Ch.321321. Execution (3)

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A hovercar is not, in fact, a suitable vehicle for transporting large numbers of people.

While it’s quite impressive in its functionality, being able to ascend to the altitude where the Demonic Spire is located, the multi-passenger capability was inevitably sacrificed to fulfill such functionality.

“D-don’t push! I’ll f-fall off-! Even I could die falling from here!”

“Y-you stop pushing! And don’t cling to me! You smell like sweat in the first place!”

“I do not-!!”

With insufficient seating space, Riru and Serath clung to each other near the engine compartment, growling at each other.

Given that these two had the most exceptional physical abilities, they had been positioned outside the cabin under the assumption they could handle it, and indeed, they had managed to support each other and endure the ascent to this altitude. Though they looked precarious.

No, the fact that they still had energy to fight was impressive in itself.

Due to the excessive number of passengers, there was absolutely no control over the shaking or impact, yet they had preserved enough stamina through the violent flight to still bicker.

Some people naturally struggle just to maintain their balance during flight alone.

“…Excuse me.”

“…”

“…”

“Miss Yuria. Mr. Faynol.”

Elia shook the two people who were drooling profusely.

One had fainted after getting motion sickness midway, and the other had passed out immediately after checking the altitude the hovercar had reached.

“…Will these bastards actually be any help…?”

“…”

In fact, that was something she herself had been wondering about.

As Professor Astrid Campbell was holding her head in contemplation, Alpha, who had been looking around while stroking his chin, suddenly spoke.

“…Hmm.”

“What.”

“When you think about it, isn’t it quite remarkable, Professor?”

“What is?”

“Even though it’s not suitable for multiple passengers, it can still carry a decent number of people more or less.”

“And?”

“The fact that you can create such a mess with just women who would rush to your side the moment you say you’re in danger—isn’t that quite something?”

“…”

Professor Astrid Campbell shut her mouth with an audible click.

Well.

As a mother, she wasn’t sure if she should be happy about such a fact.

No, she couldn’t understand why these people were so interested in Darwood in the first place.

After all.

“…A son belongs to his mother anyway. Why is everyone so interested?”

“…Excuse me?”

Alpha turned to her with a startled expression, while Astrid looked back at him as if wondering what the problem was.

“…Why are you so surprised? Since I gave birth to him with my own pain, I can certainly live with him—”

“…”

“…”

In the terrible silence that suddenly followed, Astrid momentarily closed her mouth.

Yuria and Faynol, who had been unconscious, Riru and Serath, who had been squabbling behind the engine compartment, and even Elia sitting right behind her—all were staring at Astrid with horrified expressions.

“…What’s wrong with all of you?”

When she grumpily opened her mouth again, Elia stammered and barely managed to ask:

“…Th-that, yes. You didn’t mean it in that way, right?”

“…What way?”

“From the beginning, the unusual hostility you showed us was actually from a sense of—”

“What on earth are you all talking—”

“…Let’s stop the horrifying talk right there.”

Before those words could continue, such a voice suddenly came from beside the hovercar.

It was Darwood, who had noticed them at some point and moved alongside.

“…How did you know to come all the way here again?”

His voice had a slight moisture to it.

Unlike before, this time he was clearly grateful that they had come looking for him without question during a moment of crisis.

In response to Darwood’s question, Elia smiled broadly and said:

“Well, whether you like it or not, teacher, you can’t escape from us.”

“…”

“And I’ll make sure to collect quite thoroughly from those who dumped their work on me and left—”

“…Let’s just fight.”

Indeed, they were clearly a group that couldn’t stand to see the atmosphere become warm and friendly.

“So, what’s the way to win?”

“…Well, you know.”

In response to Elia’s question, Darwood answered with a slight smile.

“I don’t know how to win, but there is something I want to try.”

“Something you want to try?”

“It’s something I thought of when we were all together last time, but never got to try.”

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There are certain situations in life that, even if you’ve never experienced them before and no one has taught you about them, you can recognize immediately.

