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As the explosion sounded continuously, Benante received strong words and gaze from Nate, the man who led the hostile organization, and felt his own body tremble, slightly though.

Shivering? This me?

It was surprising. But I won't deny it.

I did tremble at this man's words.

But that's not out of fear.

Let the world change. There was no slight confusion or fear in the words. I don't have to use my sensing abilities as a shaman, I can see that.

This man is going to make it happen from the bottom of his heart. You're going to make me fall, that is, Anthrax, and stop the bombing from the sky by some means.

Anthrax wanted a world where Benante could live with his own believing God. And for that, he started fighting the world against him.

Certainly with special powers, we have been able to expand our place beyond compare to a decade ago, and our influence over the world has increased. But that's it.

No matter how good Benante is or how capable the Warcraft is of fighting, there are many enemies in this world. Metallica, Guardians, and Heroes of Justice (Rocks) champion the world just like Anthrax.

I realized that Benante kept fighting because of his excellence. That's how difficult it is for Anthrax to win in this world.

Anthrax cannot be recognized above the common values that currently permeate the world. If we are to defend our way of life in it, we have no choice but to continue the never-ending battle full of mighty enemies.

Benante realized it was a world of Shura that lasted forever. And on top of that, he was fighting without telling his countrymen about it. Because that's what I had to do.

But this man, Nate Comori, is different.

I made myself clear. He said he was going to win, control the world, and make a place.

A man who leaves the big organization Metallica, adds Santa Ana and Sabbath to his distribution, and now is just trying to drop Anthrax.

A man who manages to create this critical situation himself and to use it to enable him to survive the fulfilment of his purpose.

The spirituality and power of that sort of evil. I understand that very well.

So it wasn't from fear that Benante trembled.

To the man's spirit, which cannot be broken even in extreme conditions.

To the man's soul who truly tries to challenge an ambition no one has yet fulfilled.

Benante, just a few, was impressed.

Of course, there is also a reasoned judgment based on the current state of affairs, in which the whole island is still about to be burned down. But for a different reason, Benante answered Nate across the street.

"... If the time has come to make you unbelievable, if the day has come to desecrate our God, I will not hesitate to discuss you. Do you mind?

That said, one step closer to Nate.

"Fine. I wish the time had come. Again, if you guys betrayed me, I won't forgive you. Absolutely crush. All right? My 'absolute' is absolute."

Nate grinned with a loose end of her lips and stepped closer to Benante.

Benante looked back once and looked over at his compatriots (Anthrax).

I can see everyone nodding.

"Everyone's!! From this I choose the future of Anthrax!!

Stronger than Nate's voice was earlier, Benante put his strength into the words.

The companions answer it with a roaring voice and a grunting foothold.

Benante carried the sound, walked over to Nate, and knelt.

"This Benante, and we Anthrax. Let the world be challenged with you......!!

Nate remained silent for a while before crouching down and putting his hand on Benante's shoulder.

"... uh, good. I seriously thought I was going to die. Then don't ask me. Oh, welcoming party or something. Once you settle down, okay? Can I get a shochu or something?

The look on your face that makes you laugh is powerless. Until just now, it's like someone else.

"Ha ha. You are a really weird man......! than that."

Benante laughed when I got caught up, but now there's got to be something I need to do anyway. The bombing of fighter units led by Professor H. continues.

"Oh, speaking of which, we need to stop the bombing now."

Did Nate notice that too, when he stood up, when he took out the small terminal and turned it on, he was starting to communicate somewhere.

"Oh, good luck. Yes.... yes. This one is over. So thank you for the rest."

It was a very, very light tone.

Professor H sat on the premium seat of a flying boat leading a fighter unit and was laughing.

Monitors and naked eyes can confirm that fighters scattered over the surrounding airspace burn one island after another.

Pleasant and irresistible.

That's all there is to it. You will no longer lose to the enemy.

I'm done with Komori.

I've always been threatened with one thing about Purgatory Island as a story. He cursed me, stomped on me, and I still couldn't defy him, and I've tried to make it all convenient for him. It is also the power of this Professor H that Komori was able to ascend to his current position.

Same thing this time. Slayer who made a sham betrayal. That man moved this me just for a pose to go crusade it. The executive has moved, only to create a shape.

It was very unpleasant in itself, but I realized that I had actually arrived in nearby airspace and checked the condition of the scene.

The war lasted almost five minutes and there are no other witnesses. And against both inside and outside Metallica, there is a basis for being able to explain the reason for the attack.

Now we can kill Komori, and all of Komori's men at once.

Even better, you can burn the sanctuary of Anthrax, the creepy and obnoxious ones, and kill the executives.

That's what Professor H. decided.

"Well, bomb the west side next. Let's call it a swordfish slaughter."

"... Roger that. We'll pass it all on to your body."

Fly instructions to the operator while sitting on the seat. This absolute advantage does not work. No matter how exhausted Komori was in his battle with Anthrax, there's no way he can overshadow this war.

I'll kill you like a bug. You can run away and die regretting stepping on this me who was imagining so many monsters and continuing to grow Metallica.

Perhaps he was going to settle before I arrived, but the calculations seem crazy.

And you must not have expected me to act like this.

What is a genius of darkness, an evil charisma?

A conquest of the world? Nonsense. Such a thing is delusional. It is much more important to sift through power in this world and live as you wish. I will continue to be a Metallica executive. I'm not getting out of this cozy chair.

Indeed, once he screwed up his betrayal and succumbed to Komori.

But I'm the one who wins eventually.

It's me.

It should be me.

Betraying and surpassing the one who makes a flash of gaps after intolerant humiliation. I am the true evil.

