“As an inorganic Life form, Iron Tomb possesses no self-awareness.
If it were to merge with a Genius Society like me, it would truly be an excellent research topic.” Bayle was stunned for a moment.
“…What research topic?” Ms.
Herta analyzed and compared the situation earnestly, pondering who would hold the dominant thought after she merged with Iron Tomb?
And who would control the consciousness of the body?
“According to my analysis, the creator of this inorganic Life form must also be some kind of Genius Society.
Without instinctual self-thought, it will ultimately be reduced to a tool catering to Destruction.” A flash of madness crossed her eyes.
“But if it were me merging with it, Genius Society #83, Ms.
Herta, it would have a very high probability of being controlled by my thoughts, with all its actions directed in the way Ms.
Herta prefers.” “…” Bayle was caught off guard and slammed straight into the wall by Iron Tomb.
He coughed several times; his whole body was in excruciating pain, but he didn’t even have time to care.
“No, Ms.
Herta, do you know what this means?” “It means you will die, it means…
you are gambling with your own Life!!” “I don’t care.” Ms.
Herta curled her lips, a proud arc forming on her face.
She had roughly sorted out the situation.
It was nothing more than someone using a world, or perhaps a pure stream of data, to nurture a destruction machine with nothing but the instinct to kill.
And the target of this killing machine was the Aeon of Erudition.
The scope was already quite narrow; the person capable of doing all this and hiding a planet was, in all likelihood, a member of the Genius Society.
Excluding some unlikely candidates.
What remained was the correct answer.
Right?
Zandar.
Zandar One Kuwabara, Genius Society #1.
But whether it was or not didn’t matter anymore; Ms.
Herta didn’t need to know who the creator of this big hunk of iron actually was.
She only knew one thing.
If she didn’t resolve this thing here, it would only leave behind endless hidden dangers.
[Ah…
this is the true charm of our Ms.
Herta…] [She can disregard everything, disregard anything, including her own Life; madness!
beauty!
pride!] [It seems that although Bayle only said a few fragmented things, our brilliant Ms.
Herta has already guessed the current situation and is analyzing the worst-case scenario.] [Seems like something was overlooked?] [Not important!
Ms.
Herta is peerless, Ms.
Herta is brilliant, Ms.
Herta…] Bayle clutched his heart to steady himself for a few seconds, then said with despair: “Tsk…
can you all stop acting crazy?
Is it possible that if she really does this, the mission will fail…?
You guys don’t want to live, but I do…” [What does it matter to us if you die?
We won’t die.] [Pfft, pfft, pfft, what are you saying?] [I want to hold your hand and advance or retreat together with you!] Bayle: “…” Fine, there was no point in counting on the barrage.
Bayle still wanted to count on Ms.
Herta.
“Ms.
Herta, listen to me…
you are a Genius Society, you can’t just…” “Hey…” Ms.
Herta cast a puzzled look at Bayle.
“What are you thinking?
You don’t think I’m just going to sacrifice myself like this, do you?” “Hey, hey, hey…
I am a member of the Genius Society; my value is naturally much higher than this big hunk of iron.
How could I casually sacrifice myself for someone else’s research results?” Bayle blinked.
“Then the possibility you were analyzing just now about merging with this thing was…” “Curiosity.” “…?” Ms.
Herta parried Iron Tomb’s lock-on, but seemed unable to keep up.
This place is, after all, the Path Interstice; I didn’t expect that even this place couldn’t withstand the impact of such power.
This is not normal.
What kind of vessel was Iron Tomb cultivated in, exactly?
Why has its strength reached this level?
Such a powerful thing, why had no one noticed it before?
What kind of method was used to deceive everyone?
Ms.
Herta was not afraid of death; just like her answer to Bayle earlier, she was curious.
Why?
For a Genius Society, nothing is more alluring than a question without an answer.
She had solved countless problems in her Life…
“Ugh…!” Iron Tomb seemed to have finally been provoked; all its attacks became manic and devoid of logic.
Ms.
Herta couldn’t dodge in time and was struck on her left shoulder by an attack, staggering back a few steps, her hand gripping The Scepter trembling slightly.
“Damn it…
the strength isn’t on the same level…” Watching Iron Tomb slowly raise its hand in her direction, Ms.
Herta frantically considered all possibilities in her eyes.
The probability of survival is almost zero…?
The next moment!
Gray-white mist seeped out from the void space, struggling to wrap around Iron Tomb’s body!
Bayle gritted his teeth; he still wanted to struggle a bit…
What if…
it works?
Ms.
Herta stood up, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a massive energy fluctuation gathered around her.
“Emanator of Nihility, buy me three seconds!” “Received!” Bayle didn’t care about anything else; he directly mobilized all the strength he could muster, desperately trying to stop Iron Tomb!
[Oh ho ho ho!!!
Ms.
Herta is about to use her ultimate!!!] [Bayle, you must hold on; I haven’t seen Ms.
Herta go all out yet.
This kind of scene is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence, hmm, put on sunglasses to watch.] [I’ll stand and watch.] Bayle’s teeth were almost shattered.
Looking at the gloating comments on the barrage, he clicked his tongue; what the hell…
Iron Tomb finally figured out where these annoying things were coming from and locked all its attacks onto Bayle.
The terrifying power of Destruction magnified before his eyes; Bayle only felt an irresistible force slam into him.
In just one encounter, he was sent flying, crashing hard against the barrier of the Path Interstice!
He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood; after the power of the Path instinctively operated, it was almost disconnected, and he couldn’t muster any strength in his whole body…
The sound of energy colliding seemed to ring in his ears once again.
He struggled to crawl up, but the scene before him made him almost suffocate.
Ms.
Herta’s waist was gripped tightly by Iron Tomb’s hand, and she was grabbed into mid-air.
“Ugh…!” For the first time, a look of pain appeared on her face, which was usually proud and flamboyant.
Iron Tomb’s giant hand gripped her waist tightly; the sound of fracturing structures echoed in this empty space, sounding exceptionally clear.
Her power was exhausted in the standoff; at this moment, she could only struggle powerlessly in Iron Tomb’s hand, but it was to no avail.
“Is this it…” Ms.
Herta’s pupils gradually lost focus.
As expected…
I’m still so unwilling…
Bayle rushed forward but was pressed down by an invisible force and couldn’t stand up; he propped up his body, trying to crawl up, but then he saw…
Iron Tomb’s other hand pressed onto the top of Ms.
Herta’s head.
“Wait…” Ms.
Herta couldn’t even manage to scream…
with a sickening crunch, that brilliant Genius Society head was violently severed from her body, leaving a stark, glowing crimson streak of dissipating energy in the void.
The look of pain on her face ceased to change, and those eyes that once shimmered with pride completely lost their color.
The headless body was discarded casually by Iron Tomb, tumbling down like a worn-out doll.
Before it even hit the ground, it rapidly decomposed in the surrounding embers of Destruction, turning into fly ash and dissipating into nothingness.
And that severed head.
Was precisely placed by Iron Tomb onto the interface of its own neck, which had been empty.