Chapter 123: The Fall of Adolf (Part 10)
Before the two stood a tall figure with white cheeks, erect like a poplar tree. He wore dragon armor, sported a phoenix-feathered helmet, and draped a blue-purple cloak around his waist. Holding a blazing red long sword, he was handsome, and his eyes were filled with intense disgust for the demon of lust.
The overwhelming pressure radiating from him caused the sensitive demon of lust present to blush and gasp for breath.
The Guardian of Osuan, a descendant of the first elf king, Ainareo. A defeated foe of the first elf king, the legendary demon of lust Nakali had been resurrected, vowing to wipe out the bloodline of the first elf king. He had succeeded yet failed; he nearly exterminated all descendants of Ainareo among the high elves.
Until he encountered the Guardian of Osuan and his biological brother, everyone witnessed the legendary demon of lust Nakali engulfed in flames, being chased and slashed by the young Guardian of Osuan, ultimately forced to leap into the sea. From that moment on, the demon of lust Nakali could never overcome the Guardian of Osuan.
“Impossible! How could the Guardian of Osuan trust a daughter of lust?”
It was not easy to pull someone in; trust had to go both ways. The person being pulled had to become the chosen one of Jima. In the realm of mysticism, it was akin to sacrificing half of one’s life, laid on the chopping block for the other to butcher. How could the renowned Guardian of Osuan, possessing both capability and responsibility, trust a succubus?
The Guardian of Osuan had no obligation to answer questions; he was pressed for time. He needed to guard the great whirlpool, where a battle was still ongoing, and he was just temporarily unnecessary. He coldly asked, “Demon King Jima, where is my daughter? And where is that short-lived being named George?”
Jima pointed to the bee demon of lust and said, “It seems she sent someone to hold up George and his companions.”
Hmph! The Guardian of Osuan looked at the bee demon of lust, his starry eyes seemingly shooting out lightning: “You are the first.”
The bee demon of lust replied, “Sister, don’t deceive me.”
The prince of the double-snakes demon then looked at the warriors of the demon clan beside him with his naive and gentle black eyes, smiling, “Brothers, let’s lend a hand together.”
Ah ah ah! A high-pitched scream rang out.
It was the bee demon of lust screaming; one of her arms had been severed and scorched, spinning in the air as the Guardian of Osuan launched an attack, wielding his blazing sword as swiftly as a fan. It was clear that the Guardian of Osuan was in a hurry.
Jima was using her doppelgänger to escape the ambush from the prince of the double-snakes demon while maintaining the Guardian’s presence, which was already consuming her magical power. While striving to absorb the magical wind to restore her power using an arcane conductor, she also aimed for a quick resolution. Everyone was racing against time.
She swiftly scanned the situation with her fleeting glance and saw the bee demon of lust, moving like a wisp of smoke, rapidly escape into the ranks of the charging demon warriors, while her severed arm continued to spin upward.
Damn! Can this group of cannon fodder hold me off for a while?
Using the pain power obtained from the bee demon of lust, Jima beat her wings fervently, accelerating towards the arm, attempting to retrieve it and exact vengeance. However, the white mist-like pain power emanating from the bee demon of lust was suddenly severed, as her opponent was also a master in manipulating pain.
Jima’s speed visibly slowed.
I most despise encountering rivals.
A sweet voice approached as the prince of the double-snakes demon unexpectedly appeared before her, his dual blades and snake tail lunging toward Jima.
“Too slow, sister.”
Forced to retreat, Jima’s gaze leapt over the prince of the double-snakes demon’s shoulder, catching sight of the Guardian of Osuan plunging into a throng of minions.
No! I must clear the path for him!
The dragon Marvo overhead had already swooped down to save her, but Jima pointed toward the battlefield and shouted, “Dragon! Burn the minions!”
Hiss.
The voice of the serpent approached, and in the air, Jima’s wings fluttered like dancing, narrowly evading a dozen snake bites and attacks. Continuous assaults had compromised her balance.
What skill! Unfortunately, the raw strength is insufficient.
She had to grit her teeth and persist, but she hadn’t heard the sound of the dragon’s breath.
What is happening?
The prince of the double-snakes demon, charging towards her, suddenly abandoned his attack, soaring past like a meteor, leaving behind several truncated snake tails, directly the Guardian of Osuan.
Jima maneuvered her wings to regain balance. She saw the tall figure of the bee demon of lust standing unwavering amidst the minions, her face expressing disbelief yet tinged with joy.
The Guardian of Osuan, amidst the crowd of minions, directly severed the bee demon of lust. At this moment, her arm finally dropped to the ground, bouncing a few times. The prince of the double-snakes demon flew swiftly, shouting as he flew, “As expected of the Guardian of Osuan.”
Bang bang bang!
Bullets caught up to him, the prince of the double-snakes demon’s form momentarily sinking in the air, stumbling, disappearing into the clouds.
