Chapter 7 - 7

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"What... what kind of demons is this?!"

Staring at the sudden sea of thorns and swarm of bloody butterflies that seemed to come back to life amid the flames, both Dragon King Membeli and Heretia wore deeply grim expressions.

Before they could even make sense of the situation or react,

The sea of thorns erupted violently. Countless thorns burst from the ground and launched a lethal attack on the two unparalleled warriors. Although the thorns' attack was not as vivid as the dragon breath fire or the divine magic, the dense, chilling aura surrounding them and the suffocating oppression they brought were enough to make both of them feel the threat of death.

Apart from the thorns coming from the ground,

Above them, The bloody butterflies danced gracefully in the sky, forming a wave of red aura that surged towards them from all directions. Membeli's extraordinary intuition told him that either being entangled by the thorns or swallowed by the swarm of bloody butterflies would result in his downfall here.

There was no doubt; they were in a crisis unlike any they had faced before.

Compared to the challenges they faced while combating the Demon King with Anze, this was far more severe.

However,

As warriors who had survived countless life-and-death battles and reached this level of prowess, neither Membeli nor Heretia were ones to give up easily. The enemy was powerful, and resisting might leave them with a slim chance of survival, but not resisting would only await them a tragic end of being consumed and dying...

To evoke a miracle, one must not give up hope.

After taking a deep breath and suppressing the rising sense of despair within him,

Membeli's eyes hardened, and the magic power within him started to rage uncontrollably. Even his soul began to burn gradually, transforming into an endless source of energy that elevated his momentum.

Glancing at the blue-haired woman not far away who had already begun chanting a forbidden spell, Membeli let out an intense hysterical roar.

"Heretia! Let's go all out against these demons!"

Accompanied by a ground-shaking dragon roar,

But,

Simply holding out wasn't enough;

What they needed was victory.

For that reason, while dodging attacks, they unleashed one powerful spell after another, sufficient to annihilate armies in an instant. These were aimed at the black-haired girl in an attempt to inflict heavy damage. Yet, their attacks—observed keenly by Membeli and Heretia—easily bypassed the vine defenses and hit the young girl squarely.

However,

Neither the relentless dragon fire breath bombardments nor the consecutive bursts of holy magic, spear thrusts of the Dragon King, or their coordinated attacks could inflict any real damage on the black-haired girl. Even when they turned the mysterious thorny vines surrounding her into ash and disintegrated her thin animal-skin attire, not a single scratch appeared on her...

If there was,

The wound would heal in an instant,

Leaving the girl unscathed.

During these successive bombardments, as her clothes were almost completely disintegrated, countless bloody butterflies swarmed in to cover the naked body, instantly dissolving into numerous crimson energy particles. These particles reconvened and astonishingly transformed into a bloody red dress.

This dress added to the girl's beauty and exuded an aura of bewitching elegance...

Time and time again, their powerful onslaughts would have led to the downfall of their greatest enemy—the Demon King—had he been defenseless. However, the black-haired girl seemed unfazed,

Simply controlling her bloody butterflies to corner them dispassionately.

On the surface, both sides were at a stalemate.

But,

As time passed,

Membeli grew more anxious, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He knew this deadlock was pointless. They were running out of energy while the enemy was virtually unscathed. Once exhausted, they'd be instantly enveloped and annihilated by the bloody butterflies and thorny whips below...

They needed to break through, now.