Clash and Separation

"'1-025' has finally appeared!

"It's flying toward the exit representing 'Blue Star.'"

Though pleasantly surprised, the military Saint did not act rashly. Instead, he looked toward the Archbishop of the Church of Steam beside him, seemingly seeking his opinion.

Horamick narrowed his eyes after hearing this, as though deep in thought.

Only after several seconds of silence did he open his eyes and say at an unhurried pace:

"It could also be deliberately drawing our attention... As far as I know, although the independent space sealed off by '1-010' has quite a few exits, aside from the 'Moon' where we are now, none of the other entrances or exits can accommodate the power of a demigod. It simply cannot pass through them."

The military Saint nodded and said pointedly, "That's right. So I would like to ask you, Archbishop, to intercept it, while I remain here."

Horamick glanced at him and smiled gently. "It seems you think it is more likely to come here? That the one heading toward Blue Star is merely a decoy?"

Before this worldly-wise Archbishop, the military Saint had no intention of concealing his motives. He said succinctly, "This is the only correct exit."

"It seems your military is determined to obtain '1-025.' You are even willing to offend the Church of Storms for it..." Horamick gave him a meaningful look, but did not refuse. To him, eliminating the threat '1-025' posed to ordinary people as quickly as possible was what mattered most.

"We need it to do something." The military Saint answered vaguely and said nothing more.

Horamick nodded. Then, the skin around his legs opened on its own, revealing the extraordinarily complex mechanical structure within. After a series of transformations and recombinations, it formed a device resembling an airship propeller.

He then rose into