Chapter 123 Legend
Regardless of whether the UN gang can be captured in the end, Yokohama Castle has already borne a burden that is not something it should have at its age.
If we take Atsushi Nakajima's building as the center, we can see that several concentric circles are rapidly consuming Yokohama's poor buildings in different ways and at different speeds.
Verne and Balzac, two humanoid warships, were locked in fierce combat in the central area. One used a vacuum blast on the left while the other unleashed a zombie horde on the right. The two of them demolished buildings as naturally as breathing.
The outermost circle features the scenes of Fabre and Pu Songling, where an arms race has gradually begun between the two. Large numbers of termites and metallic monsters have started fighting in the streets, and the area where they are located has become a battlefield ruin in a narrative sense.
—Incidentally, Lewis, who has been repeatedly trying to fight with the "Sleepless Man" to return to his dream, does indeed look like a refugee who has strayed into a battlefield. Although he is physically unharmed, Lewis's mental state has suffered greatly.
Further out, the duel between Exupéry and Brother Zhou thankfully didn't cause too much damage. After all, both of their abilities tend to be more focused on individual destruction, so they didn't cause much damage to buildings or the surrounding environment.
Unfortunately... the brawl between Wan Jiabao and Mary Shelley among the remaining people was far too loud, with a torrential downpour and a Mary Shelley brimming with energy and practically going berserk. Either one of them caused more destruction than Jules Verne and Balzac combined.
Mary Shelley grew increasingly excited as the fight progressed. This was the first time she had ever used such abundant and inexhaustible power. Wan Jiabao, on the other hand, was caught in a dilemma with no way to back down. By the time he realized that Shelley was actually using his supernatural power to keep charging, Shelley had already charged to a dangerous level. At this point, he couldn't very well stop the thunderstorm, because even without power, Shelley could smash the heads of everyone present—wait, everyone except Brother Zhou.
Therefore, Wan Jiabao can only continue to fight Shelley to a considerable degree here, but neither of them has been injured so far.
As for Xu Zhimo and Barry...emmmm, in this battle of the gods, there's no need to mention the two who look like mere bystanders.
The remaining outer areas, whether it's Cervantes' "Age of Knights" or Nabokov's "Staff of God," are all high-powered area-of-effect skills, capable of demolishing buildings without batting an eye.
And now, Dante is the most physically destructive person among all the UN members. Dante is following a man wearing an ornate mask that covers the upper half of his face, taking one step at a time (truly) towards the port.
During this time, the man wearing a half-mask—Goethe—kept talking incessantly to Dante, while Dante only occasionally uttered a few meaningless sounds that indicated "I am listening."
"It's truly an honor to meet Mr. Dante, one of the 'Three Giants' of this era. The revival you ushered in can be considered one of the reasons for the founding of our Smile Merchant Guild..."
Upon hearing the familiar term, Dante finally lazily raised his head: "The term 'Three Stars' is quite old now, isn't it?"
“It’s not just ancient, it’s almost lost to history.” Goethe’s face was covered by a mask, so his expression was not visible except for a standard smile. “However, our Smile Merchant Guild is also very good at preserving ancient books. So we have backups of many things that have been lost to the outside world.”
Dante didn't say much, as if it were just a casual question, and after receiving the answer, he simply nodded slightly to indicate that he had heard.
Goethe was not discouraged by Dante's lukewarm response and continued to speak with him with a smile: "Oh, speaking of which, it's said that you were sealed away by 'him' because you caused too much destruction—I'm very curious about 'him'."
As he spoke, Goethe exaggeratedly circled Dante, almost as if dancing, seemingly expressing his curiosity: "Mr. Dante, would you have the honor of describing 'his' power to me?"
Dante didn't care if it didn't work, but he seemed to have thought about it for a long time before finding a suitable description.
Dante raised his finger and pointed to a patch of air above the sea: "At least, he is much stronger than when the stars are in order."
“Even if the stars are all back in their places, I still have confidence.” Dante withdrew his finger and continued walking unhurriedly. “But when it comes to the New Testament, I have no way.”
"That's no longer a question of whether it's powerful or not."
“Wow—oh—” Goethe exclaimed in a rather exaggerated manner, “That sounds truly despairing.”
Dante was unaffected by Goethe, still looking sleepy, and muttered under his breath, "Perhaps."
Goethe seemed to pause for a moment, then continued his incessant rambling without any apparent change in expression.
Although Goethe talked non-stop, a closer look reveals that he was actually saying things that were "interesting but meaningless," and despite talking the whole way, he didn't reveal any useful information.
Instead, Dante heard a lot of self-praise and advertising from the Smiling Merchants.
When they were quite close to the port, Dante suddenly turned around as if he had just realized something and asked, "Are we the only two coming?"
“Of course not.” Goethe continued to smile, but finally revealed some useful information: “Miss Christie’s payment certainly couldn’t have been for just me—there were two other agents who have already gone ahead to the White Whale.”
As he spoke, Goethe raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Judging by the time, they should have arrived by now."
Just as Goethe and Dante were strolling toward the harbor, Loftus, aboard the white whale, also noticed something amiss.
Alcott, carrying a stack of project proposals, had just turned a corner when he was startled by Lovecraft, who was practically pressed against the wall. He nearly fell to the ground: "Mr. Lovecraft! What are you doing?!"
"Oh? Alcott." Lovecraft spun 180 degrees, looking upside down at Alcott. "Two big troubles are approaching."
"Moreover, there seem to be two others that are not quite normal, already inside the beluga whale."
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