"Wow~ So many strangling vines and skeleton bees!"
Billy stopped and gazed into the distance, letting out a few gasps of amazement.
Hoshimi Miyabi tightened her grip on the demon sword, lightly touching her earphone with her delicate hand. Her calm voice held a hint of impatience: "Number 11, I think we should go for it. They won't hold out much longer."
Hmm... my opinion is to wait a bit longer. I've sent a lot of people from the Weista Institute to support us, and they all agree that the current situation in Nineveh is very strange.
[We can't worry about that now. With the strangling vines and the skeletal wasps, someone needs to stop the expansion of Void Zero. The longer we delay, the lower our chances of winning become.]
However, we still haven't identified Nineveh...
[It's over.]
【Hello? Hoshimi Miyabi? Hello!】
[Beep~ Beep~]
A busy signal came from the other end of the earpiece. How could Number 11 not know what Hoshimi Miyabi was up to? He felt a surge of irritation, as if his chest was on fire.
"I...."
On the 11th, he picked up a document and was about to slam it down.
But at the last moment, he held back, slowly put the document down, and tried to calm his emotions, which were rising and falling like a volcano erupting.
Far off, on the other side of the battlefield, three meteors flew straight toward Nineveh.
Two are flying in the sky.
One is running on the ground.
I don't know where number 11 is, but this is Hoshimi Miya, Billy, and Misa. Among them, the one running on the ground is Hoshimi Miya, and she is faster than the two who can fly.
"Tch... Sigh! I hope they succeed!"
Now that things have come to this, what can Number 11 say?
He simply sat down again, clasped his hands together against his forehead, and prayed silently for Hoshimi and the other two, hoping to seize this opportunity to kill Nineveh in one fell swoop.
"The results...the results are in!"
Just then, a member of the Wistar Society suddenly burst into the tent.
When he first entered the tent, he tripped over the threshold in his haste and fell straight to the ground.
When questioned by number 11, he immediately stood up, only to see that the members of the society had already gotten up on their own, completely unconcerned that both of their front teeth had fallen out.
After standing up, he walked straight to number 11 and, spitting out blood, said urgently:
"It's solved...it's solved!"
"Nineveh's current state is very much like that of a pure-blooded vampire's squire! The squire's master is controlling Nineveh from within her body!"
"What did you say?"
Number 11 felt like he'd been struck by lightning, his heart pounding with shock. He clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and his thumb, which was gripping the table, suddenly lost its grip and broke off a small piece of the table.
No wonder...no wonder Nineveh pulled a knife straight out of the aether crystal...
It was him!
He's thinking...
The other members seemed oblivious and continued explaining to Number 11, the noise suddenly disrupting Number 11's train of thought:
"This ability to transform followers is quite rare, even among pureblood vampires. Not all pureblood vampires possess it; their bloodline concentration must be sufficiently close..."
The member of the association suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.
Number 11 frowned in confusion and raised his head with a puzzled look.
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