usually Aether Demigods or powerful Aether Saints. In other words, the type of people who were usually on everyone’s "Do not fuck with" list.

The Dozing Salamander continent alone was home to several viciously powerful Aether Demigods, anyone of which would be a pain in the ass to offend.

Technically speaking, the warriors they were about to deal with was unrelated to any of these known Demigods.

As they lingered over the smoking pit that led directly to Rainbowden’s underground, a trio of bird-masked warriors floated out of it. Their expressions were unreadable due to their masks, but if anyone was able to see past their clay-made expressions, they would notice that all looked weary and worried. That and they seemed to be regularly turning their gazes behind themselves.

"Oh man, this is bad. This is really bad," Macawdo muttered as he took notice of all the collateral damage and the sheer amount of feathers left in the wreckage. ^Lord Tezca is going to be beyond pissed about this.^

"Hey, it’s not our fault Condorado released all of the [Law] at once," Peacocina comforted his companion. "It was Halcon’s fault."

"Mine?!" Halcon screeched. ^It’s not my fault that that fucking Kaijin showed up out of nowhere and kicked my sword out of my hand.^

"Yes, but it is your fault for not being able to land a single fucking blow on them," Macawdo retorted. "So until we find her and bring her to Lord Smoking Mirror, you’re on the hook."

"You son of bitch!"

"Enough you whiny pigeons!" Peacocina interrupted before they started ripping into each other any more than necessary. "Let’s just make sure that nobody of importance is in the area before we...oh fuck."

Halfway through their ascension into the sky, the trio found that directly floating above them were none other than the City Lord of Rainbowden as well as the heads of the Seven Great Crafter guilds.

These elite warriors were basically the last people that the bird-men wanted to see, especially without their boss. After all, before Lord Tezcatlipoca came and uplifted them, they were originally wanted criminals. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be recognized.

As luck would have it, though, the birds weren’t going to be the ones to have a conversation with the City Lord. That privilege went to their boss.

A few moments after the Rainbowden elites took stock of the weird warriors wearing bird masks and deciding that they would need to interrogate these suspicious bastards, Lord Tezca interjected himself into the situation.

"Alright, you three flying out of the hole, would you mind coming with us and explaining-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Lord Tezca called out as he placed himself in the path between his subordinate birds and the City Lord. "Why are you lot trying to interrogate my men?"

"Your men?," the City Lord repeated. "So you’re the one responsible for this giant hole in my fucking city?!"

"No, hang on a moment."

Once he had been given his grace to turn to his men, Lord Tezca asked them the all-important question that would be a staple in every mortal’s life since the dawn of profane words.

"Guys, what the fuck?"

"Well..."

It was then that they shared the lurid details of what had occurred in Lord Tezca’s absence. Needless to say, Lord Tezca’s expression became more and more grim the more that the birdmen informed him of what had occurred.

At the same time this was happening, though, the City Lord and his fellow elites were keeping their eyes fixed squarely on Lord Tezca. They didn’t express this to the man’s face, but there was something about him that rubbed them the wrong way.

"You’re telling me, that the mercenaries I hired to whip those captured gangsters into shape, turned out to be allies of only being in this world that can actually hurt me..."

"Yup." Mawcado nodded.

"...and not only were they bailed out by one of that man’s kaijins, but that same monster is what led to one of my best lieutenants horribly crippling themselves and exposing our entire operation?!"

"Pretty much, yeah," Peacocina agreed.

"Well...that’s just fan-fucking-tastic," Lord Tezca hissed, the influence of his body’s creator subtly slipping into his speech pattern. "Do you know what it takes to restore a body like...wait, was Condorado’s mask still intact?"

"Yes, yes it was," Halcon answered while looking apologetic for being partially the reason why their leader ended up in such a sorry state of being.

"Well then, that makes this a whole lot easier," Smoking Mirror sighed while slumping his shoulders and cracking his neck. As he did, the pseudo-divinity’s aura began to rise alongside his killing intent.

"What the hell?"

As soon as the City Lord and the Seven Guild leaders sensed this change, they immediately raised their guards.

"My dearest birds of war, it is time for me to share with you an interesting bit of trivia about your faces," Lord Tezca began to explain as the shadow of an obsidian-skinned demon wearing a jaguar’s hide began to overlap with his body. "This was a trick I learned from a being connected to [Fate]. I have sealed your essences into those masks. Mind, soul, and cultivation—all of it is inside of those clay masks of yours."

"What?"

"Does that mean I can’t die if I—"

"Wait a minute..."

As soon as this fact was shared with them, the three bird-masked warriors realized that there was a very important implication in their master’s words. An implication that caused the three of them to direct their gazes towards the City Lord and his allies with a sense of...hunger...in their eyes.

"Now what this means, my dear disciples, is that Condorado is in a precarious state between life and death and requires a brand-new body in order to function properly," Smoking Mirror explained as he manifested a pair of obsidian knives out of nowhere. "Now, we could simply use one of our captivated warriors as a means for bringing him back to the land of the living...but where’s the fun in that?"

After making this statement, Smoking Mirror completely disappeared into thin air. This little action caused the City Lord and the guild leaders to flinch in preparation.

"What the fuck?!"

"Where the hell did he go?!"

"Everyone, be on your guard!"

As the guild leaders took on defensive stances, they stretched out their senses all around them in order to see if they could suss out Smoking Mirror’s position. Unfortunately, this was a wasted effort.

Moments before they could even report that they had found the disappearing fucker, Smoking Mirror had already appeared in the City Lord’s blind spot and stabbed forward with one of his obsidian knives.

"Gah!"

The blow was so quick and brutal that the City Lord only had a moment to turn what would’ve been a fatal blow into a viciously painful one. Not many people could survive with a gash wound as big as a daikon radish.

"Pity," Smoking Mirror mocked. "If you had died early, you wouldn’t have to suffer so much."

"What the fuck?!"

The City Lord had initially wanted to try and negotiate or force a settlement from Lord Tezca, so being forced into a life-or-death battle for no cause was...viciously maddening to say the least.

And little did either of these newly minted enemies know, there was a third party ready to pounce and reap whatever rewards he could gain from helping one side or the other.

...Oh shit...

"Well, this is a fine fight to stumble upon," Alain commented as he stopped short of the battle unfolding before his eyes. "So these are the [Law] disciples that got Buzza all worried...interesting."

Floating several dozen meters away, Alain watched with interest as a man with obsidian skin and a jaguar skin fought with the City Lord of Rainbowden on a personal level, while their respective subordinates and associates tore each other to shreds.

Alain wasn’t entirely sure, but he could sense that the bird-masked warriors seemed to share a similar spirit signature with the obsidian man, while the colorful warrior craftsmen were clearly the elite warriors of Rainbowden.

Staring at the two sides, Alain began to debate with himself.

"Let’s see...if I help the Rainbowden side, I would increase my positive reputation and get access to some of the greatest craftsmen in the world, but if I help the freaky [Law] warriors I could get a jump start in cultivating the power exclusive to Aether Saints above! Decisions, decisions..."