A full 6 most advanced fighter jets surrounded a re private aircraft, clearly weaving a net, even flying in front of the cockpit to show full weapon loads. Any unusual movent—kill without rcy.
However, except for the captain, everyone's faces were calm, looking at each other as if asking: who will solve this?
Chairman Bull laughed heartily.
"Not firing missiles from the start—gutless goods. So how do such people deserve to lead the Anti-Disaster Beast cause? Right, Manjusaka?"
"Originally I thought the military and rcenaries should retain so consensus. Turns out you've reached life-or-death stakes. Truly regrettable."
Manjusaka sighed dramatically while actually confirming these two groups weren't acting.
Bull, equally full of sches, naturally understood, responding with clear, firm eyes, seriously saying: "We will eliminate hardliners in the military—no need to detonate war. Must thank Disaster Beasts for this—thanks to them, humanity can hardly establish internal large-scale mutual conquest consensus. I know proportions. So people don't, so my organization should cooperate with yours more."
While both spoke, alarms grew increasingly shrill. Outside fighters even used technical maneuvers to rapidly sweep past the private plane—airflow was already turbulent.
Whoosh!
Up and down turbulence like being in a shaken pan. With civilian aviation material strength and design, definitely couldn't last long.
At this mont the captain stopped reporting. Having followed the boss for years, he understood this had beco an excellent negotiation opportunity—who cares? Continue maintaining course—definitely arriving safely.
The fighter formation discovered the other party had no intention of landing and imdiately grew furious—actually ignoring warnings, seeking death!
They couldn't delay. High-altitude environnt was too dangerous—even top pilots walked on thin ice. The squad's mission was forcing the plane down, not performing aerobatics around it. Must complete the mission quickly or complications would arise.
"Number 6, fire heat decoys to scare them."
"Wahhhhh—"
Suddenly a fighter cockpit opened, ejecting the seat with pilot disappearing in a whoosh, directly stunning teammates. What the hell was this situation?
Next mont everyone felt loose parts sounds beneath them, hearts imdiately tightening. Sure enough, sudden force pushed everyone out in ejection seats, leaving only lonely fighter jets—empty, eerily becoming ghost planes.
"What exactly happened? Why were we inexplicably ejected?"
"Call for reinforcents, quickly intercept the target."
Inside the private plane, everyone witnessed such comical scenes through windows and couldn't help laughing. Both clever and efficient thods—crisis resolved.
Everyone's gazes focused on the smug Manjusaka, who made no effort to hide it, but no one knew the magic activation principles. Quite the opposite—such simply achieved abilities should have strong expandability. Could it be that manned air force main battle weapons were ineffective against the Church? Others relied on anti-air firepower and such—you directly eject pilots. Simply impossible to guard against.
Bull applauded: "Pity I didn't get to take photos, but definitely unforgettable for life. Manjusaka is truly impressive—with your protection I'm at ease."
"Don't be too amazed. In the Church, people who can do what I do are everywhere."
"Is that so..."
His barely perceptible gaze swept over all Magical Girls present, but all remained stone-faced without any wavering.
Damn, too little intelligence and no channels for verification. Better believe it exists than not—finally Bull could only overestimate the Church's strength. After all, they'd never exposed full scale so far.
Though on the surface Church Leadership was very active, seeming like the organization was just these few people, from another angle, more people were hidden. Their true foundations were unfathomable.
After a peaceful flight, the group landed at Glacier Island.
Underfoot was a temporary airfield, obviously specially processed so landing went smoothly. Stranger still, though clearly at the North Pole it wasn't cold. Looking around, clouds and mist swirled, distant areas even faintly flickering with tropical island scenes.
"Truly magnificent scenery."
Bull's mind was full of calculations, but truly setting foot here left only pure appreciation. Aesthetics was among humanity's oldest feelings—couldn't help sighing.
"If you like it, welco anyti. After all, it will partially open in the future."
Dandelion greeted while receiving everyone deeper into the glacier. They clearly clustered around buildings with unique designs. The Church's all-hands rush construction wasn't in vain—matching the scenery was quite pleasing to the eye.
