A Bold Idea

Looking at Francesca, whose lower body had already been digested, all one could say was that wicked people would eventually meet their match.

The two of them were unconscious, but their life signs were stable. As Francesca herself had said, her endurance was no empty boast.

Anyone else would probably have been completely digested by now. It was hard to say whether it was her bloodline or some other special reason that had let her last this long.

ORT had probably crashed after that last attack, but its wound was still repairing itself.

Since the wound had not been struck directly, Gomorrah's traits could only slightly reduce its recovery speed, preventing it from healing immediately.

Yet chunks of flesh were visibly wriggling, demonstrating just how terrifying its regeneration was.

Ishtar: "Hurry and pull those two out! ORT was able to awaken ahead of time because it kept absorbing their magical energy."

"If we pull them out, ORT might fall asleep again from insufficient magical energy. It was awakened prematurely in the first place. If that happens, we still have a chance."

No sooner had Ishtar spoken than I flew over. Gomorrah was even faster than I was; she seemed to have seen through the situation as well.

Each of us grabbed one of them and forcibly dragged them out from the countless writhing blood vessels.

Ishtar followed close behind, with the two nuclear bombs she had charmed still circling around her.

The two nuclear bombs had actually long been in an armed state. It was only Ishtar's charm that had forcibly halted them, but the moment it was lifted, they would detonate immediately.

She controlled the two nuclear bombs and squeezed them into the wound while it was still large enough to accommodate them.

Ishtar: "What are you looking at?