4-92: Silver Bullets Are on Another Level (5/5)

4-92: Silver Bullets Are on Another Level (5/5)

There was no way for these spectators to understand the thoughts and experiences of those involved in such intense battle.

Neither Venom nor the soldiers could afford to move. It didnt even matter that some of them had regained consciousness.

They just remained where they were as though waiting fearfully for a tornado to pass.

Perhaps precisely because of how fast the two moved, the resolution was reached in less than 20 seconds. Of course, for those involved, those 20 seconds felt more like minutes.

Gugah!!

The difference in power was made abundantly clear. The once-mighty steel giant was now in a pitiful state with sparks flying, sunk into the floor. The small tanks embedded within it remained unscathed, but they were now mostly empty. Even the seemingly thick armor had been so severely damaged in the areas without the tanks that the burned skin of the pilot could be seen.

Its over.

The Mask let go of Crimson, but she continued to cling tightly onto him. For a moment, he wondered if he had gone too far because she wasnt responding, so without any hesitation, he decided to slap her on the butt. Of course, she was still in armor.

Hyaa! W-What are you doing!?

Its over already Are you hurt anywhere?

It was curious if it was the slap or the fact that it was her butt that he touched that woke her up, but regardless, Myuhi was flustered.

The Mask gently checked up on her. His voice was still inscrutable, but for some reason, Myuhi could easily gleam through his emotions, and she could tell that he was genuinely concerned about her. Thats why she couldnt figure out whether to get mad at him or not.

Im a bit dizzy, but something on this level should go away quickly.

In the end, she decided to just put it off for later and glared at the immobile enemies. Because of that she didnt hear Shinichi when he muttered to himself, saying, Has she built up a resistance?

After Crimson confirmed that most of the enemies have lost the will to fight, she turned her attention to the two people that seemed most likely to try something.

Ive always thought there was something wrong about your standards for easier.

Surely, it was much easier to just demonstrate his great power right off the bat, conserve his strength, then suppress the enemy should anything unexpected happen. Yet he was saying that entering that domain that far surpassed anything known to man was actually much easier? Crimson frowned.

The clean up is a hassle.

Oh. So he wasnt worried about using a great power and leaving himself open but the traces such a power would leave. Upon realizing that, Crimson could not help but think to herself how sincere the boy was beneath that mask. She drew her spear.

You do a thorough job, dont you?Stop it. We can see you, and its futile.

She pointed the tip of her spear at Venom, who stood with his back toward the garden. His once gentlemanly expression was now distorted beyond recognition. In its place was anger and humiliation, and he took an assault rifle from one of the soldiers that had been sent his way.

This assault rifle was connected to a tank filled with a mysterious silver liquid. It was one of those so-called Apostle Armaments that they were so proud of. However, the Mask had already proven that they were useless before him.

Of course, the power of those weapons without Masquerade to support her would be frightening.

Her blood ran cold at the thought of the destruction they could cause inside the chapel and the fact that they were being mass produced.

Despite that she was skilled enough to keep that from showing on her face, and Venom, who was consumed by anger, failed to see through her mask.

Shut up! Us supreme Snakes created these Apostle Armaments! Theres no way we would be defeated by the likes of you! A mere private soldier of some merchant of death and a clown that makes a mess of the world for fun!

He placed his finger on the trigger with all of his malice.

Neither Crimson nor the Mask could be shaken by such insults, so they just responded appropriately.

Crimson tightened her body like a bow in anticipation of the attack, her spear at the ready, while the mask unleashed his power to deflect the silver bullets whichever direction they came from, but then

A singing voice resounded.