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The members of the Immortal College couldn't just stand by and watch the remaining Siren Leaders be killed all at once like this.
"Run, run away! Get inside the sand! The other Sirens, protect them, and stop that thing!" The pretty girl hurriedly gave orders. She was no longer the same as before; she was very anxious.
The Siren Leaders were fleeing at speeds they couldn't even imagine, while searching for various forms of cover. Some buried their bodies in the sand; others found earthen ditches, and so on. There were all kinds of obstacles. The ordinary Siren desperately wanted to protect the Siren Leaders by deflecting the missiles for them, but the missiles' speed was too fast for them to react.
The AGM-12 Bullpup, like a shooting star, rapidly descended and hit the Siren Leaders.
FWOOOSH-!
A sudden, sharp whine as the missile slices through the air...
THWAMM-!
A blinding flash...
KRRA-KABOOM-!
The shockwave rips through the target, flames roar, and debris scatters in all directions.
WHUUMPHH...
Smoke billows as the low rumble fades into a fiery echo.
Inside and outside the competition venue, there was absolute silence. As the smoke gradually dispersed, everyone looked again. The Siren Leaders had been turned to ashes, and the Siren attempting to block the missile also perished. The area was filled with broken limbs and charred bodies, with the smell of burning flesh in the air. It looked extremely tragic.
The Immortal College battle room was also silent. The pretty girl watched with her own eyes as the Siren Leaders she had created were taken out like this. Both her hands clenched tightly, her fingernails nearly sinking into the flesh of her palms.
"Report: mission completed. All targets have been destroyed!" the lead pilot reported.
"Proceed with the next attack plan. Eliminate the remaining enemies!" There was no smile on Yuuki's face as he spoke coldly. "The Siren, Desert Troll, and Desert Lizard are hostile; you are to engage. Weapon hot!"
Besides that, the other Supernatural races, besides the Siren Leaders, weren't as important to Yuuki, so he ordered them to strike freely. For dealing with the Siren Leaders, the Astra Militarum only used 10 AGM-12 Bullpup missiles, while a fighter could carry 15. In other words, there were more AGM-12 Bullpup missiles remaining. Since this was a war of glory, missiles needed to be adequately prepared. Moreover, in the warehouse, more missiles were in reserve.
"Don't give up, don't give up," encouraged the white-clothed young man in the Immortal College's battle room. "It's a powerful secret weapon, but you should also know that the more powerful something is, the fewer of them there should be. I estimate that after killing the Siren Leader, there won't be any left. Even if there are, I estimate only a few."
"Right!" The captain nodded and exclaimed, "We still have a chance. As long as we break through his defense line, this victory is ours. Don't be intimidated by the situation; he probably doesn't have many of these weapons."
His mind calmed, and he quickly devised a plan: "Next, we have to sacrifice some to deal with this powerful weapon. Let's wait until the weapon is used up, that's our chance!"
"That's right," the pretty girl also took a deep breath and said, "My Siren army is still numerous. What am I afraid of? Charge!"
"I don't believe there are many of these weapons remaining..." His words hadn't finished when they saw in the sky that the Typhoon attacked again. The same fearsome weapon launched rapidly toward various locations on the ground.
Under the horrified gaze of the Immortal College team, planes fired missiles nonstop. As they looked up at the sky filled with missiles, the members of the Immortal College grew frightened. The more powerful the weapon, the fewer there should be, right? But this thought was no longer relevant, as no tactics seemed effective against such overwhelming firepower.
Missiles whistled in different directions, targeting groups of Sirens, Desert Trolls, and Desert Lizards, respectively. The Griffins, terrified after witnessing the Siren Leader's death, dodged far away. Who would dare to intercept?
The three groups on the ground tried to disperse beforehand, but it was ineffective. The missiles' speed was too great; almost instantly, they struck their targets and exploded. Several successive detonations caused the ground to shake. Only by experiencing it could they understand the terrible power of such weapons.
After the bombardment, large craters scarred the ground. Inside and around the pits, the remains of limbs and trunks of Sirens, Desert Trolls, and Desert Lizards were scattered everywhere. The entire field was filled with an unpleasant smell.
Even a desert lizard, covered with thick scales and hiding in the sand, was blown up, let alone the Siren group, which had lower defenses. From the stumps visible across the battlefield, it was estimated that at least 4,000 casualties resulted from this missile attack. The casualties among the Desert Trolls and Desert Lizards were not much better. In total, tens of thousands had fallen.
In the sky, beneath the Typhoon, there were still missiles remaining.
"Shall we continue?" Yamamoto asked.
"Let's see what they decide," Yuuki replied calmly.
"This... This..." In the sparring room, Clifford, Terrell, and the others watched the scene in stunned silence.
Sebastian remarked that the pilot still had power to exert, but they didn't expect it to be so devastating. The strength of the Siren Leader, the enormous size of the Desert Troll, and the well-defended Desert Lizard could not escape destruction. Not even a remnant was left.
