She was shocked and enraged, swinging her visibly weakened sword. For a moment, she failed to display the raw stats the Void Emissary prided herself on, only barely managing to block the enormous dump truck.
Then a trace of resolve flashed through her eyes, and the void's Eclipse seemed to burst alive behind her, slashing fiercely toward the sky and pointing straight at the source of the miracle.
She wanted to destroy this power at its root, protect her past, and deny anyone besides Russell the chance to rewrite it!!!
Yet at that very instant, the dump truck suddenly disassembled—the cab, arms, torso, and legs, each part charging forward like a rampaging beast.
Two of them naturally rammed into the scientists' painting, directly interrupting their profound discussion over why wooden bodies could feel overheated. Those two bastards sent Beautiful Girl Alter Ego's soul flying.
Whirling around, it and the remaining four vehicles locked onto Russell and Acheron, charging at them like arrows loosed from a bow.
Acheron had originally intended to unleash her strongest skill at that instant.
Yet though the blessing high in the sky had been shattered, it still stubbornly emitted its final light, like the lingering glow of a sunset unwilling to leave the stage.
An unprecedented heat coursed through her body, like oil thrown onto a raging fire, tormenting her beyond words.
For no reason at all, she found the scent of the man beside her incredibly sweet, as though it could dispel the fever within her.
Countless dark thoughts had already arisen in her mind.
If she ambushed Megumin and changed into her clothes before entering the party, nobody should be able to tell it was her, right?
Or perhaps...
From now on, she should deliberately wear matching outfits with her?
In the dead of