A gentle breeze drifted through the battlefield.
A figure emerged beside Emosen's fallen body, gripping a bow tightly in her hand.
She was a female elf, clad in elegant, wood-forged green armor.
Frowning, she looked down at the headless corpse and said coldly, "Still not recovered?"
The moment her words fell, that corpse—dried and brittle like an empty husk—crumbled into dust under the wind, revealing a shrunken figure beneath.
It was Emosen.
"Pffft…"
He staggered upright, coughing up a mouthful of writhing black blood. Though clearly weakened, he still managed to glance at the elf and say hoarsely, "Thank you…"
Just moments before, during the instant when Orsaga's attention was momentarily diverted, she had seized the opportunity to teleport a life-saving artifact to him. Thanks to that substitution magic, he'd narrowly escaped death.
The female elf gave no reply to his gratitude. Her gaze had already turned to Orsaga, who was still standing firm in the distance.
From her perception, even after taking a direct blow to the head, Orsaga's vitality remained overwhelming. There wasn't the slightest sign of weakness.
Under the wary gazes of the two elves, the smoke on Orsaga's face slowly dispersed, revealing a head with the entire lower jaw shattered. Through his ruined throat, he tried to speak, "You… two…"
As he spoke, he was also attempting to regenerate the flesh that was still being eroded by divine energy.
Compared to the poisonous concoctions from earlier, that last strike, infused with holy power, had truly dealt him considerable damage.
After a few attempts to speak, he realized verbal communication in his current state was too inefficient. So, without hesitation, he reached up and tore away his corroded jaw—along with a large portion of his throat—ripping it clean off and tossing it aside.
"Szzzz..."
Ignoring the chunk of meat that melted into a puddle of blood on the ground, Orsaga raised his blood-soaked, now two-thirds-sized head and showed the two elves a gruesome smile.
"Squelch!"
With no further interference, his mangled flesh began rapidly regenerating with the sound of tearing meat.
His jawbone, vocal cords, and teeth pierced through his flesh anew, being swiftly reconstructed.
Within seconds, Orsaga's face had returned to its original, undamaged state.
Even the smile on his face looked far less twisted now.
The pain of his flesh being eroded, and the stinging agony of forcing its rapid regeneration, failed to shake him in the slightest.
Orsaga politely continued where he left off, "Sorry, I wasn't very clear just now. That was my fault."
"I was wondering—are you two part of the same squad? Your backup arrives so fast. I'm honestly a little jealous."
Alison's brows knit slightly. She could clearly sense that this demon was different from others she'd encountered. Even after being struck by her holy arrow, he remained disturbingly calm—no rage, no madness, and he was even able to converse rationally. Yet behind that calm veneer, she could feel a kind of naked, unfiltered insanity.
'He's a lunatic…'
She came to a conclusion in her heart.
When no answer came after a moment of silence, Orsaga sighed, clearly disappointed. "Not going to tell me?"
Then, without warning, the tail behind him shot out—suddenly extending dozens of meters—lancing straight toward the female elf like a javelin.
He had decided to extract the answer for himself.
But Alison had long been prepared. In an instant, she raised her bow and loosed a glowing arrow.
The two forces collided in a flash!
Amid the violent impact, Orsaga's tail pierced through the light-forged arrow and continued its charge toward the elf.
But Emosen didn't just stand by. Though still seriously wounded, he mustered what strength he had left, raising his blade and intercepting Orsaga's tail—shaped like a three-pronged spear.
As he felt the immense force transmitted through the tail, Emosen's face turned red with exertion. He couldn't understand how a high rank demon could match his full strength using just a single tail.
After all, he was a demigod capable of lifting full-grown dragons with his bare hands!
At the same time, Alison began circling the battlefield, firing arrow after arrow imbued with holy power—the only force truly capable of wounding Orsaga.
But this time, Orsaga didn't tank the hits.
From the earlier exchange, he'd learned his lesson. Though it didn't exactly hurt, it was... bothersome.
With a flick of his hand, he conjured several flaming arrows formed from bloodflame.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions echoed in the air as each arrow clashed with Alison's volleys. One after another, mushroom-like clouds bloomed across the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Emosen continued his one-on-one battle against Orsaga's tail.
The tail's three sharp tips transformed into blades, engaging in a flurry of dazzling techniques that forced Emosen into a desperate defense.
Orsaga unleashed one precise, fluid move after another, throwing Emosen into chaos.
After several minutes of relentless combat, Alison gave up on her plan to wear Orsaga down with long-range attacks.
She had realized—no matter how much magic she expended, Orsaga's energy was bottomless. He fought like magic cost him nothing at all.
She was starting to feel exhausted, yet he remained calm, collected, and terrifyingly efficient—like he was merely out for a stroll.
His absurdly vast mana reserves filled her with dread.
Now wielding her bow as a melee weapon, Alison turned to close-quarters combat. The bow's twin limbs glimmered like blades, slashing through the air with brilliant arcs of energy.
Her strikes were like a deadly dance, graceful yet devastating.
Orsaga didn't dare be careless. He condensed his flames into a massive sword three to four meters long and met her blows head-on.
In his eyes, this female elf was far more dangerous than the male—both in terms of energy and combat skill.
Even the plague viruses he'd released in the surroundings had little effect on her.
And it wasn't just Orsaga who found the fight difficult. Alison was equally shocked.
She had never imagined a High Rank demon could be this powerful—able to fight her while simultaneously suppressing a veteran demigod like Emosen, and making it look easy.
At this rate, Emosen's dignity was about to be crushed beyond repair…
As their battle dragged on, the land around them—stretching several kilometers—was reduced to rubble. Craters of all shapes and sizes dotted the battlefield, making the terrain resemble the cratered surface of a moon.
Eventually, sensing that his opponents were again trying to call for reinforcements, Orsaga—who had been fighting one against two—made a quick decision.
With a flicker of dark energy, he slipped into an sub- dimensional space and retreated from the battlefield.
He left behind the two elves, standing frozen in place—too wary to give chase. Their eyes were filled with vigilance…
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