"Kids, I'm here!"
The moment she received Phainon's message, Tribbie, who was far away in Okhema, punched out with her fist. In an instant, space shattered, and she stepped right beside everyone in one stride.
"Lord Tribbie!"
Seeing Tribbie arrive, Phainon immediately acted as if he had found his savior. He quickly recounted everything Nikador had just said to her.
After listening, Tribbie's expression instantly turned serious. She looked up at the [Lance of Fury] in the sky and immediately understood Nikador's intention.
This was a blatant threat! Nikador was threatening them — don't even think about targeting His Coreflame. Otherwise, the only outcome would be mutual destruction for both sides.
As expected······ During the Flamechasing journey, "hunting Titans" had always been the easiest step.
Because as long as something could be solved with force, it was never a problem.
If Phainon and the others were simply unable to fight Nikador, then it would be easy to handle. She, "Tribios," would just take action. Under absolute numerical superiority, all schemes and plots were nothing but illusions.
But the Flamechasing journey had already lasted a thousand years. Not a single Coreflame retrieval from the Titans had ever been something that could be solved just by throwing punches.
For example, back when they faced [Chrysalis of Gold] Mnestia. He was a Titan who leaned toward the human side. Even though He knew the goal of the Flamechasing journey was the Coreflame inside Him, He did not raise arms against Okhema. Instead, He posed a difficult question:
He asked, what is love?
Just five simple words, yet they left the scholars of Okhema and even the Grove completely at a loss. Sages, elders, and senators all racked their brains just to answer this Titan's final question. Unfortunately, even after several hundred years, no one could give the correct answer.
Until Mydei stood before Mnestia and said the following:
"Mnestia, if one day you, Cerces, and Kephale were about to be killed by me for your Coreflames, who would you want me to kill first?"
Mnestia: "If you must act, then please kill me first. At that time, Cerces and Kephale will naturally find a way to avenge me."
Mydei: "This is called friendship."
Mnestia: "Child, what you said is good, but my question is 'what is love'."
Mydei: "Oh, it's simple. I would choose to kill Cerces first among the three Titans."
Mnestia: "?"
Mydei: "Because that way Mnestia wouldn't be able to run away. This is called love."
Mnestia was silent for two seconds before flying into a rage: "I love your ass!"
"······"
Although the process was a bit complicated, fortunately, the final Romance Coreflame was still successfully returned by Mydei.
This was still one of the easier Coreflames to retrieve. The difficulty of the others only got higher and higher.
[Death] was as if He had truly died — there had been no news for over a thousand years.
[ Sky ] hid above the firmament, and ordinary methods simply couldn't reach Him.
[Time] possessed an over-the-limit mechanism and could only be obtained if the other party willingly handed over the Coreflame.
And now even [Strife] was using this kind of threat······ Tribbie only felt that the road ahead was becoming increasingly difficult.
Fortunately, Tribbie had seen her fair share of storms. After pondering for a moment, she struck out with her palm once more. Space shattered, and a tall, beautiful figure stepped out from within.
It was Mydei.
"Teacher, you were looking for me?"
Mydei curiously looked around and said with great interest: "You and I are the key to defending the holy city, yet we're both moving out at the same time? What if that 'Flame Reaver' comes here to invade again?"
"It'll only take a few minutes. It won't be a problem." Tribbie shook her head and gestured toward Nikador with her chin: "Restrain Him first. We can't let Him become Okhema's Swordbearer."
Mydei nodded. He flicked his finger, and golden threads instantly shot out, tightly binding Nikador.
"(Titan language · You despicable humans!)"
Nikador was lying on the ground with his hands and feet pulled behind his back and tied together, looking just like a little girl. Unfortunately, no matter how much He struggled, He couldn't break free from the thin golden threads under everyone's suppression.
"No matter what, at least we've captured Nikador's true body now. For a period of time, the holy city won't be attacked by Him again. That's good news."
Tribbie said this, but there was no joy in her eyes. "But the bad news is that Okhema could be struck by the [Lance of Fury] at any moment."
"The longer this drags on, the more complications there will be. We must find a way to sever the connection between Nikador and the [Lance of Fury] as soon as possible."
Phainon raised his hand: "But what should we do?"
Nikador: "(Titan language · Hmph. Mortals. Do you really think the deterrence plan I spent so long thinking about can be solved so easily? Don't be delusional!)"
Tribbie touched her chin and quietly pondered for a while. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Eh, I've got it!"
Nikador: "?"
Really?
Phainon/Stelle: "That's great! As expected of Lord Tribbie, she easily thought of something we couldn't!"
For these two kids, not having to use their brains and relying on others was the most convenient thing in the world.
Aglaea: "So what's the plan?"
Tribbie: "My super wisdom tells me we should go ask Lygus. He's well-informed. He definitely has a way!"
Nikador: ??? You cunning human! You're still trying to scare me! So in the end you didn't think of anything at all? Seriously······
While Nikador was thinking this, the people beside him all had expressions of sudden realization and slapped their foreheads. "Oh right, why didn't I think of that."
Phainon: "Yeah, Big Brother Lygus is so capable. He definitely knows what to do. As expected of Lord Tribbie, she actually came up with such a simple method!"
"Let's go, let's go. Let's head back and ask Lygus."
The group left immediately. Tribbie casually opened a Hundred Realms Gate (spatial tunnel), and they all disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only Nikador, who was tightly bound by golden threads.
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Some time earlier, Lygus's residence.
"Don't worry, Dan Heng. Since this is a task entrusted to me by Miss Stelle, I will definitely complete it perfectly."
In the grass outside the residence, Sunday had a confident expression as he smiled.
Dan Heng: "So, how do you plan to investigate Lygus?"
"It's simple." Sunday took out a strangely shaped telescope from his pocket and said: "This is something I specially prepared. It's called a Perspective Telescope."
"As long as you use the 'Perspective Telescope,' you can see through objects. It's somewhat similar to the 'cannon' in Xianzhou chess."
"It's actually that amazing?" Dan Heng half-believed him and borrowed the Perspective Telescope. He casually looked up at the sky: "Eh? Where did this group of handsome men and beautiful women come from?"
"I don't know either? Maybe it's a design flaw? It can't be that we're seeing some high-dimensional lifeforms, right? Hahaha."
"······By the way, why do you carry something like this around with you?"
Dan Heng asked strangely.
Sunday: "Of course it's for peeking······ cough cough cough I mean investigating. As the former CEO of Penacony, it should be reasonable for me to carry counter-surveillance equipment, right?"