Chapter 154 ·Catastrophe Descends

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However, ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍not everyone emerged unscathed.

“Huff, ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍huff......”

Mixed ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍within the low, ragged breathing were exhaustion and excitement that had yet to subside.

Naturally.

The ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍exhilaration a person felt after surviving a life-or-death battle was not something that could simply be suppressed through willpower.

Especially given the situation.

No matter that Obia Timist and Jin Crow, two Quad Gear Special-duty Officers, had stood at the forefront, a numerical disadvantage was never something easily overcome.

“Cough! Ngh......”

“Are you alright?”

“......Just give me the morphine. Cough! Damn, I'm dying.”

As if proving the point, half of Squad A had suffered severe injuries, while the remaining half was far from unharmed.

To begin with, these were not ordinary mutants, but hundreds of Pawns and Knights.

It was only natural that such a battle would overwhelm the Military Police, Captain Rang, and the members of Squad A, most of whom were merely Dual Gear users.

“Hiss... Hah. I'm dead.”

Even Captain Rang had his signature gray tail hanging limply as he wiped away blood—or perhaps sweat—with the sleeve of his uniform.

What more needed to be said?

Yet every single pair of eyes was fixed on Jin Crow and Obia Timist.

It was hardly strange.

Unlike everyone else, who struggled after the brutal battle, those two showed not the slightest visible sign of agitation.

“Hmm, hmm-hmm.”

Obia Timist hummed cheerfully as she casually strolled among the Creatures that had been reduced to black charcoal, the tips of her distinctive crimson hair slightly singed.

Perhaps because of her slightly drooping eyes.

To anyone unaware of what had just transpired, her puppy-like appearance, smiling with her eyes as she approached, would have seemed irresistibly charming.

However...

Overlaying that image with the sight of her laughing maniacally while incinerating Creatures moments ago...

No one dared meet her gaze.

“Tch.”

Well...

Except for Jin Crow.

Clicking his tongue with a sigh, he casually peeled off his scorched leather gloves, tossed them into the lingering embers, and walked toward her.

“Eep.”

Seeing his hardened expression as he approached, Obia Timist let out an obviously exaggerated little gasp.

The emotion reflected in her crimson eyes was...

Well.

The look of a mischievous child eagerly anticipating how Jin Crow would react.

Is he going to scold me?

She had gotten a little carried away.

No...

If she had truly fought seriously from the start, those underlings called Squad A would never have been injured in the first place.

The firepower that had once overwhelmed tens of thousands of Creatures in Mercato would never have been stopped by a mere few hundred.

But she had not done that.

Why?

Well...

Because it was troublesome?

No.

Because it looked fun.

What did it matter whether those people got hurt...

...or died?

Watching those beasts melt and writhe beneath her feet was simply too entertaining.

Still...

Now that she had actually done it, the thought of getting scolded was unexpectedly frightening.

Back then I wouldn't have cared. But these days... I don't know. It feels like if we fought, I'd lose.

Behind Obia Timist's smiling eyes, her crimson pupils gleamed as she watched Jin Crow approach.

His black hair, soaked in Creature blood, hung over his eyes.

The meaning hidden within those black pupils staring steadily at her was impossible to read.

Pale skin.

Dark circles beneath his eyes.

Only the twitching around his eyes clearly betrayed that he was in a foul mood.

Step.

Step.

Soon he stood directly before her.

Looking down at the woman a full head shorter than himself, Jin Crow spoke.

“Major Obia Timist.”

“Yes, Instructor.”

Still smiling with her eyes, she answered in an intentionally bright, exaggerated voice.

Jin Crow felt another throbbing headache and began to reprimand her.

“Please, during actual combat—”

No.

He had been about to.

“Huh?”

That was...

Had it not been for the Military Policeman's quiet murmur from behind him...

...and the overwhelming pressure that suddenly crawled up his spine.

Everyone present felt it.

Perhaps because of that...

Every head turned in unison.

Their gazes fixed upon the distant direction where the opposite tunnel lay.

-Ah...

A husky voice echoed through their ears as though broadcast across the entirety of Pure Land through countless speakers.

The moment they heard it...

They instinctively understood.

-How utterly absurd.

Like a voice spoken by a soul itself...

Within that dreamy tone resided unmistakable hostility...

-And you have corrupted it to this extent, you foolish rabble.

...and arrogance so absolute that it allowed not even the slightest room for reconsideration.

Why was the Church of the Dawn so obsessed with Pure Land?

The answer was simple.

Certainly, it was a pleasant place to live.

Certainly, it was where the thousand-year history of the Church of the Dawn still breathed.

But above all...

It was the Holy Land.

One need only look at Jerusalem.

How much blood had Christianity, Islam, and Judaism shed over that sacred place?

To those who held no faith, it might have been nothing more than another worthless patch of earth.

But to believers...

A Holy Land was something worth sacrificing not only one's own life...

...but the lives of one's entire descendants to reclaim.

...Was the Church of the Dawn any different?

No.

To them, Pure Land meant far more than merely a Holy Land.

It was here that the Miracle of Dawn had first manifested.

Here where the beast-born Juins had first been elevated into intelligent beings.

It was, in every sense...

...the homeland of all Juins.

-Ah...

That was why Baekhong, one of the Church of the Dawn's final four Immortal-rank priests and the vanguard of this invasion of Pure Land, could not help but burn with rage.

Naturally.

In merely a few decades...

Pure Land, once sacred beyond measure and immaculate beyond stain, had become covered in the filth of ugly, defiled humans.

Hideous structures of concrete stood upon the foundations of the Divine Trees.

