Central Europe, within the Republic of the White Eagle.
"Sister Bronia, drive slowly."
The short-haired girl recalled with a bit of anger: "Aunt Cocoria's hat was almost blown off."
"Oh-oh, alright."
On a rougher mountain path, the gray-haired maiden drove a heavy rabbit-shaped motorcycle, speeding toward a remote village.
Today, because that man (Ling Ke) suddenly sent his own mother, Cocolia, Bronia finally explained everything clearly to the empathetic Seele after a period of chaos and commotion.
After confessing everything, now she felt relieved.
Seele.
She didn't care too much about hiding those important things.
She understood herself, she understood herself.
Look, now considering that Mama Cocolia could no longer live alone, both of them had to take her along whenever they went out together.
Seele. . . . . previously didn't like Mama Cocolia and would occasionally look at her with rather disgusted eyes.
But now, Seele, who was sitting in the back seat, was very considerate, helping Mama Cocolia, who sat between the two of them, tighten the cotton hat on her head and wrap her coat.
While she was in charge of driving, she was also responsible for holding Mama Cocolia steady, showing no reluctance.
As Bronia looked through the rearview mirror.
Seele also noticed and gave her a smile.
She was very good at caring for people.
About half an hour later.
"Sister Bronia, I'll wait here."
"Alright, I'll go buy the daily necessities Mama Cocolia needs and come back soon."
The heavy rabbit-shaped motorcycle stopped on the outskirts of the village and, after a brief discussion between the two maidens, Bronia ran alone into the village, wearing a mask.
Speaking of which, in the past few months, whenever Bronia and Seele went out shopping, they chose a different town each time.
Bronia also changed to a less conspicuous hairstyle.
Because only then could they reduce the risk of exposure.
This village they came to today.
Even.
"Some are near the edge."
On the reinstalled rabbit, although Seele was still helping "Cocolia" arrange her clothes, nothing was revealed on her face. . . . . Only emotions rooted in human nature were at play.
No love, no dislike.
It was purely "I don't care."
She was like someone casually playing with a soulless doll.
At a certain moment, she suddenly lifted her head and looked aimlessly toward the horizon.
Nowadays, knowing that the lump of iron beneath her body was aware of her, she no longer spoke to herself about many things, but only thought about them secretly in her heart.
"It seems the 'range' will expand several times more."
She thought.
Then, secretly stirring the "power."
At the same time, once again within the Central European Region.
A high-speed shuttle was heading toward a mission-designated location, speeding away.
In the cabin, more than a dozen warriors, dressed in high-end technological mobile armor and almost armed to the teeth, sat opposite each other, loaded with live ammunition and ready to deploy.
Their leader was none other than Mark, who nowadays was quite famous within Fire Moth.
Of course, without anyone else on the shuttle knowing except for Hen himself, the captain of the family had long since defected.
Today, Mark was a dark chess piece planted within Fire Moth by the New World Serpent Organization.
And dark pieces like him, and—
"The test results are already available."
"Remember, your mission this time is simply to investigate, not to do unnecessary things."
"If you don't want to die in vain and sadden Blanca and little Gretel. . . . . ."
Inside the cabin, Scar, sitting in the passenger seat, held a flat-panel electronic device and communicated remotely with another person.
On the screen, a woman with long variegated hair and a white lab coat explained something to him in a rather unkind tone.
She.
"Dr. Mebius, is the Fourth Herrscher's energy level really that high?"
"Trace" looked at an exaggerated number that appeared on the electronic tablet in his hand and couldn't help but ask.
HW was a unit exclusively designed by informed scholars for the measurement of "Honkai Energy." . . . . Well, in fact, it was Mebius who learned this information from the future via "Gray Snake." She didn't bother changing its name, so she simply put it forward.
Although, in the original historical trajectory, sooner or later this concept would exist within Fire Moth.
Nowadays, it just appeared a little earlier, so the subject in question had an official name.
Off-topic.
In short.
Generally, cases where the energy level exceeds 1,500 megawatts are only related to one type of existence—Herrscher.
Of course, nowadays there are several other scenarios.
For example: a fusion warrior of the Flame-Chasing level.
Another example: what even individuals such as Mei Raiden and Elysia currently don't know, the strange and peculiar power each of them wields.
Power derived from "destiny."
And the monologue now was related to a Herrscher.
It stands to reason that it's normal for an average Herrscher to reach several thousand megawatts of energy level.
But now, looking at the dazzling five-digit number, with the first digit not being something small like 1, 2, or 3. . . . .
"Are you doubting my professionalism?"
On the screen, Mebius's expression didn't look very good.
Well, in fact, Mebius rarely looked kindly on others, and Mark. . . . . This man who disguised himself and stole her assistant—she never liked seeing him.
But, business is business.
"A Herrscher is not necessarily weak when they're born, only to grow gradually later."
Mebius explained: "Some Herrschers may appear very powerful from the start. . . . . This has something to do with the 'power' they hold."
That was all she could say.
Because what she was using now was Fire Moth's internal communication channel.
It was highly likely to be overheard by a third party.
Therefore, Mebius couldn't give an example using "future intelligence."
So, in the end.
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me."
"No, I don't doubt you! Dr. Mebius."
"Seeing is believing."
Mebius cut off Mark's explanatory words: "You, in that position, should be able to see."
"How about trying to lift your head?"
It just so happened.
"!!!"
"Just following the trend." Immediately after, he suddenly stood up from the passenger seat unconsciously.
He. . . . . Even the warrior in the driver's seat beside him was shocked by the scene that entered his field of vision.
Looking through the cabin window.
What swept across the horizon like a blanket was an overwhelming tide.
Its presence, like a curtain falling from the sky, completely obscured everything within.
At first glance, it seemed like nothing.
But as the shuttle approached, its scope could be seen.
Too big!
It's too big!!!
Almost the entire Republic of the White Eagle, and even parts of the German Confederation beside it, were encompassed within its enveloping area.
If you looked at it from a satellite map, it was as if a poisonous sore had suddenly grown on the surface of the Earth—unknown, deep, and dangerous.
Especially.
"Crackle~"
That. . . . . That "thing" was like infecting the surrounding area with a virus, its coverage continuing to expand.
"This.
"I was so frightened I couldn't close my mouth!"
This excessively outrageous scene, only by seeing it with your own eyes could you appreciate the impact it brought.
At that moment, reflecting the blazing sun that was about to set in the west, the surroundings of the "earth's poisonous sore" were already in a pitiful state of withering.
Trees, flowers, vegetation.
The pilots around were already dumbfounded.
Suddenly.
"Rise! Rise!"
Indeed, Hen's combat experience was much better than that of the soldiers he led.
At the moment, he was stunned by what he saw, but he did not lower his guard.
Therefore, when he noticed a mass of purplish-black fog shaped like a tentacle suddenly emerging from the "poisonous sore," he quickly gave a warning.
Seeing the pilot react too slowly.
"Tsk~"
He directly seized control from the passenger seat and then yanked the helm.
"!!!" ×N
All the team members in the cabin behind them were thrown back.
Goodness.
"Woo~"
The shuttle swerved sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the massive "tentacles" that could wither everything.
At that moment, Hen didn't dare linger close. He immediately turned the shuttle's course, increased its power, and fled quickly in the opposite direction of the "poisonous sore."
In a moment, with the help of the shuttle's observation port, he looked at the massive foreign object behind him, at the very moment the fiery red sun set in the west.
"Herrscher!"
"Trace" swallowed his saliva. "Is this really an enemy humans can defeat?"