The sudden natural-disaster-level judgment had almost certainly been caused by Typhoid Fear, which I'd given Angel Lord back in Shangjing.
And it seemed that my joke with Chief Yuan at the time had come true: a meteor shower really had appeared.
Angel Lord's A Thousand Strikes technique alone, of course, wouldn't have had such a powerful effect.
When he'd destroyed his twin swords and retreated, Fu Qian had counted carefully. He'd repeated the technique only nineteen times in total.
Multiply that by the threefold effect of Gift of Release, and that made exactly fifty-seven shots.
So many meteors falling from the sky certainly made for a visual spectacle, but the real excitement behind it was even more colorful than it seemed.
The Second Order transcendent, the saintly incarnation Angel Lord, had actually been hiding in the Institute of Curses?
For an old organization, having a few secrets was only natural.
But Angel Lord's most sensitive identity at present wasn't that of a Second Order transcendent. It was as Needle Witch Kelin's "accomplice."
Unlike Chief Yuan, who had a noble hope that the organization would remain pure, Fu Qian had no such sentimentality about the matter.
So although the encounter in Shangjing had ended in what appeared to be a peculiar stalemate, with nothing actually proven,
Fu Qian, who wasn't one to easily doubt himself, had still naturally treated it as a tacit arrangement with Night Watcher Kelin.
Angel Lord's identity had therefore been firmly assigned to the Needle Witch's faction.
Under the circumstances, it wouldn't have been all that strange if the fateful meteors had blown up one of the Night Watchers' bases—or even their headquarters.
But after the attacker fled, he'd actually hidden in the Academy, only to chase after me and put on a performance of breaking a