The Fall of the Imperial Air Force; Gaviru's Scientific Spirit

With an exceptionally crisp slicing sound, a round, ball-like object flew straight up into the air.

It hit the wall with a splat and turned into a puddle of mangled flesh.

"This wine... really is good! I should take it back and offer it to Lord Morax."

Ultima held the bottle of red wine that had been aged for hundreds of years, her face full of delight at obtaining such fine wine, her words brimming with childlike innocence.

She paid absolutely no attention to the blood from the adjutant still dripping from her hand.

Then, an extremely disappointed expression appeared on Ultima's face, and she said regretfully.

"Is there only one bottle? What a pity. Could you give me a few more? If not, do you have any good tea here? If you do, could you give me some? That way, I might be a little more merciful later."

Ultima curiously asked Faraga, who stood not far away, desperately suppressing his anger.

Faraga was already so enraged by Ultima's contemptuous manner and dismissive tone that he could barely speak.

Seeing that Faraga remained silent, Ultima shifted her gaze toward the soldiers around her, whose faces were filled with terror.

"Forget it. Since you won't tell me, I'll just look for it myself. I didn't get anything useful from that little bug earlier!"

Ultima paid no attention to the headless corpse beneath her feet, still bleeding endlessly. Unconsciously avoiding every patch of floor stained red with blood, she walked toward the soldiers staring at her.

Watching this, Faraga realized what Ultima intended to do. Before he could warn anyone, her slaughter began once more.

Ultima repeated her earlier movements over and over again, tearing off one head after another with brutal ease.

She held them in her hands like toys, extracting