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Guess I Really am a Wanyūdō Now. Cough

The reptilian Teras scattered in panic.

They had originally intended to circumvent Mount Etna and launch a surprise attack from the rear. Instead, they had been ambushed mid-invasion.

Two machines had ambushed them—both Kryptos.

One bore the feathers of a crow and an eerie head: a face like a long-nosed mask. The other was a heavily armored Silhouette-type Mythology Weapon.

「You are…」

Before the Teras could even utter a question, the armored Silhouette vanished and reappeared behind them—its acceleration unnaturally swift.

「Why…?」

The Telkhines-type Teras voiced its disbelief, only to be cleaved in two the next moment.

「Truly like the wind. Well done, Gao-dono.」

「And you’ve already cleaned up on your end, haven’t you, Karasutengu.」

Gao—the spirit of wind from Native American legend, said to dwell in storms—was the origin of this Mythology Weapon. Karasutengu had been mowing down the reptilian-type Teras with a staff-shaped laser cannon.

「So Bahamut has sided with Morgan.」

「Indeed. I suppose we, too, ought to regroup