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With a wry smile, Finn drew his short blade from his back. His spear was broken, and his arm was numb. That was all he could do.
"Everyone!!"
Lefia watched from behind, her heart pounding, her large, watery eyes blinking frantically to keep the tears from falling.
From her perspective, everything happened as fast as lightning. In just a few flashes, half of her companions, who had launched a fierce attack with all their might, fell down.
How could she not be heartbroken?
"Lefia, focus! Look at me!"
However, Ais hardened her heart and refused to look at those things. She frowned, and wisps of golden mist rose from her body, rapidly absorbing the pure magic power from the outside world.
After the intense battle, she deeply understood where her limits lay.
Six wings—that's a height I can't reach right now. The only right thing to do is to rely on the strength of others.
War needs a leader, a shining hero to shout the slogan of protecting everyone.
However, even a hero needs support, and what she gives to others will surely be reciprocated.
buzzing...
The depleted fountain was rapidly restored with the infusion of Lefia's abundant magic power. The process was both familiar and strange, and Ais just kept sailing forward, unaware of where the end was.
Little did she know that, as a favorite of fate, her magnanimity was unfathomable. Once her aura awakened, she would surpass it every time she reached her limit!
"Just a little more, just a little more!"
He clenched her hand, and the girl's hair began to flutter, making her look like a dazzling torch.
At this point, let me be a little greedier and save up a little more, even if it's just a little!
"...It really is different now."
Noticing Ais's change behind her, Alfia chuckled softly.
However, while we may admire them, as enemies, we still have to do what needs to be done.
Her figure blurred, transforming into a swift gust of wind, a sword piercing the cold wind, as she swooped down towards Finn and Riveria.
! !
Finn felt a chill run down his spine and his body was colder than ever before, without any of the usual excitement he used to feel.
He stood in front of his own mages, his once reliable protective magical veil now appearing as fragile as paper.
In the blink of an eye, the gray shadow, which was not ferocious but extremely terrifying, was already in front of them!
call!
Without any hesitation, Alfia swung her slender, smooth hand blade, capable of cutting through steel and iron!
Finn's pupils shrank, and he dared not activate his demonic transformation. He could only rely on his lifelong agility to dodge and defend. He retreated backward repeatedly, his short blade flashing through the air. Several times it seemed that he had cut Alfia in two, but in reality, the distance between them was constantly decreasing.
Clap!
Finn managed to hold out for a few rounds thanks to the top-tier weapon forged by Tsubaki, but those rounds only lasted a few seconds.
Finally, just as he revealed an obvious opening while wielding his blade, Alfia spun on one foot, her skirt blooming like a flower amidst a black curtain, and with a side spin, struck Finn's numb arm hard.
The dull cracking sound of bones breaking was so piercing; the excessively ruthless force penetrated directly into the body, leaving Finn barely able to move, yet severely weakened.
His tightly pursed lips were stained red with blood, which was forcibly erased before Riveria could anxiously use magic.
"Aaaaaaah!!! You wretched woman!!!"
A throat-ripping roar came from behind. Bert's footwork was surprisingly sluggish at this moment. After using all his trump cards and severely damaging his lineup, his belated return was of little significance. The only outcome was to suffer another liver-splitting chop to the side.
"Ugh!"
Pressed to the ground by the excruciating pain in his internal organs, Bert's eyes were bloodshot and filled with resentment.
His fur began to stand on end. At this critical moment of life and death, the wolf within him, deep in his bones, finally broke through the limitations of the full moon night and began to reveal his true nature.
His gray fur turned thick and long like needles, and his ten sharp claws crushed the ground like tofu. The werewolf's growls were bloodthirsty and chaotic. His lost reason and pain constantly aroused his ferocity.
His strength has grown explosively in a way that is visible to the naked eye, and he may be able to leap to the level of a strong person in level 7.
However, that was only level 7.
boom!
Alfia didn't give her opponent a chance to show off her new tricks. She stomped down on the werewolf's head, burying it completely into the ground and creating a ring of undulating spiderweb-like cracks.
Seeing that the other party was still making a move, he struck twice more.
