Chapter 1602: NO．216：Strict Point, Still on the Road to Saving People!

NO. 216: Serious point, still on the way to save someone!

The love ghost and Razor Dimaga were engaged in battle.

The massive shockwave from the collision of the slender vengeful spirit sword and the sharp wrist blade erupted in midair at 60 meters, bringing with it a violent, spreading gale, and even carrying that half-blade, enormous to ordinary people.

Undoubtedly, before Razor Dimaga's gleaming silver blade that could cut anything it touched, Love Ghost's katana was still somewhat fragile.

The state of being directly severed in the blade clash was indeed unexpected for Love Ghost, but the combat instinct from the Warring States period still drove her to instantly tilt her head aside, dodging the blade shooting out at nearly 10 Mach.

And while many spectators were subconsciously relieved that the giant blade wasn't heading for the ground, they suddenly heard a deep, urn-like cry echoing through the sky.

It made Love Ghost subconsciously turn her head, and just in time she saw, at the edge of her vision where the sky ended, that iron-black silhouette with faint blue light lines breaking through the dark clouds.

The moonlit monster Del Tandardal was clearly turning while decelerating, dodging the broken blade that happened to cut into her cruise path!

Indeed, this was merely an accident.

But for the Blood Silver Raptor, who had been waiting for variables on the Saichang, waiting for accidents to happen, this was the inevitability she had long awaited!

And so, at that moment!

At the fourth second when Del Tandardal let out a cry, urgently decelerated and turned!

The echo of that cry had just ended, as if during a film screening someone had suddenly pressed the mute button.

Everything lost its sound.

At a distance of several kilometers, everyone naturally could not hear the howling of the gale.

The ancient Eubasa did not cry out excitedly, but simply pierced the air torn by the half-blade with a sword-straight trajectory, a posture fearless of life and death, arriving before Del Tandardal!

In an instant, startled the sky, held back the clouds!

Piercing the long sky, the eagle's cry that echoed throughout the campus was so refreshing, and at the same time, straining against the massive resistance that could injure the body, twisting and swinging its wings, it poured forth countless dark-red blade feathers like a waterfall, straight toward the head of the straight-flying Del Tandardal!

At that instant, Aomo and the others, being far away, could only hear Del Tandardal's deep urn-like cry again.

They saw its trajectory slightly dip downward, and at the same time, its sharp head, driven by inertia unclear whether it held killing intent, plunged into Eubasa's embrace.

Before they could hear the renewed, mournful cry, at the moment they saw the collision imminent, the demon vanished entirely from the spot, causing Dalili, who had just turned her head upon hearing the movement, to greet empty air.

And he was already standing on the ground several li outside, holding the Beta Demon Blade, with the card of the Aberrant Bahamut suspended in midair before him, already poised to be struck down by the crystal spur, gazing at the two giant beasts falling together.

But he saw its massive body turn into thick black mist with a slight temporal difference, and then the silhouette of the horse girl falling from the black mist.

Swish!

The dark magic particles could not hold back the four wings fully spread; beneath the scorching radiance gathering on the back was the tangled, snapped electric glow.

The demon, shot out electrically with dual meaning, blurred then reappeared in midair, using teleportation plus dash to directly intercept in high altitude the merely somewhat fatigued, uninjured Qianming.

Just as she hadn't had time to care about a couple of words, she saw that above, a black shadow burst out from the still-present half of the black mist, rushing diagonally backward.

"Ludoke! Don't you want to win back!!"

No response, despite the horse girl hanging in the demon's arms shouting provocations; the other did not turn back, only leaving a trail of black mist that gradually faded with time.

"Chase after it quickly!"

Qianming greeted the demon's head before her, which seemed somewhat distracted.

"That guy completely doesn't care about my victory; his head is full of other horse girls' wishes."

Though somewhat dispirited, Qianming, who had no time to show it, at this moment bore a shadow of Aomo's efficiency-first approach.

