"Brought this upon ourselves?" Josue laughed in fury. "Why should a viable path be branded a taboo by you? As noble wizards, what is wrong with us refusing to make way for Muggles?"
Nicholas did not answer Josue's question. At this point, any verbal dispute was pointless. Only by completely suppressing Josue could he end this war and bring this absurd farce to a close!
Seeing Nicholas remain silent, Josue seemed to grow even angrier. He sneered. "For the sake of Muggles' pathetic technology, you would abandon the concealment of the magical world and even abolish the International Secrecy Law?!"
"This is utterly ridiculous. How could the splendid magic and alchemy of wizards possibly lose to Muggle technology? Do you truly think I have no way to destroy their technology and send them back to that backward age?!"
Josue spoke madly.
Listening to Josue, Nicholas suddenly felt uneasy.
As a Demon King level wizard standing at the pinnacle of magic, Josue would naturally not make empty threats. Since he had said so, he likely truly possessed some kind of trump card.
The only question was: just how much power did the final trump card of this Demon King level wizard at the peak of magic possess?!
Josue no longer controlled the Alchemy Formation to attack Nicholas. Instead, he transformed it into hundreds of thousands of defensive Alchemy Formations and drew them toward himself, as though protecting something of utmost importance.
Then, a "crack" slowly opened across Josue's back. It resembled a metal door from futuristic technology. Blue light seeped from the crack, followed by the spatial fluctuations of the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Under Josue's control, an enormous device—one as large as an entire villa—emerged from his ant-sized body.
"Nicolas Flamel, did you think those Demon King level Mechanical Soldiers were