213 War Menu (1/2)

When the army's shouts had subsided, Pseudonym lowered his weapon and stared at Helial for a long time before saying: ”You're only in the Initial grade of the Second Phase.”

Helial got off the pile of corpses and joined Circe, who was waiting for him. Pseudonym followed him in silence and watched him as the boy placed the rusty crown on his head and fluttered the discoloured cloak behind him.

Isn't this what makes me special?, the boy seemed to say with the ironic attitude he had learned to appreciate inside the Time Block thanks to Alessandro and his Generals.

Pseudonym's statement was correct, but at the time it seemed absolutely irrelevant. What did it matter in what Phase Helial was, if with his technique and his military strategy he had defeated Medusa when he was still two Phases lower than her? Underestimating him because his current Level, after he had come up with a perfect plan to defeat hordes of Undead, really didn't make sense.

Helial headed for the makeshift camp they had hurriedly set up before the battle. As he walked he met Frankenstein and nodded, smiling, and went past him to enter the largest tent in the clearing; Circe and Pseudonym also entered after him. The other generals were already in the tent, awaiting their arrival.

Circe was pinching Helial's butt, admonishing him playfully, as one does with a child, and everyone present could not help but start coughing loudly, reminding the couple they were not in their bedroom.

Only Pseudonym did not seem to be bothered by their attitude, but continued to look towards Helial.

Silence and embarrassment were interrupted by Snowflake, who began to massage his moustache with his hairy legs: ”What the fuck is the idea of going against the fucking warriors the Third and Sixth Phase? None of us is ready to get killed yet. Maybe the fucking Third Phase monsters like Circe and Pseudonym have some chance of winning, but what should we do? Twist our cocks around the table legs and then throw it out the window?”

The cat stopped talking, proud of his articulated oratory speech. He was a true rhetorician.

Those present, however, were not of the same idea. They were stunned.

Although many of them had heard the cat in action during the clash with Medusa, every time he opened his mouth to speak rivers of curses flowed out of his jaws and left them amazed. They could not accept the fact that a Heavenly Star Tiger, one of the descendants most noble and righteous race of the universe par excellence, could utter certain tremendously scurrilous words.

Helial and his companions were really awkward.

What the fuck was that phrase? Twisting one's cock around a table leg?

Circe also had a thoughtful expression, as she imagined Helial as the protagonist and Snowflake's words as a script.

”We have no way of significantly influencing the other fight,” said Zion, bringing the facts to the table. They were all geniuses in that tent, but none of them was a fool.

Helial tilted his head slightly diagonally, bringing his finger close to his ear: ”Can you hear that?”

Everyone was dumbfounded. Immediately they started listening, ready to hear every possible noise.

At first they heard nothing, and it seemed that silence had suddenly deepened. They listened for several seconds, unable to hear anything.

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Snowflake curled his muzzle and pulled out his claws, impatient, and just as he was about to hit Helial to punish him for the loss of time that he was causing him, he began to hear the sound of heavy footsteps.

Along with the footsteps, a whisper also approached, a whisper made of low and high-pitched sounds alternating in the space of a few seconds. It seemed that some lunatic was approaching the tent.

Vlad and Snowflake looked at each other and their eyes lit up. With terror.

It was Frankenstein.

The two began to mumble between themselves and prepared to run, but Lumia blocked them to the ground, modelling both gravity and ground itself. They were anchored in their place and could no longer move a step.

Zion and Lev noticed those strange movements and were ready to engage in a fight. If someone wanted to ambush, they would have stopped him at any cost.

Circe continued to pinch Helial's ass without too much shame, Pseudonym continued to be silent.

Helial tried to ignore his girlfriend's harassment in all possible ways. He spread his arms and said, smiling, ”While all of you were busy celebrating, I asked someone to find certain things.”

A second voice added to the incomprehensible whispers: ”When the Clan of the Sacred Eagle knows how much this trick cost him, there will probably be a revolt.”