Simultaneously, Manjusaka and Elsa had begun discussing Managent Bureau matters with Pasha and Sid—could proceed to main topics.
They handled specific tactical execution—no need for top bosses to worry. Leaders talked with leaders about what should be discussed—simple as that. Besides, three of them had t before—no barriers existed. Atmosphere quickly beca cheerful and laughing.
"That couldn't be..."
Bull pointed at neatly stacked nuclear warheads not far away, receiving Dandelion's affirmative answer.
Simply audacious—who casually handled super weapons like this! Moreover, many people's movents were obviously clumsy and inexperienced—really feared accidents.
But thinking again, he felt the Church might not understand cooperation but definitely wouldn't be bullied. As long as they were enemies, definitely wouldn't fare well.
From a military base perspective, the so-called Glacier Island was just a fortress established relying on natural floating ice, but sohow flickered with daylight brilliance, lush and verdant inside, not giving cramped feelings at all. Magic power reactions were rich. As a Holy Relic mastering magic power release, Bull slightly touched ice walls feeling impregnable—ordinary large aviation bombs probably useless. Not to ntion they weren't troubleso concrete things—could repair while being bombed.
Moreover, personnel numbers were too few.
Bull had thought the other party would display so manpower to seem organizationally large, but they still hid. Among already appeared people, all were in Regalia form with true identities unknown.
He couldn't help wondering if Triple Awakening mbers were few, but couldn't decide.
Dandelion led the group to an elegantly decorated reception hall. In the main seat was a long-awaited silver-haired girl in military Regalia, beside her a dragon-robed Regalia woman with vertical pupils standing like pine, faintly exuding intimidation.
No self-introductions needed—both sides made eye contact with light smiles counting as greetings. They couldn't wait to discuss the future.
As host, Hibiscus spoke first: "Chairman, heard you encountered attacks en route. So the military has completely torn off pretenses?"
"Right. Actually without Manjusaka present, I might've had to consider plane landing."
"Don't overestimate our role."
Bull ended pleasantries and spoke bluntly: "While we're talking, if military plans go smoothly, the Alliance's main training ground in Australia has been destroyed."
So ruthless!
Hibiscus had considered the military needing harsh asures but didn't expect directly targeting one of the rcenary Alliance's lairs for elimination. Moreover, Bull providing news wasn't lying—emotion sensing wouldn't be wrong. Of course, it wasn't her concern anyway, so the silver-haired girl's expression remained unperturbed.
He continued: "Actually I withdrew so resources in advance, but the rest could only serve as bitter dicine."
"So you sacrificed this part?"
"Right. Hope future cooperators understand what kind of person I am. Personal explanation is better than hearing about it soday and harboring grudges." Bull pointed to his chest. "I co from a poor family hoping to rise through military service, always gambling. Most primitive capital was this life, now beco greatest capital. In war, nothing can't be abandoned. After seeing my parents off, I have no family. They can only target ."
"You an you're very capable of going all-out, including subordinates?" Hibiscus said with interest. "Not seeking trust but confessing action logic—this is good too."
"Hyacinth, honest people don't speak in riddles. You could actually capture and hand to coalition forces."
"Indeed had this thought."
The silver-haired girl's aningful smile made Pasha and Sid across the sofa frown slightly, but remained relaxed. If they wanted to act, should've acted long ago. On others' territory, couldn't escape anyway—go with the flow.
Bull rubbed his forehead: "How co you keep agreeing without any opposition? Is your negotiation style like this?"
"Too many things I don't know, so waiting for you to explain."
The world-acknowledged prophet using this line was least convincing, instead making his heart rejoice. The other party casually giving up conversation leadership also displayed confidence based on strength.
Hibiscus observed the other party's relaxed smile and imdiately breathed easier—indeed netizens' suggestions were correct.
Facing such crucial negotiations, she'd naturally collected data on the rcenary Alliance leader. This person was suspicious and never trusted anyone, but when deciding to make heavy bets, often would see them through. As he said, a gambler who regardless of wealth would stake his life on the gambling table.
Absolute ambitious person.
