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The deterrent position was continuously strengthening.
A particularly perceptive hunter quickly sensed a shadow moving rapidly closer.
“Anis, the opponent has completely ignored the traps you set? Prepare Plan B,” Russell shouted.
“What’s Plan B?” Anis exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s the plan you mentioned earlier. Wasn’t this all within your expectations? Then let’s use it; at least it can temporarily hold off Vassal,” Russell urged.
“Okay, I understand, but the toxicity of that thing can be lethal to humans. It’s not just a permanent severe condition; it can directly cause symptoms of severe poisoning at the cellular level, and there’s no cure. But we have so many people here,” Anis said, awkwardly scratching his forehead where his bangs fell.
Although this was merely his emergency reaction when faced with a serious situation, scratching his hair helped him think more clearly.
The more he stimulated his mind, the faster his thinking process accelerated.
Anis was talented; sometimes he could calculate complex formulas in his head or write computer code by hand. He could also quickly draft alchemical models in the shortest time possible.
It should be noted that normally, a typical amount of programming work would require several developers collaborating to complete.
Alchemical formula coding would necessitate a hundred developers working together, making the situation even more complicated.
Yet Anis could accomplish it independently, relying on his extraordinary mental calculation abilities.
However, this required consuming a significant amount of his energy, which is why his bangs often risked sticking out.
In fact, he often pulled them out one by one as a way to stimulate rapid evolution in his thinking process.
At this point, his thinking had truly begun to grow, gradually surpassing that of supercomputers.
Now, he was quickly pulling out strands of hair from his head, his fingers twisting and tugging gently as he removed them one by one.
The pupils narrowed to the thickness of a needle, a faint blue glow flickering. In the next moment, thoughts were reined in, contrasting with the constantly flashing programs on the Virtual Screen.
In just a few seconds, Anis regained composure, returning to his usual self with a slow smile.
However, the bangs on his forehead had noticeably diminished.
"I understand now." This time, Anis did not refuse but directly addressed the core question of Plan B.
He struck at the heart of the matter.
"According to the Computer's simulation, in ten minutes, there will be a southeast wind with a speed reaching level three."
"This wind will disperse the toxic gas from the mercury-based explosives. At that time, the air will not affect humans; however, it will be different for that monster. The wind is blowing directly towards it, and only it will be affected by the widespread toxic gas." Anis reported the results of his mental calculations with robotic precision.
This state did not impact much; it would only affect Brain for a period of time.
It might cause him to make expressions that were incompatible with his usual demeanor, making him appear more like a wax figure that could only speak.
Except for occasionally inserting a few humorous words to indicate he had put effort into this.
Other expressions and gestures were merely conceptual lip movements, symbolically smiling to that extent.
The smile was stiff and extremely unrealistic.
It was likely that even he himself was unsure of how to react now.
Over time, such damage to the brain would undoubtedly be fatal.
Even so, Anis remained unconcerned; his use of Ultimate Thinking was often exercised and controlled to half a moment.
Before the arrival of the Ultimate, his terror truly manifested.
The overwhelming deterrence began to influence the surrounding airflow.
The hunters, with their heightened sensitivity, could perceive any movement of the elements escaping their notice.
Indeed, from this moment on, the phenomenon of Elemental Turbulence became particularly pronounced.
It was as if a natural phenomenon had been orchestrated to herald the arrival of a significant figure.
This was the terrifying Elemental Turbulence, as if all elements were responding to a command, converging together.
Mastery over the elements was something only a select few hunters among humanity could achieve.
Of course, aside from hunters, assassins and a small number of soldiers could also grasp some understanding through their insights; both assassins and hunters benefited from their perception of the elements.
It was precisely because of the terrifying nature of elemental abilities and the scarcity of talent that only a few could learn to master them.
Given the established population base, those capable of wielding elemental powers made up a significant majority.
However, if not used for good, such abilities could also bring devastating consequences to society.
Thus, hunters were selected through rigorous assessments.
A comprehensive analysis to identify suitable candidates was of utmost importance.
Using abilities for righteous purposes was the hope for the future; otherwise, they should be prohibited.
However, since it has been developed, it is ultimately meant to serve as the foundation for future eras.
"The opponent is approaching, and pre-ignition requires some time. Now I need to start precise manual control," Anis's voice trembled.
He quickly operated the computer in front of him, the sound of rapid keystrokes echoing in the air.
The person beside him watched in astonishment; this was truly Anis's skill.
Reaching this level required a significant price to be paid; everything has its pros and cons.
As long as time had not run out, his chances were still somewhat greater.
Both sides were monsters, and now they were truly testing their skills. It all depended on whether the martial side could break through the obstacles set by intelligence.
Elemental Turbulence became increasingly apparent.
The cursor on the computer's Virtual Screen switched rapidly, and soon a red cursor flashed into existence.
Numbers continued to change, counting down to one minute.
That was sixty seconds.
"One minute left; the northeast wind is starting to blow. This is the best time to release the mercurial gas," Anis said calmly, while red liquid began to flow from his nose.
Blood dripped down, overwhelmed by immense pressure.
His Brain was under tremendous strain.
His pale expression reflected just how much pressure he was truly enduring.
It is easy to imagine that this is something that ordinary people could never endure.
"Official countdown, ten seconds remaining."
After a long silence, Anis's voice echoed once more.
"Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..."
"Four, three, two, one..."
The red cursor on the Virtual Screen suddenly vanished.
The Wheat Field around them seemed to glow, as if they were enveloped in a bright light bulb, instantly transported to a world of white.
A large amount of white smoke continuously leaked from industrial chimneys.
At that moment, the wind speed indeed changed; just as predicted, a northeast wind began to blow.
The white smoke was swept up by the northeast wind and quickly drifted toward the northeast.
Endless white mist seeped in continuously, spreading outwards toward the Wheat Field.
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