This might also be somewhat related to the fact that the guy who visited my little garden before was skilled in using poisonous snakes. That man is the main person in charge here.
The mentor found everything utterly boring; even when she briefly woke up, she merely shifted her position before returning to sleep. After pondering for a while, Lady Juliana suggested: Could we destroy the monsters' shells directly without affecting the internal structure?
I initially intended to reply with "yes," but after carefully examining the contact surface between the experimental chamber and the ceiling of the compartment for a few seconds, I couldn't help but question my hasty response.
Ultimately, this method of using the experimental chamber as a load-bearing column was probably an additional structure built to prevent the experimental subjects trapped inside from escaping.
In the event of any unforeseen circumstances, such as the experimental subject becoming uncontrollably violent or being attacked from the outside, the uneven stress caused by the broken outer wall could instantly cause a large-scale collapse, resulting in the falling of stones above and potentially delivering a fatal blow to the experimental subject.
Even if it doesn't kill them instantly, it's still very easy to deal with afterwards.
"The challenge lies in stabilizing the structure while the overall load is being disrupted?" the dean murmured to himself, deep in thought.
I nodded: "After all, as you know, Dean, most of the spells I use are offensive lightning and fire-based. While I can't say I'm not very proficient with the other three main elements, their overall offensive power isn't sufficient. If I fail to kill them in one hit and allow those awakened chimeras to wreak havoc, that would be a huge problem."
Ms. Juliana was clearly aware of this as well, and after a moment's hesitation, she quickly made a decision: "Then, I will assist you."
"Let's start by destroying this area."
As her hand moved, an icy blue light shone through.
Translucent icicles instantly condensed from the ground, then swiftly connected with the prisms hanging straight down from the ceiling, intertwining and fusing together as if they were originally one. The growing ice threads penetrated deep into the crevices, filling the voids, and then piled up thickly layer upon layer on the outer surface, forming smooth cuts on the surface of the frost crystals that seemed to possess their own life force, allowing the power of the prisms constructed from icicles to be transmitted and replaced to the greatest extent.
In the blink of an eye, it was as if we had arrived in the far north snowfield, where everything in sight was enveloped in an icy white hue.
I subconsciously compared what I saw with the actions of acquaintances, but quickly dismissed the thought.
This is a miracle that even a swordsman like [Frost Sword] cannot achieve.
Even if one can imitate the general shape, one cannot imitate the complete essence, not to mention that Miyuki's swords are designed for fighting and killing.
Blood and fire are the destiny of those who wield sharp blades, while mages possess the power to create unparalleled miracles.
Somewhat shocked, I opened a miniature magic circle in my palm. As I prepared the spell, I couldn't help but turn to ask, "Dean, what should we do with that child? Just leave him like this?"
Ms. Juliana also seemed unprepared, and when I asked her, she couldn't help but turn her gaze to the only experimental chamber behind her that wasn't covered by a thick layer of ice.
The child with the familiar face floated quietly in the concentrated life fluid that had not yet shown any signs of freezing due to the cold. His weak breathing and life were barely maintained by this alchemical potion that emitted a glowing green light. Yet, he was placed alone at the far end of the laboratory, a little distance away from the other monsters. It was unclear whether this was due to special attention or because research had not yet begun.
"Let's put it aside for now."
Ms. Juliana ultimately softened, glancing at the boy a few times before looking away, her face showing a look of reluctance: "We haven't confirmed whether he was subjected to experiments yet, so maybe he can still be saved. If there's a chance, I still hope to save an innocent life, even if it's just one."
Although it was an expected answer, it didn't affect me much; at most, it only slightly prolonged the child's death.
Anyway, I won't bother to report it when it's time to actually do it.
Let the golden-red light boil in my palm, the expanding magic circle covers a wider area. I thought for a moment, then took out the few elemental stones I had left in my pocket, picked out a few fire-attribute ones, activated them and threw them out.
Let the wrath of thunder and fire descend, to judge the evil deeds of the sinners!
As the incantation was softly recited, a burst of intense golden-red light suddenly erupted.
It was like being immersed in a boiling sea of thunder, or surrounded by raging flames. With a thunderous force, the lightning, wreathed in flames, instantly spread to every corner, like a nimble dragon or a sharp spear entwined with lightning and fire. It seemed as if everything was pierced in an instant, yet upon closer inspection, it precisely avoided the ice layers that needed protection, penetrating only through cracks invisible to the outer shell, reaching deep inside, wrapping around silent, wailing figures, bringing a signal of destruction.
The lament of creation and the dazzling golden-red hue dominated the underground space, which should have been silent.
If we consider the possibility of the end of the world, isn't what we see now also a kind of end of the world?
Of course, the main entities that will bring about this apocalypse are those that violate ethics and morality.
I looked at the undead and embryos hidden deep within the monsters; their once human-like faces were now covered by overgrown hair and scales.
Those tiny beings, newly arrived in this world, yet to experience its beauty, not even having had a chance to open their eyes and fall in love with it, are forced to be manipulated by the desires of others, becoming unfortunate creatures. Before the lightning and fire strike, they may have struggled and cried out, but all of that was ultimately burned away in an instant. It is unknown whether they shed tears of regret for their sorrowful and short lives.
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