Sending Them Off
"Work hard. Once the project succeeds, the bonus will definitely satisfy you. Don't be too satisfied when the time comes—this is only the beginning. We'll make a fortune together, an astronomical sum beyond imagination, so keep it up!"
Dr. Moller didn't mind bringing this capable assistant into his circle of partners after he'd made a major contribution.
Todd nodded vigorously and walked over to his team. He clapped his hands several times, successfully getting their attention, then said loudly, "Gentlemen, we have a plan. A big plan. It's time to give it everything we've got!"
The team members, who had paused their work, were stunned for a moment, then erupted in cheers, drawing sidelong glances from the other project teams.
Night had completely fallen outside. A red glint flashed in the eyes of the Armored Nightmare with the severed claw. Faint red mist was slowly seeping from the gaps between every plate of bone armor on his body, drifting as if it were alive toward the other three of his kind and slipping into their ears, noses, and mouths.
Unless you were very close, it was difficult to notice the barely visible red mist.
As far as the Outer Heavenly Evil God was concerned, He couldn't put all His eggs in one basket. These four Armored Nightmares were His vessels—or rather, the project that the Moller Institute was developing with all its might suited His intentions perfectly.
He had once nearly destroyed an entire world, but He wasn't in a hurry. He had more than enough time to gather strength and make a comeback.
The researchers, working day and night, didn't notice anything amiss. Even the instruments outside the cages remained completely oblivious.
Half an hour later, the red mist finally vanished without a trace, as if