Chapter 137: The Autumn of Adolf (23)
The Osuan Guardian was momentarily taken aback, then drew the Flametongue sword, striking towards his own brother with lightning speed. The sword was enveloped in flames and unexpectedly approached his brother Taeger seamlessly.
At the last moment, the Osuan Guardian stopped the sword, the flames licking Taeger’s face as he asked, “Why don’t you dodge?”
Taeger replied, “I know you won’t kill your brother.”
“What trick do you have up your sleeve?”
“I merely want to assist you,” Taeger said. “There was no other way; I originally planned for the true Phoenix King to take the throne and unite the high elves, dark elves, and wood elves—”
“Shut up!” the Osuan Guardian shouted. “Do you think those you’ve betrayed will listen to your nonsense again?”
Taeger smiled calmly, “They won’t.”
The Osuan Guardian couldn’t take it anymore; he charged forward, knocking Taeger down onto the charred ground, gripping his high collar and roaring, “I want to tear that face of yours apart!”
“You have no choice, brother,” Taeger said. “The Great Vortex is only temporarily out of control; you still have a chance. Do you see that building behind you? The Dragon Tamer created the Great Vortex there, drawing in the magical winds to prevent demons from walking among mortals. The Dragon Tamer has lived until now; protect it, hold on for a while, and the Great Vortex will stabilize.”
The distance was thick with Winter Glory demons, and the demon army surged forth from the gaps like a tide—perverse, deformed, and frenzied, it was truly a hell on earth. The remaining elven forces were like a leaf on the crest of this storm.
This was an almost impossible task.
Taeger said, “So you need the world’s best spell for assistance. Brother, you wouldn’t want to see the world head towards its doom, would you?”
The Osuan Guardian still wanted to say something.
Boom! A flash of lightning split the sky, cleaving through the flying demons like a swarm of locusts, illuminating half of the Osuan Guardian’s face. He looked up to see a brilliant blue lightning flash past, disappearing below the surface of the eastern sea.
The Osuan Guardian stood up, “Alright.”
Taeger smiled, “I knew you would—”
The Osuan Guardian punched him in the stomach, causing Taeger to curl up in pain, “This punch is for my daughter, and for all the elves who have died!”
…
Adolf. Jima was tumbling in the air, having crashed into something soft, regaining balance. Opening his eyes, he saw Jenna’s face, her egg-shaped visage radiating white light, almost like a divine appearance.
“Are you alright? Jima.”
“I’m fine.” Jima glanced at his personal system; mana had risen from 12% to 13%, and in just that moment, it jumped to 14%. Jima gasped, “I’m fine, but the world is not; the Great Vortex has collapsed.”
As a demon, Jima’s mana surged amidst the massive tide of magical winds. As an Eternal Chosen, how strong could he become?
“Hahahaha!”
A laughter pierced through the battlefield, overpowering all sounds and eclipsing the magic winds, sounding quite grandiose.
But once he discerned the voice belonged to the Eternal Chosen Marus, all Jima felt was disgust.
The Eternal Chosen Marus gained a lot amidst the magical winds; his wounds, oozing iron juice, healed on their own.
“Eliminate him!”
Jowin led the charge, flanked by a host of silver pegasi knights rushing from the front and sides. The Doomsday Knights launched their assault in Jima’s name from behind the Eternal Chosen, while the Golden Palace mouth recited incantations.
The Eternal Chosen stood tall, unafraid, his cracked lips muttering to himself:
“Finally, my luck has come! All the persistence and sacrifice were not in vain!”
At the Doomsday, he whispered.
George leaped forward,
The sword’s blade aimed at his forehead: “Die!”
The lance, magic, and sharp blades surrounded the Eternal Chosen. He laughed, unabashed in his ecstasy, swinging his sword down; the blade cut through the air, creating a fissure that instantly swallowed him.
All attacks fell short.
Jima, just speaking to Jenna about escaping, saw this scene, his pupils dilating as he shouted, “Not good! Retreat!”
As the magical winds and lightning gathered, the Eternal Chosen had ample magical energy to use space slashes. What’s more terrifying was that the barrier between the magic spring and the mortal realm had thinned; these two facts together led to a horrifying conclusion.
The Eternal Chosen could easily perform short-distance teleportation, and with his true killing ability, there was virtually no chance for escape.
Jima pushed Jenna away.
Sixty meters outside the encirclement, a brilliant blue fissure appeared, and a sword flickered past, then another blue fissure opened several dozen meters away, each fissure coming closer to Jima.
Those fleeting fissures were like the footsteps left by an invisible assassin, closing in step by step.
At this rate, he would inevitably be caught.
Jima, flapping his wings to escape, suddenly shifted direction, flying towards George, arms outstretched, yelling, “George!!! Save me!”
“Die!”
He saw the fiery long sword swung towards him, and in the next instant, Jima was forcibly pulled closer, entering the range of the Eternal Chosen’s blade. The Chosen grasped the sword, slicing down at Jima.
However, his attack lacked the “fate” flavor; when Jima had faced the Valkyrie Chosen’s attacks previously, there was always that feeling of inevitability and despair in being hit by the blade.
Jima quickly assessed the trajectory of the Eternal Chosen’s blade, swinging his branch axe spear in a counterattack. The blade and axe collided, and the axe suffered a significant gouge, with blood splattering.
The branch axe spear yelled, “Ouch! Be gentler!”
With renewed force behind the Eternal Chosen’s bright sword, he pushed the branch axe spear off-center, slicing through Jima’s magic shield; the sword hesitated slightly, and Jima sidestepped just in time to avoid the blade.
“Boom!”
A thunderous explosion roared, deafening.
Jima felt a tremendous force in his hands as the branch axe spear shuddered and flew out of his grip, crashing through the wall and landing in a burning building.
“Die!”
The blade swooped at her neck; Jima’s gaze caught the fiery blade turning transparent—it was a space slash. Confusion surged in his heart.
Using space slashes against Jima would not be very effective; these slashes could ignore all armor, natural defenses, shields, and other obstructions, striking straight at flesh. But Jima didn’t have those; her defenses relied on magic shields, extraordinary charm, and supreme agility.
Yet, Jima still instinctively prepared to use a substitute doll.
At the same time, a beam of white light illuminated Jima’s face, causing her to almost close her eyes. The light transformed into George’s form before her, wielding the holy sword as he swung at the Eternal Chosen’s sword, but at the moment of impact—
The Eternal Chosen and his sword vanished; it was merely a feint—what appeared to be an attack was actually a “teleportation.”
The figure of the Eternal Chosen disappeared, causing Jima to instinctively believe he was flanking for a sneak attack. She immediately leaped up, spinning in the air and scanning around.
George’s voice came from below: “We’ve been tricked! Over by the holy relic! You’re at the three o’clock direction!”
Jima’s gaze turned towards the three o’clock direction, where a blue fissure opened, emitting a flash of blue light. Near the plaza in front of the Sigma Cathedral, a cart carrying the holy relic approached, with the empire’s emperor standing atop it, directing the remaining forces to deal with the suddenly appearing fissure and the demons pouring out from it.
They had no way to protect the holy relic.
A chill crawled up Jima’s spine along her tail.
