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"Octopus Head's little dried fish really does have some skill."
The sea of fire drove back the roaring waves once again.
War was the art of gathering the masses; war was the crucible of all things. Without an army or supreme command, and with a calamity of the sea as his enemy, Medici found himself stretched thin.
Death's assistance forbade living beings and Spirit World creatures alike from approaching this place. The Emperor of the Dead's command outranked that of Gade II, Storm's pontiff, so the calamity, too, could not approach and remained on Laxia's outskirts.
Laxia was only so large. Chaotic cyclones and storms packed the surrounding waters like sardines in a tin. The island was extremely far from the continent, and tsunamis battered its barrier wave after wave without restraint. Sea level had already risen as high as the mountain peaks.
With his status, forcibly incorporating Suah, the other angel present, into the military formation of "Red of War" would immediately give Medici a tremendous boost. But he was unwilling to let this Outer Deity's follower, whose allegiance was uncertain, bring him unnecessary trouble.
"The Lord's advancement still hasn't finished?!"
Descent of the True Creator Squad No. 4's prayers indicated that they had begun. The ten-minute intervals between squads allowed the War Angel, locked in a fierce battle, to judge the passage of time accurately. Medici muttered inwardly. It had been almost forty minutes. Since when had advancement-drinking a potion, starting to meditate, and leaving the rest to fate-taken this long?
Meanwhile, the Spirit World corresponding to Laxia was burning fiercely.
The sun, bearing an abstract human face, stared unblinkingly at the island. Pure, brilliant flames purified the curses and burned away the layers of seals. The Spirit World's flames had already spread into reality. Firelike light