Why wasn't it him again?
Why was it him again?!
His throat was as if it was being tightly gripped by an unseen hand. Su'er looked at Think's body blankly, asking himself endlessly.
This kind of taste he thought he would never experience again, this kind of unbearable weight of life.
The familiar crisp sound of knocking seemed to ring in his ears, those beautiful stones hanging on the ropes, they seemed to be urging and reminding him of something.
From his body to his head and even to his hair, all were giving off heat. Su'er took a deep breath.
Just like too many lives that disappeared in this great war, there was no reason, no warning, no trace... Think was just stuck in the tree with a deep pit as if she was a puppet with a broken string. Her chest, which had been heaving with rapid breathing, gradually became still, but this was by no means a good thing.
Even breathing became difficult.
He was unwilling to believe that the proud and confident Elf had left the world just like that. Su'er struggled to crawl over again, to stop her bleeding, or to drag her into the pool with the medicinal herbs, but even standing up became incredibly difficult.
She was not dead, she was absolutely not dead.
His mind, which was still dizzy, could not think of too many questions. Su'er just repeated it in his heart endlessly. He was unwilling to believe all this, and he kept muttering Think's name.
She was peaceful as if she had just fallen asleep. How great would it be if there was no blood continuously flowing out? Even though Su'er's gaze did not move away from Think at all, he still did not wait for any more changes, not even in these few seconds - Bang!!!
It was like an empty sound exploding in a spacious warehouse. It even sounded a bit crisp. The smoke and dust that were flying up from the previous explosion were torn apart from the middle and pushed directly to the outside.
"You dare... You dare!!!"
The cursing sound of gritting teeth. The wings that extended from her waist to both sides spread out frantically, blowing away the last bit of dust. The pink-haired Flügel little girl was still floating in mid-air, but her pitch-black scythe was hanging down on the ground. Her other hand was tightly covering her arm.
The fair skin was covered with burnt marks, and there were even faint crimson light spots spreading, burning like flames, but they were also recovering quickly.
The Flügel was injured.
In just these few seconds that Su'er had looked over, he could clearly see that the injuries on the pink-haired Flügel were rapidly fading away, like the ocean submerging the land. Except for a little pain, Think's final attack left nothing behind on the Flügel body.
"Heh, hehe... You really have the guts, hehe", with a twisted smile, it was a compliment, but every word that came out of the pink-haired Flügel mouth was filled with murderous intent, "Did you calculate that I would go over directly and detonate the spirit with a magic circle?"
She should have been beheaded silently, but because Think did not care about her own presence in the explosion, she was severely injured. If Think had prepared a magic circle in advance to add a layer of defense for herself, then Jibril had taken this blow head-on at close range without any defense.
The Flügel question was not answered. There was no need to even ask.
After the splashed smoke dissipated, Jibril just slightly raised her head and saw the Elf who was deeply embedded in the tree. That lowly weed - was dead?
The anger in her heart was not only not vented, but it became even more furious - how could she die like this?!
Jibril would rather that damned weed stand there properly, laughing and mocking her for falling into her trap, or anything else, and then she could chop off her limbs and head in the following fight - but how could she just die?!
No, she didn't seem to be completely dead yet.
Unpleasant, very unpleasant.
"Weed! Trash!"
Su'er's ears were filled with the poor but most real curses of the pink-haired Flügel. This voice was even so close, as if it were right next to him - she was right here.
"I've changed my mind."
She said coldly. Su'er, who was looking back blankly, didn't know when, but that pink-haired Flügel had already come to his side. He only saw this small little girl holding her pitch-black scythe high.
"The collection doesn't matter, the things from another world are not that interesting anymore - I'm going to bury all of you here", the chilling words did not hide her determination. Jibril said indifferently: "Although that weed is not completely dead yet, I must make her taste the flavor of me killing you in front of her."
This was the most direct way Jibril could think of to make that dying Elf feel the most pain at this moment.
However, Su'er seemed to have not felt the sharp scythe hanging over his neck. He did hear the Flügel words, and he was more concerned about this.
---Huh?
Not... dead?
"...Cough", a weak cough. Large amounts of blood came out of her mouth, which had finally opened, but she was still alive. Even Su'er could see that it was difficult for Think to even raise her head.
As if she was awakened by the Flügel words, Think trembled slightly.
"Oh my? It seems like you can still hold on for a while? That's good, that's really good... Hmm?", she was happy that she could enjoy a beautiful period of revenge, but Jibril's words stopped as she was speaking.
Tilting her head in confusion, the pink-haired Flügel looked at the weed deeply embedded in the tree, who was tremblingly raising her right hand. Her index finger was pointing at herself... and the corners of her mouth were slightly curled up in a strange smile.
Smiling?
Could she still smile at a time like this?
Jibril suddenly found that she couldn't understand what kind of thought process this weed, who had betrayed her own race, had... Or was it precisely because of this that she was here?
Not only was her confusion not answered, but suddenly, Jibril felt something wet and slippery grab her calf.
!!!
She lowered her head abruptly. In Jibril's sight, that beast who called himself a human was showing a bloody smile and fiercely slamming a circular iron ring onto her thigh!!
Dark gray electric light was spreading. The shimmering white spirit emitted by the little girl-like Flügel were spreading rapidly. The two turned into an invisible battlefield centered on that ring. Even her entire body convulsed. She tried her best to swing the scythe in her hand, but it was already too late no matter what.
After locking the dwarf's ring on Jibril's thigh, without the slightest hesitation, Su'er clenched his bloody fist and slammed it hard into the Flügel face!!
From bottom to top!
Rising Dragon!!!