During this brief pause, the pink-haired Flügel body seemed to finally cool down from that excitement and agitation, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Su'er was so shocked that he couldn't believe his eyes, and so was Think - in the records and intelligence of the Elf, they had never encountered such a young Flügel, and they had never had a record of killing a Flügel, so even Think didn't know how these monsters would react when they were at a disadvantage.
She couldn't understand.
Su'er had thought that crying, as a biological instinct, belonged only to his own fragile mortal body. What was the War God thinking when he created the Flügel and set up such a function for them?
Or was it just that this Flügel in front of him was special?
A question with no known answer, because while Su'er was still in shock, that pink-haired Flügel rushed towards him.
Crying in front of the enemy due to an uncontrollable physical reaction made Jibril feel exceptionally embarrassed. This inconvenience of being miniaturized was simply a disgrace. She wiped her cheeks randomly with her arm and stomped on the ground with anger and humiliation as she pounced on Su'er.
"Ah hahahahahahaha, come on! Let's fight! With your fists! And this pain! I'll give it all back to you!! Ah hahahaha!!!"
Unlike her silent appearance just now, the pink-haired Flügel seemed to have shed some kind of restraint. She was laughing wildly, laughing wildly with tears. Tears were scattered in mid-air because of the blows. She was laughing and crying, like a mad beast.
Su'er had been reduced to a state where he could only desperately hold on, dodge, and defend. He kept dodging, using his bent forearms to block the Flügel frantic punches. The punches, which were not big, had astonishing force and speed, as if nails were being hammered onto his forearms.
Su'er could almost hear the sound of his bones breaking. Even his body, which had been strengthened by Think's magic circle, was on the verge of shattering. At that time, even Think would not be able to make him raise that arm again.
He needed to change! He needed to change!!!
The more critical the moment, the calmer Su'er became. He not only relied on Think's method of forcibly operating his body to fill the gaps, but also with his sharpened eyes after being strengthened, under the protection of his arms, Su'er stared intently at the pink-haired Flügel, waiting for that one single gap to appear.
It was coming, it was coming soon. Su'er had clearly noticed that the Flügel high-frequency punches were obviously slowing down. Limited by her physical strength, even she would feel tired - this was the moment!!
Forcibly overriding Think's command to dodge, Su'er gritted his teeth and endured the Flügel blow!
Even his heart felt as if it had stopped for a few seconds. There was only darkness in front of Su'er's eyes, but he finally waited for it.
Using his arm to push the Flügel arm away, Su'er's outstretched hand had already passed through the Flügel waist and grabbed the base of the small wing that extended from her waist with all his strength. At this moment, there was nothing else in his world.
Tear!!!
Following it was the Flügel scream, but this scream quickly disappeared. The moment she relaxed her attack due to the pain was the horn for Su'er's counterattack!
A punch to the Flügel chin shut her up. At a frequency no less than Jibril's attack just now, Su'er mustered all his strength and punched the pink-haired Flügel face again and again!!
It hurt! It hurt so much! He even felt an uncontrollable dizziness!
Subconsciously closing her eyes tightly, even her tears were temporarily blocked. Jibril tightly held Su'er's shoulders. Her sharp nails were already deeply embedded in Su'er's flesh.
She used her knees to fiercely hit Su'er's chest and lungs, but after a few hits, she felt it wasn't enough. Her body size was too much of a disadvantage. Jibril simply used her feet to desperately kick Su'er's abdomen.
The suffocating pain made Su'er even feel that his internal organs were all tangled up, but even so, he never let go. Holding that breath, the two of them were entangled in a ball, mechanically hitting each other until one person completely fell.
"Aaaaaaaaah!!!"
His eyes were bloodshot. Su'er's vision had become dim, so blurry that he could barely see anything, and his ears were gradually losing sound. He gradually returned to that blank world. In a hazy way, the colorful thing was the Flügel body.
He tore the wounds on his hand, letting the crimson blood flow more freely. Su'er pressed his hand hard over the Flügel mouth and nose, which had subconsciously grown larger due to the pain, hard, harder!!!
The strange blood that the Flügel did not know about flowed over her lips, passed through her throat, and then dissipated in the ocean of elves.
Unaware of these subtle things, Su'er pulled the Flügel wing hard, and his other hand was pressed tightly on her cheek.
My blood, my soul.
Drink it in.
If there really is a god -
Please let my flesh and blood work.
Let us... live.
Praying in this suffocating world.
His palm seemed to be in severe pain, but it was not worth mentioning compared to all the other pains all over his body - was it that Flügel who had gritted her teeth and bitten off a piece of his flesh in anger?
That's really... great...
Live...
Let us live...
He didn't fall. Even on the verge of fainting, he still desperately maintained his consciousness. Su'er knew that he could not fall here. After all this, his spirit had become as hard as steel, standing with an invisible thread.
He didn't know when, but the frequency of the pink-haired Flügel kicks and stomps also gradually slowed down, and in the end, she completely stopped moving. Su'er felt that the ten fingers that were embedded in his shoulder were also gradually pulled out, feeling cool, and even a little empty.
Releasing his clenched hands, Su'er could clearly feel that his blood wanted to leave his body impatiently, but it was flowing back along the trajectory it should have been following under the guidance of a mysterious force.
Su'er turned his head blankly and saw Think who was still leaning against the ancient tree. The two of them looked at each other silently.
He wanted to smile but had lost the strength to do so.
The Flügel, who had lost her restraint and fell to the ground, staggered a few steps, and in the end, she still couldn't stand straight. She fell backward and lay on the ground, and then struggled, wanting to get up again.
"I won."
A flat, hoarse voice from a raspy throat.
However, upon hearing this weak voice that was almost inaudible, the Flügel who was still struggling to get up suddenly froze - and after a moment, she suddenly relaxed.
She lay there on her back, motionless.