Jima flapped her wings as the dragon Marvo lowered its head, allowing Jima to land atop the dragon’s head, observing the Guardian of Osuan before her. He appeared mostly unharmed, except for a damaged scale on his armor. Jima speculated that he must have risked his armor to hasten the conclusion of the battle, disregarding enemy attacks.
Jima sweetly smiled, “Rest assured, I will take good care of your daughter; we have a great relationship.”
The Guardian of Osuan glanced at Jima and said, “Tell the emperor of the empire that the high elves have not abandoned their allies.”
With that, he danced the blazing sword in the air, and his form vanished into thin air, the surging magical power ceased to burn.
Was it not just for his daughter?
Turning the rifle in her hand into a branch axe-gun, Jima tapped the dragon Marvo’s head and pointed to the ground where a group of demon disciples and the headless corpse of the bee demon of lust lay, saying, “All of this is mine.”
“Understood, my king,” the dragon Marvo took a deep breath.
“Scatter quickly!”
The demon disciples shouted, the group with severed heads hanging at their waists hurriedly dispersed. As they turned to the buildings on either side of the street, an overwhelming wave of breath engulfed them.
Jima hurled the branch axe-gun at the body of the headless bee demon of lust, causing it to shudder violently amid the breath, the white pain power spreading.
At this moment, on the hillside outside the city, the red pain power from the bee demon of lust shot out, piercing the eyes of a sergeant on the cross. They were compelled to sacrifice themselves to protect a city that was falling, with comrades slaughtered, feeding the bee demon of lust with pain power.
But now, they saw the ancient walls of Adolf, and the white pain power spread, forming an image of the bee demon of lust howling in agony before suddenly exploding. Instantly, the pain nails that had pierced their hands vanished without a trace.
Jima stood atop the dragon Marvo, hastening toward the Sigma Cathedral, her heart filled with pain power as she hurried her hands. She only managed to gather four or five dozen doomsday knights; the rest were either held back or their will was diminished.
They were all smart individuals, realizing that moving forward with her would only make them cannon fodder like the vanguard outside the city.
Jima felt anxious as if she were a student about to take an exam; despite her efforts to prepare thoroughly, the enemy’s formidable strength and numerous competitors left her uncertain of victory.
Beneath her, the dragon Marvo was designed to wield painful weapons aimed at the Everlasting Chosen; truly to slay the Everlasting Chosen, or the emperor’s holy sword, or the emperor’s Hammer of Sigma.
At that moment, Jima saw King Richard the Lionheart, leading riders among numerous pegasus knights and cavalry guards, combating fiercely in the skies above Adolf. Occasionally, pegasi and demons fell from the sky, landing on the ground symmetrically mirroring the Sigma Cathedral. Jima recalled that it seemed to be another temple, perhaps that of the healing goddess Salaya.
As the Sigma Church prided itself on being the state religion, it naturally could not coexist with chaotic gods.
Jima wanted to devise a way to bridge the kilometer distance to notify King Richard to join the battle, concentrating their forces to bring down the Everlasting Chosen.
But at that moment, a shining flare ascended into the sky, bursting with yellow light.
It was the signal previously agreed upon with George; if they could not arrive soon, they would fire the yellow signal flare to see if they could gather.
Jima immediately commanded the dragon Marvo to turn around, leading the doomsday knights toward the signal flare location. She knew that the Sigma Cathedral could fall at any moment, with the imperial defenders and strong allies fighting with their lives to buy precious time against the Everlasting Chosen’s blades.
However, Jima had her principles; if they could concentrate their strength, they would gather all forces.
Jima urged the branch axe-gun shimmering with white lightning, striking Marvo, “Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!”
On the other side, bodies of knights lay on the street, along with piles of furious demons. Several dying griffins sprawled on the ground. Initially, they had gathered to swoop in for aid, but helplessly the world-ending army occupied the skies, forcing them to land, and on the ground, a vast sea of world-ending troops awaited.
George led the charge, swinging his sword to split the roaring Chosen Ones in two.
He stepped over the fallen banner of the fallen Kalon Fort, many demons marching over the corpses, blocking the reinforcements at this critical traffic junction.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”
The endless arrows from the quiver claimed the lives of several furious demons, but to the entire horde of furious demons, it was as if only a few drops of paint had been lost.
Evelyn lightly leapt across the battlefield, arriving by George’s side. “If this continues, we will be late.”
George heard nothing, fiercely wielding his holy sword, cutting down a few among the throngs of people, but more demonic soldiers surged forward. They ascended into an expanse of sky fragmented by houses, packed with furious demons.
“Boom!”
Flames swept through the sky, charring the furious demons, causing them to plummet, their charred bodies emitting smoke as a dragon head emerged, on which stood a triumphant and spirited Jima, tossing her black hair and shouting, “Want to ride the Marshah express? The destination is Sigma Cathedral.”
Above George’s head, white light formed several words: “You came just in time.”
