This Demonic being was somewhat special, whether it was its seemingly weak body or that peculiar magic.
Huanhong was at a loss—she dared not get close, and she lacked any powerful long-range attack methods.
The City Defense Cannons of the Eastern Alliance finally began their assault—calibers large enough to fit a person inside, with plenty of explosive charges.
But it was useless.
Once the 50-meter gravity magic activated, that thing seemed to enter an invincible state.
Really?
“As the physics experts predicted.” The middle-aged man had already seen the live Transfer Broadcast, “The reason ‘Biscuit Boy’ hides underground to use his magic is to cover up this magic’s weakness.”
The footage zoomed in, capturing Biscuit Boy’s form clearly.
He was holding something aloft—a large, round Pearl, emitting a cyan glow from within.
Even just looking at that Pearl through the camera made one involuntarily look away, as if it were forbidden to stare directly at it.
It was uncanny.
Outside the Pearl was a Portable Protective Case, one that could be carried by hand, with the Pearl seemingly embedded right onto the case.
At this moment, Biscuit Boy was clutching the case, holding the Pearl high above.
The Eastern Alliance’s City Defense Cannons were being blocked by an invisible force, unable to approach within 50 meters of the enemy.
It seemed this scene had been anticipated by the Countermeasures Center; the middle-aged man wasn’t very surprised.
They continued probing with cannon fire. The enemy stood motionless, blocking every shell that came its way.
This meeting room was filled with human elites—experts from various fields—decades of accumulated knowledge condensed into this moment.
When Biscuit Boy struck in the city, the experts had already discovered its weakness.
At the crime scenes, there were no perfectly pressed indentations.
Everyone knew that if a flat object pressed into soft soil, it would leave a perfectly matching depression.
But if someone stepped barefoot onto soft earth, footprints would appear, complete with toe gaps—not a perfect, seamless depression.
The key was here: the center of Biscuit Boy’s crime scenes always had a groove, as if someone was standing in the middle, hiding, just avoiding being crushed by the gravity.
It was like a train track—the gravity magic pressed down exactly on the rails, while underneath there was space for a person to hide, avoiding injury.
Whether in the suburbs, the recent city scenes, the mall, or the park—the terrain was always like this.
Such obvious traces could not be missed by human experts; they analyzed the enemy thoroughly.
They even predicted the enemy might attack the Eastern Alliance’s headquarters.
Many weapons were still waiting, ready to be tested one by one.
The experts kept analyzing and concluded that the Demonic being was not compressing everything within 50 meters using its own magic, but rather using gravity magic through an external object.
Because it was an external object, the attack was indiscriminate—affecting even the magic caster.
This explained why the Demonic being had to hold that Pearl high, fearful of being accidentally harmed.
Also, the enemy couldn’t move while casting this magic, for some unknown reason.
Someone on site captured even higher-definition footage, magnified several times, revealing the wrinkles on the Demonic being’s face clearly.
Of course, they also saw the object on its ear—another headset, just like with Lightning Man.
Something was commanding this guy.
The Eastern Alliance was well prepared—they cut off communications and jammed wireless signals in the area.
As expected, the Demonic being became confused again, neither advancing nor retreating, enduring heavy weapon attacks in place.
At this time, Yinlin finally arrived on the scene, flying beside Huanhong.
“What’s going on? What just happened?” Yinlin asked as she continued charging her power.
Huanhong briefly explained: the Demonic being had appeared, moving from underground to the surface, but then inexplicably stopped, taking hits without moving.
Yinlin checked her phone—no signal.
Then she focused on the battlefield below, as if no longer needing to act herself.
The magic circle wasn’t fully formed yet; it needed more time. Besides, this place was too close to the Eastern Alliance, making it inconvenient to intervene directly.
The ground battle had reached a boiling point. The Eastern Alliance had sprayed a large amount of Fuel and set it ablaze, igniting a hundred meters of terrain.
The Demonic being was trapped in the sea of fire, burning fiercely.
It canceled the gravity magic, shifted direction, and crushed the ground to extinguish the flames.
During this, it took heavy cannon fire from the Eastern Alliance.
Many shells hit from different angles—without shield protection, they exploded directly on its flesh, causing some surface wounds.
These weren’t high-explosive weapons, but Penetrator Weapons specifically designed against Demonic being.
“Wow, how did the human alliance get so strong this time?” Huanhong was shocked, her face full of surprise.
It was rare to see humans pin down an Demonic being like this.
Yinlin explained, “Because this is the Defensive Line now.
The firepower is ample, Fortress Cannons can be as large as they want, different from those Mobile Guns.”
The Demonic being was still burning, constantly using gravity magic to block attacks, but couldn’t stop all of them, taking many hits.
Then something even more interesting happened—the Failure Squad arrived.
Two members showed up, equipped with Personal Flight Gear.
They flew several hundred meters from Yinlin, probably spotting the magical girls but not having time to chase.
The Failure Squad joined the fight, using photon rifles for precision shooting in the air.
The two formed a pincer formation, attacking from different angles—if one’s fire was blocked by gravity magic, the other still had a chance to hit the Demonic being.
When the photon rifle beams struck the Demonic being, small explosions occurred, but the damage far exceeded that of conventional human artillery.
The beams seemed to carry extra damage against Demonic being, comparable to the specialized extra damage magical girls inflicted.
With the naked eye, the Demonic being was bleeding from its wounds.
“Something’s off.” Yinlin frowned, not daring to blink as she stared intensely at the battlefield.
“What’s wrong?” Huanhong didn’t understand.
“It’s too weak. Unbelievably weak.” Yinlin muttered.
The current scene was like the first few minutes of an Ultraman movie—the human side under newbie protection, beating the monster so badly it was practically humiliated.
It was as if the humans had the upper hand and were about to finish off the monster.
This human alliance was just too fierce this time, as if they were really going to take down that Demonic being.
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