A definite thought came from the Gray Mist. "This isn't meant to strike anything. It's meant to send something to a target location."
"Ah?"
That answer truly caught Schiller off guard.
Ever since Schiller learned from Nyarlathotep that Anatoly had built some bizarre cannon and fired a shot at the stars, he had been trying to figure out what Anatoly was up to.
In his impression, this Doctor was not someone passionate about weapons research or afflicted with insufficient-firepower anxiety. There was nothing particularly violent about him. Most of the time, he was extremely gentle. If you could not reach the obsession and madness hidden beneath that gentle exterior, you would only think he was a kind, good Doctor.
Greed felt that he was very similar to him.
Anatoly must have developed weapons for some reason, but Schiller truly could not see what that reason was. In his view, there was nothing that required a weapon like this to strike.
Schiller had been in Marvel for quite a while too. The resources at his disposal were enough to forge an indestructible weapon, but it would have been meaningless to him. Who would he use the thing on? Abstract entities? Even without attacking them, didn't Eternity and Death run whenever they saw him?
Because he could not figure it out, Schiller needed to investigate. But Nyarlathotep definitely would not tell him anything, and he was not about to agree to Nyarlathotep's strange conditions.
Schiller could only start with the victim.
That shell had not struck Nyarlathotep directly, which meant the thing had not been intended to kill Nyarlathotep. But among the stars, another unlucky fellow had nearly been hit head-on.
That unlucky fellow was Hydra.
This was the only useful piece of information Schiller had gotten from Nyarlathotep. But as for