Strong Reinforcements Arrive

On the walls of Azure Fortress, Midir was still exerting every ounce of his strength to maintain the Light Prison before him.

However, the massive hole that had been blasted through the chest of the Amalgam pinned beneath Unit 23 had slowly healed. It was now back to its full, vigorous state.

Without its arms to provide leverage, Unit 23 could no longer easily suppress the creature's movements. Before long, the monster managed to break free from beneath it.

“Everyone, attack! We must hold it back even if it costs us our lives! We cannot let Mr. Midir and the others be interrupted!”

Seeing the Amalgam break free and prepare to charge toward the black-gowned Void Demon, Blake’s amplified voice cut through the clamor. He inspired the remaining soldiers to quickly assemble, forming a solid battle formation to block this overbearing monster. Rosal did not hesitate either, joining the fray as she charged toward the black figure.

However, the massive chasm in their respective strengths made all these efforts seem pale and futile. The Amalgam’s hulking frame rampaged across the battlefield; every charge was accompanied by the wails of soldiers as they fell.

If it hadn't been so desperate to rescue its trapped clone, its mere physical collisions would have been enough to turn this entire battlefield into a living hell.

In such a desperate situation, Rosal grit her teeth and made a startling decision.

Ignoring Blake’s exclamation of alarm, she resolutely leaped onto the Amalgam’s massive, lizard-like head. Thunderwing instantly disassembled in her hands, transforming into four streaks of flashing lightning. Guided by her Metal-type Battle Qi, they became like precision arrows, stabbing ruthlessly into the Amalgam’s vital points.

The four sharp blades followed the complex folds of the Amalgam’s neck, piercing its skin like surgical scalpels. Two of the longer blades embedded themselves deeply into its tough muscle.

The other two, one long and one short, bounced off its thick outer hide and were nimbly caught back into Rosal’s hands.

Stung by the pain, the Amalgam’s upper body began to twist frantically in an attempt to throw Rosal off its back. At the same time, its humanoid head whipped around, its sharp fangs lunging for Rosal’s face as if to devour her in a single bite.

Seeing the approaching fangs, Rosal did not hesitate to stab her remaining two swords into the Amalgam’s eyes—the only weakness she had observed.

Even for a monster as invulnerable as this, its eyes were undoubtedly one of its few vital spots. Although the sword tips failed to pierce the hard skull, they successfully punctured the Amalgam’s eyeballs.

A painful howl erupted from the creature as black liquid splashed everywhere, drenching Rosal’s armor.

Just as Rosal thought her attack had worked and prepared to catch her breath, the Amalgam suddenly opened its cavernous maw. A fountain of foul-smelling, stench-ridden venom sprayed out, pelting her head and face.

In this life-or-death moment, Rosal’s mind remained surprisingly calm. She quickly pulled down the Shadow Leopard fur cloak from her back, wrapping her body tightly within it.

The venom landed on the cloak like raindrops, making a sizzling sound. While it barely managed to protect Rosal from the deadly poison, the monster’s massive hand swung out as it struggled, slamming heavily into her.

In the next instant, Rosal’s petite frame was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. She traced an arc through the air before hitting the ground heavily dozens of meters away, tumbling several times before finally coming to a halt.

She struggled to stand, but the intense pain made her almost unable to move. Blood slowly seeped from her mouth and nose, staining her collar, while her disheveled hair added to her battered appearance.

Fortunately, Aila’s meticulous preparations before they set out had saved her life. The full set of high-quality equipment forged by the dwarves protected her body.

Despite suffering such a heavy blow, the gear had effectively cushioned the impact, shielding her from even more severe injuries. Otherwise, that single strike would have been enough to kill her on the spot.

However, the current situation did not allow her any time to rest.

As she regained her senses, she realized she was far from the battle group led by Blake. She was now isolated and alone amidst a swarm of Void Demons that were frantically surging onto the wall.

The various forms of Void Demons stared at her with bloodthirsty glints in their eyes, closing in step by step.

To make matters worse, her weapons were still deeply embedded in the frenzied Amalgam. At this moment, she was practically unarmed. Facing the tide of enemies rushing toward her, Rosal was like a helpless lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves, her situation becoming critical.

Seeing this from a distance, Ronald quickly took command of the spear armaments behind him. They traced blue and white trajectories through the air, instantly forming a sturdy shield around Rosal.

This defense bought her a brief moment of respite. However, under the frantic and continuous assault of the Void Demons, the shield’s light gradually dimmed, looking as if it might shatter at any moment.

Under the protection of the barrier, Rosal stood up unsteadily, using all her strength to find her footing.

She watched the thinning blue light before her, a look of resolve appearing in her fiery red eyes. Reaching back, she tore off a piece of her damaged cloak and wrapped it tightly around her forearms, preparing for a fight to the death.

Just as she intended to charge out of the barrier to fight the Void Demons to the end, a clear, long bird cry suddenly pierced the sky. It echoed across the entire battlefield like a heavenly melody, instantly drawing the attention of every living thing on the wall.

The cry coming from within the clouds was resonant and powerful. Under the soothing influence of the bird’s call, the panicked hearts of the soldiers actually began to calm, as if they had received some form of strength and comfort.

In contrast, the Void Demons appeared exceptionally agitated. They all looked up toward the sky, letting out bursts of hissing as if responding to that unknown summons.

Rosal’s hands, which had been raised mid-air, slowly lowered. She stared blankly at the sky. That familiar melody seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space, carrying her back to the distant past. Fragments that had echoed in her dreams countless times surged into her heart once more.

A beautiful gold-red bird broke through the thick clouds and descended slowly from the sky. Its massive wings, over ten meters wide, flapped gently, and its brilliant tail feathers fluttered behind it in the wind.

Its arrival brought a warm gust of wind to the autumn mountaintop, and everyone's weary bodies seemed to find a sense of rejuvenation in that moment.

Atop the bird’s back stood a tall figure clad in bright silver armor.

A heavy purple greatsword was slung across his back. His bright red hair looked like a mass of blazing fire, and his handsome, well-defined face exuded a cold aura that stood in stark contrast to the warmth of the bird beneath his feet.

The red-haired man looked down to inspect the wall below, his brow furrowed slightly as if he were making his own judgment of the situation.

Then, with a sudden movement, he leaped from the bird’s back. Purple lightning instantly enveloped his body, and like a meteor streaking across the sky, he landed steadily in front of Rosal.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Everyone’s gaze was drawn to this sudden arrival.

The beautiful gold-red bird followed close behind. After circling a few times in the air, it landed gracefully beside the red-haired man.

The moment they touched down, they seemed to carry a scorching heat that made even the surrounding air tremble. The ice that Midir had meticulously constructed on the wall began to melt under the invasion of this heatwave, turning into crystalline droplets of water that pitter-pattered onto the ground.

Rosal’s gaze was locked tightly onto the red-haired man. This was the figure that haunted her dreams, appearing countless times in her sleep, yet now he stood before her in reality.

Thousands of words surged in her heart—she wanted to speak, to ask questions, to express her longing and her joy.

However, at this moment, she felt as if an invisible force was clutching her throat, making her unable to utter a single word.

Her eyes grew moist, and tears welled up, yet they refused to fall. She could only watch him silently, letting the emotions in her heart surge like a rising tide.

The red-haired man seemed to sense Rosal’s complex emotions. His gaze softened considerably, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.