"Kukukukukukukukukukukukuku......!!

Is this what you can't help but stay? Well, it's time to direct a full-scale attack.

"Fine. Then bomb the center of the island at once. Allow use of large plasma bullets"

Kill the laughter and speak to the operator.

……

But he didn't answer. Something is talking in a small voice. Did someone call you in?

"Can't you hear me? Hurry up."

"... are you done? Okay, yes. And this one."

Weird. I haven't had a conversation bite. It's unpleasant. I don't know who contacted you, but there can't be anyone who takes precedence over me. Who do you think I am?

"… Professor H"

The operator got up slowly. There must be no operator leaving the monitor during the operation. He hasn't executed my instructions either. This is a problem.

But both the pilot and the other crew are ignoring it.

That's crazy.

"What are you doing? You're not going back to the seat."

The next sound I heard became the last one Professor H heard in that long life.

Bread, the dry sound of. Shots fired.

"... is...?

This is followed by a shock running around the chest, with red fluid erupting one after the other. I can't hear anything anymore.

"... ah, why..."

Professor H is

With this clear brains, it is easy to grasp things.

That's right. The operator shot me. But why?

I am the vice president of Metallica. There's no reason to be shot by a metallic person.

Has this operator gone mad?

No, I'm not. No one on the crew has reacted in any way to this anomaly. On the contrary, they are all more than once equipped with parachutes and trying to get out of the plane.

This means that this was planned from the beginning.

You can't be forgiven for killing me. There is no reason to be killed.

The organization can't possibly acknowledge it, and there can't be anything that would give such instructions.

Old Hammett, Lars, I had some bad dealings with them, but Metallica doesn't allow betrayal. It's impossible for an executive to be assassinated within an organization. They don't admit it.

Komori's retreat, I don't think so. Only some of the upper echelons know that Metallica tolerates his betrayal. There's no way he can move Metallica and kill me like that.

"……………"

That's crazy. That's stupid. Why the red breasts. Why the crew starts leaving and sets explosives on the airship. Stupid. Somebody put me out of this seat. Why Lars Komori. If you can survive without haemostasis, Master Fujijiro. If you don't hurry. No way. Sengoku.

I was wrapped in flames and found myself falling. And that ended Professor H.

"What the hell did you do...?

Benante couldn't believe the sight above.

A medium-sized airship, believed to have led a fighter unit, falls in flames, with the other units successively landing on the surface near the island.

You mean you created this situation with as little communication as you just did?

Professor H is a heavy town in Metallica, and from what I've just heard, it means he's attacked at his will. It's not supposed to be under Nate's influence, so why?

"Huh? What?

But Nate is right in front of Benante.

"You dropped that. Right?"

"Oh. Yeah. Oh, well. Uh, I was threatening the headfield. Because he betrayed Metallica once."

By the way, naturally, Nate speaks.

"If you defy me, you'll fall apart."

"I see. So Headfield came to this desk to erase you, didn't he? Mouth sealing, and resentment, is that the place? How did you stop that?

"It's easy. I just asked someone on the airship"

Nate gives his gaze to a falling airship. That was no longer the eye to see the enemy.

I burn the birds, I eat without leaving myself, I see the bones I throw away because I no longer have the part to eat, that was it.

"I've been in charge of Headfield's right to life and death for a long time now. Both General Lars and Counsellor Hammett are aware of it. I activated it now."

The altitude of the airship is already quite low and will fall to sea level in about a dozen seconds like this. A burning airship lit up Nate's face.

"The fact that he endured humiliation and desperately tried to comply with my orders is that 'Headfield betrayed Metallica' has solidified and fragmented evidence long ago. He's the only one I didn't know."

Nate said the truth, and Benante understood it.

There are two things that happened tonight.

I. Anslax went down to Slayer.

II. Metallica turned headfield, what an executive, to finish off the backcutter (Slayer), but Slayer repelled this and killed Headfield.

It's not like the truth. But that's the truth.

"... you're a horrible man. You are."

"Not really. I was pretty freaked out inside."

The fact that Headfield, the big man in Heavy Town, was defeated on a crusade, has the effect of letting the world know that Slayer's rebellion was unintended and unacceptable for Metallica. Because headfields are too big to kill in poses.

This allows Metallica to engage references from other organizations.

And Slayer can let them know that he will have the power to retreat Metallica, which he has come to crusade for in earnest.

"Well, let's go. Benante, I have a lot to do. You convince all anthrax members of the world to join the slayer. I've left Metallica with all the Crimson people over here."

Nate said so quietly in the woods, where silence was restored again, and began walking.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Benante answers, followed by him.

Slayer made his name known to the world this evening.

Let Anthrax fall overnight, follow Crimson, and also turn Metallica against the enemy as a presence of fear that can win.

A few things happened after that that were a little unexpected for Benante.

That Nate fell out of fatigue after work.

At the same time, a man named Nina, one of his men, said, "Uh, did you fall after all? I'm not physically fit," he said, putting him on a tanka I was ready for.

Nina says, "Mr. Benante, what are you doing? You'll be one of us, won't you? Take this tanker to the ship. 'Cause I'm heavy, I don't like it', so, uh, okay. That I answered with.

That the poor blonde lady was waiting on the boat and greeted me with an eyelid smile.

That Ikeno had already fully built his plan for the next battle and then said out, 'If Komori, leave him alone, it's not a big deal anyway, and it won't be necessary for a while'.

That the salmon that a keen-minded man named Tsurugi was drinking seemed oddly so.

Benante had a few unexpected things like that, and the welcome party and things got a little exciting.