Unlimited Ambition

Even the most advanced scientific methods cannot detect her illness. She simply "misses a piece of memory," and has no disease whatsoever. There are no bruises or lumps; she is perfectly normal.

But I just can't remember.

At times like these, girls are naturally very vulnerable and frightened. They are most easily taken advantage of.

What I need to do is to be the first person to approach her the moment she wakes up. Tell her her name, her identity, and our relationship (we are very good friends).

Then, feigning extreme panic, he took her on a tour of all the hospitals in Academy City. Just when she was about to break down after being told a hundred times that "this disease is so troublesome, it seems incurable," he squeezed her hands again and made a small promise: "From now on, I will take care of you."

Then it was successful.

Start with Fukiyoshi.

That's pretty much it. After watching Aleister's small theater performance tonight, we can go back to Jerusalem and prepare for war.

On September 30th, at 7 PM, "The Wind Ahead," a member of the Right Seat of God, the most powerful organization in the Roman Catholic Church, infiltrated.

The war has begun.

"So... this is the kind of thing you're going to show me?" I pointed at the messy screen and snorted with slight dissatisfaction.

As I finished speaking, a skyscraper over a hundred stories high collapsed in the scene. Coupled with the numerous corpses of mercenaries and hundreds of disassembled drive armor pieces, it gave one a feeling of "It's over, we're finished."

In the picture, there is only a woman wearing a yellow trench coat, heavy eyeshadow, and a bunch of messy cross-shaped earrings hanging on her body.

I'm particularly bothered by that cross on her tongue. That long chain—does she usually hide it in her esophagus?

Perhaps this woman is quite skilled with oral sex. My thoughts wandered further as I pondered this.

The wind ahead keeps us moving forward.

We lost.

The elite mechanical force that Academy City was so proud of was completely wiped out.

Including this one, three members of the Academy City General Council have now died.

"Are you really not worried? Those guys may be greedy idiots, but without their financial support, will Academy City really be okay?" I asked.

“There’s absolutely no need to worry,” Aleister replied. “There are so many candidates for this so-called overarching council that it’s almost impossible to count them. They’re like disposable chopsticks, something you use and then discard.”

“I see.” I nodded, then looked at the screen, and turned to Aleister, saying, “By the way, can’t you give me some popcorn? This is so boring.”

Aleister: "..."

"And by the way," Lone Eye said, snapping his fingers as Aleister showed no intention of entertaining him. A bag of popcorn and a glass of cola appeared in his hand. He then sat down in the armchair that had appeared behind him.

“What?” Aresta asked.

"Don't kill that woman, I have a use for her," I said.

"His Highness the Crown Prince is quite... leisurely." Aleister thought for a long time, but still didn't want to offend me too much, so he chose a neutral term to describe me.

"Pretty much. Compared to some older men, I'm much younger." I chuckled as I spoke these boastful words.

At that moment, the wind in front once again routed a group of powered armor users who had rushed to the scene. Then, raising his head, he revealed an arrogant expression: "Aleister! You coward! Is this the kind of toy you can send to fight me?! Come out! Stop hiding! Let me kill you!"

Aleister remained silent.

Gu chuckled twice and praised, "Your Excellency the Chairman is truly good-tempered." Unexpectedly, the Chairman actually agreed, saying, "Your Highness flatters me."

"Tch, then hide in your turtle shell, Aleister! It'll be too late for you to come out after I destroy the entire Academy City!" After waiting for a while and finding that Aleister had no reaction, Wind Ahead continued forward, heading towards the location of another board member.

"Almost there, we're almost there." At that moment, Aleister suddenly smiled. Although it was only for a moment, it was clearly caught by Gu.

In other words, is the so-called secret weapon about to be revealed? Thinking this, I smiled and moved my chair forward a little.

She was a bespectacled girl with a great figure, wearing a school uniform from some unknown school. With an air of naivety, she walked step by step towards the wind ahead.

“Don’t tell me that this is your trump card,” I said to Aleister, rolling my eyes.

