As Amon spoke with Angers over the phone, Minamoto Chisaki's thoughts spun wildly.
A tempting thought kept surfacing uncontrollably—
Now. While He Xiaomeng's attention is on the phone and the elevator shaft, while he isn't guarding against me—I'd only need to give him a simple shove.
Below lay a hungry, frenzied tide of Dead Servants, layer upon layer. No matter how unfathomable his Time Zero was, if he suddenly fell into such a narrow vertical deathtrap filled with predators, his chances of survival would be infinitesimal!
But he quickly forced the thought down completely.
First, there were too many Dead Servants. Their origins were unknown, and they were extremely aggressive. If they lost He Xiaomeng, an infuriating but powerful outside ally, could the clan heads—some injured, some exhausted—possibly establish an effective defense line against this tide of Dead Servants?
If the line broke and these monsters rushed into the upper office areas, or even escaped onto the streets, it would become an irreversible massacre and disaster for ordinary civilians. The Eight Clans of the Serpent could not bear that responsibility.
Second, the fully armed US Military stationed in Japan had already surrounded the building airtight, while the carrier strike group's aircraft out at sea had likely already been loaded with munitions and were ready to take off at any moment.
If He Xiaomeng died here under unclear circumstances, then regardless of the truth, what awaited them would likely not be investigation or negotiation, but an overwhelming barrage of missiles and incendiary bombs. That would be the end of the entire clan!
After weighing the pros and cons, Minamoto Chisaki ultimately decided to set every other matter aside for now and deal with these monsters together.
At that moment, the Dead Servants that had fed on their own kind turned their