As a symbiotic being, I raise children amidst the chaos.

However, faced with Siegfried's blatant threat, the man seemed completely unconcerned, as if he were detached from the situation. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and responded softly.

"Well, it would be difficult to explain this clearly... After all, it involves a lot of things and cannot be explained in just a few words."

"However, that's the situation right now, and I really can't just let you pass so easily."

Before the words had even finished, the man suddenly moved. In a flash, he was right in front of Siegfried. In an instant, an invisible pressure swept over him.

Before anyone could react, the man had already raised his right arm high, clenched his fist, and swung it out with tremendous force, aiming straight for Siegfried's abdomen.

The fierce wind from the punch whistled past, even tearing apart the surrounding air and making a sharp, piercing sound.

"Watch out!" Theresa, who was standing to the side, was shocked to see this and quickly shouted a warning to Qigefei.

However, everything happened so fast that Siegfried had no time to make any effective countermeasures and could only watch helplessly as the fist got closer and closer to him...

At this critical moment, Siegfried, relying on the intuition honed through years of combat, instinctively dodged to the side.

Despite his best efforts, the time was too short, and he was a fraction of a second too late. The man's fist missed his vital abdomen and instead slammed heavily into his shoulder.

With a sharp "crack," Siegfried felt a piercing pain in his left arm, as if the bone had been shattered by the punch.

With a dull thud, Siegfried was sent flying several meters backward as if struck by a heavy blow, before crashing heavily to the ground.

The Heavenly Judgment he was holding tightly was also knocked out of his hand by the huge impact and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Damn it..." Siegfried gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder and struggled to support himself on the ground with his hands, slowly getting up little by little.

The man slowly retracted his fist, which he had just thrown, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Siegfried, I seem to have gone a little too far just now. But please don't take it too seriously, it was just a small sparring match after all."

"Oh, right, I was so busy sparring with you that I almost forgot to give a formal self-introduction. So, please allow me to reintroduce myself—my name is A."

Upon hearing the other party utter such a strange name, Siegfried couldn't help but snort coldly. While rubbing his arm, which was still aching from the beating, he glared at the man in front of him and muttered something under his breath.

"A? Hmph! What kind of lousy name is that? And why are you wearing such an ugly, tattered mask? Is it because you're too ugly to show your true face?"

Faced with Siegfried's blunt questioning, the man named A was not angry. Instead, he shrugged lightly and answered in a relaxed tone.

"In a way, Mr. Siegfried is right. I do have some reasons why I can't easily show myself."

"As for the specific reason, well, it's not convenient to tell you for now." As he spoke, although the mask made it impossible to see his expression, his casual demeanor made Theresa, who was standing to the side, feel more and more familiar with him.

"Enough!" Theresa, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't help but interrupt the conversation between the two. She frowned deeply.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you suddenly appearing here? You'd better give us a reasonable explanation!"

"Don't be so nervous." A smiled faintly, her slender hands slightly outstretched, making a harmless gesture.

"I'm just curious about the situation here. After all, such a fierce battle between Herrschers isn't something we get to witness every day."

At this moment, Siegfried gritted his teeth and picked up the Heavenly Judgment that had fallen to the ground not far away. Gripping the weapon tightly, his eyes fixed on the man before him, he roared,

"Hmph, what a man with a twisted sense of humor! He's inexplicably unpleasant! Whatever you're up to, if you insist on not letting us pass today, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Despite Siegfried's threat, A remained unusually calm. He gently shook his head, completely unfazed by their tough stance, and responded with a hint of sarcasm.

"Do you think that just the two of you can stir up any trouble here or change the established situation?"

"Cirin's power far exceeds what you can imagine. As for Walter's so-called perfect plan, it's nothing special in my opinion."

Upon hearing this, Theresa felt a surge of doubt. She stared intently at A's face, which was completely covered by a mask, and pressed for an answer.

"What inside information do you know? Could it be... that you were sent by Sirin to deliberately stop us? Or do you have some other ulterior motive?"

“I have no direct relationship with Sirin,” A replied, his tone somewhat evasive, making it difficult to discern his true intentions. He paused slightly, then continued, “However, I do know some inside information that even you don't know. For example…”

Just then, 'a' suddenly stopped speaking. After a brief silence, she finally spoke again: "Regarding the backup plan left by the First Herrscher and some secrets hidden behind him."

Upon hearing this, Theresa and Siegfried both showed surprise. They quickly exchanged a glance and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

"The First Herrscher is far more complex than you imagine." 'a' ignored their reactions and continued her explanation.

"At least for now, even the Second Herrscher is no match for him. Of course, that's assuming no one else gets in his way during this time."

However, Siegfried showed no patience whatsoever for 'a's' explanation. Without hesitation, he pointed the dark muzzle of his gun directly at the man in front of him.

"All that you've said is worthless to us! The most important thing right now is to find a way to stop Sirin, not to listen to your nonsensical ramblings!"

"Shh...shut up, Mr. Siegfried, the most spectacular fireworks display here is about to begin..." the mysterious 'a' whispered, while slightly raising his hand to signal Siegfried to be quiet.

Then he turned around and walked slowly to the side. Each step carried an invisible pressure, making people dare not approach easily.

Finally, 'a' stopped not far from the battlefield, stood still, and stared intently at Walter Young and Sirin, who were engaged in fierce combat.

He stood there motionless, like a silent sculpture, with only the gentle breeze rustling his clothes.

“I have achieved my goal. If you want to help, I will not stop you.” 'a's voice rang out again, calm as a still lake, but with a hint of chill in it.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, and a chilling glint flashed in his emerald green eyes behind the mask. 'Walter, let me see just how far you can go in the face of such a powerful enemy…'

Upon hearing 'a's' words, Siegfried frowned, inwardly cursing, 'Tch, what a strange man! But since he's no longer interfering, it saves me a lot of trouble.' Then, he spat angrily on the ground and turned to look at Theresa beside him.

"Theresa, let's go!" Siegfried shouted, taking the lead and charging towards the battlefield. Seeing this, Theresa quickly followed, and the two of them sped off towards the direction where Walter Young was.

"Wait, Siegfried!" Theresa suddenly called out, reaching out to grab Siegfried's arm tightly. Her face was grave, her eyes fixed on the sky.

Upon hearing Theresa's call, Siegfried was slightly taken aback, and then quickly turned his gaze to the sky.

"What are you doing..." However, when he looked in the direction Theresa was looking, the words that were about to come out were as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat and forced him back down into his stomach.

"What...is that?" Theresa murmured to herself. In the distant horizon, a small black dot was flying towards them at an incredible speed.

As time went on, the black dot grew larger and larger, gradually revealing its true form—a missile with a long trail of flame!

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Slightly ahead of time, inside the Tower of Babel, Dr. Einstein stood quietly on a wide platform at the top. Her petite figure swayed slightly in the wind, but her gaze remained steadily fixed on the distant battlefield shrouded in continuous explosions.

"Finally... the war has begun..." she murmured to herself, her lips barely moving. Before the words were finished, a soft sigh escaped her lips.

At this moment, a faint, almost imperceptible light flickered in Einstein's pupils. No one could fathom the thoughts in the mind of this genius scientist, not even the small, adorable robot that always accompanied her.

Einstein turned his head slightly, gazed at the little thing, and whispered, "Contact Dr. Tesla immediately and tell her to prepare to launch the god-slaying weapon—the silver bullet!"

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