A thought flashed in her mind, and Jibril's eyes were extremely deep.
Unlike in the past, she didn't need to kill this Phantasma to prove anything this time. She just needed to find its core and then blast the spell formula that that weed had compiled into it.
Once again, she emphasized the purpose of the operation in her mind. Jibril completely randomly searched inside this Phantasma, trying to hit any place that looked suspicious.
[I have indeed heard that there is a unique individual among the Flügel... one who has a penchant for challenging powerful races alone. Is that you?]
Whether it was attacking or dodging, the movements of both sides did not stop, but this Phantasma leisurely asked a question.
"Ah~, that would be me~," Jibril replied casually. One light ball after another was thrown out of her hand, aimlessly scattering in all directions.
[Why?]
"...Do Phantasmas also care about these questions?"
[You cannot kill me]
Although it seemed to be the truth, Jibril still couldn't stand hearing such words. A tiny hash sign popped out from her forehead.
"I just can't find your core for now," Jibril sneered. Her body suddenly froze, almost causing her to be hit by the stream of water that Devil was chasing her with.
The bracelet on her wrist vibrated slightly. She knew that this was a pre-arranged signal, which meant that the battle on Think and Su'er's side had all ended.
"The Demon Race you created are all dead, you know?" Cutting into the conversation from another angle, Jibril tried to anger this Phantasma, but the response was still a cold answer.
[It doesn't matter]
[Is your entanglement here because of the command of the God of War? Or is it the resolution of your kin?]
"Neither~," Jibril was leisurely shuttling through this space and even had the extra energy to stretch herself, "It's not because of my master, nor is it because of those stubborn guys. If I had to give a reason, this time it's for a friend."
[A friend?]
The Phantasma could not understand.
"Hmm~, take a guess?"
[The beast that came with you?]
The smart Phantasma directly excluded the Elf that seemed to be the most likely answer.
Snap~
"That's right~," Jibril snapped her fingers in a cool manner and said with a cheerful smile, "You didn't guess that weed, my impression of you is going up, you know~"
[Cannot understand]
What she couldn't understand was the beast, and also this strange combination, which could be called an oddity even in the endless war, and the words of this Flügel.
"It's normal that you can't understand~, but you'll regret it if you underestimate my friend," Jibril said as if she was talking to herself and couldn't help but chuckle, "Although that guy looks powerless and weaker than the smallest ant, there's a most scorching flame burning in his heart..."
"How dazzling will the light be when that suppressed flame erupts~~~, hehe~ I'm already getting impatient~"
Suddenly changing her stance of only being able to dodge, Jibril appeared in the outside world directly. She raised her right arm and called for the seeds she had scattered. Countless water streams emitting a translucent white light hit the spirits that erupted around her and were continuously offset. They could no longer get a single step closer.
"So... let me lend a hand here for the possibility of my friend!!"
Jibril shouted words that Devil could not understand at all. It couldn't understand why this strange Flügel cared so much about that ordinary beast. The only thing it could confirm at the moment was that an abnormality had indeed occurred, right inside its body, right in this world made of water that it had purified.
During the entanglement that had lasted for days in the past, the attacks that Jibril had sent out to tentatively search for Devil's core and the spirits that were vented still had countless tiny particles remaining. Even though many of them had been hit by the water flow with the Phantasma's power and melted into nothingness, with the support of the huge number, there were still countless tiny particles that remained.
And they were waiting for this moment!
The spell formula that Think had led the Elves to use to capture Phantasmas for research decades ago was engraved on these countless small spheres. In order to resist the unique power of this Phantasma, they were also wrapped with dozens of layers of counteracting spell formulas on the outside.
Like countless light threads that were finer than silk, they passed through the water and space, densely packed. If a person were to look at them, they would get dizzy in just a moment. The end of these endless threads gathered in Jibril's raised hand, like a handle that controlled the limbs of a puppet.
When her hand moved, even without a sense of pain, Devil felt a kind of illusion that its body was uncontrollably shifting.
[!!!]
"Fo~un~d~ yo~u~"
Compared to Devil's shock, a malicious smile appeared on Jibril's lips.
Under this probing spell formula that was more intricate than a spider web, she finally captured the whereabouts of this Phantasma's core, which was constantly changing its position. There was no escape.
Boom!!!
A huge splash of water erupted. All the seawater that was swept up in a vortex-like manner, no, it should be said that the pure water that was purified by Devil scattered in this instant. It was more fragmented than a firework, and so dense that it was impossible to dodge, but it did not bring any danger to Jibril at all.
With an unimaginable decisiveness, when it realized that the location of its core had been discovered by this Flügel, this Phantasma did not hesitate at all and directly abandoned its power, or rather, the world that its body extended into.
Striving for the most stability, she directly contracted her most essential power into a single point, condensing the spirits, and firmly protecting her most important core.
"You're too cowardly! Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly!!!" Jibril howled in dissatisfaction. The choice that Devil made was completely within Jibril's expectations. This ugly guy had no dignity as a higher-level race, completely unaware of the value of power, and only knew how to escape.
The moment it chose to contract, all it would be met with was defeat!
With Think's help in compiling the spell formula, Jibril's strength had a qualitative change. The core, whose whereabouts she had captured, was pulled by an invisible hand the moment it was about to turn into a stream of water and merge into this sea.
Flashing out from the rainbow-like spatial rift, Jibril appeared directly in front of Devil's most important weak point!