Kill Barbatos in the Rift of Time

Kill Baphomet in the Gap of Time

Gord carefully wiped the sweat from an artificial human's forehead.

But his expression was grim.

Gathered around the artificial human were not only Gord, Fiore, and Caules.

There was even a whole array of auxiliary instruments.

The instruments emitted all manner of strange noises, while the ECG on the display rose as high as Everest, making it hard to believe their eyes.

240 beats per minute.

"Isn't that frequency far too fast?" Fiore frowned. "What exactly did Assassin's Master do?"

"An excessively fast heartbeat usually indicates strenuous activity. Thousand Tree's artificial humans are divided into combat types and mana-supply types. Assassin's Master is the latter, so even a little exercise can leave her like this."

Gord quickly explained, his expression growing even uglier.

The data on the instruments became even less optimistic.

By the time Assassin and the others returned, how was he supposed to explain this situation?

"No, no, no! Her designed lifespan makes it impossible for her to survive this! She's Assassin's Master! Damn it, how did this happen?"

Gord keenly felt his own helplessness and clenched his fists.

"Uncle Gord, what exactly did Assassin's Master do?"

Gord frowned and shook his head. "I don't know either."

He only knew that, judging from this artificial human's cardiopulmonary function, she was already close to exhaustion. She was like Pheidippides, who had run for an entire day to deliver the good news after the Battle of Marathon.

After covering such a distance, Pheidippides had been almost completely numb to the state of his own body. He had even believed he could keep running for much longer before collapsing.

But this artificial human girl's legs, hands, and everywhere else were covered in scrapes, even bloodstains.

Her baby-soft skin was endearing, but it could not