Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One: The Autumn of Adolf (Eighteen)
Looking at the disappearing figure of Arcanis.
Several knights scoffed:
“Coward.”
It’s a pity to lose a cannon fodder.
Jima cursed as well: “Faint-hearted.”
The knights were calming the silver pegasus, feeding them water and horse grain. A few Bartho knights were painfully striking down their own steeds with their knight swords.
Jima picked up her legendary Total War command baton and waved it at the empty sky, but there was no response. The strategist from the Nascent Teeth Fairy army and the legions of the Lord of Deceit that had been surrounding her had vanished without a trace. Without that group of “people” to assist her, Jima could issue no commands to her army.
The Demon Queen Jima extended her middle finger towards the pitch-black starless night sky and cursed, “A bunch of cowards.”
Not a single doomsday knight was seen in the sky; Jima guessed they had all fled. If the timing was right, they would definitely pop up from some unknown place to aid the victors.
Now, Jima was left all alone.
A whiff of sweat and blood wafted over, and Jima glanced over in displeasure, spotting a nervous face.
It was the Sword Saint Skari, drenched in sweat, unable to look Jima in the eye: “Hey, hello. Could you take us to the Eternal Chosen one?”
“Did those knights ignore you?”
“Yes, one knight said his horse was already tired and couldn’t carry a third person.”
Jima glanced left and right at them, blinked to divine the information of the few individuals, and deemed them useful as cannon fodder: “Who gets car sick?”
“Not me.”
“There is a type of flying transport that might—”
The wood elf Kairin eagerly pushed Skari aside, patted her chest, and said, “I’m not afraid; I can walk easily on the back of the giant eagle in my homeland. It’s stronger and more majestic than any eagle in the world.”
She sounded just like a proud little rooster.
Jima could not shake the feeling that the wood elf before her was rather unsophisticated.
A cool, feminine voice chimed in: “Is that all? You’d better run over.”
Ivy Frostleaf appeared from nowhere, clad in silver-scaled armor, with long legs as clean as silver threads, elegantly wielding a sturdy bow.
In contrast, the wood elf Kairin wore slightly ill-fitting chain mail, smeared with a mix of black anti-rust oil and dirt, holding a wooden bow, looking more like a rustic girl from the countryside.
Kairin reacted fiercely, saying in elvish, “I’m not like you, spoiled and pampered; we are closer to nature, more—”
Ivy Frostleaf interjected, “Wild.”
“Yes! Wild.”
As Kairin spoke, she put her hands on her hips. Turning back, she saw everyone was staring at Ivy Frostleaf; Ivy swept her gaze over them, and they all redirected their attention to Jima, with Skari among them.
Kairin shot a fierce glare at him, while Skari turned away to look toward the broken wall in the distance where the infected were.
Five minutes later.
The two were squeezed onto the same floating disc.
The wood elf Kairin stood on one leg, tightly clutching the Sword Saint Skari, shouting, “It’s biting my foot!”
Skari said, “Stop moving around; you’ll fall off!”
The floating disc beneath them had its edges split open, revealing sharp teeth, with two eyes glaring viciously at the pair, occasionally trying to bite them.
Jima flapped her wings, holding Ivy Frostleaf’s waist with both hands, leisurely flying past, like a fighter jet carrying missiles.
“Demon!” Kairin shouted, “Tell it to stop biting!”
“Hey, stop biting people,” Jima said.
As soon as Kairin placed her foot on the edge, the floating disc immediately opened its mouth and took a bite, catching the toe of her boot. Kairin yanked her foot back hard, a piece of the boot torn off, revealing a hole in her sock, which was still patched up.
At that moment, Ivy Frostleaf, with her emerald eyes, cast a slight glance.
Kairin felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, her toes awkwardly curling, turning her head to avoid Ivy Frostleaf’s gaze. The red ponytail naturally brushed against the side of Skari’s face.
Skari looked over and asked, “What’s wrong?” He turned his head.
Skari turned again, looking at Jima who was flying beside them, stumbling over his words: “Your Majesty the Demon Queen—”
“Call me Big Boss.”
“Okay, Big Boss.” Skari found this strange, “This floating disc—”
“It’s essentially a demon of the Lord of Deceit,” Jima said. “If the passengers are weak, it will eat the owner; some severely injured knights were literally eaten alive.”
Skari gasped: “Is that so? Thank you very much.”
Seeing the wood elf Kairin fall silent, her side profile flushed, it wasn’t from shyness.
“Is that the deerskin boot you wore when you fled your homeland?”
“You saw that?”
“The patch on your sock is gray.”
Kairin stomped down hard on Skari’s toe with her heel. He winced in pain: “Why did you step on me?”
“There’s no place for my feet.”
“Actually, your toes are quite cute, so round…”
Jima had no intention of eavesdropping on their conversation; her eyes remained focused below. Adolf Street was practically a graveyard. After closing the fissures, the street was only inhabited by a few shambling undead, and many rotten corpses lay on the ground.
Furthermore, the quiet street fortifications had all been breached, with the bodies of the imperial soldiers sprawled on the broken positions, the imperial flags alongside the Jian dynasty’s standards. Between the rotting buildings, occasional glimpses of a marching army could be seen, but they were all demonic troops.
Only in the distance did the city wall still hold aloft the imperial banner. A massive army was engaged in battle outside the city, contending for this place, but at present, the Armies of Annihilation held the upper hand.
“Jima?” Ivy Frostleaf below said, “What’s the problem now?”
“The problem?” Jima replied while dodging an attack from a furious demon, “It’s a big one. Without an army to restrain them, it’s hard for us to kill the Eternal Chosen. We might even struggle for self-preservation; we might have to flee.”
“As long as my father can win the battle and stabilize the great vortex,” Ivy Frostleaf said, “we will prevail. We can’t rely on the humans.”
Jima suddenly muttered, “The eighteen-second principle.”
“Huh?”
“The Eternal Chosen can foresee the future eighteen seconds ahead,” Jima explained. “As long as we launch an attack, even if the Eternal Chosen prepares for eighteen seconds, it wouldn’t be able to resist. I’m thinking about how to initiate such an attack.”
Just then, a fire vortex erupted from the distant Sigma Cathedral, soaring into the sky, brightly illuminating the surroundings for miles like daylight. At the same time, it seemed to raise a white sun, casting light over all of Adolf.
“It’s Jenna!” Ivy Frostleaf exclaimed. “Mythic state.”
Fortunately, at least it proved there were still people alive inside the Sigma Cathedral. Jima said, “It’s just that things have come to a dead end.”
