My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 130: Law

"Tyrant, if I may be so bold. Were the words you said just now true?"

As Elian followed one of Silent’s Wolves, she suddenly asked out of the blue.

"You are going to have to be more specific. Which ones are you referring to?"

The metal wolf stopped and turned around.

"The one about seeing us as your children. And that you will kill those we wish dead."

Even as the Weapon tried her best to be emotionless, Elian could feel the rage coming from her body. The Snow Wolves of Fralhame did not lead easy lives. Subjugated, they were forced to become food and pets of those who conquered them.

It was a fate that perverted everything Fralhame stood for. Much like Fluffy, these noble creatures would rather die in combat than continue to live bound by someone else.

Elian gazed deep into the wolf’s burning orange eyes and answered.

"They are. Who do you wish to be killed?"

"If I asked you to slaughter every human in this world to the last, would you do it?"

"No."

At Elian’s answer, the Wolf turned around and scoffed. "Figures, humans are all liars after all." But before she could take another step, the Tyrant continued.

"I will not kill my parents or friends for you, Weapon. But killing those who wronged you is fair game. However, there is a price."

Surprised, the Wolf stopped and gazed at her Tyrant. "Huh?"

"I will let you kill one human if you save a hundred. You may butcher as many as you wish so long as you save a hundred times that same number. If you remember who wronged you, tell me. I will kill them all."

"You will let me kill as I please?" the wolf asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Provided that you fight to save the 100 times those you kill. This is the law of the Weapons. We spill blood for our own purposes. But we will defend others as recompense. Do you find this agreeable?"

"Will you not even ask why and who they are? What if I create trouble for you and Lady Bianca by killing them?"

Elian approached the metal Wolf and began brushing her head. She stood three meters tall—an imposing figure of polished metal and burning rage. Yet to the father of the Weapons of Valestra, this Weapon was his kin, his pride, and his family.

"It does not matter. You are a part of me. You know of those that I cherish. So long as it is not them. Do as you please. My strength, it is for our family. You chose to be reborn for your lack of strength, right?"

"Yes." The wolf cooed as Elian patted her.

"Then that is fine. After today’s battle, tell everyone. So long as you vow to abide by my rules, I will support you with my all."

The Wolf began to leak tears of molten metal; in an emotional voice, she whimpered, "Why? Why would you go that far for me? I know I am being willful; I am even ashamed of how childish I am being."

Elian chuckled at the words of the giant metal wolf. He gently pulled her muzzle down and wiped away her tears, "Because I am your Tyrant. And you are my Weapon."

"..."

"But calling you Weapon is kind of difficult. Do you have a name?"

"I no longer remember it," she replied.

Elian placed his forehead on the Wolf’s as he murmured, "Then from today on, you will be called Stiletto. Or Stil for short. Kill those you wish to. I will take responsibility for everything else."

"I understand. I will abide by your law, my Tyrant. For each one I kill, I vow to save just as many. This is my answer to your devotion."

"Good, then let us go, Stil. We have made Silent wait long enough. Let us run."

"Yes, my Tyrant!" Stil lowered her body and prepared to dash.

Seeing her fervor, Elian chuckled. He dropped low and burst into a run. Stil made sure to keep pace and ran by his flank. They raced through the battlefield.

Weapons fought and killed. Some were even taken out. But instinctively, the world saw how they kept coming back like zombies, unwilling to stay down.

Despite the never-ending waves of invaders continuing nonstop, they could not break through the wall of Weapons. Like a dam, the beings of metal prevented the invasion of Virexar from reaching the humans.

Even the humans began to notice.

"I don’t know what to tell you, Donny. I am watching them now, despite being killed..."

"The Weapons of Valestra seem immortal; many have been killed, yet they keep..."

"Eek!! These metal monsters are zombies, chat! How can you even kill something..."

"Reporting live at the outskirts of Crestfall City, a massive invasion has been stopped..."

Elian couldn’t help but feel pride welling up from his heart. The world once saw invasions as world-shattering events, yet right now, he has managed to stop one for the entire world to see. It was the ultimate display of strength.

Add to that the announcements of the Big Three earlier; they all said the same thing. This incoming disaster was so horrible that none of them even tried. That was why they justified running away. Seeing the numbers, Elian had no choice but to agree.

