Yamahara Aoba and von Million each made their way towards the increasingly large black pillar of light, and every time they approached the pillar of light, they felt a little more pressure at the same time.

And this pressure does not come from the body alone, but also from the soul.

"Unbelievable!" Yamahara Aoba's face turned pale, and he flew in the direction of the black pillar of light with difficulty, "What is it that can create such a huge amount of abyssal energy?" Even in the Abyss Realm, this is unimaginable. ”

"That's true...... von Million felt his body almost filled with convective energy, making every step in the air extremely difficult, "I feel like it's a luxury to even rush through now." ”

"But......" Yamahara Aoba still struggled towards the black pillar of light, "we have to go over it even though we have to, how can we ignore such a thing?" ”

"I didn't say I'm going to ignore it." Von Million's voice was almost torn apart in the air by the turbulence of energy that escaped, and the intense tinnitus made it almost impossible for them to communicate, but despite this, the words managed to reach Yamahara Aoba's ears.

"Then, take out some of your skills, don't let me look down on you!" Yamahara Aoba is almost unable to exert any of her abilities to deal with the current situation, so she can only pin her hopes on the demon of transformation around her, von Million.

……

The edge of the long night felt that his consciousness was also expanding with the expansion of energy.

This is the power of 'origin absorption' that already exists in his body.

The source of absorption is spreading with this turbulent flow of black and white energy, and it makes the edge of the long night itself perceive those things that are absorbed and touched.

"Two unknown lifeforms are approaching." The edge of the night drifted silently in the eye of a typhoon, and in his bioradar of the source, he sensed an enemy attack.

"Not human, not monster...... Ah, it's that girl. "The edge of the night detected a familiar breath, and realized who the source of this breath was.

"The name is ...... Yamabara Aoba. Edge Long Night muttered to himself in his heart.

But even though he was talking to himself, it seemed that he had no one else to talk to in his mind now.

"They must have come for me." The eyes of the long night on the edge were closed, and he let himself float in the gravityless 'eye of the typhoon', thinking to himself.

"Well, then, in that case."

As soon as the mind of the edge Changye moved, a wisp of energy spliced together by the two primordial strands was instantly stripped from the pillar of light, and obeyed his control.

"Just let me get to know them first."

……

The balcony of the castle tower is only that large.

So even if the effect of Okita Soji Haori disappears, those batwing demons will still need to spend some energy if they want to come in and destroy several people in the hall.

Because there are so many of them, and the entrance for them to invade is too small.

But even so, there is no problem with a dozen or so flying in at the same time.

After all, although this thing looks like a humanoid, it is still slightly smaller than a human.

However, this is not a big deal that affects their attack efficiency, as for creatures like them, which are numerous and in large groups, their small size makes it easy for them to attack at the same time.

But—

This is also true for everyone on the defensive side, especially at the moment.

The white steam gradually dissipated in the air, and behind that steam loomed countless batwing demons scrambled to be the first place.

All batwings want to be the first to enter the room and attack, and they don't fear that such an action will incur their death.

Because for them, it is an instinctive action, and at the same time it is a supreme honor.

So, one of those batwinged demons rushed into the halls of the castle tower first, and drooled with its teeth and claws, trying to imprint its fangs on someone in the hall.

Without the slightest hesitation, it immediately targeted itself at the night of the dark fireworks, just as the consciousness of the attack appeared.

This was not only because the position where the fireworks were standing closest to the balcony gates, but also because it saw the delicate faces of the fireworks after the steam.

Although the Batwing Demons are a low-level race that lives in the Abyss Realm, they are no worse than any other race in terms of the concept of beauty.

Therefore, when attacking and destroying their targets, they are born to kill, and they immediately choose their targets on beautiful people.

And at this moment, the dark fireworks are the existence that best fits the concept of 'beautiful people' in its heart.

'Gah! ’

The two wings of the batwing demon expanded, and its body was like a large net at this moment, and it swooped straight towards the front of the dark fireworks.

'Poof! ’

Then, a puddle of sticky grease was splashed on its face and body.

The Batwing Demon's eyes had been watching the Nightshade Hanabi when it attacked, so it didn't notice the Nightshade Hanabi holding the handle of the knife when it pounced, and naturally it didn't see the Nightshade Hanabi pressing the buttons on the blade.

That's right, the puddle of fuel was sprayed from the blade of the night's fireworks, and it was sprayed not only on the face of the oncoming batwing, but also into the air behind the batwing.

"Deflagration Sword Two Style: Scorching Sky!"

Then, a loud female voice pierced everyone's tinnitus and echoed throughout the castle tower.

And with the spread of the female voice, it was the saw sword in the hand of the dark fireworks.

Her hand was already moving when fuel was spilled out of her blade.

The sharp, thin saw blade spun rapidly, and the blade of the saw sword in her hand began to bloom with tiny sparks because of these rapid rotations.

The action of swinging the sword is actually the same as the swordsmanship taught in the ordinary dojo, and it is a little chic in the plain, but the body and use of this sword are essentially different from ordinary swords.

The sparks crackled in the air, and of course, the sound could have been caused by the rotation of the gears on the back of the knife, but none of that mattered, because the main thing in the scene was the collision between the sparks and the fuel.

The deflagration swordsmanship studied by the dark fireworks is about to be in full bloom at this moment.