Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"Run! Lady Freya, run!"

This unexpected development threw even the gods in the Tower of Babel into chaos.

Whether it was the gods who were caught off guard by the battle, the gods who pretended to be calm but were still restless, or the gods who were attracted by the "unknown" of their followers and switched sides from supporting the goddess of beauty, the gods were making a ruckus and even arbitrarily switching the scenes in the "divine mirror," desperately trying to clarify the situation.

The fact that the gods, who usually act so leisurely and carefree, have become like this is beyond rare, almost unprecedented. The situation of "Queen (Freya) in crisis" is that shocking to the gods.

"So, what are you doing, pretty boy?"

"...Loki, isn't it a custom among children to pray to the gods? If we gods wanted to pray for someone, to whom do you think we should pray?"

"...Why not just pick any god you like and pray to instead of those idiots?"

"The kind old man (Zeus) won't do; nothing I say will work. He'll just laugh and find it amusing. Then I'll choose Astraea, Artemis, and the barely passable Athena...! Please, please help little Belial escape alive!..."

"Even though they're all benevolent deities, your tastes really do have those of a class president... "

Loki stared dumbfounded as Hemis clasped his hands together in a gesture of sincere prayer that would surely make his retinue (Asphi) avoid him. Then, a "spit" came from the side.

It turned out that Bert, who was standing diagonally behind and gazing at the "mirror," made the clicking sound.

"...What a pity, Hermes."

Loki glanced at his retinue before turning his gaze back to the "mirror," and said to the stiff-faced Hermes:

"Looks like we have no choice but to take a gamble in this nerve-wracking game of tag."

In the panoramic view of the entire island before her, she saw a tank approaching its target at an impossible speed.

"Faster, faster, faster!"

Bell was focused intently on heading southwest.

He could already see his destination, "House of God," perched on the westernmost cliff of the island, in the distance, but it was still some distance from Bell. Although he could reach it in less than three minutes at his current pace, that was far too long for the current situation.

Bell has now entered the temple area, where there are many collapsed ruins and almost nothing to obstruct the view. Looking at this relatively open area, Bell is desperately fighting his pounding heart.

(If "that person" finds out, I'm really doomed!)

Bell knew this very well.

He knew all too well how ruthless the person who had "baptized" him in the "battlefield" alongside Hedin and others in the "closed world" was.

He had deeply experienced the power of the "fastest speed"—speed that was swift and unstoppable, always able to penetrate the target, and leaving no one with any chance of escape.

This made Bell afraid to look around. Concealing himself was tantamount to suicide, as the orcs' sense of smell would surely allow them to easily find him.

Therefore, the only actions he was allowed to take were to ride his horse at full speed and pray to God.

But—

Just as the audience in the city had fallen into despair earlier, Bale's heart was soon also filled with despair.

"──"

The boy didn't need to observe his surroundings at all.

Ironically, because of the goddess of beauty, he had become extremely sensitive to gazes, and immediately, even regretting it, quickly noticed that "gaze that could kill a person."

"────"

Bell felt thirsty.

My tongue started to feel dry.

Yet he was covered in cold sweat.

He eventually succumbed to the pressure and turned to look.

"──────── Ah."

The threat is nearby.

The sound of wheels turning could be heard.

The fastest "tank" is rapidly approaching—

"Gotcha!"

The boy's feet switched to maximum speed without warning.

"Bell! Run! Aa ...

After Bell left the amphitheater, Ryu and the others moved to the roof of the ruins, where Hestia shouted at the scene she saw.

"Run!!"

"Hurry up!!"

Ais and Tiona knew it was pointless, but they still screamed at the "mirror."

"Wa ...

The screaming convention begins.

Whether in the ruins of an ancient city or within a labyrinthine metropolis, all the spectators who witnessed this scene screamed in terror.

The shoes moved at high speed, the brick path was constantly being trampled and broken, and the fate of both sides (families) rested on these two people.

The cat, easily turning the last glimmer of hope that everyone had grasped into despair, charged forward, quickly chasing after the white rabbit's retreating figure.

"No! Don't come any closer! Aa ...

"Run!!"

"Hurry, think of something!! [White Rabbit's Paw]──!"

At the [Deankaite Familia] rescue station outside the island, Mordo, Kyle, and Perth, who had been awakened by the treatment of the saintess (Amid) and others, shouted at the "divine mirror" with spittle flying, and then everyone fainted due to high blood pressure.

Unbeknownst to many, Bell was running wildly in various ways to celebrate his own triumph.

They were so focused that they didn't even have time to process external information; they were just running as fast as they could.

(Wow!! He's coming from right behind me!!)

Allen, who was originally heading towards the amphitheater in the northwest, suddenly changed his direction.

As he prepared to head towards Otto and arrived in the northwest region, he spotted Bell heading towards the "House of Gods" with the eyesight of a first-class adventurer, and thus urgently changed his course. The worst news for Bell was that when the caster (Ania) fell, the bindings of the abnormal magic were also released.