“Weapons aren’t judged by their appearance,” Aleister said confidently.

I took a closer look—then, gripping the chair armrests with both hands, I suddenly exerted force, crushing the teak armrests to pieces.

"AIM diffusion field, if I remember correctly... that's what it is, right?" I chuckled softly, my gaze towards the girl changing slightly.

The wind ahead, however, lacked my keen eyesight and mistook the girl for an ordinary passerby. It spat and tried to walk around her. Perhaps it was pride that prevented it from killing such an ordinary person.

And so tragedy struck.

The instant the wind passed the girl, a gear-like halo suddenly appeared above her head, and three pairs of tattered wings unfurled from her back. Then, it threw a punch at the wind beside her.

The wind ahead changed its expression drastically and stretched out its hands to block—with just one strike, it sent the wind flying dozens of kilometers away, piercing through hundreds of buildings along the way, before being embedded in a rocky mountain.

I couldn't help but whistle.

"How much of her strength did she use in that attack just now?" Gu asked.

"It's just a brief greeting," Aleister replied casually.

Is it just something like "a brief greeting"? If Aleister isn't lying to me.

spit.

How could that be?

Gu snorted softly, but it sounded somewhat unbelievable.

However, what happened next left me no choice but to believe it.

The girl's bewilderment vanished, replaced by a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or ruthless) and murderous desire. It was chilling.

"Damn it!" Despite having just been subjected to an extremely powerful attack, Qianfang Zhifeng still had the energy to curse. She stood up, dusted herself off, and shook her neck as if nothing had happened—before being blasted into the rocky depths by a cannon punch from the giant-breasted, eye-eyed figure that suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Damn it! Aaaaaaaah!!!!"

Having been humiliated twice in a row, the already short-tempered Wind in the Forefront erupted in fury. An extremely powerful magical aura instantly burst forth from several kilometers underground. Immediately afterward, an extremely blinding white light flashed, and the area within a ten-mile radius of Wind in the Forefront was reduced to nothingness.

From high above, a huge crater suddenly appears amidst the steel jungle, as unsightly as a scar on a beautiful face.

She unleashed a powerful attack resembling a special move, but she didn't seem to be in much pain. Her clothes were extremely disheveled, with several areas slightly exposed. It's unclear if she noticed. She was also covered in dirt, and several of her cross earrings had been torn off. She looked to be in considerable pain.

The wind ahead seemed completely unconcerned, breathing heavily as it surveyed its surroundings.

a long time.

"Hehehe, hehehehehehe... Dead! Absolutely dead! That bastard was Aleister's ace?! Nothing special! I killed him so easily! Ahahahaha..."

The wind in front of her let out a burst of wild laughter, and combined with her current disheveled appearance, she looked like a madwoman who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Unfortunately, she was happy a little too soon.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred! The enormous-breasted eye suddenly emerged from the rock beneath her feet! Her severed left hand contained neither blood nor flesh, but was an empty shell. The inner skin was dark and emanated an ominous aura. And in her right hand, a longsword radiating black flames had appeared out of nowhere.

The wind in front of him contracted sharply, too late to assume a defensive stance. He watched as the longsword in the giant-breasted woman's hand was about to fall, and he was about to be decapitated!

"Didn't you hear me?! I want her alive!!!"

The next moment, he appeared on the battlefield through a dimensional leap, raising the Yitian sword in his hand and barely blocking the attack from the giant-breasted, eye-shaped figure.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Shut up!

Seeing the sudden appearance of the new enemy, the woman with the large breasts showed no confusion on her face. She then unleashed another sword strike, her attack accompanied by wind and thunder, incredibly fierce. However, while her power and speed were abundant, her technique was somewhat lacking. The opponent seemed to have no understanding of swordsmanship whatsoever; she was simply attacking based on instinct.

However, that is enough.

Its strength is about sixteen times that of mine, and its speed is sixty-four times that of mine. At the same time, its reckless fighting style is quite reminiscent of the Norse berserkers of yesteryear.

