If he wanted to, he could win at any time.
She did not know what those words meant, but by the time she wanted to ask, Little Refrigerator had already buried himself against her chest and said nothing more.
The onslaught from the sky was already upon them.
Countless streams of data streaked past them, blotting out the sky, as though determined not to give them another chance.
She tightened her arms around him.
Her eyes held an unprecedented resolve, a willingness to stake everything on this.
At that moment.
She displayed almost every evasive skill she had possessed as Silver Fantasy, stepping through the air and weaving through the countless torrents of data like a cornered beast making its final stand.
But her body had already been gravely wounded.
No matter how she dodged, destructive streams of data still left wounds across her body.
"You cannot leave this place-the Intelligent Brain cannot help you-no one can help you-but child, you still have a way back-as long as you return-you will still be our Miss Machine Intelligence-you will still be the sole Subset of our divine sovereign-you cannot let that demon blind you any longer!!"
At that moment.
The phantom clenched his hands, his eyes blood-red.
Because he had never wanted it to come to this.
Because now that everything had reached this point, there could be no winner. Whatever the outcome, their entire Mechanical Church would still be the one to suffer.
But why could she not see that! Why did she insist on protecting that demon, even at the cost of her own life?!
But Silver Fantasy said nothing more.
Her gaze was calmer than ever. She no longer needed to explain herself to anyone, and she knew that anything she said would only be a waste of