Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

An absurd idea exploded in Kyoko's mind and quickly took root.

Meanwhile, the magicians and heroic spirits who successively fought against these autonomous mechs discovered this fact.

"Clear! Clear! Clear!"

Amidst the bewitching mechanical sounds, dozens of anti-aircraft guns, automatically constructed from metal modules, relentlessly fired at the target trapped in the center of the sand.

A deafening roar erupted as cannonballs, mixed with mysterious gunpowder, rhythmically fired from the earth.

"...!"

Everyone thought it was just a cannonball flying in a straight line, and that it could be easily avoided as long as you could see its trajectory. But he immediately dismissed this naive idea.

Even the shells after they've been fired are part of the mystery surrounding these mechanical monsters.

Even if it was impossible for them to make a perfect right angle, the group of heroes with multiple heroic spirits could immediately tell that this was a trajectory change that completely ignored the laws of physics. Instead of dodging the cannonballs falling from the ground, they chose to defend themselves completely and destroy them.

As the heroic spirits with cone-shaped heads, their consciousness accelerated once more, attempting to find an opening to attack in the slow-motion vision.

However, in the decelerating scenery, only the speed of the projectiles being fired is completely inconsistent with the deceleration of the surroundings.

Theoretically, the firing rate of anti-aircraft guns is 12 rounds per minute, but compared to what is known to the public, the firing rate of anti-aircraft guns is actually increasing little by little.

"Still...accelerating?"

The anti-aircraft guns had already fired eight shells in quick succession at a rate of more than one per second.

Faced with this foul amount of ammunition and the trajectory of the shells, the magician and the heroic spirits' advantage of superhuman reaction and thinking ability was completely wiped out.

The barrage of cannonballs that unfolded before everyone's eyes would have vanished in a single hit if it were an ordinary fantasy species.

However, among them are war gods, magicians from the Age of Gods, descendants of the legendary Demon God Pillars, legends of those returning from the Fairy Land, and invaders from beyond the realm...

In an instant, patterns unfolded like sparrow wings from a multitude of techniques, including lightning, tentacles, light blades, spells, and shadows, creating a dense barrier.

From a worldly perspective, this is also considered a violation of the rules; the mysterious cannonballs shattered one after another.

"I see... another kind of puppet mech originating from science?"

The heroic spirits murmured softly.

"It's worth noting. Let me see it again!"

The ancient spirits quietly adjusted their breathing, accurately executing their defenses while calmly refining their magical power.

Just as everyone had fully grasped the rhythm of the barrage and was preparing to switch to attack techniques during the gaps—in a surprise manner, through the gaps in the flames of the explosion.

A muffled rumble came from the ground again, which was the monster formed by merging with the countless light patterns that gathered and extended from the ground, and aggregating itself as a high-density mass of magic.

The colossal warrior, over a hundred feet tall, was covered with iron blocks, tree branches, cement, and other debris, as if the entire city's ruins had become its flesh and blood.

Behind it, a halo of light shone with seven colors, exuding an eerie sense of holiness.

A familiar scent wafted over, causing Webber and Iskandar's expressions to change slightly.

It's that! The monster that attacked them from underground!

Chapter Seventy-Eight: There can only be one king in Hell, and that king is—

"Gordias Wheel!"

"Hecatic Wheel!"

The two mobile units with aerial attack capabilities—Iskandar the Conqueror and Hephaestion the Shadow Warrior—pulled the reins in perfect unison, riding their divine bull and dragon at a mad dash through the sky. Crimson and black lightning were summoned down, striking the colossus one after another.

The massive head, made of cement and steel bars, was half-shattered by a dense thunderstorm, revealing black, rotting soil and withered, entwined plant stems.

"Buzz!"

However, the seven-colored crown behind the Colossus trembled and hummed, and as if time had reversed, the falling debris, steel remains, and plant stems all returned to their original positions on their own, reconstructing the monster's complete head.

Meanwhile, the arrows shot by Diana, the daggers thrown by the madman, the lightning summoned by Little Ai, and the spells subsequently cast by the Cirque magicians encountered even greater anomalies.

