Honkai: Strijder (Honkai Impact 3 Male MC)

Chapter 57: Revenge Doesn't Wait Overnight

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Brolon was on his way back.

Indeed, the person who met with Sigurd wasn't a doppelganger; it was Brolon himself.

To this day, he believed that Otto was eager to end his life... or he convinced himself to believe so. Consequently, he secluded himself, presenting his doppelgangers to the world, maintaining an extraordinarily cautious approach for over thirty years without changing.

Brolon reclined comfortably on a luxurious golden chair inside a highly secretive aircraft. The room was lavishly decorated, and two wheat-skinned girls adorned only with simple golden ornaments were massaging him, exuding an alluring Ancient Egyptian charm.

Brolon relaxed, half-lying on the chair, facing a large screen that played the final footage transmitted by a dead Valkyrie – an image of a white-haired little girl falling from a cliff.

"Hmph! A bunch of idiots. They even managed to mess up capturing a little brat."

Brolon sneered.

He believed he hadn't meant any harm, just wanting to invite the girl as a guest, offering her good food and drinks, ensuring Sigurd could focus on the transaction. Of course, if Sigurd tried anything funny, or if he simply lacked the capability, the issues of malice and treatment would be different matters altogether.

He just hadn't expected that the highly trained and expensive Valkyrie would be so ineffective.

"Well, even though it cost twice the money, at least I got to see some of the things he's hiding, and I can be assured about his capabilities."

Brolon sighed, not feeling particularly disturbed.

Although the girl should have died, he had compensated her generously enough. As long as the recipient wasn't a complete fool, they would accept his offer with glee.

The next problem was the code, which was indeed tricky.

Brolon claimed to have many old friends within Schicksal, but that was mostly a bluff. As soon as he started opposing Otto, those opportunistic folks disappeared. The information about the Oceania branch's transfer was obtained through vast sums of money.

The current king of the kingdom, his mediocre younger brother, was now Brolon's puppet. And after Anti-Entropy had settled into its new direction, its financial needs from him had significantly diminished. So, money had never been an issue for Brolon.

As for the code, it seemed that more money would need to be spent to try...

Whoosh!

Shoo!

Boom, boom, boom!

In the void, a red streak tore through the tail of the spacecraft. The carefully designed propulsion system barely maintained the ship's balance, but it still trembled violently.

"What's going on!?"

Brolon angrily shouted, and at the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

A girl had been startled, leaving a few nail marks on Brolon's arm. She turned pale with fright.