But it also reinforced one single truth.

If Elian managed to end this invasion here, his faction would be seen as stronger than all others combined. For the Weapons stayed when everyone else fled. And that alone made everything worth it.

Elian marveled at the scene. He saw the savagery of the faction he built from the ground up with Bianca. The wolves of Fralhame rampaged, the swallows of Averignis burned, and even the newbies of Virexar fought desperately.

This was power. A sense of omnipotence. The crucible wanted Earth to get ravaged by the invasion. Yet the Weapons used the event to demonstrate their overwhelming might.

"I just need to kill the Virexar Tyrant and end this invasion."

"Look out, my Tyrant!"

A large group of Flying Shrimp raced down with their pincers shooting spines by the thousands. Stil threw herself in front of Elian and shielded him from the rain. She grimaced from the shock; her body began to leak molten metal, yet she didn’t budge.

"Need help?" Elian teased his companion.

"No!"

The group of Flying Shrimp passed after their attack run. They were about to turn around for a second pass, but they were intercepted. A large school of metallic Flying Shrimps and Flame Swallows swooped down and ravaged them in a chaotic melee.

Fires rained all around as the bodies fell from the sky. Those that crashed on the ground included both friends and enemies. The only difference was that, after a few seconds, the metallic corpses once again took to the skies.

"Crap. I couldn’t attack them!" Stil complained in frustration.

Elian couldn’t stop chuckling as he patted her metallic mane.

"You will get your chance. Come on."

With a complicated expression, Stil looked to the skies longingly before turning away. If anyone saw her, you would think she wanted to reunite with a lover. Only a few would know that her sadness came from not being able to kill her enemies by her own hands.

Sigh. Weapons are truly insane.

"What did you expect? They came from you and me. That pretty much tells you all you need to know," Bianca replied earnestly.

Oh? You’re back. Did you finish researching how to make babies on the Internet already?

"T-That’s... That’s none of your business! Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that the waves coming out have started to lessen. And that there are huge numbers of souls available for Weaponization. Are you certain you do not wish to use them?"

Elian tried to think for a bit. Increasing their numbers would help, but he didn’t want to overwork Bianca. She was still sitting on their trump card and was waiting to weaponize either Virexar’s Anchor or Tyrant.

"Hmm... I guess I shouldn’t be too greedy," Elian noted.

Bianca’s annoyed voice entered the Tyrant’s mind, "Says who?"

"Huh?"

"Elian, you spoil me lavishly with gifts yet prevent me from doing the same. I find such blatant discrimination unfair! Let me do all I can for the man who holds my heart in his hands. The Weapons will help us in the future anyway," the witch reasoned.

Unable to keep himself from laughing out loud, Elian guffawed as he raced across the chaotic melee. To anyone watching, he was the sole human in a war between monsters.

As Charade-Human gave him the appearance of a tall person wearing a long overcoat, he didn’t look fast, but compared to the wall armor, he was a fraction of the weight. Still, he knew that many eyes were on him watching his every move.

"I see. Then I will accept your gesture of affection, my Anchor. Give them to me. Give me the army that I can wield as I see fit." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"As you command, my Tyrant!" Bianca shouted at the top of her voice.

Elian stopped running, prompting Stil to do the same.

"My Tyrant?" she asked with curiosity.

He looked up and saw the golden and silver lights dancing like a galaxy above the battlefield.

Basking in their glow, Elian raised his hand and prepared to increase his army for the third time.

"The Tyrant Candidate Elian Reed has suddenly stopped moving... he is..."

"No Way! NO FREAKING WAY! HE ISN’T GOING TO DO THAT AGAIN RIGHT?"

"Calm down, chat! What do you mean I should be looking somewhere else?"

"This is insane. Elian Reed seems to be preparing something big! Is it another..."

To remove any doubt that this was a one-time ability, Elian wanted the world to know. He wanted there to be no doubt about what he and his faction could do.

"Enslave."

Bodies of reformed corpses rose up. The sheer number grew absurd.

"Soul Bind."

And stars fell on each metal golem and allowed them to wake up. In an instant, the Weapons now outnumbered the invaders for the very first time.