The seven-colored halo slowly began to stir—the various attack methods within the flying object lost control and vanished without a trace from the clouds.

This is not a metaphor.

Just as it literally means, it disappeared.

The attack, which entered the gap between the thick clouds and the corona, vanished without a trace, as if it had fallen into a cave opened in the sky.

It was as if we had been swallowed up by something enormous.

Immediately afterwards, lightning crackled across the giant's body, and the spikes of arrows and the blades of daggers emerged from its arms, becoming part of the monster's body.

Absorb! Assimilate!

Everyone's pupils contracted, and their faces turned grim.

"Roar!"

In an instant, a thunderous roar came from the Colossus's trembling chest, and the towering monster standing on the nuclear blast ruins swung its arms forward.

In an instant, arrows, daggers, and lightning bolts shot towards the people trapped on the sand with several times the power.

"This body stands upon calamity, sometimes a hazy white chalk wall!"

Mash stepped forward with her shield, roaring as she slammed it down. A wall of light, constructed of chalky soil, rose from the ground, transforming into an impregnable fortress that blocked the dense and rapid onslaught for everyone.

Amidst the continuous explosions outside the pure white high walls, the delicate girl's body gradually bent, her feet sliding backward inch by inch.

The colossus gazed at the fortress that had sprung up out of thin air and the figures gathering on the sand. Finally, its gaze fixed on a certain spot, and its previously empty eyes erupted with unparalleled rage and killing intent.

"Those who defy orders... die! Die! Die!"

The monster let out a muffled growl, took two strides, and charged toward the last remaining patch of clean land on the sandy ground, its arms, constructed of cement, steel, plants, and scorched earth, slamming down on its target.

The earth pounded like a heavy drum, scorched wasteland and molten lava rose high, and the dark arms, like giant battering rams, fell heavily with an aura of destruction.

It contains high-density magic that has been modified for the sole purpose of destruction.

If the target chooses to dodge, the entire Chalk City, which Mash alone is supporting, will probably be reduced to rubble in an instant.

In a daze, countless jet-black feathers grew from the ground, as if a winding serpent was about to coil around the entire fortress.

Although it only lasted a few seconds, the magicians in the distance only mistook it for the sky suddenly darkening.

A battle of this caliber cannot be stopped without the presence of Heroic Spirits or forces of equal rank.

The cluster of black feathers above the fortress continued to stretch towards the sky, weaving into a pair of serpentine wings that stretched for kilometers before gracefully closing into a cocoon, enveloping the chalk city in reassuring darkness.

The colossus confirmed that its attack had been absorbed by the pair of serpentine wings, which even used the absorbed magic to continue extending in this direction, becoming even more enraged.

"Kill...kill!"

The broken arm transformed into a long, narrow, black blade, slashing wildly and tearing a gap in the pair of serpentine wings as an outlet for its rage.

Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black blade, a mixture of scorched earth, gravel, plant roots, and many other miscellaneous objects, pierced the breach point and thrust into the ground protected by the chalk fortress.

"when!"

The sharp, explosive sound of metal colliding echoed outwards, almost piercing the eardrums of ordinary people.

The magicians covered their ears, contorted their faces, and looked in the direction of the sound.

A raised finger rested on the tip of the blade and flicked it lightly.

"Ding--"

With a crisp ringing sound, the nearly 100-meter-long black blade shattered inch by inch, and pieces of the attached debris disintegrated and scattered.

This collapse severed the entire arm of the Colossus.

"How pathetic..."

The ancient serpent, bearing twelve serpentine wings, rose into the air, gazing wistfully at the monster whose body was constantly disintegrating, a sigh escaping its lips.

"—Fenbaba."

The elves, who were once born of nature, were repeatedly exploited after their deaths. First, they became Marduk's puppets, then accomplices of the King of Kings, leading to the fall of Uruk.

Now, it has been illegally summoned as a Berserker, and due to the influence of the catalyst, it has become an alien monster with scorched earth and ruins as its flesh and blood and covered with metal armor.

If I'm not mistaken, its spirit core has been completely corrupted, becoming one with this defiled land after the nuclear explosion.

