Chapter 73 073 Failure?
Although Don Quixote uttered some cool words (in his own eyes), the reality was that the situation remained unchanged.
After discovering that Don Quixote was unaffected by his abilities, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki promptly stopped using his powers to minimize unnecessary energy expenditure. However, he continued to monitor the battlefield, observing whether support was needed.
Because he failed to seize the opportunity to change the situation earlier, Don Quixote and Xu Zhimo are now stuck in a stalemate, neither gaining nor losing ground.
The situation on Pu Songling and Miyazawa Kenji's side gradually stabilized—given that the clerks had basically all left, the task could be considered a default failure, and Pu Songling could essentially be said to have voluntarily given up.
Pu Songling is basically in a state of passive resistance now, just waiting for Don Quixote to get tired of him and then retreat.
However, judging from Don Quixote's current mental state... Pu Songling realized that Don Quixote himself was getting bored and decided to retreat without any hope.
After a while, he lied to him and said that Christie (the leader of the Knights of the Order in Don Quixote's eyes) had sent a message saying that they were going to retreat. Pu Songling thought to himself indifferently.
Don Quixote, suffering from severe delusions, is obsessed with role-playing. While still identifying himself as a knight, Don Quixote unexpectedly adheres to chivalrous virtues more than anyone else.
That's probably because that's how the world works in his eyes. While Pu Songling was idly thinking about this and that, Don Quixote had already exchanged several more blows with Xu Zhimo.
Even as he continued to wield that obviously overweight lance, Don Quixote showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he became increasingly excited.
Just as Pu Songling thought it was time to trick Don Quixote into retreating, Barry's voice suddenly came from outside the window.
"Take this!"
Pu Songling subconsciously turned his head to look, but just as he turned his head, a golden streak with a whooshing sound flashed through his vision.
With a bewildered expression, Pu Songling stared blankly as the innocent-looking Exupéry sped past the battlefield between him and Miyazawa Kenji, crashing into Xu Zhimo's abdomen without pausing for a moment.
Then, in the instant Xu Zhimo was sent flying backward with a livid face, Exupéry defied the laws of physics and swung upward, slamming straight into Xu Zhimo's chin.
Pu Songling: ...
Barry, what are you doing?
Pu Songling looked out the window blankly. At that moment, Barry stood in mid-air with his hands on his hips, looking smug and proud.
"Ultimate move—Exupéry Cannon!"
Looking at Barry's wildly upturned lips and Exupéry's indifferent expression, Pu Songling: ...
Sometimes I really don't understand how the two of you get along.
Ignoring Pu Songling's mixed feelings, and confirming that the enemy who had just been entangled with Don Quixote was temporarily incapacitated, Barry shouted as he controlled Antoine de Essupé to fly back, "Pu Songling, Don Quixote, retreat!"
The ground was torn apart like a fragile and damp sheet of rice paper, and a huge, rugged, twisted and terrifying mass that looked like a large number of limbs glued together burst out of the broken hole.
"Beigu has arrived!"
Almost without hesitation, Pu Songling threw the stack of papers in his hand toward the terrifying mass of limbs—that is, toward Balzac—and then jumped out of the window.
Don Quixote, too, hurled his massive lance at Balzac in an instant. Then, like a rampaging tank, he charged forward, smashing through walls, and leaped into the air after Pu Songling.
The two people who had just jumped out were caught by some kind of transparent object before they even fell. After confirming that the two were firmly in place, Barry shot straight into the sky.
Meanwhile, Balzac was first knocked off balance by Don Quixote's massive lance, and before he could regain his balance, he was covered in a cloud of black mist. By the time he managed to break free... the UN members had completely vanished.
Balzac, now back in human form, tore apart a large pile of paper scraps around him, holding Don Quixote's knight's lance that was gradually dissipating into the air, his face so grim that he looked as if he could transform into a monster at any moment.
What are these UN guys up to? How come they're so skilled at retreating?
The lance had dissolved into a shapeless lump. After confirming that it was indeed useless, Balzac disdainfully threw it on the ground.
Well, at least we've prevented the UN from getting the intelligence. Even though the process wasn't ideal, we still won in the end... right?
Although the specifics are unknown, considering Holmes's usual eccentricities and his serious attitude towards Christy...
Balzac really didn't think things would end so simply.
—The dividing line of the Exupéry cannon—
Meanwhile, on the UN side, which was on the run, Pu Songling was talking to Christie via communicator.
"Yes, we failed... Well, the process was pretty much as you guessed before."
Braving the strong wind and looking down at the buildings below, Pu Songling breathed a sigh of relief.
"But Balzac and Holmes have already been lured over... Roland should be able to succeed on his end."
At this moment, the UN decoy team has successfully retreated.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
