"You!?"
Hearing Rozen's declaration, Bronson reacted as if he had just awakened from a nightmare. It was only now that he showed a look of shock and anger on his face.
The shock was self-evident, considering the horrific state of his subordinates who were frozen, turned into ice sculptures along with the entire territory. How could Bronson not be shocked?
The anger didn't need an explanation.
Who was Bronson?
The president of the "Divine Works," holding the reins of numerous council members, able to forcefully push through workshop patents, even for emerging businesses, had a thriving reputation, and was once the man closest to the position of the Wiseman.
Now, Bronson could influence certain decisions of the British government, and he viewed events like the "Walpurgis Night" as an experimental and testing stage. To someone like Rozen, who was still a student at the academy, he was nothing more than a pawn to be used. Yet, he was now being declared to be tortured by the other party?
This made Bronson both shocked and furious.
So now, Bronson was in a state of shock and anger, filled with so much anger that his magic power exploded.
"Show me everything you've got."
That's what Rozen said.
And unfortunately, Bronson indeed had to use everything he had.
Otherwise, today, he would undoubtedly die here.
Not to mention the terrifying dragon in the sky. Although its eyes had lost their coldness, aggression, and cruelty, replaced by a bored indifference, the aura it emanated still filled the entire world, almost suffocating Bronson.
With Bronson's insight, he could naturally recognize that this was not an automaton but a magical creature similar to shikigami or spirits.
(Using a creature of that level is definitely not something a mere student can handle, not to mention a young man who may not even be an adult.)
(He certainly couldn't casually command such a being; the declaration now was nothing more than a show of force.)
Perhaps the person before him could only summon that dragon once, and afterward, he wouldn't be able to make it act.
Perhaps the person before him had already depleted most of his magical power, and now he was just buying time to recover.
All these possibilities floated through Bronson's mind.
This was a calm assessment and a consideration forced upon him.
Because if he didn't consider it this way, Bronson would have to accept one thing:
Accept the fact that he would undoubtedly die today.
But would Bronson accept that?
Of course not.
Given this, even if unwilling, Bronson had to do as Rozen said, and use everything he had.
Feeling the pain from the swelling on his cheek, Bronson let anger fill his heart, driving away fear and despair, and he released his magic explosively.
Next, Bronson shouted, "Come forth, Lucifer!"
Bronson's magic traversed through space, acting as a conduit, connecting to a nearby frozen building.
Boom!
In the next moment, the roof of the building exploded, allowing a golden light to shoot out and spin in mid-air before coming to Bronson's side.
It was a giant sword, radiant and golden in color, much larger and broader than Bronson's height.
Rozen almost instantly recognized it.
That wasn't a weapon; it was an automaton, belonging to the "Angel" series just like Cherubim.
"Awaken, Lucifer!"
Bronson extended his hand toward Lucifer, once again releasing a massive amount of magic. Magic poured into the automaton named Lucifer, causing the golden greatsword to transform mechanically, turning into a mechanical angel much more splendid, radiant, and elegant than Cherubim.
From behind the angel, several thorn-like short swords shot out like feathers and then one by one turned into streaks of light, rapidly launching outward.
The same attack that happened last night in the hallway of the Medical Department's building was also carried out by Loki on Rozen. However, compared to Bronson's attack, Loki's was simply outmatched.
Indeed, Loki's attack was incredibly sophisticated. His eight short swords could launch attacks and shots from various directions, making it feel like facing eight highly skilled opponents simultaneously. Without the ability to see the big picture and all directions through "Heaven's Eye," one's own skills wouldn't be enough to handle it.
But Bronson's "Heaven's Eye" not only surpassed Loki but also exhibited more refined techniques, sending his eight golden feather-like short swords in various intricate and hard-to-discern movements before rapidly closing in on Rozen's position.
This alone was something Loki couldn't achieve.
"The Sword Angel."
The codename that once belonged to Bronson wasn't just for show.
In the past, Bronson was a magus renowned for manipulating flying swords with telekinesis. While others relied on mechanical magic, he dedicated himself to improving his abilities, mastering telekinesis to a high degree.
This made his techniques like "Telekinesis," "Magic Defense," and "Magic Resilience" far superior to others. With these skills, he reached the pinnacle of the Night Party before ultimately being defeated by the generation's Wiseman, who had reached the highest level of magus.
Now, Bronson still possessed the skills of sword manipulation, but this time, he wasn't using telekinesis. He was employing the magical circuitry of his automaton.
Upon close observation, you'd notice that the feather-like short swords released by the mechanical angel named Lucifer created an unnatural heat around them while flying.
That was due to the magical circuitry "Heat Manipulation" carried by the automata in the "Angel" series.
As the name suggests, it was a magical circuitry that allowed the release, manipulation, and utilization of heat.
With this magical circuit, the automata belonging to the "Angel" series could manipulate their movements by releasing hot air, making their actions strange and difficult to understand.
They could also shoot short swords, allowing the swords to perform various angles of shooting under the propulsion of hot air.
Moreover, by concentrating high-density hot air, they could enhance the power of their shots and slashes, as if the high temperature of several thousand degrees could melt steel. Faced with such an attack, even Yaya, who possessed "Kongouriki," would be at risk of getting cut, and it wasn't as simple as just getting pierced with a hole. The entire body could potentially be sliced, melted, and burned to ashes.
Facing this kind of attack,
"————————————"
Rozen chanted the incantation impassively.
Then, magic was transformed into jutsuryoku.
Then, the flames of crimson ignited around Rozen.
Like a dragon, like a serpent.