Heart-stopping, incandescent light gathered ceaselessly, merging like countless rivers flowing into the sea.
"What, what, aaaaah! Who just used Heavenly Strike?"
"No idea! There wasn't any reaction inside the city-state!"
Amid the flashes burning the sky and earth, the Flügel guarding the city-state fell into flustered chaos.
Their creator had ordered them to advance alongside Avant Heim and forbidden them from attacking without permission before reaching the battlefield. This sudden Heavenly Strike meant that the Flügel had initiated an all-out conflict. From that perspective, this act was no different from rebellion.
But soon, that chaos rapidly subsided because of the abnormal number of attacks.
That combined Magic Formula, a volley of over ten thousand shots, was a miracle only possible with roughly nine times the current number of Flügel. Yet their master had stopped creating Flügel many years ago.
Combined with the information currently available, it did not take long for someone to realize the truth.
"This is... the Elchea Alliance's opening declaration of war."
"The only ones who can imitate Heavenly Strike are the Ex-Machina, right? Those useless things whose specialty is aping others."
Having grasped the situation, Azriel flew to the front, a vicious smile appearing on her face.
"Yahaha... mere scrap metal, daring to look down on us like this!"
Despite being vastly outnumbered, Azriel felt no fear whatsoever.
Although the Ex-Machina's combined attack was every bit as powerful as the Flügel's past act of deicide, ultimately, that still could not be called the Flügel's full strength.
The gap between their fundamental capabilities was too great. The only reason Ex-Machina heads were highly valued among the Flügel was that their tendency to live in groups made them an enormous threat to ordinary hunting parties.
When the Flügel truly mobilized in full force, no enemy in this world