Looking at the Attack Titan that had been sent flying by him, a trace of ferocity flashed in the eyes of the War Hammer Titan. With a thought, centered beneath its feet, large patches of hardened crystal rapidly spread across the ground.
Sharp hardened spikes burst from the earth one after another, all aimed at the Attack Titan. But anyone paying close attention would notice that the number and size of the spikes summoned by the War Hammer Titan were far inferior to those used by the Fate Titan.
The genuine ability was actually worse than the imitation? What kind of nonsense was that?
Although Eren had suffered a setback due to a moment of carelessness, the training he had undergone over the years was no joke.
The Attack Titan raised its head and quickly propped itself up with both arms. Since only its arms were covered in hardening, the hardened spikes on the ground easily pierced into the Attack Titan's body.
Soon, the lower half of the Attack Titan was completely impaled by countless spikes. Steam rose from the nape of its neck as Eren tore off the flesh and blood stuck to his face.
"Mikasa!"
In the night sky, after replenishing her Thunder Spears, Mikasa descended like a Valkyrie. The gas output of her Vertical Maneuvering Equipment was pushed to the maximum, and her figure shot forward like a meteor. She rushed to the nape of the Attack Titan, wrapped an arm around Eren's waist, and directly pulled him out.
Eren wrapped his arms around Mikasa's neck. The two looked extremely intimate, but this was no time to think about such things.
"Yago said the weakness of the War Hammer Titan lies in the thin tube connected behind it. The real body of the War Hammer Titan is buried deep underground. We need to break through from there."
Mikasa nodded.
"Don't worry, Eren. We just need to suppress the War Hammer Titan. Historia will deal with it."
Below them, the royal-blood Jaw Titan sprinted through the venue while dodging Marleyan artillery fire.
It had abandoned its pursuit of the Cart Titan, but that wasn't good news for the Cart Titan—because atop a tall building, five figures were quietly waiting.
Behind it was a large number of Survey Corps soldiers, and ahead were the Ackermans who had long been lying in wait. Where could the Cart Titan even go?
"Mikasa! Let's go together!" Eren shouted.
Mikasa immediately understood. She released Eren's waist, grabbed his hand instead, spun twice midair using inertia, and flung him out directly.
Opening his mouth, Eren bit hard into his palm. Golden arcs of electricity instantly enveloped his entire body. Steam erupted during the transformation, trailing behind him in the air, leaving a long streak as flesh, blood, and bone formed layer by layer.
The War Hammer Titan took a step back, raised its long-handled spike hammer, and swung it in a full arc to gather momentum. To the War Hammer Titan, the falling Attack Titan was nothing more than a live target. With this strike, it intended to smash the Attack Titan's head to pieces—along with that so-called power of the Founder!
But as mentioned before, Eren was not fighting alone.
Mikasa's figure darted forward like lightning, appearing before the Attack Titan. She moved gracefully in midair like a dancing spirit. In a relaxed motion, her left arm fired all four Thunder Spears she carried—each equivalent to two soldiers' load.
The moment the Thunder Spears made contact with the War Hammer Titan, Mikasa lightly curled her fingers, and four bursts of orange flames erupted from its body.
The immense shockwave from the explosion directly blasted the War Hammer Titan onto the ground. If not for its skin also being a special kind of hardening, it would have already been reduced to a pile of mangled flesh.
The battered War Hammer Titan had just managed to rise when a punch from the descending Attack Titan slammed viciously into its head, knocking it down again.
With a kick, the Attack Titan sent its weapon flying, then seized the opportunity to mount the War Hammer Titan. Its hardened fists rained down relentlessly onto the War Hammer Titan's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heavy blows rang out, making one's teeth ache. Under the barrage, the War Hammer Titan's head began to twist and deform.
Puchi!!
Just as the Attack Titan was in the middle of its assault, a hardened spike suddenly shot up from the ground, piercing straight through its chest and successfully delaying its attack for a moment. A crude, hastily formed hardened short sword condensed in the War Hammer Titan's hand.
Boom!!
Before it could counterattack, two Thunder Spears directly blasted off its arm.
At the same time, the royal-blood Jaw Titan bypassed the fiercely battling Attack Titan and War Hammer Titan. Soon, Historia spotted the white tube connected behind the War Hammer Titan—long and winding, extending deep underground.
"Found you!"
Historia was thrilled and immediately rushed toward it.
The shells exploding around her could not stop the Jaw Titan. Meanwhile, less than half of the Marleyan artillery soldiers remained on the high-rise positions, still firing. The other half, along with Magath, had vanished.
Bang!!
The hardened fists were covered in blood and flesh. Only half of the War Hammer Titan's head remained. With its mouth still intact, it spoke in broken fragments:
"Usur…per… Eren… Yeager… you… you…"
Before it could finish, its body suddenly went limp, completely losing all movement.
Not far away, the royal-blood Jaw Titan held up a massive chunk of hardened crystal. Inside the transparent crystal was a perfectly intact human—Lara Tybur, dressed in formal attire, her eyes wide open as she remained sealed within.
In the Jaw Titan's mouth was the severed half of the white tube it had bitten off.
The War Hammer Titan… defeated!
Crack!
The body of the Fusion Titan was covered in countless fractures. With only three horse legs remaining, it retreated again and again.
Before it, every time the Fate Titan raised its massive hammer and brought it down, the Female Titan beside it would take advantage of the Fusion Titan's defensive moment to swing her greatsword wildly.
For a time, the Fusion Titan had no ability to resist and was forced into continuous retreat. Inside it, Bazel could only complain bitterly. The Fortress Titan bore the brunt of the defense, and his stamina had long been exhausted. The fact that he hadn't collapsed yet was already a miracle.
The Airwing Titan continuously emitted steam, twitching occasionally—clearly having lost its ability to fight. The Silver-Split Titan had disappeared from the battlefield, and Bill was nowhere to be seen.
Ebson frowned deeply. The outcome of this battle no longer held any meaning for him. What he needed now was to prove his hypothesis. Staying here was nothing but a waste of time.
He raised his head and looked at the Fate Titan, his gaze profound.
"Norman… are you really right? Let's wait and see."
After muttering to himself, a trace of crimson light flashed in Ebson's eyes.
"Bill! Take them and retreat. We're leaving!"
Behind a shattered boulder, Bill, with a cigarette in his mouth, suddenly heard Ebson's voice in his mind.
"Take them and retreat. We're leaving!"
Bill spat out the cigarette, carefully peeking out from behind the rock. Looking at the Fate Titan and the Female Titan just fifty meters away, he realized that after all the effort to get here, a sneak attack was no longer possible.
As the battle dragged on, one person had been completely overlooked.
Covered in dust, Newt staggered forward. Ever since the forces of Paradis Island had entered and disrupted the situation, Newt had already released his transformation into the Crimson Flame Titan and had been hiding in a corner to recover his stamina.
His goal had never changed.
Now, all the Titan warriors around Ebson had either been restrained or lost their combat capability.
And this… was the perfect moment for his revenge!