'Anyway what is he doing?'
Caelum frowned as one of the holographic screens zoomed in on Paul.
The man was still leisurely pedaling his bicycle in its place.
He appeared as though he were enjoying a peaceful afternoon ride through a park instead of competing in the Grand Epix.
Caelum couldn't understand him.
While everyone else was unleashing devastating weapons, eldritch horrors, and giant war machines.
Paul was riding a bicycle.
The even stranger thing was that, the battlefield above was locked in a stalemate.
Caelum's orbital platform continued bombarding Voomie's Outer God, while the eldritch creature continued devouring every attack that came its way.
Neither side seemed capable of gaining an advantage.
"Sigh…"
Caelum sighed.
'I'll starve her for a day later.'
That would surely teach the dog a lesson.
Meanwhile, the race itself continued.
The competitors who had survived the opening catastrophe were already entering the second section of the course.
