Pilot and Angels

Chapter 59: Kyrie Eleison

Twitch.

Rustle.

The lifeless monarch began to rise from his throne of ruin. "Grmm..." He let out a coarse grumbling as he shook off the dust and rubble off of him. He cracked his neck, preparing himself for round two of the death match.

He noticed that neither Ash's blade nor his knife was anywhere near his hand... but that did not deter him in any way whatsoever.

The man cracked his knuckle, before advancing forward despite his wounds. Slowly, but surely, he was regenerating from his injury. He raised his gaze toward the eldritch monster. She was focused on firing her stream of energy toward a certain position, presumably where the other two were taking cover.

Some of the Justina Council soldiers started manifesting into this world once more. However, they were facing away from him. The Pilot pressed onward, silent like the night itself.

He approached one of them from behind. The man reared his hand... and struck forward like lightning. His hand pierced through the Justina Council's body like a stake. Her gurgle echoed through the hall, but it quickly drowned in the sound of battle. He raised his hand and threw her body away, shortly before she disintegrated.

He clenched his hand repeatedly. When he felt his body returning to normal, he grumbled and lowered his stance... before lunging forward. Every soldier he passed through became mere ashes billowing in the wind.

He stopped his onslaught when the newly made Justina Council was gone in the blink of an eye. The man halted right before Beatrice, whose attention was still focused on the two. His eyes glanced at both Misaki and Hiyori, who were slowly being overwhelmed by the eldritch being.

He let out a low grumble as his mind worked overtime to figure out how to take down Beatrice. "...!" The man noticed that there was a small wound in Beatrice's torso, where crimson energy was slowly pouring out.

"..." His instinct felt the presence of someone behind him. The Pilot turned his gaze toward the one behind him... and it was Saori. "...!" There was blood running off her forehead.

"Sir, I am here." She began as she reloaded her weapon. "Use me at your disposal."

"...What of Misono Mika?"

"...She spared me, sir," Saori confessed. "She is holding off the rest of the Justina Council for us."

"..." The man spoke nothing of it and returned his gaze toward Beatrice. "Gather your team." He then commanded her. "Focus on that spot." He pointed toward Beatrice's wound.

"You have your job." As if on cue, a legion of Justina Council began appearing. "I will keep them off your back." She nodded dutifully as he vanished into thin air. She quickly rushed forward as the pale army around her disintegrated as if they were banished on their own.

Saori fired a streak of blue energy from her rifle, quickly catching Beatrice's attention. "Saoriii!" The eldritch monster howled into the air. She dived into cover as crimson energy missiles exploded around her.