With one hour left until dawn, Yuan Shikai had already destroyed two-thirds of the magical energy nodes.
In theory, Olympus should have begun falling long ago.
Yet although Olympus was tilted and looked as if it could collapse at any moment,
it simply refused to fall. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
Even if it did not fall now, it would not affect the overall situation much, but Yuan Shikai could not let it go on like this without losing face.
Yuan Shikai had roughly guessed the reason. Someone had to be repairing those magical energy nodes.
And there were very few people left in the entire Lostbelt who could do that. Even by process of elimination, it was easy to guess who it was.
The only one with both the ability and the opportunity should have been Kirschtaria Wodime.
And the reason he had gone to such lengths to keep Olympus from crashing was most likely the Fantasy Tree.
Yuan Shikai had no idea what the Fantasy Tree Magellan had become after Kiara had taken it for a ride.
But if the enemy wanted to do something, destroying it was never the wrong move.
Without another word, Yuan Shikai pushed his engines to full power, and the flames spewing from his boosters grew even fiercer.
On the other side, within Olympus, Wodime was desperately repairing the magical nodes.
Wodime was in an utterly disheveled state. One sleeve of his white suit was gone, his trousers were torn at the knees, and blood was trickling from his head.
As for why he looked like that, it was entirely because he had encountered those frenzied soldiers on the way here.
Though he had tried his best to keep a low profile, Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest, had still noticed him.