Modi understood what the Golden Dragon Girl meant, and her proposal tempted him. He had no objection to stabbing someone in the back, but...
In the end, Modi shook his head. "No. We have no idea how strong they are or what's happening inside. If we strike rashly and fail to finish them in one blow, they'll retaliate with everything they've got. We're too weak to withstand that Six-Winged Angel. Besides, I suspect something even more terrifying is hiding behind her."
"Then what do we do? Just stand here and watch?" Arudika asked in frustration. "We might as well leave. There isn't much time."
Modi's eyes shifted. He shook his head. "Not yet. I still have one trump card."
As he spoke, Modi's gaze went vacant, as though his soul had wandered away. A second or two later, he recovered.
At the same time, Major General Parison, who was directing another wave of expendable defenders from the Underground Factory's control room, suddenly shuddered. A barely perceptible Magic Array appeared in his eyes. He went blank for an instant, then recovered.
"Damn it!" Major General Parison muttered through gritted teeth. "So that's it! That bastard spared me because he meant to use me at the end?"
Major General Parison's thoughts were perfectly clear, but he had lost all control of his body. He rose stiffly from his seat and walked out of the command room.
"General, do you need anything?" a major beside him asked, finding his behavior strange.
Major General Parison merely waved to show that nothing was wrong. No one else dared ask. They watched him leave, assuming he might be going to the bathroom. It was best not to pry into a superior officer's business.
In truth, Major General Parison desperately wished his subordinates would rush over and