Aila’s complexion gradually regained its rosy color, and her breathing became steady and strong. The flame of life burned brightly within her once more.
Seeing that Aila’s breathing had stabilized, Midir’s heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into place. He breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze instinctively falling upon the pendant at her wound that was emitting a soft green light.
The pendant was shaped like a crescent moon. It was made of an unknown material that appeared elegant and mysterious under the faint glow.
Midir stared at the pendant, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welling up within him. He tried hard to remember, wanting to confirm if he had truly seen such a thing at some point or in some place before.
The feeling was both distant and clear, like a fragment of a dream flickering in his mind. This caused him to subconsciously reach out, wanting to touch that green crescent moon.
But just as he was about to touch the pendant, Aila suddenly opened her eyes. She saw Midir looking at her blankly, his hand reaching toward her chest... and the clothes covering her chest had already been torn open.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!”
Aila’s sudden awakening was accompanied by a deafening scream that instantly shattered the surrounding silence and jolted Midir from his reverie.
He hurriedly retracted his hand, his face written with embarrassment and confusion.
“You’re okay now... Haha!”
Midir tried to use laughter to ease the sudden awkward atmosphere, but his laugh couldn't hide a hint of guilt. He scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting around as he didn't dare to look directly into Aila’s eyes, which were filled with shame and indignation.
“You... you... you!”
Aila’s face flushed crimson. She stammered, wanting to express her dissatisfaction, but the words wouldn't come out when they reached her lips.
She looked down at her torn clothes, then up at Midir, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. Finally, she let out a soft sigh and struggled to stand up from Midir’s arms, but she nearly collapsed again due to excessive blood loss.
Midir reacted quickly and stepped forward to support her, while guiltily turning his head to the side, not daring to meet her gaze. “You shouldn't be wandering around. Sit down and rest!”
Aila didn't refuse. She inconspicuously tidied the clothes at her chest and then sat down against a section of a relatively intact broken wall.
She looked down at the ground, at a loss, trying to calm her heart. As time passed, the flush on her face gradually faded.
“I’m fine now... Are you okay too? Go back and support the others quickly. Don't worry about me. My Battle Qi is just a bit depleted right now, so I won't have much combat strength for a while.”
Aila’s words carried a hint of determination and helplessness. She tried to make her voice sound more convincing as she weakly waved her hand at Midir and pointed toward the distant wall.
“Really? I don't need to worry about you?” Midir finally turned his head and looked at Aila seriously, his dark pupils revealing deep concern.
Seeing this, the flush that had finally faded from Aila’s face rushed back. She hurriedly waved her hands, her voice even trembling slightly from urgency.
“Really, really, I’m not lying to you! Go! Hurry! Now! Immediately!” Her tone was urgent, as if she were afraid Midir would change his mind.
Midir finally let out a long breath. He turned to leave her side, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back.
He quickly and meticulously set up several layers of magic shields. Each layer shimmered with a different light, clearly set specifically to ensure Aila’s safety.
“I feel much better now.”
Midir muttered to himself. Although Aila was giving him a murderous glare from the side, Midir only smiled slightly—a smile tinged with apology and helplessness.
Finally, under Aila’s complex gaze, Midir activated teleportation, and his figure disappeared into the ruins.
...
At this moment, the scene atop the wall was like a living hell; the word “tragic” was no longer enough to describe even a fraction of it.
Under the fierce assault of the woman in the black gown, the monster, Azura, and the endless stream of small Void Demons, the defensive line of the garrison was on the verge of collapse.
In just a few short minutes, more than half of the thousands of brave soldiers had been lost, and the casualty count was still climbing at an alarming rate.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, and the wails of wounded warriors rose and fell. The blood flowing on the ground gathered into rivers, winding down the wall in a shocking display.
Blake led the remaining troops in a fighting retreat, vowing to protect the few remaining magic crystal cannon batteries. The armless Iron Man No. 23 was using its legs to replace its broken hands, struggling to repel the Void Demons surging like a tide.
Meanwhile, Rosal acted like a guardian deity, staying close to Blake and precisely eliminating every enemy that tried to break through the line.
However, facing the relentless advance of the woman in the black gown and her monster, a look of despair appeared in the eyes of all three.
Just as Ronald was preparing to have them jump onto the giant to abandon the battery and evacuate, a brilliant white light sliced through the sky, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.
At that moment, the twisted monster was about to leap toward the next battery. That beam of white light piercing the sky was like the Reaper's scythe, penetrating the monster’s chest with unstoppable force and leaving a gaping hole the width of a man’s arm.
Seeing this, the woman in the black gown spun around and looked toward the source of the light. Clad in elemental armor, Midir had quietly appeared behind her and Azura.
Before Azura could react, a complex spatial fluctuation bound him tightly like a cage. Then, in a twist of light, he vanished into thin air without leaving a trace of a struggle.
“How is this possible?” For the first time, a flash of disbelief and surprise crossed the woman’s crimson eyes. She stared incredulously at the completely unharmed Midir, her voice filled with shock.
“The sneak attack by the Amalgam... even a powerful warrior shouldn't be able to recover so quickly. How did you, a mere mage, do it!”
Midir did not directly respond to her questioning. Instead, he slowly straightened his posture, meeting her gaze with a deep and calm look, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Just good luck.”
He spoke softly, but then his voice suddenly turned cold, like a winter wind cutting into the woman’s ears.
“But now, it’s your turn to consider your own fate. Are you ready to face death?”
These brief words contained endless rage and resolve, as if they were ice from the depths of hell, causing the surrounding air to freeze.
“You merely teleported my puppet away. Do you really think you can defeat me in a one-on-one fight? Hahaha! Then let me tell you some good news—the me now is completely different from the me earlier!”
The woman’s laughter carried a hint of mockery and confidence, as if everything were under her control.
As her manic laughter fell, the black wings behind her suddenly deformed, turning into two giant black hands that pounced toward Midir like the claws of death.
Facing this sudden offensive, Midir’s eyes sharpened. His hands quickly formed seals as he gave a light shout.
“Light Prison!”
Two beams of dazzling white light shot from his palms, instantly interweaving into a sturdy cage of light that firmly trapped those two giant black hands in mid-air.
He had thought that the Void Demon’s strength would be restricted after locking down those two hands, but Midir didn't expect her to rush forward directly, aiming a hand-blade strike at him.
Her figure flashed, turning into a black shadow as she charged straight at Midir. A thick black light condensed at her sharp nails, forming a sharp hand-blade that slashed ruthlessly toward Midir’s chest.
Boom! With a loud bang, Midir’s elemental armor was actually sliced open, leaving a large gash that revealed the firm muscle and shimmering magic runes beneath.
But Midir did not retreat. Reacting quickly, he grabbed the Void Demon’s wrist and used her momentum to perform a clean shoulder throw, slamming her heavily onto the hard ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Seeing that his strike had landed, Midir immediately pulled out Starflame and stabbed downward, the blade imbued with bone-chilling ice.
However, as if she had seen through his intentions, the Void Demon’s form turned into black smoke once more and disappeared from beneath him.
Starflame pierced through the black smoke and sank deep into the floor. A powerful burst of cold air erupted instantly, covering a large area of the wall with a thick layer of white frost.
A moment later, the black smoke slowly coalesced a short distance away, and the Void Demon’s figure reappeared. She seemed completely unbothered by Midir’s attack, a playful smile curving her lips.
“Your strength is decent, but if you want to defeat me, you're far from it.”
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