Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 826 The Witch's Resolve (Second Update)

Everything was proceeding according to plan, and everyone knew that the moment the monarch appeared would be the decisive battle.

Aside from the necessary artillery and anti-aircraft positions maintaining firepower, the interaction between the angels and the Immortal City gradually subsided. Near the slopes of Mount Finnbowent, no intact rocks remained; the once pristine ridge now looked as if it had been bitten by a Titan. However, such damage was still manageable for the angels, as only lower and mid-ranking angels had perished. These individuals, completely unfamiliar with military theory, had no idea why the Immortal City had established such a comprehensive defensive network. As for the Immortal City restricting their departure, the angels cared even less; they had never intended to leave Finnbowent in the first place.

With the help of Victoria Hand's wicked motives and pragmatic spirit, certain ornately decorated Baroque-style boxes, which Baron Mordo had repeatedly warned against touching, were smuggled into the battlefield, their contents unhesitatingly mixed into flamethrower fuel. At this moment, the angels were still unaware of what kind of weapons Victoria Hand had prepared for them.

Due to the special nature of these weapons, these flamethrowers were given to the Sorority for use.

Tita didn't share Sofia's anxieties. She didn't need to worry about her soldiers being corrupted by the enemy's power during battle. The Sisterhood had already labeled these enemies as "false angels" and used their unwavering faith as a weapon to resist their "hypocritical witchcraft." To be honest, even the head of the intelligence department couldn't help but pause for a moment upon hearing this, then glanced at the Kamar-Taj sorceress standing to the side. But Agent Hand, always calm and collected, subtly moved on from the topic.

"Besides, this batch of ultrafine powdered ashes isn't going to be used here." Tita pretended not to see Victoria Hand's expression. "According to the monarch's orders, we should scatter those ashes on Mount Finbowent to weaken the witchcraft of those false angels."

"Another higher-priority order issued by the monarch is that frontline commanders have the authority to adjust tactics independently." Agent Hand shook his head. "I've already experimented; mixing military flamethrower fuel with ashes doesn't affect its use. Besides, we don't have nearly enough black magic creature ashes on hand—"

Agent Hand glanced at Mordo, who shrugged. Extradimensional beings either sneak into the Prime Material Plane through various dimensional gaps, or they arrive after being sacrificed by intelligent beings. Kamar-Taj doesn't show mercy when hunting them; a decent corpse is considered lucky, and very few are burned to ashes in the Immortal City. Kamar-Taj bears no responsibility for this; it's just bad luck.

"—I have the authority to maximize the effectiveness of these weapons. If you don't mind, I still have a few experimental weapons missions to complete." Victoria Hand turned around and continued looking at the holographic command console. "Please prepare for battle. The monarch could appear at any moment, and we must all follow in his footsteps; that's the meaning behind his creation of this organization. Please also notify the Royal Guard to prepare; his personal vehicle is already parked on the helipad. It's time for him to work. I don't want to hear about him staying on the battleship and refusing to participate in ordinary warfare. Tell him that only the front lines are the best place to protect the monarch."

Salomon wasn't involved much.

He stood atop the towering rocks of the floating island, watching Bayonetta and the summoned Lady Butterfly beat the thief who had stolen Joan of Arc's soul—or rather, Lady Thorn was a lord-level demon, after all. Although residing in a different depth of the abyss, she was nominally on par with Lady Butterfly and Lady Styx. Moreover, Lady Butterfly seemed to have stolen from Lady Thorn more than once in the past (or what Lady Thorn believed to be hers), so the long-standing hatred between these two female demons predated human history—he could clearly see that Joan of Arc's soul had been swallowed by this Lady Thorn named Ainawin, and now this female demon was displaying Joan of Arc's soul, rendering Bayonetta's attacks hesitant, and even Lady Butterfly unable to unleash her full power.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to retaliate, Bayonetta sent a telepathic message to the arcane mage, "Darling, have you seen that boy?"

"No!" Salomon shouted in response, using the simplest method to avoid interfering with the witch's combat thinking. He occasionally fired a bomb to regulate Lady Thorn's movements, lest Bayonetta inadvertently injure herself. Only when Lady Thorn proudly declared that she would possess the power to kill Lady Butterfly once she had absorbed Joan of Arc's soul did he fire a bomb magazine at her, blasting her crimson crown of flesh and blood to smithereens.

"Find him!" the witch exclaimed. "The sage won't let him go!"

"Now you know who the Sage is, don't you?" Salomon didn't choose a harsh answer this time, but rather gently, like a feather being blown into Bayonetta's soul. However, the witch's reply was quite cold and hard; her usual frivolous style seemed to have vanished suddenly, like a cold forest covered in snow. "I know," she said. "If I can kill him once, I can kill him a second time. I won't hesitate."

After all, the witch clan's demise was inextricably linked to the sage clan, and even to Bayonetta's own father, so it's understandable that Bayonetta would think this way. Salomon tilted his head. "I think I can kill this demon with you first, and then we'll go find him together. Jeanne is still inside him; we need to dig her out and clean her up quickly, otherwise a smelly witch won't be pleasant," he said. "I think the snotty brat can still hold on, since he's remembered his identity, and it'll take the sages some time to subdue him. Let's take a bath, have breakfast, and then take a nap, darling. I want to see you in that sheer nightgown."

Bayonetta was amused by him. "Go on, darling. I'll be right there."

Although Rodin sensed the flow of arcane energy between Salomon and the witch, he had no interest in understanding their conversation; his only concern was his soon-to-be-completed work. The Lady of Thorns before him was the most crucial material in that soon-to-be-finished creation—he didn't object to Salomon's departure; after all, the sorcerer always sided with the witch, and he didn't want to bear pressure from both sides. Once his network of connections uncovered who had taken Joan of Arc's soul, he had already begun preparing a weapon capable of containing the Lady of Thorns's soul. He knew the Lady of Thorns's chances of death were high, but he couldn't allow Bayonetta to waste her life.

After Bayonetta cut open Lady Thorn's abdomen and extracted Joan of Arc's soul, Rodin stood in front of Lady Butterfly's fist, which was as tall as a person. To be precise, he reached out and blocked Lady Butterfly's fist. Lady Butterfly had never known the meaning of showing mercy, especially when facing an ancient enemy.

"What do you want, Rodin?" Bayonetta asked, raising her pistol.

"I just didn't want you to waste it like that." The fallen angel craftsman took out a device that he had prepared for a long time. "It's just one step away. This is a specially made tool."

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