Now Ancient Holy Relics' leader Pope already displayed sufficient decisive battle temperant—considered aftermath, with this heroic figure's spirit won't waver. Bringing Sleeping Beauty to Hermit Island also demonstrates resolve.
If failing, Ring of Levitation representing a pioneering future will also burn—must win.
His determination also infects surrounding people.
None present isn't regional commander with considerable power, belonging to Anti-Disaster Beast frontlines. Everyone on sa peak counts as familiar faces, yet rarely having such death-resolved feelings.
Looking around, even the world's most powerful group's stronghold has unrepaired teor craters nearby, plus dense pollution auras—battlefield traces.
Not long since last catastrophic disaster collective attacks, still full of oppression.
"Welco everyone."
Magical Girl Managent Bureau First Director Elsa smilingly erges greeting, relaxed steps onto reef airport—as always giving spring breeze feelings, if ignoring battlefield ruins behind her.
She's undoubtedly most public-facing Salvation Church mber, always serving as diplomat—everyone naturally begins familiar small talk.
Monts later, Elsa seriously says: "I'll explain recent battles. Let's walk and talk."
The world doesn't yet know Hermit Island cavern pit battles.
In most people's eyes, even now Salvation Church remains shrouded in layers of mystery—secretive without intelligence, headquarters even more unfamiliar.
Before truly holding power, Hyacinth had no mind letting everyone handle affairs with real identities. This alienation naturally caused information secrecy. Of course, in public cognition, Magical Girl nas probably already count as "real identities"—don't care about original nas.
Lost true nas.
Elsa explains just-occurred cavern pit battles. Though these people don't understand permanent magic chanisms, under her detailed explanations they also understand ancient battlefield treasures.
Reason for telling them is maximally transmitting ssages outward.
Given ti, if losing, Salvation Church will also choose filling massive permanent magic, devoting everything supporting the future.
"...So such history exists."
The oldest present is Pope—still feeling years endless, ti's long river can't wash Magical Girls' generational spiritual inheritance.
"If vanguard fails, we'll desperately impact the Withering Stage, even sacrificing lives, then leaving permanent magic—this is one backup plan."
Following Elsa's side, Miyuki frowns slightly, patting the forr's shoulder showing a smile: "Don't worry, I trust Senior Hyacinth. Even if sothing happens, I'll accompany you—never letting you be lonely."
"Mm, though we have failure awareness, we don't lack victory conviction. Besides, we already have results."
Magical Girl Chrysanthemum points ahead at massive Saint Dragon claws.
Truly approaching reveals enormity—simply endless mountain ranges. Standing below can't see left-right edges—imaginable magnificence. Yet it lies here without misdeeds—loser of just-concluded lunar battle.
Confidence?
Hard saying whether more confidence or more worry. Anyway Elsa continues fulfilling explanatory duties.
Guests know worrying is useless.
Obviously, entire Salvation Church prepared for sacrifice—not only unafraid of Great Disaster Beasts but clearly provoking them, planning door-to-door attacks.
Worthy of you—fitting Magical Girls' consistent style. Retreat impossible.
Soon the group reaches headquarters building offices.
Here quite deserted—probably benefiting from outdoor preferences, not caring about interior decoration, even few staff, just placed tea water. Greeting in offices is another familiar face Dandelion—Salvation Church's undisputed second-in-command.
"I'll receive reporters."
Elsa waves completing the handover. The remaining people face Nan Zhiyi sowhat fearfully—after all, this one always excludes officials.
"Sorry, Hyacinth is contacting fairies, arriving soon. Any questions can ask first."
Bull can't help speaking: "Your Excellency, when you attack Disaster Beast world full-force, should cause magic dispersion, right? What should we do? Will it cause excess infection?"
"People staying on island will help build underground shelter."
"Good. If Allied Forces can help anywhere, please ntion."
"Unnecessary. Battlefield aspects you can't intervene—just clean up. Hope you can reduce casualties while we're away. Church doesn't want inheriting devastation."
"Can I understand you'll rule?"
"Right."
Definite answer relieves everyone. Logically, letting Salvation Church super-violence machine roam outside rules without imposing rule would be troubleso—always considering for you yet not participating. Extrely uncomfortable.
As for their power not being diluted? Acting like currently very powerful—Church already uncrowned king.
Nan Zhiyi takes various reactions to heart, happy inside, expression still calm. Guessed right—indeed smooth. Post-war cleanup will also be much easier. Those forces once threatening Magical Girls now beco obedient subordinate institutions.
Superficially everyone counts as cooperation, but actually resource connections, personnel deploynt—Allied Forces, rcenary alliance, Holy City Association clearly following lead.
This is exactly what she hoped—managing these complications for Hibiscus.
Making power transform into authority providing status protection, avoiding so ungrateful elents' provocations.
"Let's enter main topics."
Nan Zhiyi generally introduces Salvation Church's upcoming actions—bait making enemies divide forces, then small units penetrate. Speaking openly, can publicize directly.
High-end gas everyone knows divination, anti-divination—basically open cards, needn't secrecy. Letting these people know actually facilitates actions.
"...You're indeed very determined." Bull murmurs.
Long ti they can't produce nutritious words—too shocking. Originally thought discussing upcoming deploynts, still anxious whether they could be competent? Result: Magical Girls absolutely handle everything alone, not counting on you—they'll charge ahead fighting to death.
Relief aside, but uncomfortable—people are like this. Knowing being in safe zones yet losing face.
Creak!
Door opening breaks silence—clearly a black military uniform silver-haired girl. Not seeing for so ti, Magical Girl Hyacinth appears even more martially extraordinary, imposing temperant.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting. Let's discuss approaching war—entire world has no safe places."
