Conventional methods wouldn't work against monsters that constantly recovered their condition, so consuming some resources for special methods with excellent anti-enemy effects was the right approach.
The origami papers dancing through the sky were so numerous that after Glenn's Fiendfyre devoured them all, the Fiendfyre serpent's size increased by more than three times. Glenn had already put considerable magical power into the Fiendfyre Curse, making the Fiendfyre large to begin with, but now its size was almost catching up to the blood giant it was pouncing toward. Under these circumstances, calling the grown Fiendfyre serpent a colossal creature wouldn't be an exaggeration.
The massively enlarged Fiendfyre serpent naturally didn't need to adopt the careful hit-and-run weakening tactics like Hermione's comparatively tiny Fiendfyre lion. Glenn waved his arm, making his Fiendfyre pounce onto the blood giant's body, then released his control over the Fiendfyre serpent, letting it act freely.
Speaking of a python's most formidable attack method, that would certainly be the strangling coils of its flexible body wrapped around prey. The Fiendfyre serpent directly ignored the waves of blood blades the blood giant swatted at it, disregarding the weakening and damage caused by contact with that strange blood, reached its opponent, instantly coiled around it, then contracted its body and bit toward the opponent's neck.
Physical methods obviously wouldn't have much effect on creatures like blood giants formed from mysterious power combined with strange liquid. The reason the Fiendfyre serpent still adopted such behavior was naturally to increase the contact area between its body and the opponent.
This was a savage battle of mutual erosion and mutual devouring.
With no need to control the Fiendfyre he'd released, Glenn also relaxed. Glancing at Lin Yu, who was gazing into the distance, he took out many bottles and jars from his black ring and held them up to Lin Yu.
"These are potions—they have healing, blood replenishment, spiritual power restoration, and mental recovery effects. Since you're fine, rest for now and wake Yaolin up too."
After speaking, Glenn pointed at the humanoid creature Lin Yu had been carrying on his shoulder. He'd carefully confirmed earlier that this thing was indeed Yaolin.
The other party's eyes were tightly closed, with numerous corrosive wounds on his body. Many broken bone fragments pierced through flesh and skin, and blood flowing under the skin had mixed with clothing and filth, making him look quite wretched.
However, Yaolin wasn't dead—his chest was still rising and falling slightly, appearing to have just fallen unconscious.
The sword energy he'd unleashed earlier had shown remarkable anti-enemy effects. If possible, Glenn wanted Yaolin to recover and hit those two blood giants with several more strikes—that would make things much easier.
However, Lin Yu had already seen through Glenn's thoughts. He laid the Yaolin he'd been carrying flat on the ground, then scratched his head and said:
"The dark magic he used earlier also counts as a sacrificial method. Even if he recovers in the short term, he won't be able to use it again. Glenn, you'd better not hold hopes for this guy's future usefulness—just treat him as a one-time enemy-killing trump card."
"I see."
Hearing this, Glenn immediately lost interest in Yaolin lying on the ground, though he still handed the healing and recovery potions to Lin Yu.
"You two are so idle—why don't you come help share some of my pressure!"
From the side, Hermione's dissatisfied voice came. She was constantly waving her wand, directing the Fiendfyre lion in the air to dodge and weave, occasionally biting or clawing at the blood giant attacking it.
Fiendfyre itself was violent and difficult to control magic, and trying to control unleashed Fiendfyre was even more challenging. After persisting for just over a minute, Hermione was already struggling.
Seeing the two guys beside her completely idle, just standing there chatting, she felt her anger rising.
She had also wanted to do as Glenn had done—let her Fiendfyre go eat some origami to grow stronger, then return to let it fight the blood giant freely. Unfortunately, when she had this idea and put it into action, those origami storms that had finally risen again from somewhere immediately drifted away from the Fiendfyre lion's direction upon seeing another strange flame charging toward them. Without a word, they fled, beyond reach—Hermione's Fiendfyre couldn't catch them at all.
Moreover, Hermione couldn't just ignore that stinking giant. The blood giant her Fiendfyre was currently restraining was the one closest to their current position. If her Fiendfyre moved away from this guy, what would greet her, Glenn, and the others would probably be an overwhelming bloody palm strike.
How could that work?
Faced with Hermione's huffing words, Glenn immediately raised his wand, while Lin Yu silently summoned his weapon and began calling forth thunder.
The heavily injured Yaolin lying on the ground was forgotten, though fortunately, the evil blood techniques he practiced nourished his body, making his vitality extremely tenacious—he probably wouldn't worsen from lack of care.
Still, thinking it over, Glenn used one hand to summon some potions to himself, opened the potion bottle caps with one hand, and poured some external-use potions all over Yaolin.
This would at least help him recover some mobility. If they encountered unexpected trouble later, even if he couldn't become much help, at least he wouldn't become a burden.
Turning his attention back to the battlefield, Glenn considered how to share some of Hermione's pressure.
Cast another cluster of Fiendfyre?
Not very realistic—these two Fiendfyre might end up hurting each other, which would be counterproductive.
Then what about casting other magic?
The distance was too far, magic consumption during casting and hitting was too great, and ordinary spells couldn't cause damage to the blood giant proportional to their cost. Even ignoring cost-effectiveness, the help to Hermione would be a drop in the bucket.
Hmm...
He might as well do this instead.
Having reached a conclusion, Glenn put away his wand, walked behind Hermione, and opened his arms to embrace her.
"!?"
"G-Glenn?"
The sudden attack made Hermione's heart nearly jump out of her chest, and her control over the Fiendfyre completely vanished. The Fiendfyre lion, freed from the girl's restraints, immediately went berserk, roaring as it charged straight at the blood giant, then whimpering as it was swatted away by a palm strike.
"Calm your mind and focus. I'll help you control the Fiendfyre together."
Glenn's heart also accelerated by a beat or two, though he didn't notice this himself. He just stared intently at Hermione's Fiendfyre in the distance, shared his magical power with the girl in his arms, and devoted energy to jointly controlling her Fiendfyre with her.
Indeed, Glenn's own Fiendfyre was just an accident—he, Hermione, and Hermione's Fiendfyre were the real deal.
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