If he couldn't see the Flügel movements, then he would let Think see them.
If he couldn't keep up with the Flügel movements, then he would let Think control him.
Even his arms and legs, which were already too heavy to lift, Think still gave them the possibility to move again.
The magic circle that was activated when she felt that her mind was being affected in the dark underground city of the dwarf would become the pillar for the two of them to hold on at this moment. Even Think had to sigh at the magic of fate.
The independent control system that was established in Su'er's body, bypassing his soul, controlled every muscle, every nerve, and even every drop of blood remaining in his body. The broken wounds would no longer passively lose blood. Even pain and numbness would not affect Su'er's ability to clench his fists again - no, more than that.
The essence of this magic circle was to forcibly control magical life forms. Even after being modified and used on Su'er by Think, this essence did not change, and it even had the same effect.
Su'er's consciousness, which was enduring the constant pain from his body, could clearly feel that effect. The power transmitted by the spirit, a substance that was not at all scientific and blurred the boundary between reality and fantasy, turned the impossible into the possible. It was a blessing from Think. His body was even strengthened to a non-human level, even if this strengthening was only a temporary effect when the magic circle was activated.
It was like putting a saddle on a mount.
Dodge, hit, counterattack...
Every punch, every kick, Jibril seemed to see a pair of illusory eyes gradually flashing behind this alien creature, and a six-sided hexagon in their pupils.
She had already noticed the fact that she had been deceived. The injuries that that weed had suffered were definitely not as serious as she had shown. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to spend so much energy to cast a spell at this moment. The elves that were visible to the naked eye were gathering like threads.
Bang!
Arm and arm collided. Both Su'er and Jibril felt the same pain, but neither of them had any intention of stopping. For a moment, the only sound in this ruin was a dull thud, the muffled sound of flesh being hit.
Bang!
Besides dodging some fatal parts, in the end, it even turned into a boring game of hitting each other one punch after another. The two of them were holding on, waiting for the other to fall first.
Even though she had noticed the existence of the magic circle, Jibril had no intention of bypassing Su'er to interfere with or kill Think. She seemed to be obsessed with this point, dedicated to knocking down this alien creature head-on with her own fists.
She couldn't understand. She blinked her eyes hard. Su'er wanted to squeeze all the sweat that flowed into his eyes but failed. He could only shake his head hard to shake off the sweat and blood on his face.
The Flügel opposite him was smiling.
Smiling in a way that Su'er could not understand.
Her face was covered in Su'er's crimson blood, which made this seemingly happy smile look exceptionally twisted, but Su'er could clearly feel this Flügel pleasure at this moment. Even the anger from before had disappeared at some point. Only this chilling murderous intent had not changed.
Madman.
She was a madman he could not have imagined.
How much longer did he have to hold on?
Even though the blood in his body was being controlled by Think and would not be wasted needlessly, Su'er didn't know how much blood he had smeared on that Flügel face during this long struggle. The words of the god of forging kept echoing in his ears - with the Flügel amount of spirit, could his blood really work?
Unwilling to think about the worst possibility, Su'er's consciousness, which had become numb from the pain, believed that his blood could fulfill its mission.
It could, it must be able to... even if it was just a little.
A silent blank.
After hesitating for a long time, Su'er belatedly realized something. After separating from the entanglement and mutual hitting just now, the pink-haired Flügel was slow to attack again.
She couldn't even maintain her floating. Jibril was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for air just like Su'er, but unlike Su'er's numb cheeks, the pink-haired Flügel seemed to be intoxicated. Her eyes were narrowed, and the smile on the corners of her mouth became wider.
"Interesting... this feeling", she opened her eyes. Jibril swayed and stood up from the ground, "It's completely different from past battles... Although it's not even a warm-up."
She was enjoying it.
"Although it's just an exercise to move my body, I did feel a kind of unexplainable surge of excitement... This kind of soul-to-soul, life-for-life, blood-splattering collision is surprisingly wonderful", her slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be savoring it again. The pink-haired Flügel sighed deeply, "Unilateral ravaging is really boring. What's the difference between that and pouring water into an anthill and watching the ants struggle... Ah~, now that I think about it, that's also quite interesting? Hehehe~"
"..."
No response.
Let's not talk about this worldview that Su'er completely couldn't understand. Now, he was even afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would spit out a large amount of blood, exhale his last breath, and then fall down.
Su'er just sneered coldly in his heart at Jibril's words about exercising her body - no matter how you look at it, the Flügel state at this moment was definitely not good. She was just talking tough.
"No answer?", Su'er's reaction seemed to have bored Jibril. She tilted her head and said: "I don't see any intention of giving up in your eyes. Do you have any other trump cards?"
Hiss~ hiss~
What answered her was still the heavy gasping.
"Although I don't know what you and that weed over there are planning, just this frail - aaaaah! This is so annoying!!"
She was talking to herself, and then she suddenly shouted to herself. The pink-haired Flügel stomped her foot in dissatisfaction and randomly wiped away the tears that were constantly flowing from her eyes with her arm - she was crying?!
This shocking fact made even Su'er's numb mind sober up a bit.
"So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!", the pink-haired Flügel little girl screamed. The tears flowing from her eyes not only showed no signs of decreasing, but they flowed like a stream.
"It hurts so much!"
The more she had the desire to wipe away her tears, the more the tears flowed, completely going against her owner's will - just like a real child.
A Flügel... crying?
Why would a life form composed purely of energy have tears?