But conversely, very easy to communicate with. No need to seek trust or play pleasantries—aligned interests sufficed.
So people coveted wealth, so lust, others power. What did solitary Bull want? For comrades' interests, for position responsibilities, also power desire at work. This comrcial empire expanded endlessly, never stopping.
"Frankly speaking, we ca hoping for alliance because certain two locations are hard for the alliance to take, or rather, direct assault would cause unbearable losses."
"One is the Relic Treasury you know about, the other is the Disaster Beast Research Center."
Bull tentatively glanced at Hibiscus but saw her pick up the conversation:
"The forr is heavily guarded. Most importantly, Knowledge Poison is set to release, controlled by ancient Holy Relic Snow Maiden. That's her second relic besides Heart of Profound Winter—moir storing large amounts of relic core knowledge while immune to curses. No, rather she expels toxicity as an attack thod. True damage affecting higher intelligence more—very troubleso, especially for Holy Relics."
The silver-haired girl unhurriedly spoke large sections of top secrets, information advantage unmistakable even rcenaries didn't have much more.
"The latter coordinates at Hudson Bay—an artificial island, especially holding Disaster Beasts like Black Wind Wing specifically spreading infection, plus so tad individuals. Considerable fresh force that must be suppressed or eliminated. But due to special terrain and carrying infection, Holy Relic-led surprise attacks probably won't end well. So the Salvation Church with full immunity to infection is the optimal choice. In summary, you've planned suppression of general coalition institutions, but unfortunately can't get around these two points."
While revealing this, Hibiscus also briefed companions. Magical Girls' eyes flickered but faces remained expressionless—couldn't judge if they'd just learned this.
"Living up to reputation."
Bull's expression grew unprecedentedly serious, swallowing a bunch of rhetoric. Regarding prophet rumors he believed half. Besides, regardless, Church intelligence absolutely didn't lag behind their side. Any concealnt would cause trust crises.
He spoke bluntly: "Hope your organization helps solve these two locations? No need to conquer or destroy—delaying 24 hours suffices."
"Convenient to reveal what you'll do during this ti?"
Hibiscus again acted like knowing nothing, hot-and-cold performance making Bull uncertain, so he had to explain:
"I control a ntal attribute relic. Can't tell from the surface, right? Many people don't even think I have relics. Indeed, its effects are weak—just making others involuntarily believe , even short-term hypnosis obeying commands. The whole alliance has less than ten people knowing."
"Because once announced, subordinates would always harbor suspicions, right? But next doesn't matter. Even if shaking my personal rule, the alliance must be victorious."
"Relic activation needs ti and must be face-to-face, so 24 hours is the cost of suppressing key institutions then hypnotizing opponents."
He seemingly revealed the general plan.
Only part of it.
Core intelligence was always locations, timing, personnel, and aftermath—only Bull knew these. Subordinates and cooperators were just muscle.
"We're pitifully few yet responsible for such big work—beyond our capabilities." Hibiscus seemingly sighed but didn't imdiately refuse. "With more help it should be easier."
Dandelion picked up: "Just now I discussed with Miss Pasha and General Sid—they'll help find Magical Girls and introduce them."
The silver-haired girl nodded slightly but made no further indication.
Seeing this, Bull gritted his teeth, thinking this price obviously didn't satisfy. Indeed, not ntioning specific target troop deploynts seed mysterious, perhaps displeasing Magical Girl Hyacinth, but there was still opportunity.
"To be honest, we have insufficient infiltration of these two locations, not much intelligence. As compensation, can increase troop deploynt—will squeeze out forces for you even if we have to strain."
"Please rest assured. I'll use Ti Prophecy for detailed intelligence, even including your operations, and I'll help shield Prophecy Book influences."
By now Hibiscus was too lazy to refute rumors, simply confirming her prophet identity. Of course, the price wasn't cheap. If the two major institutions had deeper information, she'd definitely encounter Knowledge Poison—inevitably so suffering. But treat it as deterrence. Look, the rcenary Alliance guests' eyes flickered, unable to hide their shock.
Dared not disbelieve.
This statent represented a complete reversal of initiative—could it be the Salvation Church held the most information?
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