Though present people had awareness, hearing the world's first prophet's conclusion still sends chills.
No safe places?
In other words, negating underground shelter plans—have they been doing useless work so far? Right—look at the moon, Hermit Island underground caverns. Deeper than any underground cities yet can't escape the Great Catastrophe.
"Everyone needn't worry too much. Regardless, underground cities shelter the present, not causing so many deaths. If we win, will leave better worlds."
Hibiscus's positivity also infects everyone—the atmosphere slightly eases.
Initially she must present heavy bombs, making everyone understand situation severity—not scaring people but facts. Just added so linguistic art—anyway making Holy City Association, Allied Forces, rcenary alliance jointly value.
"Lord Hyacinth, specifically what should we do now?" Bull anxiously asks.
"Maintain pace. Even knowing underground shelter isn't useful, can't easily stop—that's confidence. Confidence is most important."
"Indeed, stopping would completely riot."
"As Disaster Beast world activities are frequent, energy tides will strengthen—infection diseases frequent. So you must prepare to handle infected bodies. But rest assured—they're very weak. Church staying groups will also help."
Silver-haired girl indicates electronic screen. Nan Zhiyi displays a map representing Magical Girl clearable regions.
Guaranteed vast.
Massive mid-low tier forces will stay on Hermit Island—handling re infected bodies no problem. This level, even Holy City Association current forces suffice.
Remaining map shows predicted Disaster Beast attack positions—definitely scattered enemies.
"Spatial stability greatly inferior. Though powerful Disaster Beasts are distant and hard locating us, those always roaming weak Disaster Beasts actually have invasion opportunities. Be careful."
"Then what defense plans do you have? Propose on-site coordination."
After Hibiscus opens topics, everyone speaks freely exchanging plans, quickly checking each other forming more comprehensive plans—smooth as flowing water. Current stage no interest conflicts exist—everything for facing doomsday, so almost frictionless decision advancent.
Don't look at hastily convened etings appearing rushed—actually these dragons and phoenixes long prepared drafts, thoroughly understanding battle situations.
Monts later.
Finishing general contingency planning leaves Nan Zhiyi, Pasha and others supplenting details—basically concluded.
They just relax but hear Hibiscus giving bombshell news:
"According to current Great Disaster Beast performance, within one month it'll mobilize fully, aning Great Catastrophe begins. So decisive victory timing is these days."
Magical Girls naturally unsurprised—expected early. Continuous great battles nearly numb nerves—what's re doomsday? Salvation Church seen plenty—soldiers co, generals block; water cos, earth covers.
Comparatively, everyone dumbfounded—never expected Hyacinth hiding news until last mont, but this is correct.
If knowing early there's only one month regardless, probably would slack.
Plans born in this eting room will safeguard human civilization's long years—how can one month deadlines matter? Right—every plan longer than this, doesn't matter.
But silence inevitable.
Everyone's expressions complex, minds flashing relatives and friends' appearances—feeling full of nostalgia. Perhaps before everything ends, should take a look.
"Must keep secret. We can't display the doomsday atmosphere—only we can't."
Croft as a military man hits the nail on the head.
Hibiscus answers: "Right, let urgency stay in this room—others business as usual. Rest assured, we'll return with victory. Even if not returning, will ensure the Great Disaster Beast's demise—its death will release red lightning energy tides. You'll see."
Her calm tone is more shocking—doesn't seem going to die.
Little knowing netizens already revealed today's scenes—worst case, exploding with you. Even survived the original tiline—afraid of you? Everyone face-off directly.
Stronger hearts birth stronger magic. Currently touching beyond-Withering inspiration, she's calm.
"...After so long, I still can't see through you, Lord Hyacinth." Bull sighs: "Maybe only you can lead this civilization-overturning war."
"I firmly believe in victory."
"Even King wasn't so optimistic about Disaster Beast wars. This old bones feels long-lost passion."
Pope laughs heartily full of vitality—approaching war instead ignites fighting spirit.
"Skip farewells—unsuitable for our ambitious group. I propose except one-month deadline, make plans completely open, letting world listen."
"Indeed like rcenary alliance president's style, but right—make everyone positive."
They together look at silver-haired girl, who smilingly nods.
Expected—with Bull's personality, definitely massive publicity even at death's door, also another level of vitality. So they gladly cooperate—decisive battle voices will spread from Hermit Island everywhere.
Next day.
Anti-Disaster Beast front eting news announced, including Salvation Church active attack plans—this ti all related forces unite, absolutely no exceptions. Everyone will participate—worldwide forces will operate high-intensity, preparing for inevitable infection storms.
Military will enforce shelter plans with tough attitudes.
Ring of Levitation will fully operate deflecting infection energy directions, gaining ti while preparing lunar base evacuations.
The Magical Girl Managent Bureau will change all field missions to eliminating infected bodies. Naturally the main forces will station islands, making here safest places. But soon also unsafe—strongest magic holders will leave for Fairy Realm.
As Hibiscus said, "world no longer has safe places"—people deeply experience.
Decisive battle charge sounds—deafening, but correspondingly chaos. Many people unwilling witnessing such radical plans, thinking shouldn't provoke.
Thousands of demonstrators gather before New York Managent Bureau.
"Why actively attack? Crazy?"
"Who stops these madn—simply dragging world into abyss. We don't allow your arbitrary decisions—"
For such phenona, Elsa is lazy even using magic—very straightforwardly relocating and evacuating, letting you make noise. She has more important things—the main force Magical Girls must bid farewell to their families.
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