Anime chat group: Second dimension heroines fight for me

Kotori Itsuka bit down hard on the lollipop in her mouth, the crisp cracking sound particularly jarring in the silence. The cool mint sensation exploded on her tongue, but it couldn't dispel the unease in her heart.

She stared intently at the large screen in front of her.

In satellite images, the once towering DEM headquarters now resembles a ruin trampled by giants, with charred remains exuding an eerie aura in the night.

Those fortresses that once symbolized humanity's most advanced technology in its fight against the elves are now nothing but twisted metal and collapsed bricks, silently telling the tragic story of their destruction.

Is it confirmed? Is it really true that the entire headquarters was destroyed?

Kotori's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

She turned to look at the analyst, Murasame Reine, beside her. Her red twin ponytails swayed gently with her movements, and the ribbons at the ends of her hair resembled dancing flames.

Murasame Reine pushed up her glasses, her heavy dark circles under her eyes appearing even more striking under the cold light of the screen.

Her voice was eerily calm, like that of an emotionless machine.

Absolutely true.

According to residual thermal energy analysis, the destruction occurred at 3:27 p.m. today and lasted for no more than 5 seconds.

She pulled up a set of data, and the numbers flashing on the screen were shocking.

All vital signs of the core members have disappeared, including Isaac Westcott himself.

Kotori unconsciously twirled the candy stick in her mouth.

This is her habitual gesture when she's thinking; each turn is a sign of weighing something.

Her shoulders, slightly tense beneath her white commander's uniform, betrayed her inner nervousness.

Can you determine who did it? This level of destruction…

Her words were filled with doubt and wariness.

Ratatosk's intelligence network was so vast that it knew nothing about the perpetrators of this disaster.

It is not any known sprite.

The command is executed again to retrieve another set of data.

The energy characteristic curve above is completely beyond the known range.

Its energy characteristics are completely different from spacequakes; it is more like… pure lightning energy, but its intensity exceeds the explanation range of existing physical models.

A rare hint of emotion flickered in her voice.

Even someone as worldly-wise as her couldn't help but be shocked by this situation.

Kotori frowned.

As the commander of Ratatoskr, she knew everything about the world’s known elves and magicians, down to the last detail.

However, the existence capable of destroying DEM's headquarters in five seconds was like a mysterious ghost, completely beyond her comprehension.

"There's one more thing," Reine added.

Her fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.

The screen switched, displaying a blurry image.

According to reports from ground observation stations, the elf codenamed Princess was seen in the vicinity just hours before DEM was destroyed.

Princess?

Kotori sat up abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Is that the new spirit that suddenly appeared a few days ago but mysteriously disappeared?

She was deeply impressed by the elf who suddenly appeared and then mysteriously disappeared.

And now, she seems to have an inextricable connection with this earth-shattering disaster.

Lingyin nodded: Same one.

Even more strangely, our monitoring system detected that she had brief contact with unidentified individuals before the DEM organization was destroyed.

In the picture, a girl with long purple hair stands with a man with short black hair.

Their figures stood out conspicuously in the night.

Before I could even make out their expressions and movements, the screen was overwhelmed by strong interference, with static constantly flashing, as if deliberately hiding some secret.

Kotori stared at the blurry male figure, a hint of doubt flashing in her red eyes.

This man... let's analyze his facial features in detail.

She gave the order, her voice tinged with urgency.

I've already tried it.

Lingyin's voice showed a rare fluctuation, and her brows furrowed.

All enhancement algorithms failed.

It's like... some force is preventing us from seeing him clearly.

Her words were filled with helplessness.

Ratatosk possesses the world's most advanced elf monitoring system, yet it is helpless against this mysterious man.

Even with her own strength, this was the case.

Kotori felt a chill creep up her spine, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching them from the shadows.

However, as the commander, she had to make decisions.

Continue tracking down the princess's whereabouts.

