It was an illusion.
As early as after constructing the magic circle, Think had left that position immediately. She knew that in the next second, that place would definitely welcome the devastating blow of the Flügel. These monsters would never let go of any life that had provoked them.
The muscles all over her body seemed to be knotted, accompanied by a knife-like pain. Think forcibly raised her limbs and crawled, not daring to use too many spirit. Although the space at this moment had been washed by the spirit that the Flügel and she had gathered like a tide, she did not dare to bet on the precision of the Flügel elf manipulation.
Concealment, deception, futile attacks.
Struggling to widen her eyes, which were still blurry, she was dizzy. Su'er even suspected that even if Think's attack hit this unprepared Flügel, it would not cause much damage... Could it break through her defense?
Playing like a cat playing with a mouse, Think danced at the Flügel fingertips. Jibril sat leisurely in mid-air, her right hand raised and casually pointing in the air. The elves gathered in the air were weaving a death melody with dazzling light.
In stark contrast to her playful appearance was Think's state at this moment. She could be described as being in a state of disarray. Under this precise and dense attack, she could barely ensure that she was not injured, walking on the outermost edge.
The pain from the sudden release of the elves still had not gone away. Instead, it became more intense during such a fierce movement. Think could clearly feel that her body's limit was slowly but surely approaching. Even the speed of her dodging and casting spells slowed down accordingly - zing!
Think's body suddenly stiffened. Even though she had twisted her upper body with force at the last minute, the attack still hit her.
There was no bleeding. It even scorched the flesh the moment it brushed past it, but there was no smell of scorching. Even the air seemed to have been melted. She endured the pain and gritted her teeth. Large drops of sweat flowed down Think's forehead.
"Well~, is this already your limit?", not even a warm-up. Jibril felt that she had just gotten a little more energetic, and this weed was already unable to hold on. This kind of unbearable performance made her feel that it was a bit too stupid for her to cautiously use the few elves she had to attack from a distance just now.
Although she was a life form composed purely of spirit, there were still the most basic needs to maintain her existence and form.
This kind of fighting... let's just call it playing. This kind of boring playing really made Jibril even sleepy. Maybe this outing should just end here. Anyway, she had already had a super rare harvest, so she wouldn't lose anything by going back now.
The only thing to be careful about was not letting her sisters snatch her harvest... Hmph, she would never agree to transfer it!
What kind of interesting world was hidden in that head? She would have a good time searching later~ Hehe~
'No, damn it, this kind of immature thinking... As expected, the way of thinking that got smaller with the body after a large loss of elves has had too much of an impact. I should get rid of them quickly.'
The cute smile that had just appeared on the pink-haired little girl's face suddenly disappeared. She was forcibly ordering herself to focus on the matter at hand.
With her mind made up, Jibril extended her right hand and held it high in the air as if calling for something. Black smoke was gathering. Were those really spirit? The spirit were gathering, and the spirit were solidifying. In just a blink of an eye, a pure black huge scythe appeared in her hand.
It was the most extreme black. Not even light could pass through it. The light emitted by that small 'sun' was swallowed as it got close to the scythe. Not only that, it also swallowed everything around it. Black smoke was spreading, tearing the space around it like a tentacle.
"Ugh~, it seems a little too big~", scratching her head in distress, Jibril seemed to turn the scythe with difficulty and sighed.
Compared to her current body size, the weapon Jibril had summoned was obviously more than a bit bigger. This was obviously a weapon designed for her when her power was complete, but it didn't matter.
The next second after she finished complaining, the pure black scythe shrank accordingly until it was just right for her to hold.
"This is better~", she spun the scythe in her hand into a crescent moon shape in satisfaction. Jibril looked at the weed not far away who was holding her wound and gasping, and the corner of her mouth slightly curled up.
It was not spatial transfer, but pure speed. With an overwhelming aura and wind pressure, Jibril appeared behind Think, who was kneeling on the ground, in a flash. The pitch-black scythe was held high, and her playful, childish voice -
"Good night~"
"--Weed."
The black moon descended!!
Boom!!!
There was no blood splashing, nor was there a miserable scream. As if a huge bomb had exploded, the ground where Think was located was directly turned into a deep pit. In the smoke and dust that rose into the sky, a golden figure broke through the smoke and dust with the explosion of the sound, and smashed into a huge ancient tree in the distance without any reservation.
It was Think!
Her arm was bent at a strange angle. Just looking at it, one could see how serious her injuries were, not to mention her internal injuries. Think was even embedded into the bark of the ancient tree. Blood was continuously flowing from her body and the corners of her mouth. However, even so, this woman was smiling in a strange way, smiling with her chest heaving violently.
However, it became weaker and weaker.
The gushing blood was like a crimson stream, taking away the heat and vitality from that body. Su'er even saw the gathered blood flowing down the side of Think's leg, quietly seeping into the soil.
"Think... Think!!!"
He muttered in disbelief, and then realized something belatedly. The veins on Su'er's forehead popped out, and he shouted in a panic.
Answer him, say something, even if it's just waving your hand - anything!
However, there was nothing.
That Elf with light golden hair just looked as if she had fallen asleep. Her face was pale, and her head was tilted and hanging down, gently resting against the bark of the tree next to her.
Even her heaving chest became weaker, almost imperceptible.
Dead.
Think was dead.
That Elf was dead.
Su'er realized this fact and this sudden death. He was breathing heavily. He couldn't accept it at all.
A life that he was familiar with, who had saved his life, and whose life he had saved, and who had helped each other, just disappeared in front of him again.
Just like in the past.