And beneath her spotless white bare feet...

Instead of the life-filled earth...

...lay disgusting asphalt made from lumps of petroleum.

-How utterly absurd.

The ends of her long white hair, flowing past her shoulders and down her back, fluttered gently.

Her white pupils gleamed even more brilliantly with fury.

The black rippling patterns covering her body writhed and swelled as though about to burst.

A towering body exceeding two meters.

Though the curves of her completely bare upper body were undoubtedly those of a beautifully sculpted woman...

Everyone who faced her—whether followers of the Church of the Dawn, civilians, or Public Security officers alike—

...could only prostrate themselves upon the ground.

It was not reverence.

Nor worship.

It was...

Profound fear.

The overwhelming terror that she could slaughter everyone standing in this street at any moment.

Of course...

Not everyone submitted.

“Y-You crazy bitch...!”

One mercenary whose body had been replaced halfway with Biological Implants gritted his teeth, drew the portable chainsword hanging at his waist, and, before anyone could stop him, charged straight across the asphalt toward Baekhong, who stood in the middle of the road.

Kagagagagagang!

The chainsword whipped through the air like a lash, threatening to reduce her to chunks of meat.

Watching the scene, the outsiders looked toward the man with hopeful anticipation.

Biological Implants that replaced living tissue were by no means cheap.

A man who had replaced half his body with such equipment surely possessed ability worthy of the cost.

In reality...

He was merely an ordinary mercenary incapable of even using Psionic Energy.

Still...

At least he looked threatening.

“Die!”

But their hopes did not even last ten seconds.

In an instant too brief to perceive...

The man's consciousness drifted away.

Huh? My body...

The eyes of his head, suspended in midair, blinked once.

Then...

Blood, flesh, machine fragments, and silicone exploding apart in every direction filled his vision like fireworks.

Beyond them...

He saw Baekhong's utterly indifferent expression.

Only then did he finally realize.

I'm dead—

He himself was no different...

...than an ant crushed beneath a careless footstep.

Pwaaaaaaaaaang!

The moment that realization dawned...

His body exploded like a balloon that had exceeded its limit, melting across the ground.

Witnessing the horrific spectacle...

No one even dared breathe.

They merely listened in silence to the words of the supreme being that followed.

Baekhong looked once at the insect that had literally burst to death beneath her feet...

Then quietly declared,

-And you have corrupted it to this extent, you foolish rabble.

At that very moment...

Something enormous slowly began rising behind Baekhong.

It began as a tiny white haze.

Yet...

As though greedily devouring the surrounding air itself, the aura expanded in an instant, filling the entire roadway.

Before long...

It had grown to rival the colossal Divine Trees.

-Upon the impure... catastrophe.

RUMBLEEEEE!

Lightning descended from the once-pristine sky.

The area surrounding her blackened beneath waves of fire.

Then...

The figure gradually taking shape behind Baekhong became unmistakable.

Watching the scene, Myo Seol-rin bit down on her words with an expression of overwhelming ecstasy.

“Ah... This is......”

-Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Its every breath eroded the sanctity of Pure Land in real time.

Only death remained where its footsteps fell.

Saw-like fangs gleamed.

The pair of wings upon its back twisted into grotesque shapes as they beat through the air.

The very foundation upon which the Church of the Dawn had ruled the Juins of this vast planet for a thousand years.

The Divine Beast of the Mindscape that only an Immortal-rank priest—one who stood in direct communion with the Dawn—could summon.

「Qiongqi」

The moment catastrophe descended.

And...

At that very moment.

As Myo Seol-rin worshipped Qiongqi with eyes overflowing with ecstasy...

A voice reached her ears.

One she knew all too well.

Yet...

One she had never heard filled with such bewilderment.

“......Seol-rin.”

It was the familiar voice of that adorable little brat who always spoke in clipped sentences.

Maintaining her usual leisurely expression, Myo Seol-rin slowly rose and turned her head.

Then she looked toward the boy standing at the end of the road.

“Noona. Why?”

Teal-green hair.

A black turtleneck covering the lower half of his face.

Even at a moment like this, he still refused to let go of the smart device—one of the symbols of corruption.

Saun, leader of Squad C.

Behind him stood the members of Squad C without the slightest hesitation.

Yet Saun himself simply stared at her with incomparably complicated eyes.

It was hardly strange.

Even she herself had never imagined things would end up like this only a year ago.

But...

What was done was done.

However extreme her methods might have been...

Myo Seol-rin firmly believed she was not wrong.

Without the slightest shame or hesitation, she smiled brightly at Saun.

“I'm sorry, but please die. Dog of the Composite State.”

At that instant...

A mass of vines burst through the asphalt beneath Myo Seol-rin's heel and shot toward Saun.

There was not the slightest hesitation.

Not the slightest reluctance.

Only the murderous intent characteristic of the followers of the Church of the Dawn.

Saun lowered his black turtleneck with half-dazed eyes and spoke.

「Word of Authority: Pressure.」

KRAAAAAAAAAACK!

The vines rushing toward him were crushed flat as though pressed beneath an enormous hydraulic press the instant his Word of Authority rang out.

Saun shut his eyes tightly.

Then ordered his squad members.

“......Summary execution.”

Perhaps...

He had finally realized it.

She had already crossed a river from which there could be no return.

Meanwhile...

At that same moment.

Standing atop the tallest building in Pure Land, overlooking everything below...

Baek Hui-young casually removed the black cap from his head and tossed it aside.

Leaning against the railing, he frowned.

“......This is one hell of a clusterfuck.”

It was...

A remark spoken with complete sincerity.

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