The slightly hoarse, weak voice was calm enough to convey an incomparable determination. No one knew what it meant for him to say those words at such a critical moment,
but the grim, heavy symphony within the howling wind seemed finally to rise, unveiling an epic of burning fighting spirit!
Above the Observation Room of the fallen royal court in North London, amid Leonidas and Neil's astonishment, countless technological weapons emerged from the white cubes, sweeping across the Numbered Monster Sea.
Though he had said he was not interested and would not interfere, Schmidt had not stood entirely by. At this moment, he looked at the arcane glow in the sky.
"With that Night Walker's spatial hub, it can naturally be done. But why are you asking about this now?"
It was as though he had been gathering strength for precisely this moment. The instant he received his mentor's affirmative answer,
the young man who had risen to his feet again spoke in the darkness at the bottom of the pit.
Having heard everything he said, Schmidt—the only one who understood what he intended to do—let a trace of surprise flicker through his calm eyes and gave a low snort.
"Hmph. It is utter fantasy. This absurd method does not even have a one percent chance of succeeding."
Explaining it had taken too much strength. Fang Ran's soft laugh in the darkness was faint amid his panting. Having come to understand how indirect this old man was, he caught the other meaning hidden in those words.
It was not impossible.
"I do not really understand it either, but if you need electrical energy to supply power, my ability should be able to do it!"
There was no need for doubt. In the Numbered Monster Sea before the exit, lightning flashed