Something wasn't right.
When things went against reason, there was bound to be something strange behind them.
Lake had originally thought that even if his Underworld and Hell had completely split apart, so what? As long as Old Mo started causing trouble, he still had a trump card in his hands and could completely seize the initiative.
After all, he had personally arranged for Nadya and her son.
Moreover, Father Moloch was someone he had chosen—while not entirely trustworthy, he had steadfast faith in Sacred Keisha—and had asked to look after them.
Now, the monastery had been destroyed, yet Father Moloch would rather take Nadya and her son away from the Federation than seek help from the Supervisory Bureau. However he looked at it, Lake felt that something was wrong.
Could Father Moloch have defected?
That didn't make sense either.
If Father Moloch had defected, he should have been waiting for Mephisto to come to him. There was no reason for him to flee with Nadya and her son toward the Vatican at top speed.
Lake couldn't quite understand what was going on.
But...
If he couldn't understand it, then he simply wouldn't play along anymore.
That was what Lake thought as he sat in the combat command center. Then he watched the multicolored pillar of light that had suddenly blasted into existence on the coastal cliff road on the big screen.
Boom!
Sharir appeared directly within the multicolored pillar of light.
Ahead.
After Moloch, the driver, uttered a curse, the car carrying Nadya and her son Danny hurriedly swerved, then slammed straight into the guardrail beside the cliff with a loud crash.
The next second.
The car instantly shot into the air and began tumbling at incredible speed, like a yo-yo flung away, plunging rapidly and violently toward the