Although Amiya hadn't noticed, Jean had been paying attention the whole time; thanks to the convenience of Synesthesia, multitasking was a daily routine.
The whole situation wasn't complicated:
Patriot believed that the banner of the Reunion Movement could not be abandoned, and that they should control Talulah, at least to preserve her as their banner.
Rhodes Island, on the other hand, stated that the Reunion Movement had already transformed from an anti-oppression movement into a full-blown terrorist organization in the international community. They would ultimately suffer the consequences of operating under the name of the Reunion Movement. They should take this opportunity to defeat Talulah, extract the other members, and start anew. (And incidentally try to recruit people to Rhodes Island.)
"Captain, Sarkaz mercenaries and many members of the Third Army disguised as Reunion Movement members are launching an assault on us."
The arrival of the Shieldguards prevented this firefight, and at the same time, it seemed that preserving the Reunion Movement had become an empty talk.
"Gather the Infected and leave this place. I am going to see Talulah."
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Just in this gap, suddenly, a strange singing voice rang out, as if it were some ancient melody, yet it revealed something eerie and insane.
In Jean's field of vision, everyone visibly became restless, their spirits gradually tending toward activity and instability.
Looking around, one could see in the distant sky that there seemed to be a large number of light spots flickering, and they were getting closer and closer.
"Hurry and stop that singing!" Jean shouted.
The others also keenly sensed that something was wrong, so without hesitation, they rushed toward the direction of the singing.
On a plaza not far away, there was a creature with a twisted body, spreading seven or eight wings, four or five arms, a huge head, several mouths, and a large number of tentacle-like limbs.
Just by taking one look, Jean felt nauseous, dizzy, and at the same time, feelings of terror and the like wanted to well up inside.
The others were even more directly clutching their heads in pain.
"Amiya!"
"Understood, Master. Leave it to me!"
Then, as Amiya performed her arts, a layer of transparent, shield-like substance appeared on the surface of everyone present; this was precisely the method for mental pollution defense recorded in the book.
Jean also added this layer of shield to FrostNova beside him, though with Jean's spellcasting ability, he could only manage it for himself and one other person.
But Amiya started off with a group shield, and this was a spell she had just learned...
"Me-, Mephisto?"
Now everyone could truly look directly at this thing, though the appearance alone was already extremely sanity-draining.
This person must be Mephisto; although he was already like this, some features still remained.
Some operators who knew him and had low tolerance even started vomiting. After all, a simple monster was one thing, but it was certainly hard to accept when someone they knew had turned into this.
Jean was busy identifying it: green blood, tentacles, twisted limbs, and a smell of seafood, as well as Kaltsit, who was struggling to control Mon3tr and retreating.
'Something from the deep sea?'
Then, Jean charged forward first.
"The stars have not yet aligned, so seafood shouldn't be flailing about on land!"
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