She finally gave the order, her voice firm and powerful.

At the same time, the alert level of the entire ship was raised.

I have a feeling... that the world is about to undergo a dramatic change.

Her gaze returned to the ruins on the screen, and an inexplicable premonition welled up within her.

A huge storm is brewing.

And they are about to be drawn into it.

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P.S.: The picture is of Kotori Itsuka!

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Chapter 778 The Primal Spirit? Kurumi Tokisaki Wants to Change Everything! (Seeking monthly votes, ratings, flowers, and favorites!)

On the other side of the city.

The apartment in Erya was immersed in the tranquil night.

The moonlight, like water, streamed through the glass doors of the balcony, casting a silvery glow on the floor and draping the entire room in a veil of mystery.

Ling Qing quietly left the bedroom.

His footsteps were as light as a cat's, without making a sound.

I closed the door gently, afraid of waking Tohka, who was sleeping soundly in the room.

At this moment, Tohka's face still had a satisfied blush, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she was having a sweet dream.

in the living room.

Erya was curled up on the sofa, her glasses askew, clutching the "Whispering Scriptures" tightly in her arms, fast asleep.

Her breathing was even and slow, occasionally uttering a few soft murmurs.

Ailian lay on another sofa, breathing evenly, her eyes closed.

On the surface, it seems that they have also fallen asleep.

But her eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, revealing a hint of unease.

Ling Qing's gaze was drawn to the figure on the balcony.

Kurumi Tokisaki had her back to him.

Her spirit dress stood out brightly in the moonlight, a work of art woven from the stars in the night sky.

Her golden clock face reflected the city lights, and the ever-turning hands seemed to be telling the mystery of time.

Ling Qing opened the glass door and walked to Kurumi's side.

Can't sleep?

His voice was deep and gentle, breaking the silence of the night.

Kurumi didn't turn around, but simply swirled the wine glass in her hand.

The red wine, which had somehow been taken from Erya's wine cabinet, swirled gently in the glass, reflecting a captivating luster.

Oh my, Mr. Ling Qing finished so quickly?

Her voice carried its usual teasing tone, but lacked its usual ease, as if she were deliberately concealing something.

Ling Qing chuckled: My stamina is much stronger than you think.

He endured it all to take care of Tohka.

He leaned against the railing, his iridescent eyes fixed on Kurumi's profile.

In the quiet of the night, the atmosphere between the two was subtle and complex.

But I don't think you're here to discuss this, are you?

Silence spread between the two.

Mr. Ling Qing…

Kurumi finally spoke, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the night wind, as if it came from the depths of a distant memory.

Do you believe that pure evil exists in this world?

Her voice carried a hint of confusion and pain, a wound buried deep in her heart for many years.

Ling Qing did not answer immediately.

He reached out and took Kurumi's wine glass.

He took a sip of the cheap red wine, the sour taste spreading in his mouth, but it couldn't mask the thoughts in his mind.

"Evil and good are relative concepts," he said slowly.

His gaze was fixed on the distance.

In the many worlds I have traveled through, there are very few that are absolutely black and white.

What about the Primal Spirits?

Kurumi suddenly turned around, and the hands of the clock in the eye of the clock spun wildly.

The golden light shimmered in the darkness, burning with the flames of hatred.

Her eyes were filled with hatred and pain.

Wasn't that monster who tricked me into becoming an elf pure evil?

Her voice trembled slightly, as painful past experiences continued to plague her mind and body.

Under the moonlight, Ling Qing saw for the first time the deep pain hidden in Kurumi's eyes.

That wasn't the gaze of a seasoned hunter who had lived for many years, but rather the gaze of a wounded young girl.

His eyes were filled with helplessness, despair, and anger.

It was as if a wounded little animal was licking its wounds alone in the darkness.

Tell me your story.

Ling Qing returned the wine glass to her, speaking gently.

I want to hear the real version, not the most wicked elf as others describe it.