In that instant, he saw through the enemy's strategy completely.
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That crazy woman must be watching from the shadows, both Fron and Finn thought at the same time.
Given Valletta's obsession with Finn, her twisted care and hatred, there was no way she would go far.
Especially with that deranged mindset of hers, if she weren't worried about some unexpected mishap, she would probably love to watch the live broadcast, cheering loudly for Finn's misery and downfall.
"Finn, that woman is waiting for the right moment. Once we're worn out fighting these monsters, when our strength and supplies are depleted, that's when we'll be in danger!"
As for her methods, given that she was alone against five of them, Fron couldn't think of any tricks she might have besides the traps within the artificial dungeon, Knossos itself.
But… precisely because it was the man-made dungeon Knossos, that made it all the more dangerous.
Such a creation posed no issue if one relied only on their own strength, but to bring the entire team back intact, that was another level of difficulty.
However, recalling his current overwhelming power, Fron raised the corner of his mouth confidently.
…
"Strong, so very strong! That posture, that expression, how long has it been since I've seen a child like that? The last one who caught my eye was that little girl, the Sword Princess, back on the twelfth floor."
In a vast and grand hall, through a mysterious reflective projection, the god Thanatos observed the battle area, his gaze fixed on a golden-haired human.
"Who is that? Can anyone introduce him to me?" Below, a group of cloaked figures looked at one another before one finally stepped forward.
"My lord, that is the Night Weaver, Fron Argon, an executive of the Loki Familia."
"Ohohoho~ I see, so it's him! The Night Weaver himself. Then… my dear Barca, could you give him some special attention? How about separating the Brave, the Vanagrand, and the Night Weaver?"
The gloomy man watching the battle through his biological projection tool nodded faintly in acknowledgment.
"Hehe, as expected from the direct descendant of the one who created this masterpiece. I'll leave it to you then! As for Valetta, I'm sure she'll agree with my plan."
…
In the midst of fierce combat, Fron's squad finally broke through the enemy line after half an hour of battle.
"Hurry, Raul, faster!"
Their ragged footsteps quickened again, and soon a crossroads appeared ahead.
...
But just then, an accident occurred!
Boom, !
The gate leading to the crossroads suddenly dropped, almost crushing the entire team beneath it.
Fron braced his spear against a Violas' attack, using the recoil to twist his body and kick Raul forward, sending him past the falling gate.
"Fron!"
Thud,
The last image burned into Fron's mind was the shocked and worried faces of his comrades.
"Don't worry about me, just move forward!"
At that moment, completely cut off from the others, Fron showed no panic at all, only a faint, calm smile.
Even with his escape route blocked and dozens of Violas before him, he remained unfazed.
"Using the terrain to split us up and pick us off one by one, huh? The enemy commander's not stupid, knows they can't win head-on, so they're resorting to schemes and traps. But…"
Spinning his spear, Fron grinned wildly and arrogantly.
"No trick or scheme can stand before absolute power."
"Killing you will be like slaughtering chickens."
A faint breeze brushed against his cheek; his golden hair shimmered, his cloak fluttering softly.
Leaning forward, knees bent, staff braced along his left arm, then, with a single step, his figure blurred. In an instant, he became a streak of light charging straight into the enemy ranks.
...
Silently, wherever that streak of light passed, everything turned to dust. The narrow corridor was instantly cleared.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
In the blink of an eye, the entire passage stood empty, leaving only Fron standing alone.
His gear and weapon didn't even show a single scratch, completely intact.
The remnants of the Evilus and Valetta, who were spying on the battle through their device, were utterly enraged.
"You're watching, aren't you, remnants of the Evilus? Oh right… and your dear gods, let me guess, which decrepit fools are pulling your strings?"
...
The hall fell silent.
Every member of the Evilus turned pale as they stared at the blond youth speaking in the projection, as if to himself, because… he guessed right.
Those golden eyes of his, as if seeing through space and uncovering all secrets, made the followers tremble in fear.
The purple-haired, alluring god showed an amused expression.
"Oh-ho, he's quite the fighter. This could be a little troublesome. And besides… if it's this dangerous, how am I supposed to meet him in person?"
Even for a capricious god, he didn't dare risk whether Fron would strike at him. Even if a god could unleash Arcanum the moment before being sent back to Heaven…
Still… compared to gambling on that, he was more reluctant to return to Heaven now. After all… up there, he was a workaholic. Because there was so little to do, he had grown bored and frustrated, so he descended to the Lower World, hoping to change it.
Yes, he, Thanatos, the God of Death! As the overseer of souls, the Lower World's peace had left him jobless. Therefore… he needed more souls to ascend to Heaven!
To put it bluntly, the more deaths, the more souls for him to manage.
And how could he make more people die? Naturally, by returning the Lower World to the chaos of the ancient times.
As long as Orario was destroyed, and monsters flooded from the dungeon to ravage the land and slaughter mortals, that would do the trick.
From the perspective of Thanatos, the god who ruled over souls, the logic was flawless. But from the perspective of mortals, he was nothing but an evil god!
From the viewpoint of the death god Thanatos, one could understand why gods and mortals were so different.
Between gods and men, not only their values and habits, but even their ways of thinking, their entire outlook, were fundamentally opposed.
…
Fron strolled leisurely through the passage, as if admiring a great work of art, utterly relaxed.
Meanwhile, on the other side, things had gone terribly wrong.
Finn, ambushed by an enemy lying in wait, was struck down by a single heavy blow, blood spilling everywhere!
"Captain!!!"
Raul, Anakitty, and the others stared at their fallen leader, the small-statured captain lying in a pool of blood, feeling as if their spiritual pillar had collapsed.
And before them stood not only hordes of monsters, but also a red-haired woman, holding a weapon radiating ominous energy.
Without even sparing them a glance, she turned and left.