Although the pursuers had not yet come into view, they still exerted an unprecedented pressure, driving the escapee into a desperate situation.

Bell swung his arms with all his might, and the moment his foot touched the ground, he kicked backward with force.

Even so, they still couldn't get rid of the sound of the wheels.

The sound didn't approach slowly; instead, it cruelly and rapidly reduced the distance between the two.

(His presence—his aura—is drawing ever closer!!)

Bell Craney's main weapon is "agility".

But now, for the first time, he was experiencing a speed that surpassed his own "agility" catching up from behind, an unprecedented impact that was now indeed threatening Bell's limbs.

*

"Hey…! Run away… Aa ...

Because of the goddess's loud screams coming intermittently through her eyes, Lily was forced to wake up.

"Lord Bell...!"

The eastern part of the "main battlefield" after being swept away by Allen.

Lily, who hadn't suffered a fatal wound, lay sprawled in the desolate, rubble-strewn wasteland where no one had ever stood. Her opponent had probably deemed her unworthy of their attention and had merely passed by. In truth, Lily had only regained consciousness and was completely unable to move; the only thing she could do was speak to the eye crystal in her right hand.

Moreover, she didn't notice that the crystal was full of cracks and could no longer transmit her voice to others.

"Please, someone... cover for... Lord Bell...!"

Lily knew perfectly well that she hadn't received a response. After all, she had tried before.

However, all she could do was continue to call for help.

"Please, someone... hurry... to... the western part of the island... the area near... the 'House of God'... the temple... area...!"

This appearance is truly pathetic and utterly pathetic.

He can hardly be considered a commander.

Lily has become a young girl who is only worried about the boy's safety and cries with tears streaming down her face, calling out to him in a weak voice.

Her left arm, with its shattered bones, was generating a high fever, and her consciousness was gradually becoming hazy.

Her arms, shoulders, abdomen, chest, legs, and back were burning hot, and she could hardly tell what she was saying, but Lily continued to deliver information, prayers, wishes, and longings.

"Please, someone... can help him...!"

As if moved by this powerless longing, the sacred script on her back began to glow.

*

"Finally, the final battle has arrived (full of climaxes)!! Although nobody was really waiting for it, it finally happened!!"

Ibrahim roared loudly, sweating profusely.

He stood beside the god (Ganesha) who was intently watching the battle, neglecting his broadcasting duties and excitedly shouting out his innermost thoughts.

"Whether it's crying or laughing, screaming or shouting, it's all entered the final stage! The final, desperate battle between [White Rabbit's Feet] and [Goddess Chariot] begins! Eh! Waa ...

After enduring Ibli's unrestrained emotions, the magic stone megaphone finally reached its limit and was destroyed.

However, the young man continued to shout at the top of his lungs, joining the crowd in their cries of anguish.

As Allen quickly caught up with Bell's lead and closed the gap, those cheering for the boy turned pale with tension.

"────────!!"

The powerful wind pressure seemed to make the white hair cry out in sorrow, as Bell was challenging his fastest speed.

The rubble along the way remained silent in the face of the storm, the wind waving its flags and shouting amidst the crimson ruins, and the twilight sky, curious about the outcome of the decisive battle, burned a fiery red.

Golden light and lightning supported the lonely boy running from behind.

The complementary light brought him leg strength beyond the limit.

Even with the sacrifice of the fox spirit and the saintess, the goddess of victory still did not smile at the boy.

Even with such heaven-defying power, he still couldn't shake off the chariot behind him.

(Charging up [Hero's Wish (Skill)] in my legs... No!! If the instant acceleration is gone, I'll be shot through the body from behind due to the backlash!!)

No amount of clever tricks will work.

There was no other choice but to run.

Just like when he fought Ota.

Just as he couldn't defeat "The Strongest in the City" even after using all his foul techniques, "The Fastest in the City" also wanted to pierce through his body with a single shot.

"Don't even think about escaping."

“──!?”

With the sound of wind breaking through the air, the pursuers' voices were now approaching from behind.

The rabbit desperately pushed its feet against the ground.

Doumao relentlessly pursued them.

Only the perspective of the "Divine Mirror" could keep up with the white light and raging waves, which transformed into two trails that shuttled between the ruins.

The scene resembled two shooting stars.

The light of the ascended level left a trail behind it, and Saintess Rezan's rays left a path in the desolate ruins where there were no roads. And that tail and path were crushed into "tracks" by the constantly charging war chariots.

(I can't shake him off...!!)

Not only their gaze and presence, but even their footsteps were closing in from behind.

Unlike Bell, who swung his arms, the tank held the spear in one hand, patiently waiting for the opportunity to pierce through the back of the figure in front of him with a single shot.

My heart was beating extremely fast.

I feel like I'm about to be crushed by the overwhelming pressure.

(But—it's not over yet!!)

Even as an overwhelming sense of anxiety washed over him, Bale had not yet met the "conditions for defeat."