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===Part 11===

Headmaster Cliff French-Connection screamed when it exploded.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?”

He did not actually understand what had happened.

He had only hijacked the Branding Iron, so even if he knew how to operate it, he did not understand the design or how to maintain it. So he simply assumed its massive power source had shorted out and caused an explosion.

And when the light and noise exploded behind him, all he could do was curl up in the driver’s seat protected by the armor panels.

However…

“Wh-what?”

He could still speak.

He was still alive.

“What happened!?”

If the laser unit was unusable, he would have to rethink his plan from the ground up. Top priority was preventing Elritta’s group from escaping the building so they would roast inside. He thought it might be fastest to remove the fuel from the snowplow’s tank and throw it into the overheated first floor through a window.

But he was unaware that his priorities were out of order.



“I’m sure you are all familiar with liquid nitrogen,” said Quenser on the rooftop. “That extreme coolant exists at 195 degrees below 0. Of course, if you heat it up, the liquid transforms into a gas. And that means its volume rapidly expands.”

He had already seen a weapon that used that fact.

By filling a pipe with liquid nitrogen instead of an explosive and then rapidly applying heat to vaporize it, the pressure would launch a projectile toward the teachers’ armored vehicles.

So they just had to do the same here.

“That superconducting generator uses liquid nitrogen. When the electrical breakdown allows all that power to reach it, the heat will be enough to melt metal, so what do you think will happen then? Surely you can answer me that, teach.”



“And once you do that, yes, do that and you will find…”

While spreading fear through students and teachers alike by firing a handmade coilgun all across the Academy from a small trailer, the infamous professor suddenly stopped muttering a lecture and looked up.

He stared into the distance and his eyes focused on reality for a brief moment.

“Yes, excellent work,” he said. “I give that a perfect 100.”



“Ah.”

Cliff French-Connection did not understand the exact theory behind it.

But as he viewed the scene through the gap between armor panels, he saw his armored snowplow swell out from within.

He only knew that the solid wall of death was about to slam into his body.

And a moment later, everything was blown to smithereens.