319. Execution
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The most vulnerable point for humans who plan and approach any situation is, of course, the sudden emergence of variables.
Determining the “urgency” of humans with such characteristics is how well they can adapt to situations when things go beyond their plans.
It goes without saying that as someone in charge of the Matapju role, Mobius possesses exceptional abilities even among these exceptional beings.
In other words,
To be in a situation where one cannot help but be flustered implies an extraordinary event in various ways.
“- Bombard!”
With a sudden burst of shouts, the storm of weapons he meticulously designated for firepower and mobility once again swept through the surroundings.
Weapons that gather all the facilities in Matapju,
These weapons boast power that wouldn’t be inappropriate to label each as a disaster.
They are things that anyone who is not affiliated with Matapju would be envious of, even if they just got to touch them for a moment.
And what about those who handle such things?
If a person who was considered a genius even as a human utilizes various mechanizations, abilities, and all the banned methods of magic known, their intelligence is bound to reach the realm where it can be called superlative.
Instantly derived all variables, vectors, and branches of possibilities. Produce the optimal response in any unforeseen situation,
Even if it reaches the limits of human capability, with the help of various computational devices, it becomes possible to make calculations close to predicting the future in just a few seconds.
Through such weapons, such intelligence, pouring out a deluge of disaster-like desires that definitively aim to kill the opponent.
The air ignites. The earth tears apart. The sky is dyed crimson, and the scenery swept away in a single blast visibly changes.
After the attack sweeps through, it takes quite a while for the raised dust to settle.
And yet,
“Again…?!”
Mobius gritted his teeth as he continued to stare at Dowd Campbell, who still stood unharmed beyond the blast.
It did not reach.
Again this time.
It is the pattern of the ongoing exchange of blows that has been continuing for a few minutes now.
As if it were an illusion without substance.
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By the narrowest margin, the opponent evades everything. Enduring so intact,
Even if a living dragon were to come, it would not be able to withstand such a definite disaster!
While he entertained such thoughts, Mobius, who walked silently and expressionlessly towards him, clenched his fists until blood was drawn once again.
“You damn bastard…!”
The cause that triggers his confusion must be coming from here as well.
Several times he has nonchalantly let all the perfectly calculated moves slip away.
However, it is himself that he finds pushed into the current situation.
What’s even stranger is that it’s as if there’s no counterattack.
If he can read every move in this battle, then naturally, during this lull where he poured out this round of firepower, he would have devised a means to strike back against this side.
But there’s not even that.
Just after enduring this one round of attack, he simply walks towards this side at a leisurely pace. There isn’t even a hint of a hostile move.
“What is he aiming for…?”
It felt like he was in a dream.
In the midst of all his moves being nullified, the opponent’s intentions were beyond his grasp.
“Am I missing something…?”
He knew that the opponent was clever and cunning, but this style of combat was undeniably bizarre.
At the very least, it was unquestionably strange for someone like Mobius, who could boast of being the best in the world when it came to “computational speed,” to be followed in this manner. That went beyond the realm of simply being intelligent.
Being able to keep up with that was as if that man was invincible in these strategic battles.
As if he could even see the future.
“…”
However, Professor Mobius immediately discarded the hypothesis that had just crossed his mind.
– Of course, that’s an absurd idea.
Even the Grey Devil, who could directly manipulate the time axis, couldn’t directly peer into the future.
Among all the demons with transcendental powers, hearing that someone could handle such an ability was sheer nonsense.
“What the hell…!”
If it continues like this, regardless of what kind of ability that man wields right now.
It is a foregone conclusion that he will be defeated by that man.
“Defeated?”
The moment he contemplated that word, Mobius’s mind turned briefly pale.
Because it was a thought that he had never once considered until now.
Die?
Him?
So, once again.
This time, with the determination to definitely kill.
Thinking that, he finished his calculation in his head at a terrifying speed while watching Dowd Campbell slowly walk towards him, step by step.
“—Barrage!”
Thick, swirling waves of magical power that could sweep away everything within range began to surge from all the research facilities of the gathered Towers as he thought of such a plan.
No matter what kind of defense mechanism is in place, if you get caught in it like a drop of water, the only option is to come up with an attack that will definitely hit within range.
The facilities within the range of the Towers will probably turn into ashes, but it’s an unavoidable sacrifice. Because in that moment, everything he has built up until now will be in vain. If you lose something, you can just build it up again!
With that thought, blinding particles erupted from all the nearby buildings, to the extent that the research facilities that were conducting “experiments” on that man just a moment ago were ruthlessly bombarded for a long time due to the effects of that bombardment.
Of course, Mobius himself had already soared into the sky with the help of various drones, long before he escaped from the range of such attacks.
“…Is he dead?”
“He’s boasting about resurrection spells, of course he’s alive.”
“…!”
Mobius looked around in horror at the voice he heard.
For some reason, he saw himself sitting on some of the floating antigravity objects in the air, dangling his legs.
It’s as if he’s mocking.
As if saying, “Do you really think you can hit me with such an attack?”
“Damn it…!”
It was only natural that Mobius felt the urge to curse at the sight of Mobius’ eyes rolling back in his head.
And, of course, it was an obvious fact.
Scratching the bottom of a person’s soul was always an area that could be considered Dowd Campbell’s specialty.
Before Mobius’ sentence filled with anger even ended, Dowd’s calm voice suddenly dropped.
“So, is that all?”
“What did you say?”
As Mobius simply stood there with a dumbfounded expression, Dowd glanced at his own wristwatch.
A yawn, clearly accompanied by a feeling of annoyance, escaped from his mouth.
“I said 10 minutes. Until I kill you.”
“…”
“It’s been less than 5 minutes. Do you have anything else to show?”
With those words, Dowd grimaced and smirked.
“You still haven’t landed a single hit, have you?”
Upon hearing those words, a cascade of emotions surged in an instant.
“…”
The first sensation was strangeness.
Secondly, there was restlessness.
Subsequently, what was felt was an intense rage that could obliterate reason in an instant, a furious blaze that could turn the mind white-hot and incinerate the brain.
“This, son of a —!!!”
A curse filled with a rage that felt like a volcanic explosion, a profanity never uttered before, erupted from Mobius’s vocal cords.
No one could stand above him. No human being should.
“Kill him!”
Once again, his head began to throb violently.
In truth, if he had maintained rational judgment, he would never have done such a thing.
Attacks utilizing the facilities of Matop had already turned into futile attempts many times over. Bringing out a different attack would likely result in the same repetitive cycle.
Even now, Mobius was contorting his body with full concentration, mobilizing all available means to land at least one blow on that man. Trying harder now wouldn’t change anything.
Again.
That man, relentlessly, without getting tired.
He would win in the battle of wits against him.
As if drying and killing the prey in his grasp.
As if playing with it.
All of it would have naturally come to mind if he could have had even a bit of rational judgment.
Stepping back one pace, analyzing the opponent, quickly realizing that it would be wise to plan to analyze another variable.
Yes.
Just as Mobius was trying to push that man.
If only his mind hadn’t been completely consumed by ‘anger.’
“Yeah. I know because I’ve been through it too.”
And.
Daud, who had been watching the scene, chuckled and rose to his feet.
“When you’re angry, normal judgment becomes impossible.”
It was a voice that clearly indicated he had been waiting for this moment.
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So even he is not the final boss. Looks like its the pope