"So you created a spell formula that existed only in theory and that even you couldn't realize?" While letting out a sigh of unknown meaning, Jibril flipped her hand and threw the lightless sphere into a hidden space, "I have no questions. Let's go now."
"Okay."
None of them were hesitant or procrastinating. Their actions could be described as firm and decisive. Or rather, while waiting for the pink-haired Flügel to recover, everyone, including Su'er, had been waiting for this moment for too long.
"I suddenly have a sense of unreality..." Su'er, who was checking his equipment uneasily again, suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, "You say, how can an ordinary human like me, who can't even see spirits, be fighting against an Phantasma now?"
"Correction, not an Phantasma, but a Demon Race, okay?" Think also checked the runes inside Su'er's equipment repeatedly and said casually.
"That's right. The Phantasma is my prey~. Are you going to compete with me, Su'er?" As soon as she thought of facing an Phantasma alone for the second time in her life as a Flügel, Jibril couldn't help but get excited. A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
No, it doesn't seem to be facing it alone?
Looking at the two people checking the things they had already confirmed countless times under her feet, Jibril suddenly had a different feeling - it was not a simple collaboration. In fact, in her past life, the Flügel would choose to fight together against those higher-level races, but this battle was different from when she went out with her sisters... even Jibril herself couldn't say where it was different.
But this feeling was not bad.
The target was the Phantasma that Jibril and Think discovered while searching for the secrets of this sea, while Su'er was constantly trying to talk to the Old Deus in a state of suspended animation for most of the past year - Krilattini.
Well, and the Demon Race it created, a total of three of them.
To be honest, the habit of this Phantasma living in the sea helped the three of them a lot. At the very least, they didn't have to risk being discovered by the Dhampir and other races to fight against other more famous Phantasmas on land.
Although there was a bit of guilt about suddenly rushing into someone's home and beating them up when they were living a good life... Su'er was still eager to try - mainly because the big toy that Think had specially made for him was a bit too tempting.
"One last confirmation, does Mr. Monkey really want to participate? You can actually wait here," After the last check, Think stood up straight and asked.
"Ah, of course, I'll go with you," Su'er answered without any hesitation, "Unlike the me before, with the equipment you made, I can actually help, right? I'm not being reckless or anything. To be honest, if I'm really useless, I definitely won't go and be a burden, so don't worry."
"After all, if I'm completely useless, I'll feel a bit uneasy, haha," Su'er touched his hair and laughed foolishly.
"...No one will ask a monkey to save the world, and these are just toys," Think said after a moment of silence. Although her simple words sounded a bit harsh, Su'er knew what she really wanted to say.
"I believe in your strength," Su'er bent his arm and made a gesture of strength, then turned his head and smiled at Think, "Think is the strongest."
The calm words did not carry any hesitation.
"Ah~ ah~ ah~, I have a question about the 'strongest' part~," The Flügel floating in the air next to them drew out her voice and retorted.
"...And it's too much to say that these powerful pieces of equipment are just toys, right? Didn't Jibril want to try them out so badly?" Su'er rolled his eyes at Jibril in annoyance and said.
"Oh~, so Su'er, do you want to switch with me?"
"In your dreams."
Jibril suddenly got excited, but her little wish was rejected by Su'er without any hesitation.
"Fine, let's leave it at that," Think sighed a long sigh, "Anyway... forget it."
Her stammering demeanor was really unlike this Elf's personality. It was clear that Think wanted to say something but gave up on it. Even when Su'er secretly went to ask her later, he only got a pair of white eyes.
With the current super-high mobility, the three of them soon arrived at the planned location.
The waves on the sea were constantly rising. From the top layer, this place was no different from any other place, but the nest of that Phantasma and its creations was below. To be honest, if it weren't for this Phantasma having a few Demon Races with it, Jibril alone would have been enough.
"Then I'll go to my position first."
"Okay."
With a serious face and no smile, Su'er briefly greeted them and then piloted his "Great Escape" towards a predetermined location in the distance.
Not long after, Think received the signal.
Sitting on a small petal-shaped flying ship, Think nodded to Jibril.
Taking a deep breath, the pink-haired Flügel who had recovered all her power proudly puffed out her chest. As she had in the past, she raised her right hand. Space and light were all condensed on her palm. The huge waves at the bottom of the sea had already rolled up, as if the thing hidden at the bottom had already known of her arrival.
"Then~ let's say a little hello first~~~"
In stark contrast to her friendly voice was the huge pillar of light that descended from the sky. For a Flügel who had unleashed her power, this was just the most basic of normal attacks.
Heavenly Smite!
Boom!!!
"Roar!!!"
Almost the moment the Heavenly Smite fell, a beast-like roar came from the huge hole in the sea water. It was not one roar, but three. Even with the protective measures applied to her ears, when these overlapping roars came up, Think still felt her skin tremble slightly from the sound.
Huge black shadows soared into the sky!
Their bodies coiled and tangled together. Three huge mouths with sharp teeth bit at Think in the air. This act of concentrating all their attacks on a single, weaker point was undoubtedly not something that a nearly witless beast-like Demon Race could do.
It was that Phantasma. It had no intention of showing its face, it was just directing its three creations to attack the weaker of the two uninvited guests, hoping to kill the opponent directly.