Chapter 833: Can Be Mad, Can Be Wicked, But Never a Clown

The Decisive Demon struck out in its mech-soldier form.

The senior couriers who had been trying to seize Alice felt the scorching heat above their heads and looked up, just in time to see the iron fist wrapped in black demonic flames descending from the sky.

It was already too late.

Boom!

One punch landed!

A massive crater appeared in the center of the stage.

The searing high temperature incinerated Russell's demigod apostles into piles of ash before they even had a chance to react.

Russell had barely managed to shake off the shock of Stacia's elemental attack not being sealed away when this sudden appearance of the demon mech-soldier instantly turned his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Those who had died were his apostles! His most loyal existences.

Unlike those high-ranking executives in the company who had been secretly selling out everything behind the scenes.

These were the only ones he could trust.

"Troll God! Why haven't you made your move yet!?"

Russell let out a furious roar.

In the sky, at the very top of the largest troll airship.

A grotesque troll, massive in stature like a small mountain, was drinking human blood from a wine flagon made from a human skull.

It heard Russell's shout, and its yellowed teeth creaked as it burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahahahaha! I knew it! In the end, you still have to rely on old me!"

[God Serial Number - B-30 - Troll]

The Troll God descended from the sky, wielding a massive club made from a city of bone, and landed directly within Stacia's firestorm, extinguishing the storm with a single strike.

More trolls came crashing down one after another.

They launched attacks at the Train Conductors gathered in the center of the venue.

War had begun.

Some of the Train Conductors present were not like Ye Qiyan and Zhao Lin, who had come through the rookie trials that happened once every three Wasteland years.

They had once been native humans themselves.

Seeing how things were turning, these people scrambled to pledge their allegiance to Russell, hoping to trade their loyalty for a chance to survive.

But the trolls gave them no such opportunity.

B-30.

This Troll God, ranked among the mid-tier B-grade gods, had been preparing on this planet for a long time.

What it had brought was the full combat strength of its entire army.

Moreover, because Russell, as the holder of the highest authority in the RUN Company headquarters Station World, had directly rejected the train system.

This allowed the Troll God to manifest in its most complete form.

In a certain sense, this place had become half of the Troll God's Divine Kingdom.

A B-grade god.

This was an existence capable of driving many Train Conductors to utter despair.

Not just because of the god's own immense power, but because these gods possessed entire powerful armies.

[To be an enemy of a god is to be an enemy of the world.]

For the many people who lacked the ability to enter higher-level Station Worlds and could only linger between Level Seven and Level Eight, this was a truth that needed to be revered forever.

Even if Stacia was here.

Even if that giant mech-soldier that had suddenly appeared looked quite powerful.

But... a B-grade god, a demigod capable of becoming a B-grade god.

Even Stacia of the Emperor's Order, there was no way she could win, right?

"I hate ugly freaks."

Stacia said this.

She looked at the massive Troll God before her, and the cute expression she had deliberately practiced for performing as a Magical Girl had vanished, replaced by pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Especially the smell on you, the smell of divinity... it's disgustingly foul."

The nine Element Cards shone in unison.

She coldly swept a glance in Russell's direction, then turned her gaze toward where Ye Qiyan was standing.

Zhao Lin nervously hugged the Calamity Moon Beast, while the occasional troll that dared to approach her was obliterated by a mysterious force.

Attacks that flew toward her from strange angles were also intercepted.

She could see Ye Qiyan, and she knew that the giant demon mech-soldier had come from one of his cards.

["Hoo... it's a demon I've never seen before, which means, has his Demon Cards also reached nine? As expected of Bro Ye. And, he's protecting Alice... hmm, in that case."]

Elements surged.

The half heart-shaped symbol unique to Stacia blossomed upon her chest.

"Wind, Light, Lightning... Void!"

Four Element Cards shone in unison.

They intertwined with one another.

A radiant doorway instantly bloomed as the four cards linked together, the first three forming the shape of the doorway, and the final Void, being the void of space.

"The rest is up to you~"

The Troll God was enveloped by the doorway of four elements, and it did not dodge as Stacia completed the transfer.

To the desolate wasteland outside the RUN Company headquarters.

"Now, I can really cut loose."

A grand elemental forbidden magic circle diagram expanded across the high heavens.

A towering giant tree hung with nine elemental fruits rose from the ground.

Stacia stood atop the canopy, looking at the Troll God, pulled out her phone, took a selfie, and posted it to the Magical Girl website she had created.

[Magical Girl Stacia, Troll God Subjugation Battle, live streaming now!]

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The Troll God had been transferred away, but the trolls inside the RUN Company headquarters were still here.

Together with the employees who had been influenced by Russell, they attacked the Train Conductors.

Among those who had come to watch the concert were a few high-level Train Conductors, but facing the endless waves of attacks, they could barely defend themselves, unable to break free, let alone fight back.

And many more had already fallen into pools of blood.

Russell watched all of this with excitement, feeling the divinity sourced from the Divine Sequence Path continuously gathering within him. The powerful strength made him believe he already possessed everything.

By now, Alice had recovered from the sound backlash.

Her spirit was gradually restoring.

Looking at Russell, whose eyes were filled with madness, then looking at the giant mech-soldier beside her.

She, who usually considered herself timid, felt not a shred of fear.

She took a deep breath and slowly rose to her feet.

The grief, the pain, the slaughter, the despair all around her, these emotions were about to drown her.

But, she was a songstress who existed precisely to help people eliminate these very emotions.

"La... la la..."

She hummed softly.

No speakers, no microphone.

Yet this faint voice resonated within everyone's heart.

"Why, are you doing this?"

Alice asked softly.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto the center of the stage, where Alice stood protected behind the demon mech-soldier, untouched by any troll or apostle.

His twisted, ferocious expression had stripped away any semblance of his former self.

In this livestream visible across all the cities, he roared madly at Alice:

"You Train Conductors from the outside! You've occupied the world that should have been ours! Plundering at will! Taking at will! Turning countless people into slaves! Humans... no, Outsiders! What gives you the right to possess these privileges!"

"We tried to communicate with you! But you! People like you are filled with pride to your very bones! You never treated us as equals! Since that's the case, then let me lead our true kin to take back everything that rightfully belongs to us!"

"Alice! The big star of the Wasteland! You're just like them! You've gained so much adoration and fame, but what have you done?! You've done nothing! You, too, have never treated us as equals!"

"Now, answer me! What is wrong with my revenge, Russell's revenge!?"

Alice fell silent.

Because she didn't know how to answer this question either.

"I..."

Clap, clap, clap...

The crisp sound of applause gradually drew nearer.

Leather boots trod over corpse after corpse, climbing step after step, right through this battlefield of mountains of flesh and seas of blood.

He, ascended the stage.

"Well said, Brother Russell. The one standing at the center of the stage can be a saint, a madman, a devil, an angel, but never a clown.

Congratulations, your words just now have proven that you are not a clown."

[Demon Card · Arrogance]

In that moment, the ability flipped.

Every existence present, whether troll or human, even those with their backs to the stage, instinctively turned to look at the proud figure draped in the Cloak of Evil.

Someone shouted his name!

"The Demon Overlord of the Emperor's Order! Altos!!!"