Roland strolled out of the shattered space.
The fractured space behind him did not close as it had before. Instead, it formed a wind tunnel centered on him.
Gravity kept compressing and condensing, tearing up and destroying the surrounding magical energy and ground.
"Thinking you could escape like that-aren't you underestimating me?"
Without concern for environmental destruction, anything the Ex-Machina could accomplish was, at most, a lesser version of what Roland could do. Even if Roland's perception did not extend across the entire planet, the traces left by such chaotic spatial movement were obvious enough.
After all, the magic formula Accelerator had only been designed with the Flügel as its benchmark. To Roland, who had already comprehended the rules as formulas, it was riddled with holes.
"Still, your first reaction to encountering me was to feint and flee. That deserves praise."
Roland commented as he leisurely surveyed the battlefield.
In this world, his appearance and the rumors about him were misleading. Although most races chose to submit, races with genuine confidence often harbored unnecessary ideas, hoping to secure greater benefits and a stronger voice. Even the Old Deus were no exception.
Yet the Ex-Machina, whose forces surpassed those races, had reacted by fleeing without a shred of pride. This was the first time he had encountered such a wise choice.
But Einzig clearly failed to grasp the true meaning of Roland's words.
High above, spirits erupted in unprecedented concentrations. The trailing exhaust alone stretched for kilometers, spreading as though to gouge out the sky and leaving comet-like trails. That exhaust alone was enough to erase an ordinary city.
Yet that terrifying output was merely the propulsion driving the steel fortress before Roland.
The advantage of the Ex-Machina's shared mind and body revealed itself now. Einzig's main unit had indeed been