No wonder we couldn't find its true form after several encounters, and no wonder our whereabouts weren't hidden from those madmen behind the scenes.

Because in a sense, Snowfield City has become itself, its tentacles are everywhere.

Nevertheless, Samael did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand and grabbed another black watch that came hurtling towards him, and rose rapidly as if carrying a tattered sack.

The howling wind has turned the abandoned streets of Chalk City and Snowfield City into a distant landscape.

During the ascent, Berserker, or "Fenbaba," continued to fight back fiercely. The seven-colored halo behind him coalesced into various spells, constantly attacking this target that exuded an unpleasant aura. Samael's twelve serpentine wings, like sharp swords and whips, swept, stabbed, blocked, and slashed, responding accordingly.

Streaks of energy swept towards the airship carrying the invisibility magic, causing damage to some of the spells, which exploded in the air like orange fireworks.

However, neither the envious Finbaba nor the expressionless Samael had time to care about these things.

The black serpentine wings that enveloped the city of chalk have disappeared, and the energy has flowed back into Samael's body.

The twelve serpentine wings behind the ancient serpent unfurled, releasing magical power and propelling it upwards.

Of course, its flight method is completely different from that of birds. Rather than flying, it is more like floating like the wind. While flying, it transforms into various weapons and launches more and more fierce attacks, constantly tearing Humbaba apart.

In order to fight against it, Humbaba also developed a pair of steel wings and further expanded the "wings" to frantically absorb the thin ether surrounding the planet into its body.

However, as the distance increased, its connection with Snowfield City weakened, the seven-colored halo behind it gradually flickered, and its self-healing and reorganization began to slow down drastically, even failing to keep up with the speed of destruction.

10,000 meters... 20,000 meters... 30,000 meters...

Soon, the twelve-winged fallen angel and the earth-born spirit were pulled to an altitude of 200,000 meters.

At this moment, the seven-colored crown behind Finbaba had dimmed to the point of almost going out, and his body was also being destroyed and peeled away, leaving only a small part of it.

Do you know how Antaeus died?

Samael looked down at the cocoon-like core inside the cavity, woven and intertwined with countless black roots, and asked leisurely.

A cluster of pitch-black flames simultaneously ignited in his palm, spreading towards the small half of the Colossus's remains after the mud shell and ruins had been peeled away.

The spirits and deities of the earth often possess vigorous vitality, but once they are separated from the soil and rise into the sky, their fate is predictable.

Just as the flames from hell were about to spread into the core of Humbaba's cocoon, several beams of high-energy charged particles pierced through the thin clouds high above and shot in from below.

"Click..."

With a crisp snapping sound, Samael lowered his raised left arm and looked down.

A cocoon-like core, encased in black, withered branches and scorched earth, dragged its disintegrating remains as it plummeted from the sky.

The target isn't me, but it?

Seeds floating in the air will eventually wither and die, but if they can fall to the ground and take root in the soil, they can regain their vitality.

A very smart decision, but... do you think you can escape?

Samael threw down the remaining half of his clay-sculpted arm, and several jet-black swords formed from hellfire materialized in front of him, shooting towards the falling cocoon core.

"Okay, halftime break..."

Just as the suspended sword was about to fall.

The girl's innocent voice echoed through the vast, snow-covered forest.

"……Um?"

A moment after the girl spoke, Samael let out a hint of surprise, his slightly narrowed vertical pupils scanning the surroundings with the look of someone who had seen something suspicious.

He should be standing at an altitude of 200,000 meters.

However, the moment they heard the girl's voice, the entire vast forest immediately obscured their view.

He stood in the coniferous forest covered with thick snow, in a forest where the overwhelming whiteness of the snow dominated the earth more completely than the color of the leaves and bark.

Fine snowflakes fell on Samael's bare arms, the cool touch penetrating his skin.

--Forced transfer?

The ancient serpent stirred its magic, enveloping its body in a layer of air for warmth, and frowned as it surveyed its surroundings.

--Unlikely, there is no obvious spatial fluctuation.

This coniferous forest landscape is also inconsistent with the geographical environment surrounding Xueyuan City.

—Or rather, a bounded field?