"Oh my? Not bad, are you?" Jibril was no longer staring at the abyss below. She raised her head and looked at the body of the dead Demon Race as it fell weakly from the air, and she raised her eyebrows in admiration.
Compared to the defenseless Phantasma and its creations, this battle had been simulated countless times by Think. The possible situations had corresponding prepared methods. This was a murder with a script already written, which easily led to the fall of a giant Demon Race.
The only pity was that such a method could only be used once. Even for the Demon Race, which was an existence with more instincts than intellect, it was difficult for it to be effective a second time after it had an instinctive guard. Not to mention in front of those truly higher-level races, calling it a toy was not a problem.
"Roar!!!!"
"...Tsk, it's so noisy..." Think frowned slightly at the close-range roar and clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
The dead Demon Race could no longer join this chorus. Its two remaining companions were roaring in a frenzy, with anger over the instant death of their companion, an instinctive fear of death, and... revenge?
The intertwined bodies of the Demon Races twisted and separated. Almost the moment they fell into the water, the Demon Race with a greener surface than the other plunged into the sea. Its snake-like body arched on the surface of the sea from time to time. The ferocious thorns cut through the waves. Although it had a huge body, its speed in the sea water was extremely fast, as if it had already found its target in the dark, and it rushed towards the direction where Su'er was.
"...You have to win~, Mr. Monkey," Think took a deep look at the direction the Demon Race was leaving. She didn't do anything to stop it, and neither did Jibril.
Just as Su'er believed in her, Think also believed in Su'er... at least at this moment.
This was also part of the plan. The shot Su'er fired was not a randomly chosen target. It was a target that was confirmed after asking the Siren to investigate. The Demon Race that was now chasing after Su'er's tracks and the Demon Race that was killed before were mating partners. Because of this, the Demon Race that Think had to deal with was only one.
If there was only one...
The sound of wind whistling past.
Think controlled the flower ship to dodge the attack launched by the Demon Race that stayed here as it leaped out of the sea again. The water mist that was lifted to a high altitude by the movement of the giant thing came rushing at her, wetting her clothes a little.
"Then let's finish this quickly. I'm sorry~ ugly guy, but I'm in a hurry~," Think retracted her gaze from the distance, glanced at the ferocious head of the Demon Race below as it looked up, and said with a smile.
The plan had changed. Not satisfied with the initial plan of just delaying, Think decided to kill this Demon Race here... as quickly as possible.
"Still not coming out? To be honest, such a timid attitude is a bit inconsistent with your title as a Demon King..." Jibril didn't care about the two people on the other side who were fighting and getting farther and farther away. She yawned widely and said, "Or is it because of this timid personality that you ran from the land to the bottom of the sea?"
"I'm so sorry~ for disturbing your peaceful life... If you're unhappy, then come and hit me?" Although she was saying apologetic words, she didn't mean them at all. Jibril even maliciously laughed at the sea surface. She knew that the Phantasma, that Demon King, could hear everything she said.
Among the large group of Phantasmas, some of the more special Phantasmas can mutate into Demon Kings. And only Demon Kings can create the monsters called Demon Race. Together with their monster kin, the Demon Kings ran rampant on the land - except for the one under their feet.
As a Demon King, she was so low-key that it was hard to believe. She had no intention of acting recklessly on the continent and leaving her name behind. To be honest, when she was first discovered, Jibril had to go back to the Flügel's city and ask around for a long time to confirm the identity of this Demon King from an older sister.
Purifying Water, Devil.
[Retreat, Flügel.]
From the depths of the seabed, a different voice finally came. It seemed to ring directly in this space, and it also seemed to have existed in everyone's mind all along.
Putting aside this slightly cowardly sentence, the voice of this Phantasma Demon King was still very imposing.
Even when she was provoked by the pink-haired Flügel who was jumping in her face, she just asked her to retreat. Even when one of her creations was attacked for no reason and fell, and the remaining two also felt that their chances of survival were low, she did not get angry.
Unfortunately, Jibril was not an existence with a sense of shame or guilt.
"That won't do~," Jibril shrugged, imitating a posture she had learned from a certain man, and said with a smile, "After all, we have something that we need your help with, Demon King~"
[What is it?]
"Oh my~, are you so easy to talk to?" To be honest, even Jibril herself felt a sense of disbelief. Was this guy really going to help?
"It's not something very difficult~, we just want to borrow your core for a while, okay?" Jibril said lightly.
And then there was no more sound.
This Phantasma was so easy to talk to that hundreds of Thinks and Jibrils combined could not compare to her. But even so, she felt an extraordinary anger because of this outrageous request.
All Phantasmas have a core. Destroying the core can cause them to fall. Jibril's request was like asking a person to hand over his heart or brain.
It was obvious that this group of uninvited guests did not come with the intention of getting along peacefully and asking for a favor.
After saying that arrogant request, Jibril had already put all her attention on it. It was because she had the experience of hunting three higher-level races alone that she understood how difficult these guys were better than anyone else. She could even say that every victory was a stroke of luck after fighting with all her might.
Therefore, even though she was verbally belittling the Demon King below, Jibril did not dare to relax at all.
The sea seemed to boil. Every drop of water had its own life. This was different from the power of the Siren, which relied on their own water spirits to charm the spirits and make the sea move for them. This sea area had completely become the domain of the Phantasma below and had fallen under its control.
The power of this Demon King was not fake.
A formidable enemy!