"Don't stand still," Sebastian said. "Get ready; we're going for the championship!"
After witnessing the devastation, the members of the Immortal College were reluctant. They couldn't believe what they had just seen, and their resolve was crumbling. This was a one-sided slaughter. The sight of even more of these powerful weapons from the aircraft almost broke their confidence.
"Captain!" The shell-dried girl looked at the tall young man, a reluctant expression flashing in her eyes.
He shook his head, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as he also seemed at a loss for words. Among their team, five Great Mythical Level players made up one of the strongest lineups in history and were favorites in this tournament. Yet, they had been defeated, completely and utterly.
"We... admit defeat," the tall young man finally said. "There's no point in fighting any longer. Even though many units remain on the ground and the Griffins are unharmed, we can't continue."
"The Immortal College team concedes defeat. The Hope's Peak Academy team wins this match. Congratulations to the winners, Hope's Peak Academy, the champions!" With the referee's announcement, many spectators awoke from their shock, though their expressions still reflected disbelief.
"Yes! We won," Clifford was the first to jump. Then he realized what had happened and tightly hugged Sebastian, tears streaming down his face. It hadn't been easy.
Terrell, Otwin, and Jane also approached and embraced Sebastian.
"Thank you!" they said excitedly. Throughout this year's exchange tournament, they had relied heavily on Sebastian, especially in the final.
"Don't mention it. We're teammates. The victory belongs to all of us," Sebastian said with a smile, then looked at Clifford.
Clifford hesitated briefly before reacting. Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "We are the... champions!"
After a simple celebration, everyone exited the sparring room. Outside, the atmosphere was electric, and many spectators' eyes focused on Sebastian and his team. Their expressions showed excitement, envy, and joy, but also shock and disbelief.
"This must be the biggest dark horse in the history of the exchange tournament, right?" a teacher marveled.
"Definitely," another teacher nodded. "The lineup of Immortal College, even if placed in any session, would be a top contender for the championship. But who would have thought they'd be defeated by just one person?"
"The pilots Sebastian built are just too terrifying," a teacher said, shaking his head. "I think even if Immortal College's team doubled, they would still lose."
"No need to worry," an elderly teacher added. "There are twenty of those pilots in the sky, but even more of those terrifying weapons. If all of them were launched, it would wipe out Immortal College entirely. In short, their consecutive wins are over."
As before, Sebastian, his team, and the members of Immortal College shared a friendly handshake. The mood of the five Immortal College players was low, disappointment evident on their faces.
Before the match, no one held high hopes for them. The only threats seemed to be the host, Shining Light University, or perhaps themselves. They had assumed they were just here to participate, aiming at greater powers. But no one expected Sebastian to emerge from Hope's Peak Academy, a true monster.
"Congratulations," the tall young man shook Sebastian's hand. "We'll meet again in the future. Next time, we won't lose so badly."
"If there's a chance," Sebastian replied with a faint smile.
After the handshake, the award ceremony began. Prokopy and other leading teachers gathered around, their joy overflowing, especially the vice principal, who led the team. Tears of excitement flowed freely. This was the only tournament championship trophy in Hope's Peak Academy's history, and perhaps the only one they'd ever win after defeating such a formidable opponent.
The coaching staff and vice principal of the team would go down in school history. They were very happy.
Of course, not everyone was pleased. In Leonard's villa, a group of people looked on with dark expressions.
"Damn it!" Neville slammed his fist against the wall, hate in his voice. "These losers from Immortal College, they're a waste. Only one person, and they lost five against one? Shameful. What trash!"
"Don't be angry," Leonard said, narrowing his eyes. "Sebastian led his team to victory and is destined for a bright future in the school. You should pay attention moving forward. Don't mess with him!"
"Of course, we wouldn't be foolish enough to pick a fight," Neville said, a little angrily. "But what if he comes after us? We left the school team on our own initiative. If he wants to trouble us, he has plenty of reasons. Even if he's a bit excessive, will the school intervene?"
"Don't worry about that," Yeattine said with a faint smile. "With the support of the Crown Prince, Sebastian can't do anything to you."
"Right," Neville and Glen sighed in relief.
Within the void of Shining Light University, a massive projection screen displayed the scene of Hope's Peak Academy's team holding the trophy and celebrating.
Near the projection, a semi-transparent, semi-void-looking tea table was placed, with a pot of tea and two cups on top. Sitting at the table were two old men, one dressed in green, the other in blue.
"Hope's Peak Academy," the green-clad old man said with a laugh. "I never thought your school would recruit such a talented student. I heard he came from a small place."
"Who told you we have no vision?" the blue-clothed old man replied with a laugh.
If the vice presidents of Shining Light University and Hope's Peak saw them, they would be surprised to recognize these two as the most powerful beings in their respective schools, Level 6 Planet Lords.
As Level 6 Planet Lords, both had lived for countless years, and few outside their circles knew their names.