And after saying this, she saw the scene before her twist, and the next second, the black-mist-wreathed background was again before her eyes, yet suddenly pulled too far away.

This speed...

"Del Tandardal's re-light particle propulsion; her monster form is not seriously injured, and her ability can still be used immediately."

The demon's explanation came timely, letting her look up, and the thought in her mind instantly turned into a sharp chin.

Hmm, like the true demon of a certain egg-iron and Wiki, the demon's head indeed has a sharp chin with two horns, and from the close-up upward glance, it looks quite dangerous, enough to make ordinary girls retract their heads.

But Qianming is obviously not an ordinary girl; she even slightly raised her neck, trying to get closer to see the vertical chin crease with strong metallic luster, yet again heard the other say:

"Do you think she obediently lets you chase her because that's your wish?"

"Isn't it?"

She tilted half her head outward, trying to see the expression on the face made overly flat by the lack of a nasal bridge.

The result was just no expression.

On that silver face as hard as a visor, only black energy lines extended from the depressions above and below the eye corners on both sides, forming a visual impression of scrutiny from afar, like tear stains up close.

The only thing that could convey any emotional tendency was the white light spot in the eye sockets, which, relying on the black flame contrast present in both eyes, became slightly noticeable visually—but even for Qianming the Great Detective, it was still somewhat hard to make out.

"Perhaps you're not good at reading monsters' emotions."

That demon, who never bowed his head nor stopped flying and teleporting, all along relied on the little Magabasaka closely following the figure ahead to lock onto the target, while the coordinate locator embedded in his somatic cells—Abulon cells—from the cultivation initiation stage, continuously refreshed coordinate data at a frequency of once per 0.5 seconds.

This allowed Aomo to transmit frequently and stably.

Not seeking to immediately catch up with Rudolf, whose state was abnormal and whose entire head had been replaced by black matter, only seeking to wait for an opportunity when the other needed to stop midway.

Such opportunities should be common, for just as in his conversation with Qianming, even before the monster chase began, Qianming had already clarified Rudolf's current purpose.

And at that time, the puppet Magabasaka controlled by Aomo had already been on standby.

Visual sharing, auditory sharing—Qianming clearly saw her obstruction, clearly heard her doubts, and precisely for this reason, he performed naturally from beginning to end.

Naturally looking toward the direction the two monsters took off, naturally observing this chase, then swiftly going to meet, and now giving this further answer.

"If it were me, I could see that the ancient Eubasa you incarnated surpassed Del Tandardal in that moment, the rigid monster displaying another kind of wavering within rigidity."

"..."

"Congratulations, Miss Qianming Representative."

That deep, urn-like trembling voice said so, despite still having no intention to bow his head even a glance.

"Congratulations on your victory, and congratulations on your victory shaking her will, giving me a point to respond to her expression."

"It seems that in your contest with her, she cares more than you and I imagined."

"But it's only some, after all, that guy is just thinking about more horse girls, and besides, he only won once in this kind of place, not yet on the official Saichang."

"A wise judgment, but you could be a little happier about it."

"You be happy for me, come on, take a look at me?"

"..."

"You're not nervous because of this princess carry, are you, Aomo?"

Qianming looked amusedly at the other's unshaking chin, then reached out and poked the spot on their chest where countless patterns, seeming to pulse with black energy, were concentrated.

"Come to think of it, do you actually feel anything in this state?"

"... Someone who's exhausted should rest quietly, or at the very least, pay a little attention to Rudolf's condition."

"I think you'll definitely handle it fine, nothing to be nervous about."

Qianming swayed her head in Aomo's arms, then noticed that the flow speed of the black energy beneath the crystal before her eyes had increased slightly.

"Oh, you really do feel it, huh?" she said, turning around and extending her arms, avoiding some spikes under the other's armpits, and gave their torso a hug.

"..."

"I'm going to put you down now."

This time, the demon's incessant rear flames paused for an instant, and the voice that spoke lost the previous solemn and dignified tone.

It even sounded a bit dry.