That's right.
He should have thought of this sooner.
About the threat of the 145th King, about the millions of colossal Titans that would destroy the world if anyone dared to set foot on Paradis Island.
Even without that, given the level of technology and construction of this world in the past, compared with the timeline, how the hell could such a magnificent structure as the three sets of 50-meter-high Walls have been completed in such a short time?
The answer is: it was not merely a construction.
It was "alive."
Sections of the Wall simultaneously cracked and shattered, revealing the internal structure. Beneath the protective concrete layer was not brick and reinforced steel, but a structure resembling strained muscle fibers, clearly visible under the lights on Gipsy Danger's shoulders. The entire Wall was composed of colossal-sized Titans, each reaching 60 meters in height, with ten meters of the base embedded deep into the ground.
Under the command of the Founding Titan, the silent war machines that had rested for nearly a century within the Walls rose like puppets infused with souls. They shattered the concrete still attached to them, causing the outer structure to collapse. The heat radiating from the muscle fibers was so intense that the surrounding grass and trees burned to charcoal dust.
Nearest to the Founding Titan's position, five or six Colossal Titans lunged out, blocking the massive Jaeger and halting Asahi's advance.
Faced with heat that could incinerate a living body, even Levi nearby had to grimace and retreat to avoid being burned alive.
But Asahi did not. The Jaeger, Gipsy Danger, advanced unimpeded, as if marching into an empty space. This temperature was far from enough to melt the composite heavy metal armor on the outside.
Nothing could stop him now—not the heat, nor the Colossal Titans in front of him.
He had the advantage in size and strength!
Bang!!!
With a straight, heaven-crushing punch forward, the head of one Colossal Titan was knocked away like a basketball, directly tearing off its nape and ending it in one blow. Standing before the optimal order created by advanced joints and gears, the temporary flesh-and-blood connection of the Titans was truly too weak.
Placing a Colossal Titan in front of him was like pitting a toddler against a fully grown adult. The difference was immense.
Asahi made a horizontal slashing motion in the cockpit, and Gipsy Danger outside performed the identical movement with a delay measured in mere short seconds. With just one horizontal slash, the Chain Sword cut two Colossal Titans in half. Although he didn't directly strike their weak points and kill them, it was enough to keep them pinned down for a while. Their immense size meant they recovered very slowly. Asahi even guessed that the real reason why Colossal Titans hardly had any skin and were mostly muscle and bone was the overwhelmingly massive mental burden, exceeding the capacity of a normal consciousness.
Although the spirit, memory, and soul of the Eldian people are immortal due to their connection to the Paths, the capacity of each individual is limited. It's like only being able to pour an amount of water equal to what a cup can hold. Doubling the water won't make a difference.
Finally, Asahi completely tore through the defensive Colossal Titans separating him from the Founding Titan. Looking at its large body clinging to the Wall, he suddenly noticed something strange.
"Steaming? That's right, that's a sign that the Titan flesh has been separated from the host..."
"Did Frieda run away?"
Asahi frowned and looked up, seeing that Frieda hadn't run away after all. She was standing on the hand of the Beast Titan, and the Beast Titan was clinging to the shoulder of the remaining Founding Titan flesh.
"Staging such a large-scale battle, even acting as if you were stalling to escape, yet you didn't run away. What exactly do you want to do!?"
He shouted into the air, but Frieda still wore that indifferent, emotionless face.
"Honestly... I am always surprised by you."
That's right. The pre-planned scheme, the plan to bury Asahi alive that seemed inescapable, had been destroyed by him both figuratively and literally. So, what profound scheme could she have come up with in the short time since that black metal thing emerged?
"But I have realized... those things are unnecessary."
"Asahi. If you dare to take one more step in pursuit of me, the entire army of Colossal Titans in Wall Sina will..."
Before Frieda could finish her words, a streak arced across the night sky. Borrowing the light cast by Gipsy Danger's headlights, one could vaguely see the silhouette of a... young soldier?
"Like hell we'll sit back and let you do what you want! Die!"
Levi Ackerman roared, bursting with fury. The compression mechanisms in his Omni-Directional Mobility Gear propelled him to his absolute limit. He charged forward, to the stunned and bewildered gaze of Frieda and the Beast Titan.
The Beast Titan hurriedly clenched its hand to protect Frieda, but Levi didn't care. The steel blades sliced through flesh and bone as if cutting through mud, hacking the Beast Titan's four fingers into small pieces. Simultaneously, Asahi seized the moment and charged forward. The colossal body of the Jaeger rammed straight into the dissolving flesh of the Founding Titan, causing the Beast Titan clinging to it to lose its balance.
"No!!!"
Frieda screamed, once again attempting to summon the Founder's body for protection. But she had lost the best opportunity to escape, lost the protection of the Beast Titan, and facing the most skilled warrior of the Survey Corps had caused her to feel the taste of death for the second time.
This feeling, she had experienced it a long time ago, when Doctor Grisha Yeager stepped down into the Reiss family's holy crypt. The moment his face contorted before being enveloped by Titan flesh, she had felt death hovering at her neck.
"Die, you bitch!!!"
Levi no longer cared about anything else. His eyes were wide with rage, fixed on Frieda. The only thing he wanted now was to chop off the head of the person before him, end this entire tragedy, and avenge his fallen comrades.
The people in the Survey Corps, those whom both Frieda and Darius Zackly considered "minor casualties," they were all living people to Levi! They were all his comrades. Even if he couldn't remember all their faces or all their names, he swore to avenge anyone who wore the symbol of the Wings of Freedom and died unjustly in a place like this.
Swoosh!
Amidst this chaotic battlefield, this was the clearest sound made.
Not powerful, not explosive, not clashing—it was like the sound of an extremely sharp knife cutting through a sheet of paper.
In the pilot's cockpit, Asahi's superhuman vision witnessed even more. He saw Frieda's neck, including her throat, tendons, and spine, severed into two parts by the razor-sharp blade.