Chapter 250: Battle to Promote Relationships

Broly pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"I already promised the other party that I would spare his clan."

He pointed at the imprisoned Dwarf Supreme Commander in the distance and said, a promise is something important.

Of course, breaking a promise is sometimes acceptable too; Aqua Master gave him a flexible moral bottom line.

It's just that the Long-Eared Forest Elf before him, his relationship with her hasn't reached that degree yet.

Besides, what if there's also an unknown wife among the Dwarves? After all these considerations, plus he doesn't like killing all that much, he refused Sink Nirvalen's request.

"Then what if I order an attack on the retreating Dwarves right now, would you stop me?"

Sink Nirvalen asked again.

"No."

Broly gave an affirmative reply.

Sink Nirvalen fell into pondering; the Deputy Officer approached, wanting to hear her instructions.

However, this golden-haired, giant-breasted, long-eared Forest Elf Supreme Commander ultimately shook her head.

Their side's condition isn't great; although the Dwarves' side is about the same, there's ultimately a difference.

The Dwarves mostly use weapons they forged themselves, while the Forest Elves use genuine Spirit Power from within their own bodies.

Rather than fighting now and exchanging soldiers, better to wait a bit; anyway, the Dwarves' Supreme Commander Ronnie Delounier has already fallen into her hands, the rest of those Dwarves with not-too-good brains, there'll be plenty of opportunities to manipulate them later.

"Detected Spirit Power, it's Ex-Machina!"

Just then, the Forest Elves' Detection Formula took effect; they discovered the Ex-Machina individual appearing overhead.

After the Ex-Machina transferred out of Subspace, they flew straight toward this side; the Forest Elves became vigilant but didn't attack on their own. Ever since the Dragonia and its follower dragons were beaten to death by the Ex-Machina, there's been no race in this world that would lightly challenge the Ex-Machina, this neutral race with a hornet's nest trait. However, whether the Ex-Machina counts as neutral right now, that's really hard to say.

"Broli-sama, Rick-sama sent me to ask you, has the battle ended?"

The Ex-Machina approached unobstructed all the way; after arriving at the Saiyan boy's side, they landed, stood firm, and directly began questioning.

"It's ended, Artosh is already dead."

Broly answered.

"That's great."

Upon learning the answer, Rick could hardly conceal the excitement in his heart, swinging his sole remaining right fist.

"Reminder: concepts are infinite; new Divine Spirits will still be born from new concepts. If the Star Cup representing the Sole God Authority still doesn't have a definite owner, new wars will still appear.

Even if no new Divine Spirits are born in the short term, battles between Old Gods will still exist; the probability of Forest Elves and Dwarves continuing to fight afterwards is as high as 98%."

Facing Rick's excitement, the Ex-Machina linked Supreme Commander Einzhi gave the Ex-Machina's analysis judgment.

"Mm, indeed one must not get complacent, but Broly won; he fair and square beat the War God. Getting the Star Cup afterwards is naturally a matter of course. At that time, as long as we ask him to make the world peaceful, that should also be something achievable, right?"

Rick said, full of expectation.

"Right now, piercing the planet's Spirit Corridor, there's a 91% probability the Star Cup will appear directly beside Broli-sama.

As for the possibility of realizing world peace, depending on the degree of Broli-sama's desire for food, there's an extremely high probability he'll agree. Due to lack of information, we cannot judge the specific probability."

"Wait, where's the other 9% for where the Star Cup appears?"

"There are still other residual Divine Spirits in this world; they account for 9% in total."

"That's how things are; Rick-sama requests Broli-sama to bring peace to this world that has been mired in war for too long."

The Ex-Machina, right in front of Sink Nirvalen, spoke Rick's request aloud.

"Then what do I do, just tell everyone, no war, want peace?"

Broly asked.

"No, Broli-sama only needs to pierce the planet and get the Star Cup — the thing that triggers war — in hand; that's enough."

Sink Nirvalen's ears twitched; saying this kind of thing right in front of her, this extremely ambitious Forest Elf Strategist Supreme Commander, is that really okay? "Then I'll pierce the planet and take the Star Cup right now?"

Broly asked again.

"No, please go to a place with fewer people, or to where Rick-sama is, and do that kind of thing there."

The Ex-Machina answered; Broly agreed. Just as he was about to leave with the Ex-Machina, his hand was grasped by Sink Nirvalen, who had crouched behind him.

"I also want to know what the situation is when the Star Cup appears; could you please take me along?"

Sink Nirvalen requested, and smoothly placed the Saiyan boy's hand in hers onto her ample bosom.