Aleister's trump card? Indeed, he's not to be underestimated; in terms of pure power, he's already reached the level of an archangel. However, this angel himself possesses not a single trace of magic.

Pshaw, a science angel?

I rolled my eyes. And the price of being distracted on the battlefield was having my arm sliced ​​off by this scientific angel. Arterial blood spurted high into the air.

"Hey, Aleister, you bastard, you should be able to hear me, right?" I yelled. "Stop her now, don't tell me you can't do it."

At the same time, I heard Aleister's voice in my ear: "I'm so sorry, Your Highness, your prediction has unfortunately come true. For the time being, I haven't been able to retract Hughes Wind Slash's ability. It will take about half an hour of preparation time to interrupt the AIM diffusion field."

"You bastard, do you want to kill me?" I cursed angrily, but I couldn't dodge in time, and a cut was made on my chest. Fortunately, it was just a superficial wound and not too serious.

"I'm really sorry, but you have to understand, this wasn't my intention." After saying this, Aleister abruptly ended the communication, and no matter what I said afterward, he wouldn't respond.

"What a cunning old fox," I cursed under my breath.

In the blink of an eye, I was standing still, having exchanged tens of thousands of blows with this angel of science. A few attacks slipped through my defensive perimeter, about to strike the wind behind me. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take a sword for her.

"Why are you helping me?!" The Wind Ahead recognized me by now and knew that the one standing in front of him, sheltering him from the wind and rain, was none other than Wright Baldwin, the greatest enemy of the Roman Catholic Church and the earthly God whom Jerusalem was so proud of.

The wind ahead was filled with shock and anger, seemingly ungrateful at all. He brandished his warhammer, intending to deliver a vicious blow to my back.

I stole a moment from my busy schedule, and while the Science Angel was catching her breath after a storm of sword strikes, I turned around and slapped the woman in front of me across the face. Then I yelled at her, "Shut up!"

Then he turned around and blocked another attack from the Angel of Science.

The wind in front of me seemed stunned by my slap. It stared blankly at my back, its other hand reaching up to its face, stroking the burning skin where I had struck it. Then it flew into a rage—but for some reason, the anger came and went quickly. After that, it stood there motionless.

"Damn it, Aleister, are you trying to test my strength? Very well, then I'll show you the power of a true archangel—a power completely different from this crudely made imposter!"

I gritted my teeth, knowing this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. I then made up my mind to use all my strength to get rid of this "scientific angel" first.

Immediately afterwards, an absolute domain, dozens of times stronger than the defenses of Paradise Sanctuary, appeared before me.

The Angel of Science continued its mindless attacks as before, but all its attacks seemed to hit cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

The Angel of Science seemed to be acting strangely, increasing its strength in subsequent attacks, but to no avail.

Finally, the Angel of Science was enraged. A strange, low growl escaped her throat, like that of a wounded beast. Then, she raised her longsword high, the black flames engulfing it expanding several times over—and then, wielding the sword with both hands, she brought it down with a mighty slash. The force of her blows was as if she intended to cleave the entire Earth in two.

Behind me, a canyon hundreds of kilometers long and several kilometers deep appeared.

The absolute territory was immediately broken.

However, it has bought enough time for Gu.

Behind me, three pairs of wings, composed of brilliant golden flames, had taken shape. They carried my body slowly into the air, and several feathers shimmering with flames drifted down gracefully.

The light emanating from him completely obscured the sun in the sky, dazzlingly bright. The injuries he had sustained vanished entirely in an instant. His severed left arm was completely healed after the flash of light.

At this moment, any Christian believer present, regardless of their denomination, would surely regard me as an angel and pray fervently—just as the wind ahead is doing now.

"Then let's start over. Aleister... If I accidentally break one of your important toys, don't come crying to me."

Gu chuckled and raised the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand once more. A layer of Heavenly Fire clung to it, elevating the Heaven-Slaying Sword's grade to another level.

The Angel of Science ignored her completely. As if all the images I created were fake, she charged forward again, sword in hand. However, at this moment, all of my attributes surpassed hers. And my combat experience and skills far exceeded hers.