That's where it dawned on me that the Wanderer gave me. I managed not only to repel all the blows of the Arcana, but also with my lasso tore their weapons from the hands of the opponents. But when I fought with Vergil, I could not hold the lasso in my hands (just like him). Now my strength is many times superior to the one I had before. Even Kverkov’s weapon went into action. It allowed me to hold my opponent for a while. While someone was freeing himself from these energy bonds, I fought with others. In the end, he himself remained alone with one of the creators.
“Ambassador Alex, you are nothing without the sword of Arikhon.”
- Want to melee? I wonder what you do not like this sword? - I miraculously saw behind him a hidden lasso, which he could use at any moment.

- You're scared.
“Well, we fight without a weapon, but if you try to use a lasso, I will rip out your heart,” to which he only grinned. Involuntarily, up to two dozen crippled creators observed our battle. And the battle lasted no more than a second. This scoundrel still used the lasso, but missed. And I repeated the trick of King Arihonov, breaking through the armor, tore out the heart of this insolent one. But unlike the king, I did not revive. The crippled creators looked at me with fear, although I did not intend to kill them.
- All the living traps! - instantly everyone was in the power ball, - while they were in the cell for prisoners on one of the ships. Then we decide what to do with them, - the power balls are sucked into the canoe by the beam. A small cannonade from self-destructing arcana (after their owners have drifted far too far). And I activated the invisibility again.

- Leah, honey. How are you?
- Lesh, I need help. I am not far from the headquarters, - teleported to the headquarters, and then on intuition I was approaching Lia. It turned out that he had fallen into the presidential residence. The creators scurried around the territory of the residence, like at home. But the building itself was damaged. In place of a beautiful architectural structure, a hill of melted stones has risen. Similarly, a thermal shot from the ship of creators. He felt Leah and touched it with his hand. She did not expect this, and anxiety flashed in her head for a moment. But she quickly coped with herself and extinguished them. Creators are worried:
“What an alarm? ... Communication with the flagship! ... What do you have? ... Watch carefully as soon as Ambassador Alex’s ship arrives, shoot without warning. And these traitors will be with him, destroy them too, do not forget to turn them on to block the guns. You are in a group with boys, find out if everything is in order, - the deputy ordered one of the creators for the ideology.

- Isn't it better to mentally find out?
- You're a stupid idiot! Can you really guess that we are closed from telepathy now for security reasons? If the ambassador is now our traitors, then they can immediately feel us if we are open. And besides, if you open up for telepathic communication, then you can go crazy with Earthlings.
- Are not they defeated?
- I have to work with such morons! Yes, they do not know anything about us! They continue to live a normal daily life. We destroyed only their fleet and captured the boys. With their help, we will reach the ambassador. And then kill them all.
Toli zampolit was thinking about something his own, only this fighter was stupid, but he never went anywhere.

Cargo robots were loading some boxes on the plate.
- Leah, stand still and do not move. I'll be right back.
I went to the shuttle (plate).
- Phaeton, can you block the management of this shuttle?
- I do. Is done.
- I'm on the plate now. As soon as I leave it, immediately unlock.
“Yes, I do,” I teleported to the command post. The commander turned around in dismay, but immediately broke into a smile.

“Welcome aboard Your Imperial Majesty.”
“Did I order you to do this?”
- Yes sir. You ordered all the gold reserves from the presidential residence and from all banks of the Earth to transport to the flagship.
- Wrong. I ordered to transfer everything to the headquarters of the Commander of Earthlings, while it is not there. And from there they will be transported by other shuttles to the flagship without you. Perform immediately!
“Yes, Your Imperial Majesty,” I teleported back to Leah again.
“They, bitches, want to take out all the gold of the Earth,” Leah telepathically explained.

- What about the boys?
- Already on the Phaeton.
- Was there a lot of security?
- About fifty.
- What?!!! And the boys are all alive?
- Of course. Only crap.
- With fear?
- Not. I inspired the guards to leave them.
- Fool! It would be better if you inspired the creators, and they crap!
- Sunny, strongly disagree. It was very easy for children to hypnotize. But the creators of labor, but if they applied the oncoming lane, then nothing would have happened.

- You're right. I feel the excitement of some of the creators and lust.
- I, too. But I thought it seemed to me. Leah try to still find the president. It cannot be that this pile of melted stones was her grave. In my opinion, she is alive. And I wonder who of the creators decided to fuck our girl.
He began to move cautiously in the direction from which lust was felt. After a few kilometers, I saw something resembling a farm. Pancake!!! Similarly, a pig farm! Where on earth are trees, pigs? (Has the president really fulfilled her promise and restored flora and fauna?) Next to the farm there was a shuttle of creators (a plate).

The creators caught pigs (although they caught it - loudly said). Together. One hypnotically immobilizes, the second is suitable, cuts the throat with a lasso and immediately lifts it into the air so that blood can flow. Then he throws and does the same with the next one, and this one is pulled into the plate by the beam. But this is not what interested me. Two more creators chased loudly screaming pigs. At first I did not understand. After all, they could just as the previous two. Immobilize, kill, drain blood and leave for transportation to the plate. But here is one of those that chased, caught up with a pig, grabbed her from behind and with a dispersal, sealed to the fat rear of a pig. She screamed, as if she was being cut, desperately trying to break free.

And she succeeded. She rushed off at full speed. It turned out that she fell from the dick. Probably the creators were not satisfied with the immobilized body of the pig. They wanted resistance. So the second caught up and threw a pig, and she went into a heart-rending squeal. I with great difficulty restrained myself not to laugh. By the way the second is more fortunate. He held the pig and fucked her, fucked with great pleasure. But he is in armor! For how long I use the creators' armor, but I didn’t even guess that there is a detachable part in the groin area for various needs. But this screech has already got me, even if you plug your ears. I had to stop mockery of animals.

The rapid swing of the sword of Arihonov and the pig rushed away at full speed, and the member of the oppressor remained in it (although still he fell out about twenty meters away). But now this idiot has begun to shout, clamping a bleeding wound in himself. I had to “calm” all four of them.Then he teleported to the cockpit of the plate and “buried” the commander. So that the alarm did not start before time, completely shut off the shuttle, before that all pork carcasses were thrown out of the plate.
- Phaeton, how many boys are on board?
- Forty three.
- It's a pity. Three more not. Keep looking. It is necessary to detect them.
- I fulfill, - a three-voiced echo.
Returned to the residence of the president. Just in time. And the plate returned empty from Leah's headquarters.
- Leah.
- I'm here.

- Come to me, - she intuitively approached and I took her hand, - went to the deputy.
Slowly crept up to the deputy by ideology (as far as I understood, he was from the flagship and absolutely all creators submitted to him, including the flagship commander).
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