"Huh? You're going to bomb there? Why?" The Dwarf asked in astonishment, "But there's nothing there?"
"Listen to my command! Bomb that place! Right now! Immediately!"
"But—which type of cannonball?"
"Core Explosion!!" Lóni almost roared out the order, and then he suddenly remembered something and immediately added, "And, prepare the fastest and most concealed flying ship for me. The faster, the better."
"Eh? But the battlefield here still needs you... Where are you going?" The pressure from Lóni forced the Dwarf to change his words midway. Being stared at by that scarlet one-eye, he couldn't help but shiver.
"There are just some things I want to confirm... things that ordinary guys can't see, things outside of the battlefield..." Lóni once again looked up at the map of the entire continent and muttered thoughtfully, "In short, hurry up and get it ready."
"Ah! Yes!"
Feeling a inexplicable sense of relief, he quickly gave a salute, and the Dwarf immediately passed down the order.
Soon, a flying ship turned its body, and its huge cannon was pointed in the direction of the spirit Sea .
This meaningless direction of the cannonball launch did not require the remaining Elf Alliance or the Flügel to dodge. Even though they had made full preparations for such a great war, the Dwarfs didn't actually produce many core explosion bombs. Wasting them like this made the Dwarfs feel confused.
However, even though they didn't know why Lóni suddenly wanted to use a precious core explosion bomb to bomb that strange place, the Dwarfs still carried out his order well. After all, what Lóni was going to do must have his reasons.
The trail of a meteor once again appeared in this world, not heading towards any target of sufficient weight, but instead flying towards a place outside the battlefield that could be said to have no value at all. It disappeared at the end of the horizon and soon exploded.
The blazing white light covered the crimson sky in that corner of the world. The huge energy fluctuations shook the spirits of all races and attracted their attention. In this moment of universal attention, no one noticed that a flying ship, as flat as a withered leaf in comparison, quietly fell from under the Dwarf's huge flagship. A concealed fluctuation appeared behind it, and in the next second, it quietly disappeared from this battlefield.
Let's rewind time a little bit, back to when the Elf flagship was still spinning and had not completely crashed to the ground.
"Can you go a little faster?" While urging anxiously, Su'er could see the small figure of the Ex-Machina girl and the Flügel's white wings rapidly shrinking in his vision through the gaps in the vines.
Riku's words of entrustment were still in his mind. Su'er couldn't imagine how he would face Riku if everything really came too late, and how he could open his mouth to say that unfortunate news—no, when that time came, would he really still have a chance to apologize?
He had no time to think.
"Okay~, I'll accelerate one more time, but the price is that the stability will become worse... Can you bear it?" Think put one hand on the side of the seed and the other on Su'er's chest and asked, turning her head.
"Ah, yes. A little faster," Su'er answered in a low voice, enduring the further intensified feeling of bumps and nausea.
His already weak body felt as if his last bones were about to fall apart from such shaking, but more than the simple physical pain, what made Su'er almost unable to maintain his mental clarity was the feeling of something stirring from the depths of his soul.
It was as if something was awakening, summoning him, and constantly knocking on the wall of his mind. The throbbing impulse was more frequent than a tide, keeping the non-stop dizziness hovering in Su'er's soul, making him almost faint.
The more time passed, the clearer a premonition that had appeared out of nowhere became. There was no evidence and no reason, but Su'er was increasingly desperate to reach the throne of the One True God. He had an intuition that if he didn't want to see everyone he cherished, and even this world, perish, only the power to reshape the planet, or even the universe, could save him.
It was like a great fantasy that a discontented ant would have, but Su'er was so certain, more convinced than anyone else.
"The faster we go, the faster the final plan will be completed, and the higher the chance of Schwi's survival—as long as she can hold on until I become the One True God, our sister won't die..." Su'er didn't tell Think his true feelings and only urged her again in a low voice.
"Heh~, sister?" Think just repeated, sounding neither complimentary nor derogatory.
She didn't have the time to say much more. Think tried to maintain Su'er's vitality while making the seed made of vines and roots fly faster.
The destination was the former Dwarf city, the place where Lenny and Credo had sacrificed their lives, and also the largest sea of spirits that currently existed in this world.
It was an adventurous and bold plan that didn't even have a chance to be tested. Because of this, every opportunity to increase the possibility of the plan's success was something that Su'er had to seize with all his might.
That sea of spirits, which had become a true blue ocean due to the explosion of the God's Core, was undoubtedly the closest place to the Spirit Corridor in the entire world. After discussing it for a long time with the God of Suspicion, Think even suspected that the very center of that ocean, where it first appeared, was no different from the true Spirit Corridor.
Placing the final location in this place that was most closely aligned with the Spirit Corridor was undoubtedly the plan with the highest success rate.
Amidst the waves of dizziness, nausea, and discomfort that came again and again, Su'er barely managed to gather his mind and, after several attempts, finally focused his eyes on the vines and roots above his head.
The outer wall of the entire seed was burning. The plant, which should have been afraid of fire and heat, was now glowing in an orange-yellow color, like molten steel. If you looked at the entire battlefield from a distance, this seed was like the most ordinary spark. After being thrown out of the ship, it fell to the distance in a flat and natural manner, and at the same time, it was burning from the heat generated by the high-speed friction, without any abnormalities.
Except for the direction it was fleeing from.