In other words.

Even Professor Mobius, who had never been cornered in his life, could clearly recognize that he was in such a predicament now.

Even through his boiling mind, he could perceive with absolute certainty that the situation was going terribly wrong.

No, not just wrong.

It was completely fucked.

-!

This Demonic Spire is his “achievement” itself, completed over many long years.

And now, those achievements were being destroyed in real time.

His masterpieces, which would be objects of awe anywhere, were being swept away in droves with each enemy attack.

“—Get in!”

“Such crude machines!”

Blue fists striking with a shout, purple demonic energy intermingling and covering everything around.

And with just that, the drone army that could be described as covering the sky was completely swept away.

Despite not seeming to get along particularly well, their skill in devastating the surroundings with combined attacks was superb.

“-Tch.”

Of course, it’s not as if Mobius himself would be immediately neutralized without such things. He still had plenty of means at his disposal.

No.

Compared to all those Demonic Spire facilities, it would be more accurate to call him alone the “main force.”

-!

Without any calculation or incantation, multiple formulas were created with just a slight wave of his hand.

Each one of these was a high-level spell that would fry the brain of an ordinary spellcaster who even attempted to imitate it.

Mobius. Master of the Demonic Spire. Seeker of Truth.

A genius who could reach this level simply by manipulating his abilities to attack enemies, without the help of facilities.

Moreover, this is his fortress that he has built over many long years, and therefore an overwhelmingly advantageous environment for him.

As a result, each spell he created now possessed power that could rightfully be called catastrophic.

But.

“Not a chance!”

The Luminary, Elia, shouted as she intervened in the center.

While there are many reasons why the Luminary is considered humanity’s strongest force, the fundamental reason stems from her exclusive holy sword.

The ability to return all energy it faces to zero—an irrationality that in some ways surpasses demonic energy.

The radiant light emitted by the drawn holy sword completely collapses all the formulas he had prepared.

“An opening!”

And, not missing the moment when a brief gap appeared in his thoughts, white demonic energy intermingled with red demonic energy immediately surged up.

While the White Demon’s energy basically possesses the authority of “seduction,” when combined with the Red Demon’s authority of eternal flames that never extinguish until the target turns to ash, it clearly created an interesting synergistic effect.

Looking at the research wing that was being completely incinerated as if pulled into a black hole, despite clearly not being within range, this was the natural conclusion.

As if the two demonic energies combined were creating a completely new property.

‘…Don’t be ridiculous.’

He had already prepared all the facilities needed to deal with opponents possessing demonic energy. However, the Demonic Vessels that suddenly appeared here now.

They were “combining” their demonic energies, amplifying their effects.

The reason this was possible was.

‘…Because they have a focal point that can gather powers that should never cooperate, that should have no reason to cluster together.’

As Mobius ground his teeth while having such thoughts, Darwood’s voice suddenly dropped:

“If you’re jealous, make your own harem.”

“…”

Could he read minds?

“No, you just had a resentful expression on your face.”

“..You-“

At Darwood’s voice that seemed to be mocking him, Mobius’s molars ground together to the point of breaking.

“-bastards…! Don’t make me laugh. Don’t make me laugh…!”

And his eyes burned with a dangerous color as he uttered those words.

“I, I! I cannot fall in a place like this-!”

Undoubtedly, that was true.

“I have a goal that must be achieved. I cannot be stopped by a bug like you!”

Human evolution.

His own noble goal that must eventually be reached.

Mobius had a reason why he could never fall.

His consciousness returned to five years ago, when he first entered the Demonic Spire.

Yes. The horrific memories he experienced there completely changed him. That was—

“-Not interested.”

“…”

Mobius’s consciousness was abruptly pulled back as he tried to continue his reminiscence.

Darwood Campbell, who had approached him at some point, said with a broad smile using all the facial muscles in his body:

“Did you think I’d give you a villain awakening event?”

With those words.

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