"Do you think you're fast?" Samael sneered.
"If I use magic, you won't even be able to see my shadow."
Mulan looked at Samael in dismay, clenching her fists and holding back.
Even though many of their subordinates had already died, their determination to fight to the death remained unbroken.
But upon seeing Mulan's gesture, the remnants lurking around all temporarily stopped chanting.
The signal flare had already been shot, the fiery red ball flickering in the sky, but Mulan had no intention of retreating just yet—she was certain that she and her subordinates were still faster than the Samael before her.
Mulan was contemplating whether she should make a final counterattack with everyone else or escape to preserve their strength.
In truth, victory was not impossible, Mulan thought.
They still had a trump card, and moreover, the current Samael may not have any spare energy left.
In Mulan's logic, there had to be a price for Samael's previous display of power, otherwise why wouldn't she continue to use it now?
In that state, even if she couldn't kill me, who was relatively fast, she could at least kill my other subordinates.
So why did she stop fighting and shoot the signal flare instead?
"Can Samael really be pushed to such a point?"
"Until the end, humans always manage to surprise me."
Noticing the momentary flash of red light in the pitch-black night sky, Mammon, who was stargazing, noted the location where the signal flare was launched and patted her bottom as she stood up from the roof of the church.
The fierce wind of the night howled as she stood atop this peak that made everything else seem small. A carefree madness welled up in Mammon's heart.
The vast darkness below the boundless sky seemed to be nothing more than a wisp of gauze at this height. Just give it a slight pull, and its frail body would immediately crumble into pieces.
"Merka, this shot..."
"I salute you."
The profound moon suddenly dimmed, as if a curved moon flame bow made by the gods themselves descended from the sky and fell into Mammon's hands.
The fervent flame, like vassals bowing beneath Mammon's feet, as the rumble grew louder, Mammon firmly grasped this mighty bow, which was slightly larger than her entire body, and slowly pulled it apart.
The twisted bowstring crossed her chest, reached her armpit, and the bow body was supported by Mammon's other hand, forming a crescent-shaped moon that seemed precarious.
The torrents of heat constantly released from under Mammon's feet gathered into a downpour of fiery points, forming a vortex of flames on the bowstring that Mammon was pulling with all her strength.
"Very good..."
"In this position, even Jade wouldn't be able to sense my magic fluctuations."
Like a beautiful woman stepping out of a bath, a sharp arrow split through the layers of enveloping flames and landed on the empty bowstring.
The galaxy-like sea of fire rotated slowly, with Mammon's pulled bowstring at its center.
Like a satellite, the flowing flames madly spun around the arrow's tail, the massive counterweight attached to the arrow made it stable and precise.
"The Wrath of Agni."
As the indifferent voice fell, the red-to-pale white magic arrow left the string, tearing through the air like a rainbow, as if it could shatter the starry sky on the horizon, falling from the depths of the clouds.
A blazing white star, with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, pierced through the pitch-black night, landing on the back mountain of Erisburg.
The area centered around Samael, with a radius of thousands of kilometers, was completely flattened.
The entire back mountain was hit by the sudden impact, sinking slightly, as if the cracked land that had been ironed by magma had no trace of trees, and everything had turned into part of the fiery cracked scorched earth.
Mammon, standing in the clouds, compared the location where the signal gun was fired with his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
"Right on target."
"But this impact probably won't harm that tough guy Samael."
"Now that this is done, my mission is complete. If I don't move after causing such a commotion, I'm afraid Oedipus will find me."
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Samael used a signal gun?!
As the suddenly red sky dazzled her eyes, Merka looked at the "Mulang" next to her with astonishment.
These people actually have this kind of ability?
Merka glanced at the towering injection machine more than ten meters tall.
There were more than ten Curseborn intentionally or unintentionally gathering there. Merka wanted to destroy the machine but had no idea where to start, not to mention "Mulang" sitting quietly next to her.
But now Merka didn't have time to worry about Samael. The immediate task was to destroy this machine, otherwise, even if enough badges were collected to win the championship, it would be in vain, and they would still be judged as disqualified.
No, at that time, it might not even be certain if they could survive.
Pinching the throbbing brow, Merka felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
In addition to tight defense, there was another reason why Merka didn't dare to take risks.
That was the suspicion Mulang had expressed earlier.
Merka felt that it might be his own paranoia, but he had to be cautious.
If he forced his speed, Merka was confident in blasting the water tank behind the large machine with lightning speed and then escaping.
But what if Mulang had suspected him a long time ago? What if this was just the first injection device and there was another one hidden somewhere?
Merka needed to obtain accurate information before taking action.
Looking up at the sky through the tall trees, Mulang seemed to sense a trace of red light as well.
However, since this was the backside of the back mountain and was far away from where Samael was, the light of the signal flare was not very noticeable.
A pure white meteor streaked across the sky, and Mulang spoke up.
"Go find Turing's team and engage."
"She does indeed have an accomplice, and that accomplice has strange magic, capable of disguising themselves as Turing and transforming into a monster."
Even though Merka couldn't see Mulang's face hidden under the bandages, they could feel the extreme darkness in Mulang's expression from their cold tone.
Merka stared at Mulan, who seemed to be talking to herself, with astonishment and was tongue-tied.
How did he know?
I was right beside him, watching him the whole time.
He didn't use a walkie-talkie or have an owl deliver a message.
How was this possible?
Intuition told Merka that the secret must lie with Mulan's other seemingly identical self.
They truly were like one person, using the same subject when speaking, possessing the same body, and their voices and language habits were identical. Now it seemed that even their information and memories were shared.
It was as if... as if one person had grown another body in a different place.
