"Wednesday, look out!" Enid's alarmed cry rang out.
Almost simultaneously, with a "Bang!" a gunshot rang out, and a tongue of flame shot from the pink Desert Eagle in Enid's hand.
The bullet precisely severed a strange, sinister vine, bristling with sharp, poisonous thorns, that had stealthily emerged from a crack in the ground and was attempting to coil around Wednesday's ankle.
"Be careful!" Goody's spectral voice grew grave.
"Crackstone's scepter can manipulate the memories of this land, unleashing all sorts of troublesome natural magic. Corrosive vines, earth spikes, mist... Using the environment to kill was his greatest specialty back in the day."
"Such crucial intel—"
Wednesday sidestepped several stone stalagmites that suddenly thrust up from the ground, her tone icy as she deadpanned.
"—you should have said earlier."
Meanwhile, seeing Wednesday encountering obstacles, Victor immediately wanted to rush over to help.
But the moment he moved, several searing laser beams "whooshed" past his symbiotic carapace, leaving scorching marks on the ground.
"I think—"
Dr. 077's advanced android emitted a flat, synthetic voice.
"—you'd better stay focused. Your opponent is me."
Victor was forced to halt, the inky symbiotic substance churning across his body.
He bared his teeth, revealing sharp fangs.
"Fine. Looks like I'll have to knock down this tin can first before I can go help my dear."
"No, you are mistaken."
Dr. 077's voice seemed to carry a hint of mocking amusement.
"Not 'you.' 'You all.'"
Victor's pupils abruptly contracted!
He looked around. The shadows at the edges of the square, behind the ruins, even in the broken windows of buildings—were now filled with dense, silent mechanical figures!
Their eyes glowed with cold red light, the gun barrels formed from their arms uniformly aimed at Victor in the center of the field.
There were so many—at a rough glance, at least three hundred or more! Like a silent tide of steel, they exuded a suffocating pressure.
"Tsk!" Victor couldn't help but curse, his tone filled with disbelief and a kind of 'admiration' for being outdone by a peer.
"How much funding did you embezzle to crank out so many cannon fodder?! You bastard who deserves to be strung up on a lamppost!"
Victor's gaze swept over the super Terminator before him—far superior to the ones encountered at the old assembly—and the dense, silent cannon fodder army behind it, their eyes glowing with cold red light.
A dark, seething mass, numerous enough to make any sane person's scalp crawl.
The surrounding students and parents were frozen. This was no longer a number they could handle with a few weapons and tactics.
"Alright then~"
Victor wiped his face. The Venom mask receded, revealing his handsome features. His tone held a hint of resigned, 'nothing-left-to-lose' helplessness.
"You forced this. I didn't want it to come to this either."
He took a deep breath, then suddenly turned towards Mavis, who was leisurely trimming her nails with a nail clipper not far away, and called out without a shred of psychological burden:
"Mavis! Help! Deal with those cannon fodder!"
Mavis paused her action, deliberately raising her eyes in feigned shock, a sly smile spreading across her face.
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