Under immense pressure, Fagar still swore.
The tornado's suction was too strong; even in his current state, Fagar might not be able to fly out, let alone now that he had exhausted too much of his blood and energy, and his wings were even feeling a slight soreness.
Should we rush in?
Fagga turned and gazed at the tornado stirred up by Nineveh, and couldn't help but ponder.
By forcibly rushing into the tornado, you no longer have to fight against its terrifying wind force, and you don't have to needlessly waste your energy.
But if we rush in, we'll have to fight that monster head-on.
Fagga hesitated. Wasn't he running so desperately earlier precisely to avoid a direct confrontation with Nineveh?
He was absolutely certain that it wouldn't be much harder for Nineveh to slap him to death than for him to casually slap a lowly being like Arauen.
However, a problem lies before Fagga!
"Damn it, let's take a gamble, I can't fly anymore!"
Having been chased by Nineveh for so long, Fagar was already exhausted, and the tornado only made things worse. He roared in despair, crossed his arms, and slid down abruptly.
In an instant, ten bloody welts were etched onto Fagga's arms.
Blood flowed down, adhering to the surface of Fagga's body, turning into a layer of blood-stained clothing.
Fagar flapped its wings with all its might, but instead of moving away, it crashed straight into the tornado.
Bang!
Fagar swatted away the rubble with one claw and braved the tearing force of the hurricane as it burrowed inside.
But this level is not enough; small pebbles are cut as if by a knife, and large pebbles are cut as if by a hammer.
Relying solely on his arms was insufficient; most of his body remained exposed, leaving him to rely solely on the blood-stained armor for defense.
But what kind of defensive ability is the Bloodstained Robe?
Its existence is solely for amplifying the vampire's strength and speed; defense constitutes only a small part of its abilities.
Therefore, in just a short while, countless tiny holes appeared on the blood-stained clothes.
Finer pebbles took the opportunity to drill in, leaving countless red dots on Faga's body. Before long, they would drill countless bloody holes and forcefully squeeze into Faga's body!
Thump!
Another boulder crashed in, and the blood-stained clothes exploded into countless specks of light in no time. In just a moment, they were swept away by the hurricane and nothing was left!
Nineveh noticed the unusual activity. She was the first to receive the news as the seven [cores] on her skirt took turns watching Faga. The [core] on her head flashed a disdainful yellow light.
These tiny insects are quite resilient; they've managed to survive this long, making them among the strongest insects out there.
But an insect is an insect; it can't even get past a hurricane, so how can it possibly face the rotation of Nineveh that caused the hurricane!
[Considering how hard he's tried, why not just eat him up! "Me?"]
I agree!
[Then so be it... Hmm?]
Nineveh suddenly stopped talking, and the seven [cores] on her skirt simultaneously looked at a flame that had inexplicably ignited. It had broken through the last barrier of the hurricane with an almost brute force and actually crashed into it!
Sigh!
Nineveh was enraged. With a shrill cry, the large, fan-shaped piece of flesh pressed down on Fagga without warning, determined to wipe out the ants that dared to offend him!
After breaking in, Fagga made no further violent moves, and the flames that had engulfed his body extinguished on their own. He remained motionless in mid-air, as if accepting his fate.
Seeing this, Nineveh was very satisfied, but showed no intention of stopping. The large piece of meat was immediately smashed down, and Fagga was instantly reduced to blood and gore.
Wait... blood foam?
Nini paused for a moment, the [core] above her head suddenly shrank, and the other seven [cores] on her skirt also flashed continuously.
"What, haven't you had enough of arguing yet?"
Suddenly, a weak voice rang out from within the hurricane.
Despite bleeding from all seven orifices, Fagga stubbornly clung to Nineveh's upside-down skirt, pulling it forcefully and rolling down the other side until he hit Nineveh's neck.
Fagga struggled several times but couldn't get up.
His wings are broken, and he has lost most of his blood. He is only holding on by sheer willpower to stay awake.
"Fortunately, I still have a little bit of power left to unleash the Netherflame."
Fagga was so tired he could barely open his eyes, and managed to force a slight smile.
On the Kunmutu he was clutching tightly, a small, dark red flame was burning stubbornly!
(Ugh, I've been fed mosquitoes all day, can I have a little free treat to cheer myself up?)
(Please)
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