This Forest Elf Strategist Supreme Commander didn't mind using the advantages she possessed at all, while on the surface she wore a perfectly natural, pure request expression.

"Of course."

Broly agreed indifferently, but he didn't fall for any seduction technique; he simply felt this wasn't a matter at all.

"How can this be allowed?"

On the other side, Rick, learning the situation, really wanted to refuse on Broly's behalf; his impression of the Forest Elf Supreme Commander Sink Nirvalen wasn't good; he thought the other party was a deeply scheming guy; who knows what plan she has for wanting to come watch the Star Cup appearance ritual.

However, Rick didn't act rashly; making decisions for others is impolite to begin with, let alone the other party is also a wife Broly has taken a liking to; he didn't feel he had the weight to decide for her.

"Rick-sama says, enjoying alone is not as good as enjoying together; for the Star Cup appearance ritual, please also invite Miss Jibril and his sister Corone to participate together. What do you think?"

Broly cares deeply about 【wives】; although Rick doesn't know the other party's criteria for choosing wives, he directly thought of how to restrain the Forest Elf Supreme Commander.

"Good."

To this, Broly agreed very readily.

"Broli-sama, you have more than one wife?"

Sink Nirvalen asked with a smile.

"Right, I have many wives, so what?"

Broly looked at this Forest Elf, not denying this point.

"Then will you treat them better than me?"

"Not necessarily, but for now, it should be so."

Broly spoke the truth; wives also have degrees of closeness, one aspect being the Happiness Points they once gave him, the other being the depth of their past relationship with him — like Fujimura Taiga from the first world, her points weren't that many, but her status in Broly's heart could be placed at a level comparable to Aqua Master.

"Then how can I make you treat me better than them?"

Sink Nirvalen leaned in close to ask, a pleasant floral fragrance wafting from her.

"As long as you can feel more happiness, that's enough."

Broly answered.

"???"

Hearing this, Sink Nirvalen's face showed a puzzled expression.

"Right, can you go up to the sky?"

"You mean flight?"

"Mm."

"I can't, what about it?"

"Then I'll take you flying."

"Eh?"

Before Sink Nirvalen could react, her body was hoisted up by Broly.

"Lady Sink Nirvalen!"

Amid the deputy officer's exclamation, she directly went up into the sky.

The pose was extremely unsightly, sprawled on the boy's shoulder like a slab of pork carried by a butcher.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back, you all go back first."

After the initial panic, Sink Nirvalen quickly calmed down and shouted to the deputy officer below.

Following the Dwarf Species losing their Supreme Commander, the Elf Species' Supreme Commander was also taken away; Broly brought Sink Nirvalen above the Avant Heim overhead.

"I'm preparing to take the Star Cup, end this world's war; does anyone want to go watch?"

Right upon arriving, Broly spoke frankly and issued the invitation, as if the ritual to make the Star Cup appear was something anyone could observe.

The Flügel looked at each other in blank dismay, but the majority felt curious and indicated they wanted to watch.

Jibril was no exception. Only, before this, she still had a question that needed an answer.

"What is this, food you brought up to roast and eat?"

Xiao Ji Pu Li Er pointed at the buxom Elf Species female beside Broly and asked.

Sink Nirvalen: "..."

"This is a wife, same as yours."

Broly introduced to Jibril.

"Her name is Nature Ke Nier Barren."

"It hasn't been that long, and another one comes."

Jibril started complaining, then circled around Sink Nirvalen sniffing with her nose.

"What are you doing?"

Sink Nirvalen was somewhat nervous; she still remembered back then, when she used her own species' capital as bait, nearly wiping out the entire Dwarf Species Corps, it was because a Flügel suddenly intruded onto the battlefield that the plan ultimately fell through at the last moment.

"You long-eared guy, one look at you and I think of the time I passed by a forest before, and got intercepted by a formula arranged in the sky..."

Jibril's impression of the Elf Species wasn't good; back then she was just leisurely flying over the Elf Species forest's top, and got shot down by an interception formula in the sky.

"Wait, the Flügel who bombarded our capital with Heavenly Strike twenty-three years ago was you?"

Sink Nirvalen's eyes widened.

"That interception formula was arranged by you Elf Species?"

Xiao Ji Pu Li Er immediately raised an eyebrow; she hadn't paid attention back then whether the interception formula in the sky was arranged by the Dwarf Species or the Elf Species, she just directly blasted both sides with Heavenly Strike, nearly crippling both, before leaving satisfied.

"No, that was absolutely an interception formula arranged by the Dwarf Species."

Sink Nirvalen hurriedly shifted the blame, but actually it should have been arranged by their Elf Species, a specialized interception formula for dealing with Dwarf Species airships.

