Time seemed to have frozen, as if fine sand was flowing from a small neck, slow, and even the movement of the spirit in the air became stagnant.
Her head was slightly raised, and her entire body was bent in an arc in mid-air. Jibril had not yet reacted... or to be more precise, because reality was too far beyond imagination, she couldn't comprehend it, and her thoughts were cut off.
What happened?
Why does my chin hurt?
Why am I seeing the dome above my head?
Was I... attacked?
Fragments of thoughts flashed intermittently in Jibril's mind. She wanted to sort it all out blankly.
By a beast... an alien creature who called himself a human...
An alien creature that looked like a monkey...
I was hit by a monkey?
This strange fact was too shocking to the imagination, so much so that the first reaction that appeared in Jibril's heart was not anger after being insulted... but wanting to laugh.
Su'er didn't know what flashed through this Flügel mind in this short moment. He only knew that he must not let go of any opportunity. The ring forged by Ronnie could not possibly have an effect on the Flügel for a long time. It was a possibility that he didn't even have to fantasize about - so, he must not miss it!
This ring, which he had endured the pain and crawled to hide while Think was doing her best to hold on, would be his and Think's last chance for survival!
Like a mindless beast that bites its prey and never lets go, holding the breath in his lungs, Su'er followed the Flügel, who was flying upside down in mid-air, with one punch! Another punch! Knee! Teeth! Forehead! All the places that could be attacked!
Burning the last bit of his breath!
There were no vital spots, and even what his teeth tore off turned into light spots and dissipated in his mouth. Not only did no blood, which represents a living creature, flow out of the broken wounds, but they were even gradually healing during the beating - this kind of futile and useless action almost drove people crazy. If it were in the past, Su'er would have probably gone mad with despair, but at this moment, this man was still holding that breath.
Bang!
Finally, the punch he threw was blocked by a small hand.
"...That's enough", finally connecting her cut-off thoughts, the pink-haired Flügel showed a bloodthirsty smile.
As soon as her voice fell, she, who was half-floating in the air, pressed down on Su'er's fist and suddenly flipped over and kicked towards Su'er's head. Her calf, which looked very short and childish, showed Su'er with its ruthless force that if he were to be hit, his head would probably explode on the spot.
Without hesitation, even at the very moment Jibril just lifted her leg, Su'er had already bent over to dodge.
Missed!
!!!
Her pupils widened in shock. According to Jibril's understanding of this alien creature, he should not have been able to dodge this attack at all!
But no one would answer her confusion. Su'er even seized the opening that Jibril had revealed and slammed his head into her forehead!
Bang!!
Not enough, this is not enough!
The blood in his body was pumping rapidly. His heart was cheering. The hot blood shot out from the cut on his palm. In a rude and brutal manner, Su'er fiercely pressed this hand on Jibril's face!!
The little girl's small face was not even enough for one of his palms to hold.
The blood was infiltrating.
"Puff, puff, cough, cough!"
Coughing violently, Jibril waved her arm, wanting to directly cut off this beast's rude arm, but she hit a piece of air. Su'er had already dodged it as he had expected.
"You lowly bastard!!!", her anger was uncontrollable, and she cursed frantically. Even the rotation of the light ring on her head became faster.
She was even shaking with anger.
This shaking was not only from her anger, but also from the ring that was still fixed on her thigh at this moment - her spirit were already in chaos.
The war between the dark gray electric light and the shimmering white electric light was not only not suppressed, but it became even more violent due to Jibril's strong resistance.
The dwarf's ring wanted to gather the spirit, but the Flügel body was a life form composed of elves. In fact, its effectiveness was only meant to be a disturbance. Now, in the area where the ring was locked, Jibril's thigh was almost losing its most basic form. It was becoming blurry, as if it could turn into a white ocean at any time.
In addition to removing the spirit that maintained her form, Jibril herself was in a weak state due to the lack of spirit. This weakness was even more obvious now. The ring's interference was so disgusting to her that she almost wanted to vomit.
"Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard!!!"
"Die, die, die, die, die, die!!!"
She was undoubtedly a character who easily lost her temper. Jibril was angry at everything, at the dwarf's creation, at the contempt of the Elf weed, and at the anger towards the alien creature who was so weak no matter how she looked at him, but had made her so embarrassed at this moment.
She was so angry that she was almost losing her mind.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the ring on her thigh directly. Light gathered in her palm. Jibril was laughing wildly. In the next moment, this pink-haired Flügel actually used force to tear the steel ring into pieces!!!
Boom!!!
As if the world was about to be destroyed by an explosion, Su'er's only remaining ear seemed to have completely lost all other sounds, and there was that huge pit, the ground that was reshaped by this explosion.
She created all this at close range. The angry Jibril didn't even care that she herself would be injured by this explosion. She knew that the Flügel body would not let her die so easily, but that beast, that audacious alien creature must die here!
Unfortunately, reality added another log to her already burning fire of anger.
As if he had foreseen the future, that alien creature, in those few seconds, or to be more precise, at the moment her hand reached for the ring, quickly flew backwards, scrambling and crawling to escape.
Only she herself was injured.
This feeling of being seen through was layered on Jibril's mind, making her completely forget everything else.
When the dust splashed by the explosion was violently torn apart, Jibril was floating there, gasping for air, her two legs slightly spread apart. However, the dark gray electric light and the shimmering white electric light that had been constantly blooming had already disappeared.
Her shackled thigh returned to normal. Except for looking a little fairer, it seemed as if it had not been hurt at all.
But Su'er knew it was all an illusion.