Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"If the information from the Dorian Citadel's ambassador is right, RC099's forces would already be on standby on Area 102." A green skinned goblin stood formidably beside the silver-haired tanomobi, with his eyes ever closed. He wore a butler suit, cradling a tray of beverages on one hand. "The Association, especially the Vagant, is really opposing the idea of using an M.A.D within the continent of Tavaroth.

"It will be preferable if we aren't given the chance to use it when the time comes. Because I'm sure that it will be more annoying to deal with the paperwork for you, Madam Zappur."

The one patched eye tanomobi glared forward without bugging an inch except replying, "Always remember, Toran, we can't trust most of our brokers yet. I'm smelling that there will be an espionage war within Dorian Citadel.

"Well, not like we can trust them either, but I'm likely to be more grateful if our future predicament won't be biting on our stools when it's used."

"It will certainly be pleasing if that is the case, Madam. Eradicating the Rogue Citadel within this continent is definitely our most important goal for this year."

"Hmmm~ Artilleries, Paratroopers, Shamans—the Valkyries can deal with anything as long as they don't have any gargantuan machinations or a Domain-Type M.A.D, then everything will be nice and smooth."

Aside from the fortress of a flying platform, Faranor Citadel was famous for their military doctrine that was focusing on all-round airborne to 'everything' combat. These special soldiers were strictly trained in both martial arts, defensive capability, and swift maneuverability. Thanks to their gimmick of always attacking from the sky, they were named as the Valkyries by the Association.

1,000 Valkyries clad in full plated armor and long lances, averaging at Hollow Orb Usurpers and a couple of Alcazar Establishment Usurpers within their ranks. They were the most trusted ally within the assault.

There were more than 900 Valkyries being left on the Faranor Citadel in case that there would be a sudden Raid and attack from another party. Because of the circumstances, many of the strongest units were left to stay behind the wall and wait to focus on the defense.

The source of the Rogue Citadel's location was definitely credible and some of the scouts have reported an unusual activity on the sector within Area 103, just right above to the north by several kilometers from Area 102. So of course, the vice director of Faranor Citadel, Zappur Clementine, didn't want to waste any opportunity since they could definitely cripple the Rogue Citadel's forces when they weren't near their base.

"Madam, I'm still confused on why you would recruit a PMC in this state. Considering that we already have enough firepower to decimate an entire A-rank Divine Banquet.

"Not to mention, two of them aren't trustworthy and could stab our back at any second."

"Hah!" Zappur cast a translucent dome around her and Toran that could silence any sound on the inside from escaping. "If you look at the prices and ask yourself why I bought their entire armies, you would notice that they not only had a small amount of personnel on our Citadel, but they were extremely pissed at us even though I gave them so many mana crystals."

The Faranor Citadel had recruited four Private Military Companies, each with their own specialization and fighting technique. Although they weren't the most trustworthy ally that the Citadel could reach out for, they could easily increase the numbers and lessen the effort to neutralize the enemies.

With numerous armored transport and long-ranged artifacts on top of it, came the Stunted Turtle. They were not the most likeable PMC due to how shrewd they are with their prices. Not to mention, they tend to change sides with the slightest difference of reward and will backstab the other recruiter when they receive their money.

With 120 armored mobile turtles with magic projectile launchers, they trailed the yellow wasteland. The Stunted Turtle communicated with each other through a secret frequency channel within their vehicle that was almost impossible to crack from the outside. Of course the Faranor Citadel have already cracked their code and they were mostly toying with the Stunted Turtles from the beginning.

They planned to ditch Faranor Citadel from the beginning and cause a hammock with 10 of their strongest armored vehicles hidden somewhere. Thankfully all of them were already neutralized by the Elite Valkyries on the Faranor Citadel.

Right now they were actually communicating with the Faranor Citadel's personnel and they still haven't known it.

Aside from the soon-to-be-wrecked turtles, came the Obedient Obelisks. This PMC granted their customer with the absolute powerhouse of mana conductor, possible for making all kinds of large scale formation and instantaneous spells to be unleashed on the battlefield.

Just like their PMC's name, they were extremely obedient to their first recruiter, and Faranor Citadel was definitely the first one to recruit them.

They were almost everywhere within Tavoroth and other continents, and they were keenly prying their eyes excessively on the Faranor Citadel lately. Zappur wasn't happy with it so she decided to use them and keep their Obelisks in check. It might be useful when the time comes after all.

And to make everything more safe, the Obelisks would be handled by the Faranor Citadel's personnel directly. It made the price skyrocket for a suspicious reason but Zappur had the power of wealth and she wasn't afraid to use it.

"With those two not latching on our Citadel, the rest will be unbecoming and we might try to settle a deal with them," said Zappur.

The third recruited PMC was the Steel Stugs. Despite their lack of powerhouse within the mana cultivation category, their artifacts arsenal were more than enough to make up for their service as a glorified mercenary.

Their equipment engineering was one of the finest and it was enough to imbue a Hollow Orb Usurper to fight off toe to toe with an Alcazar Foundation Usurper. It also included the revolutionary long ranged assault artifact they had, although it came for a long list of price as well.

The Steel Stugs was not the best and not the worst in terms of credibility. Zappur however, wanted to strike a deal with their engineering section and to do that, she needed to establish a good relationship and money to slowly peel off the gold within the steel.

Right now, there were around 300 of the Steel Stugs' personnel marching as a defensive ground unit near the Stunted Turtle's vehicles. Both of them didn't like each other very well and it was a great way to intimidate the Stunted Turtles if they wanted to try something funny.

And lastly, one of the most well known glorified mercenaries, Dante's Lead.

The Faranor Citadel only recruited three of their personnel from another Citadel.

And looking at their capability, it was definitely worth the absurd price tag they offered.

Currently, those three were on standby on one of the flying fortress platforms following the one that Zappur occupied.

With the impregnable amount of combat personnel, the threaded the wasteland in the hope of meeting their expectations.

Soon, three of the wandering scouts intercepted a base with the red flag with a knife symbol of their target.

The leader of the scout unit tapped onto her cranium, reporting on what she saw.

"This is V101, intercepting a wild outpost from the Bearing Edge group within the proximity of two kilometers at eleven o'clock from the main force, copy."

"How are the forces there? If you can take it, then go wild and I'll prepare a tasty reward for your unit." Zappur grinned.

"Estimatedly, around 100 Hollow Orbs and 10 Golden Orbs. There seems to be a huge quantity of Artifacts available within the outpost."

"Immediately intercept, I'll send twenty Valkyries to your location. Expect it to come in under five minutes.

"V101,I want you to bring me their flag, torn or burned."

"As you wish, Madam Zappur." The armored Valkyrie leader tapped onto her cranium again with a smile. "It seems like we will get the chance to improve our cultivation."

"Wooh! Sweet loots for today!"

Before they rushed to the outpost, the three of them cast doppelganger spells to create around fifty flying illusions alongside their rush. Each of them held the fragments of their mana conductor, allowing for the three main Valkyries to assimilate a spell from their clones.

They held tight onto the high-rank mana crystal that they have to fuel this large scale spell. Before raining down the parade like angry bees, they launched countless explosive projectiles from their clones.

Thunder clashed and the churning smoke rose to the sky. They lunged their huge spears while giving no time for their prey to react to their instantaneous attack. As they hid amongst the clones filled with mana.

"IT'S THE VALKYRIES!"

"FARANOR ARMY IS ALREADY HERE! I REPEAT! FARANOR ARMY IS HERE!"

Without allowing the numerous enemies within the outpost to attack or call for a reinforcement, the rest of the 50 Valkyries joined the chaotic destruction.

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