Immediately afterward, boom, boom, boom, boom-!!
Trinity Raven's attacks slammed into the defensive barrier one after another, sending ripples across it, but never managed to break through.
Udal Das stuck out his tongue in irritation and spat viciously.
"Tch, these old geezers have one tough turtle shell. They're totally killing the rock 'n' roll mood!!"
Ikaruga frowned slightly, sheathed her sword, and turned to survey the battlefield behind them.
They had only brought in a small portion of their forces, after all. Their relentless assault along the way had already cost them quite a few men.
Though they had driven back the Magic Council's internal troops, large numbers of reinforcements were still arriving from outside.
If they kept dragging this out, they would be in danger.
"We really don't have enough manpower." Ikaruga sighed softly. Then, as though something had occurred to her, her lips curved into a dangerous smile. "In that case, we'll just borrow some."
"Hoot? Borrow some? Ikaruga, where are you going to borrow men from? We don't have any more reinforcements!" Owl tilted his owl head.
Ikaruga's gaze drifted toward the ground beneath their feet with keen interest.
"Aren't there plenty of people locked beneath the Magic Council who hate this place to the bone?"
Udal Das, who had been whipping his hair around wildly, froze for a second at those words. Then he opened his mouth wide and burst into raucous laughter.
"Yeah! Let all the trash out of prison and have them raise hell in the Magic Council! Now that's rock 'n' roll!"
"Leave half our forces here to stand guard. Don't let them escape." Ikaruga turned briskly.
"The rest of you, follow me to the underground prison and release those vicious criminals... let us use this solemn Magic Council to host a blood-soaked