Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family - Chapter 1171 Expressionless group

Down in New Sparta, everything was still a hell hole. Blood pooling in the cobblestone streets, screams echoing on around burning buildings, smoke creating a grey haze in the air.

With indomitable Monsters prowling about, it made sense for people to run. And run, they tried. The Mortals took off at the very first moment they heard guttural screams of people being shredded in half by the monster’s bites. However, they were rebuffed by an invisible boundary that bounced them back into the Monster’s bloody maws.

They were mortals. They didn’t have the power to leave this godforsaken place.

But the elites. Those who had the Maugnetic and Magic abilities among their people, they left New Sparta. When they saw that things had become too dire for them to do anything, they cut their losses and teleported straight out of trouble.

Now, teleportation was no impossible task. But it did require a lot of resources. Mages and Wizards needed a metric ton of mana just to teleport a single carriage within a kilometer.

Thankfully, these elites had the resources to do so. In fact, they probably had the resources to save everyone in New Sparta if they had pooled all of their resources into a single goal of saving citizens.

But they didn’t. They chose to save themselves, leaving citizens all alone to try and save themselves. Or die. And die, they will.

This was a subject that Eldea completely abhorred. Millions would die under her view.

But just when things seemed too dire, something had changed.

Monsters started to die. Inexplicably.

It wasn’t until the tenth consecutive Monster found their heads sliding off their body did the Ersatz Epic leader finally realize what was happening.

“WHO DARES?!” he called out, looking for the culprits down in New Sparta.

Eldea followed his gaze. And with her senses heightened, she was able to see it first.

The change in variable was not an army. They were individuals.

She looked down and saw those Rebornian Dragonborns running through New Sparta, finding Monsters and slaying them one by one.

There was the fast blue one. The sharp-eyed white one. And the windy green one.

Those three easily dispatched ten Monsters by themselves.

However, that wasn’t enough to completely change the situation from something dire, to something survivable.

It was something else. A united group of unknown origins.

Eldea saw them clearly. Individual men and women, all bearing that absent-minded look on their faces. These people looked completely normal. Mortal, even. But the power they used to throw the Monsters into the ground completely upended everything Eldea thought she knew about cultivation.

These people were beyond the Body Formation realm. That was for sure. But they weren’t Nascent Spirit cultivators either.

They were at the very boundary between both. She didn’t even think that was possible, at least for humans.

But there they were. Wearing the same, black and gold robe fluttering in the arid, smoky air.

These people looked completely different. Ethnically, physically, and every other metric.

But there was one thing that bound all of them to a single group. It was that look on their eyes. They looked like mortal eyes, but one that didn’t have the same vigor as human life.

If she didn’t know any better, they looked to be some kind of clone. But she knew clones had their limit. These people were humans, even by her senses. They even had Maugnetic Power around their bodies.

And with that power, they began to save the citizens of New Sparta.

A woman with a dour and dark look on her face punched a Monster straight in its snout, sending it flying with a bloodied and cracked nose. She helped a frightened mortal off their feet, before leaving to finish the job.

On the other side of New Sparta, a large burly man had his back on the Monster, before holding one of its forelegs over the shoulder and throwing it forward with tremendous power.

The cobblestone floors cracked. Stone bits flying. Violet, slimy blood pooling at the crater. The Monster was dead.

The group of Mermen tried to express their thanks to the man. Expressionless, he nodded at them. Then, he turned to kill more Monsters.

“Damn it all!” the Epic Ersatz leader cursed. Just when it looked like they would win, something or someone just threw their plans out of the trash. The Grandmaster will not like this.

Fear of that thought took hold of his body for a brief second.

And that moment was all the Heavenly Swordmistress needed. Her sword flickered. The image of a planet cleaved in half transferred over to the Ersatz leader. That was just the warning of what was to come. The prelude to Eldea’s Nascent Influence.

Blood splattered as a huge gash appeared on the man’s shoulder down to his waist. Behind him, the large cumulonimbus clouds that had shrouded the skies parted. The sun greeted his death.

Eldea’s sword clinked as her sword returned to sheathe.

Then, she turned to look down at New Sparta. More than half of the Monsters had been slain by those expressionless groups of people.

They were Rebornians, Eldea realized. Some of those men and women met up with the Dragonborns, regarding the demi-humans with a polite and respectful bow.

In an instant, she disappeared from the skies.

“You have done well,” she said, hovering a few feet above the group of Rebornians.

“Heavenly Swordmistress,” Sheina bowed. The others copied her greeting. Jaku, with a little bit reluctance. His gaze shied away from hers.

“Who are these people?” Eldea asked. “I wish to know who I owe gratitude towards. They saved New Sparta, when I could not.”

“Umm…” Umisu blurted out. “What about the Monsters? They’re still—”

Eldea raised her hand and snapped. Monsters wailed in the distance.

“They’re no longer a problem,” she said. Her Nascent Influence was all-encompassing and all-powerful.

A single thought of killing the Monsters turned corporeal, fantasy turned reality.

Realizing the strength Eldea had, Sheina grew even more respectful. “Let me introduce you to Alpha, she’s—”

But just as she was about to say something, hurried footfalls marched from the entrance of New Sparta.

The armies had returned.