Jibril did not have the intention of anxiously wanting to rescue her companion when she was attacked. She still floated there motionless, just staring at the bottomless deep hole that was being continuously filled with seawater.
And Think really didn't need her rescue.
Seawater was constantly being shaken off the scales. From the top of the head to the side of the skull, they were covered with pure black thorns with a metallic luster. Brushing against them would cause an injury, and touching them would mean death. Red mist even overflowed from the huge mouths, with a thick, suffocating fishy smell.
Like a butterfly dancing in the wind, she rotated and jumped in the strong wind brought by the ferocious beasts. The small flower boat Think was riding on just nimbly shuttled through the gaps between the three huge heads and escaped unharmed.
It was not one, but three. Their slender bodies were intertwined and twisted together, shaped like sea dragons, but they were much more ferocious than the sea dragons in Su'er's impression. It was as if having a weak spot anywhere on their body was a mistake, and they wished to cover every part of their body outside the scales with blades.
If Su'er hadn't chosen to follow them, these three Demon Races would have all been held back by Think, so they wouldn't interfere with the battle between Jibril and the Phantasma. And this was undoubtedly difficult.
No matter how talented, an Elf was still just an Elf. A single Elf simply did not have the strength to be arrogant in front of a powerful race. Even when facing a Demon Race with low intelligence, these big guys, whose strength was all in their bodies, could render an ordinary Elf helpless just by crashing into them, not to mention that their movements had a agility that did not match their huge size, and they also had the power to control spirits.
Think could not get help from her race. To be effective in this battle against both an Phantasma and Demon Races, she needed a sufficient number of people. In that case, the flower ship, the grass ship, and the deployment of personnel would all definitely fall into Cainus's eyes. Although she always mocked the Elf God's witlessness, in reality, the so-called witlessness was only relative to Think. The secrecy of the dispatched personnel, the noise of the long journey, and the large-scale troop movement would definitely attract the attention of the Dhampir. There were too many things to pay attention to, so Think was the only Elf here.
And if Think had to hold back these three Demon Races alone, it would undoubtedly be a tough battle. Fortunately... it was only an 'if'.
The small flower boat she was stepping on was a small position for Think. The spell formulas carved on it would resonate with her magic, amplifying the power of her magic to the maximum, just like now.
A large, luminous green magic formation unfolded from the bottom of the flower boat in an instant. Such a large spell formula in the past would have required at least a hundred Elves to chant at the same time to cast it, but now it was cast in an instant after being amplified by the position.
The huge spell formula was infused with the spirits that Jibril had stored on the ship before they set off. Compared to the spell formula that Think had made in the room before, the current magic, although large, had far fewer words and patterns, and its function was also very simple - to confine.
It had only this one function, and all the spirits were used for this.
The three Demon Races could no longer move the moment the magic unfolded. Even their wide-open huge mouths could not close. Their intertwined bodies continued to charge into the air along with the initial inertia of soaring from the seabed. When they reached the highest point, their speed slowed down, and they were about to fall back into the sea.
Controlling three Demon Races at once was also a burden for Think. Such confinement could not be maintained for too long, but these few short seconds were enough.
In a place extremely far from this main battlefield, Su'er was floating in mid-air. In his hand, he was holding a firearm. The index finger of his right hand was lightly on the trigger. The latter part was no different from the firearms he was used to in his previous life, but the front part was completely different. It was gi-normous.
The length of the barrel was even two Su'ers long. There was no scope. A pair of glasses with a wire extending from the gun body was on his eyes. Through this, even from a very far distance, he could see everything on Think and Jibril's side.
When the three Demon Races rushed out of the sea, he almost shook his hand and pressed the trigger. He took a breath in his throat. Fortunately, Think dodged them with ease.
In Su'er's eyes, who had seen the ugly appearance of many Demon Races, the Demon Races created by this Phantasma living in the sea were completely handsome. They were shaped like long snakes, and besides the dense scales, the sharp thorns all over their bodies were also to Su'er's liking. At the very least, they could remind Su'er of the word 'sea dragon,' even though they were far from being a dragon.
Holding his breath, Su'er knew that the opportunity was only for a moment. Time seemed to have slowed down in his eyes. He clearly saw magic unfolding from the flower boat where Think was, and he also saw the three Demon Races intertwine and freeze in the air - rising, slowly rising, and rising again...
He pulled the trigger.
The gun body leaning against his shoulder instantly emitted a huge amount of heat, so hot that it seemed to be melting. As a result, even with the armor's insulation, Su'er couldn't help but subconsciously flinch. The runes engraved on the gun body, which had been hidden, lit up like a stream of light - light!
Real light!
An orange-red light, yet so bright that it was almost fluorescent yellow, spurted out from the muzzle. In Su'er's glasses, the head of the Demon Race he had aimed at was pierced in an instant. When it shot out from the muzzle, it was just a tiny ray of light, but when it crossed the distance and arrived, it became a pillar of light thicker than a few people. Su'er could even see the opposite ocean through the huge hole in the Demon Race's head.
The projectile, which was accelerated to the extreme, directly melted the flesh and bones of the Demon Race. They had already been freed from the confinement, but they seemed to have not recovered from this sudden and terrifying attack. The sudden death of their companion made even them, with their low intelligence, feel an instinctive fear. The heat that had pierced the air still remained in mid-air.
Without the guidance of its head, the dead Demon Race's body bent and softened weakly like it was stillborn. The huge weight dragged its companions down from the air.
He couldn't hear their roars, but Su'er seemed to hear a substantial beast roar. He hurriedly took off his glasses. He could see that the gun barrel, which should have been straight and long, had now shrunk by more than half. The melted waste fluid was constantly dripping into the sea below.
The gun body was hot to the touch. He had already anticipated what might happen to him next. Su'er hurriedly threw this useless weapon downwards, watching it fall into the sea.
His battle was not over.