However, looking at the Flügel young girl whose complexion was turning unfriendly, how could she possibly admit to it at this time.

Truly met Ou Ken; back then they were fighting the Dwarf Species, luring them deep into the capital, originally planning to use the capital as the price to directly eliminate the entire Dwarf Species Corps, but inexplicably encountered a Flügel sneak attack.

Before this, Sink Nirvalen had never figured out why the Flügel suddenly sneak attacked them back then, but now she completely understood.

However, Sink Nirvalen felt even worse; normal people seeing them fighting the Dwarf Species, who would ignore the battlefield and fly straight over?

Only the Flügel, those guys who completely don't put them in their eyes, would do this.

But fine, fly if you want, you're strong, that counts as you being powerful.

But getting shot down by an interception formula, and you still throw a tantrum, blowing up both sides.

"Really wasn't you inferior creatures living in the forest who arranged it?"

Jibril was somewhat doubtful.

【Calm down, don't get angry, don't expose it...】

Sink Nirvalen forced a smile and replied: "Really wasn't arranged by us."

"Hmph..."

Jibril coldly snorted; she wasn't that easy to deceive, but didn't continue nitpicking.

After all, this matter happened a while ago, and she had also made a corresponding counterattack.

Just...

"I don't like this guy, feel she's very hypocritical."

Jibril pointed at Sink Nirvalen, bluntly expressing her dislike.

"Get used to it."

Broly shrugged and replied, "It's not like there aren't wives who dislike each other — take Aqua and Megumin, for example — but in the end they still get along fine; it just takes some adjustment."

Sink Nirvalen: "..."

She hated this kind of straightforward guy; even if Jibril was right, she preferred this kind of 'heart with gullies' honesty over hypocritical words.

"You don't like me, and I likewise don't like you, you war-mongering shit-stirrer."

Sink Nirvalen glanced at Broly beside her, then suddenly shot back a retort.

"What did you say?"

Jibril glared at her.

And the next moment, this Long-Eared Forest Elf seemed to have been scared, directly hiding behind the Saiyan boy.

"Broli-sama, she wants to harm me, you'll protect me, right?"

Jibril: "???"

As if smelling the tea fragrance beginning to drift in the air.

Broly: "..."

This kind of script, he wasn't unfamiliar with; in the previous world, Aqua Master and the others would occasionally play this too.

Especially when in a conflict or confrontation with others, if a rather large disadvantage appeared, they would try to use him to smooth over the disadvantage, achieving a restart of the confrontation.

But a situation like this, where the conflict hasn't even started yet and she's already preparing to use him to smooth over the disadvantage, Broly had truly never encountered before.

"How about this: you two fight first, and when you're in danger, I'll come protect you?"

Broly said, stepping aside from the position blocking Jibril.

Sink Nirvalen: "???"

"You monkey who always hides in the forest, eat this!"

Before she could react, Jibril rushed over.

The tiny her jumped up, and with one slap struck the other's side breast.

"Ah~"

Sink Nirvalen cried out in pain, immediately counterattacking.

"You damn bird-man!"

Eightfold Technique activated, but flamed out in an instant; Avant Heim let out a roar.

This is its body, and also its territory.

To control Spirit Power here to harm a Flügel, you'd have to be stronger than it.

Obviously, Sink Nirvalen cannot achieve the degree of surpassing a Fantasy Race.

Again two *pa-pa* sounds, her chest was attacked once more.

"Damn it~"

Discovering the technique couldn't be used, Sink Nirvalen could only act personally, grabbing Jibril's face.

The reason it wasn't the neck was because she realized that if there was mortal danger, Broly might intervene.

"It hurts!"

The loli-form Jibril cried out in pain, but unwilling to be outdone, grabbed this Forest Elf's chest and squeezed back with equal force.

"Hiss~"

Sink Nirvalen gasped, then used even more strength: "Let go of me!"

"You're the one who should let go!"

At this moment, the two grappling had no image whatsoever — neither the Flügel's image nor the Forest Elf Supreme Commander's image.

"Them being like this, you don't need to care?"

The Ex-Machina watched for a while, couldn't help but ask.

"Why care? A bit of conflict can actually enhance the relationship between wives."

Broly sat cross-legged to the side, not the slightest intention of intervening.

"Jibril, put some strength into it~"

Other Flügel had unknowingly gathered, but not the slightest intention of intervening.

"I don't have Spirit Power, right now it's a physical body battle!"

Jibril felt this was a huge disadvantage, but the surrounding Flügel didn't think so.

"A mere Forest Elf, even without Spirit Power, I could beat a whole group."

(Chapter End)