Integra's posture as she fired was so stiff that she rivaled those idol celebrities who had nothing but a pretty face, yet every bullet she fired struck the golden Non-Newtonian Fluid Monster precisely, that thing somewhere between liquid and solid.
At that moment, she seemed to be playing an old-fashioned shooting game. But unlike the simple targets where one only needed to distinguish hostages from terrorists, what she had to judge now was the "Timeline."
In his field of vision, he could see nearly a dozen slimes at any given moment, but fewer than a quarter of them were actually on the same timeline as her.
"No wasted shots. I'm right. They're all fake. Only this one is real..." Integra murmured so softly that even the hearing of a Sequence Three Beyonder could not make it out, but Grov could clearly sense that Integra's mental state was changing.
"A ritual!"
That was the first thought that surfaced in Grov's mind.
At the same time, several things he had failed to understand finally became clear.
The worry in his heart eased somewhat, but Grov still unconsciously sped up his movements.
As Grov accelerated his spiral-like path, the MI9 rookies immediately began to suffer.
Destroying the golden pipes beneath their feet would have been one thing, but those golden slime monsters caused them enormous trouble.
These things seemed completely unaffected by physical attacks, while spells from the Arbitrator Pathway would dissipate the moment they left the Order Domain created by the First Law. Yet if those slime monsters entered the Order Domain, they would burden His Highness Grov, who was maintaining it.
These low- and mid-Sequence Beyonders could only assign some of their number to hold the edge of the Order Domain, using an utterly inefficient human-wall tactic to stop the slime