"Puha-!!!!"
Sixteen Nights' body was hit by the shadow blade. Then, a flower of blood bloomed as he tumbled from the air and fell to the ground.
Eight-cloud Ink stared at Az Dahaka and waved his hand without looking back. A white lily broke out of the ground and expanded in the wind. In a moment, it grew into a huge flower bed and caught Sixteen Nights' body.
At the same time, a crack silently appeared behind the three-headed dragon.
"Whoosh!!!"
A black and purple light beam shot out from the crack and hit Az Dahaka's back.
Az Dahaka's body staggered in the air. Before he could recover, a crack opened above his head.
Sixteen Nights, who was caught by the flower bed, fell through the crack. His bloody arms smashed onto Az Dahaka's head like a battle axe.
Without giving him time to fight back, Eight-cloud Ink cut a wound on his right index finger with his demon power.
Golden blood seeped out. Eight-cloud Ink drew a huge magic circle in the air with a speed that left afterimages.
The moment the magic circle was formed, Eight-cloud Ink opened a crack and pulled Sixteen Nights in. Then, he flashed to the other side of the sky.
With a flip of his wrist, several rune cards appeared in his hand.
[Soul-Turning Butterfly. Eight Minute Swarm]
[Purple Profound. Bullet Screen Barrier]
[Black Profound. Flower Butterfly Wanhua Mirror]
[Fantasy. Flower Bird Whistling in the Wind and Moon]
[Divine Talisman. Where God Treads]
Eight-cloud Ink sent out You Youzi, Purple, You Xiang, Kanako, and even his own rune cards. Without thinking, he took Sixteen Nights and started to retreat.
In the sky above the underground city — no, it should be said that the entire north of the seventh floor could see the bullet screen fireworks blooming in the sky.
Even the canopy that ensured that vampires and other races could live under the sun collapsed in the explosion of the bullet screen. The sun shone unscrupulously into the sky above the underground city.
Even with such power, Eight-cloud Ink was still worried that he couldn't cause enough damage to Az Dahaka. Therefore, after flying out, Eight-cloud Ink turned around without hesitation.
"The realm of Positive and Negative!"
With Az Dahaka as the center, the top was positive and the bottom was negative.
It was like a horizontal mirror had appeared in the void. With this "mirror" as the dividing line, the barrage on both sides was copied to the opposite side and attacked Az Dahaka from the opposite direction.
After the bullet screen was replicated, it was replicated a second time, a third time, and even a fourth time. In the end, Eight-cloud Ink lost control of the massive amount of energy.
The chain reaction caused by the uncontrollable power finally revealed its ferocious and terrifying side to the world.
First, there was a burst of light that was hundreds of times more dazzling than the sun. Then, in just a few breaths of time, there was a shock wave that was enough to overturn the earth.
What followed was a roar that seemed to be able to spread to the ends of the world.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The atmosphere was incinerated, sunlight was distorted, and even the laws that constructed space began to crack.
Crack.
Facing this unprecedented power, Eight-cloud Ink seemed to hear something shattering deep in its heart.
When the roar gradually disappeared and the barrage dissipated in the air, Az Dahaka's white body that was stained with many scorched marks appeared in the air.
Compared to before, Az Dahaka's aura was obviously much weaker, but it still exuded endless power.
— He was injured, and his injuries were not light, but he could still fight, and his fighting spirit was even higher.
"What a … monster … That kind of attack didn't even kill him?"
Sixteen Nights, who was supported by Eight-cloud Ink, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and shook her head with a bitter smile.
"Yakumo, it seems that we really have to run away this time."
"No."
Eight-cloud Ink shook its head and suddenly pointed to the sky.
"Look —"
Countless radiant objects fell from the sky.
"Glowing … feathers? And parchments!? "
Countless parchments fell from the sky together with the shining feathers.
The parchments that were as bright as feathers were more dazzling than the stars. They tore through the sky and danced down.
"No, it's not just that!! Look at that! "
Eight-cloud Ink's voice was a bit excited. Sixteen Nights' eyes widened.
A castle flying in the air.
Above the castle, the flag of [Dragon Horn Griffin Lion (Dragon Greif)] fluttered in the wind.
Other than this flag, there were other flags fluttering above the castle.
Golden-winged Divine Bird, the snake that countered each other, and the two goddesses that looked at each other.
And — the golden ears of rice, the sun rising from the horizon, and the queen standing in the center.
"That … Could it be!!!"
Sixteen Nights' voice became a bit hoarse.
Sixteen Nights, who often went to the library to read, obviously recognized the meaning of the flag.
On the third floor of the Box Court, the Queen of Halloween — Her flag fluttered high at the highest point, looking down on all living things.
Then, in an instant, all the parchments in the sky exploded into a brilliant light.
That change even made the chaotic battlefield fall into silence.
The ground began to shake, and the surrounding scenery began to change like an illusion.
The mountains began to become shorter, as if they were being processed by human hands and turned into city roads paved with stone slabs.
From the protrusions that appeared one after another on the ground, Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteen Nights noticed that it was a false street decorated by a group of minarets. It didn't take much time.
A bridge across the river flowing through the city.
A group of minarets filled their eyes.
There was also a symbolic, super-famous clock tower.
Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteen Nights, who appeared at the top of the clock tower due to the change in terrain, looked at the clock tower below in a daze.
"… London, clock tower!?"
Sixteen Nights blinked suspiciously and couldn't believe everything in front of her eyes.
"This is … London!?"
"Ahaha! That's right! This street with minarets is my hometown! The stage of my soul! The capital of England, London! … Even so, it's just an imitation. "
Pumpkinhead Jack, who was wearing rags, appeared from the top of the clock tower.
After seeing Jack, Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteen Nights leaned against the wall and began to breathe heavily.
"You …" Eight-cloud Ink glared at Jack. "I thought you ran away with the girl named Ai Xia."
"Because I'm too unreliable, I'm sorry that you misunderstood me."
Jack gave a gentleman's salute.
"But to do this, we need a lot of time to prepare. Thanks to Your Excellency Yakumo and Mr. Sixteen Nights, your bloody battles have given us enough time to arrange everything and gather as much combat power as possible! The heroic struggle of the two lions connected with hope! "
Jack shook his pumpkinhead and shook the rags on his body in extreme gratitude.
"Leave the rest to us. You two heroes can rest now."
"Aha … ha … ha … rest …?"
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head.
"No … Sixteen Nights, go rest."
"… No way! Cough cough cough … "
"It's better not to force yourself." Jack shook his head. "Mr. Sixteen Nights' injuries are too severe. Mister Yakumo, we found the injured Ms. Ashina. You'd better go and take a look …"
"Ashina!!!!!!"
Hearing that Ashina was injured, Eight-cloud Ink was so scared that her face turned pale.
After hesitating for a while, Eight-cloud Ink finally nodded.
"Okay. As for the rest … I'll leave it to you guys …"
"I won't disappoint you!"
Jack saluted again and took Sixteen Nights, who could barely stand, from Eight-cloud Ink.
"We need to do our part too!"
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