"Bad dog."
Looking back at Finn, who was barely clinging to life, and Riveria, who was still determined to unleash her magic, Alfia had already lost all interest.
She stood tall and proud, her gaze passing over the tense two people, but still no sign of Ais's return.
"Ugh……"
I'm not some kind of demon, so why do we have to push this to the very end?
Little girl, in the real battle, who will leisurely wait for you to make full preparations?
With this in mind, Alfia took action again.
She remembered the stunning beauty of that little girl shrouded in black seven years ago.
Even now, she is still delighted by Ais's potential.
If defeating all those he cherishes can push that realm forward once more, then Alfia will not hesitate!
Ultimately, this world belongs to the individual.
In the face of extraordinary individual power, all groups are merely useless burdens and superfluous branches!
Wake up.
She took a step, and a dark shadow rose again behind her.
Only the two of us can bring this grand finale to a close!
381. I'll say it three times because it's important: Sinye, Sinye, Sinye!!
381.
Bert, now in his werewolf form, was easily defeated, and the Queen's boots were stained with crimson blood.
She looked at Ais, who was still trying to process herself, and indicated that her patience had reached its limit.
This world waits for no one; no one will wait until you are fully prepared.
If you need a little excitement, then I will provide it without hesitation!
chap!
Stones flew everywhere beneath Alfia's feet, her afterimage flashing as she charged straight at Finn and Riveria, whose expressions had drastically changed.
【Dimension. Interruption! 】
Fortunately, this time, Riveria activated her defensive magic first. A ball of light, symbolizing absolute protection, trapped the two of them inside. The pure magical energy formed a perfectly round and all-around envelopment, giving the enemy no chance to invade.
But nothing in this world is without flaws.
There is no invincible shield, nor invincible spear; in the realm of mortals, everything has its limits.
【Gospel】
Alfia remained expressionless, her palm pressed against the eggshell's defenses, and with a single strike, she shattered it, creating numerous cracks!
Absolute defense can be achieved by continuously reducing its strength with stronger attacks.
【Gospel!】
boom!
Five seconds later, another heart-stopping shock came, and a piercing buzzing sound reverberated in the confined safe space, making it almost impossible for Finn and Riveria to keep their bodies upright.
Before they could recover, they witnessed the third sonic wave erupting right before their eyes!
【Gospel!】
Clap!
The outer wall of the dimensional barrier was forcibly breached in just fifteen seconds!
In the original work, the strongest shield that withstood the massive magical bombardment from the Fallen Fairy's clone shattered.
Those fragments of magical light appeared thin and powerless, truly like eggshells.
No one could stop her.
Blood and tears streamed from Finn's eyes due to the sonic attack. Before Alfia could make her move, he abandoned his reason and unleashed a super-fast attack, driven by the curse of the ferocious magic spear.
The result is naturally futile.
Before Alfia, all beastly behavior is tantamount to self-destruction.
When an experienced adventurer abandons his greatest advantage, all his remaining attributes become insignificant in the face of a "monster of talent."
Dodging the slash to the side, Finn delivered a horizontal strike to his neck, causing a cracking sound in his cervical spine and instantly extinguishing the flames in his eyes.
His physique was no longer reassuring; he had reverted to the frailty of a dwarf, collapsing limply to the ground.
Alfia, after taking another look, picked up the well-preserved short blade.
"It's Chun's work; that woman has grown up too."
Although she didn't get along well with that carefree guy, Alfia always recognized talented people.
Fifteen years ago, in the time of Zeus and Hera, Chun had already become a star among the blacksmiths of Hephaestus's family.
After playing with it for a while, Alfia got used to the weapon that originally belonged to someone else.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze, as cold as a blade, fell on Riveria, who was at the back.
Even now, the elven mage is still forcibly draining her magic power to operate her spells. Her beauty, which would make even gods and immortals pale in comparison, has not been tainted by despair.
Instead, it exudes an exceptionally stubborn resilience.
But what's the point?
Mages are all individuals with severely unbalanced specializations. A typical firepower turret like Riveria possesses magic that is excessively powerful yet requires lengthy incantations.