"......" Tiffelle still didn't speak. In fact, she didn't have time to speak. High in the air, she constantly jumped, weaving between giant eagles, bats, and griffins, weaving chaotic and deadly rainstorms with daggers and throwing knives.

"Still at a disadvantage." Tiffelle thought to herself, "So, why is she still able to walk through the shadows?" I think I've reached my limit—"

"--I caught you."

The next second, as Tiffelle was about to jump again, she was surprised to find that the giant eagles, griffins and bats beside her were screaming at the same time.

Blood gushed from them. At the same time, their bodies collapsed.

In an instant, they are cut into countless even pieces, like diced meat cut by a chef in the back kitchen.

There was no place for Tiffelle to stay. She's trapped on the giant eagle.

"Finally,"

The other man stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his dagger, which was smeared with poison, of course.

It's just that to her, these poisons are not much different from MSG.

It was clear that the two Dark Elf Assassins were stomping on its back, making the giant eagle beneath their feet feel very uncomfortable. It screamed, flapping its wings to shake the two uninvited creatures off - of course, its little resistance was completely impossible, and then the perverted transvestite "stepped on" it.

"Don't be noisy."

As he spoke, the force of the shock acted directly on the body of the giant eagle. Then the eagle's entrails crumbled into a pulp. He died without even screaming - after that, the body of the eagle began to fall at high speed, and it was on the body of the eagle that Tiffelle and the transformer pervert. As if breaking through the air gravity barrier, the two people firmly "glued" to the corpse, moving quickly while fighting each other, close to each other, close to each other. Tiffelle is no longer able to use Shadow Travel. And for some reason, the pervert didn't either.

The two of them were entangled at zero distance by virtue of physical strength alone, and the dagger in their hands slammed into each other, rubbing out sparks. Then one pressed down, the other went up, both trying to overwhelm the other with force - but it didn't work at all. Then, the two elves quickly withdrew. Immediately after that, another thrust. Dodge. While the daggers stabbed each other, the legs of both sides were constantly kicking low, trying to trip each other, or kick each other's calves to the cheekbones.

The two elves were constantly exchanging places, and the giant eagle fell from mid-air to the ground, falling rapidly, that is, in this extremely short period of time. The two of them have already fought hundreds of tricks-

The last dagger collided, but the pervert didn't back down—she let Tiffelle's wrist flick. Changed the stab to the pick, and cut off the wrist of her right hand holding the dagger. At the same time, he bullied forward. At some point, she had a black claw sleeve on her left hand.

She grabbed Tiffelle's left arm, and with a little force, barbed iron claws into Tiffelle's leather bracers, followed by her delicate skin. Pain. Then came the paralysis - her claws were quenched.

"......" Tiffelle flipped the switch. When the other party tried to continue to step forward, the blade of her dagger "protruded" under the action of the machine spring. The other man immediately retreated, and Tiffelle was once again in the shadows.

"Yes, more capable than I thought"

At the same time that transvestite pervert said such a thing, the giant eagle fell to the ground with a thud. Will be a few wielding tomahawks. The dwarves and grey dwarves slashing at each other crushed to the ground.

"Damn! Why is this the case again?! ”

One of the dwarves, who was pinned, was vaguely familiar to his voice...... But we don't have to worry about him.

"Ahem, ahem...... Damn it...... I must ......" Tiffelle reappeared, on the edge of the battlefield, in the rubble of an Ancient Elven Empire building. Forcibly using the Shadow Leap, her body was eroded by the negative energy of the Shadow Realm. She was in terrible physical condition and had no chance of continuing to fight.

At least, according to common sense, no.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have fallen to the ground and couldn't get up from such a serious injury - but Tiffelle was different. Trained as a full Dark Elf assassin, she was able to act with an astonishing will. She walked briskly and staggered towards the edge of the battlefield, hoping to find a place to hide as soon as possible. At the same time, she reached for her dimensional bag, hoping to find some potions that would help her current condition.

After that, though, her movements stopped.

"Where do you want to go, kitten?" The transvestite pervert is right in front of Tivele, looking intact, and she is smiling very happily. It's like a stray dog with a big meal in front of it......

Meanwhile.

"Give me five minutes - no, three minutes is enough!" Next to the main character, the succubus, Yulia said.

"Three minutes?! We're all going to die in a minute! The main character succubus complains - yes, his spell slots, his scrolls, magic items, staffs, potions, and the supplies he just touched from the dead High Elf commander's corpse are all gone. On the other side, the madman who was in a very worried mental state was still alive and well.

"Trust me! Believe me! Yulia held the face of the main character's succubus, forcibly turned his head to look at herself, and then said, "As long as this magic is done, then don't say that this neurosis, even if there are a million neurosis, it doesn't matter." We're going to win! And neither you nor I need to die! ”

“…… I understand. Although he was still skeptical, the main character, the succubus, finally chose to believe Yulia.

Maybe when he rushed towards the middle two sect leader without hesitation, Yulia would immediately take advantage of this opportunity to run away. Or maybe Yulia actually came up with a failed product that didn't have any eggs. It's like most unreliable alchemists. It's also possible that the things that Yulia took out actually didn't have much effect, and they couldn't help the middle two sect leader at all.

However, the main character, the succubus, still chooses to believe in Yulia.

Even if there is no love between them.

In other words, why can life and death be exchanged between men and women only in a state of love?

"You idiot!"

Naturally, the second sect leader who could hear the words of the protagonist Succubus and Yulia said what he thought was the most correct evaluation. After that, he decided to put an end to it all - and it was at this time that a force that absolutely did not belong to this world rushed in around the main character, the succubus.

On the battlefield, the demons who had received the magic of madness and lost their minds wailed, screamed, trembled and fell to their knees, or crouched down with their heads in their hands, completely unable to resist. It was as if their natural enemy—no, should I say, their nightmares, their gods, their masters of life come upon them.

"It's ...... The power of the abyss?! Opposite the protagonist Succubus, the second sect leader was shocked - yes, of course, as a legendary-level mage, it is inevitable that he will deal with the abyss, this shuddering aura, this feeling of fear from the depths of the soul. He was naturally familiar.

However, here's the problem. Why is it here.

"--This is the main plane! Are you kidding!? Who the hell is this bastard?! Where's the referee?! He's hanging! The second sect leader was angry and scolded indiscriminately.

"The power of chaos is everywhere. The Abyss is where the forces of Chaos are most concentrated. But it doesn't mean that you can't find any traces of it in the main plane. "The main character, the succubus, has regained his demonic form at this moment.

"So, three minutes is not, it should be fine." The main character, the succubus, turned his head and glanced at Yulia, who was handsome and thrilling with a smile. Yulia's hand shook and she almost got the wrong prescription.

meanwhile

"Where are you?! Where is it?! Don't hide! Come out and fight me! You coward!! ”

Of course, the earless uncle who searched through the ruins of the large, narrow and dense street complex did not utter such shameless and uncharacteristful words. He searched desperately, desperately looking for clues, desperately thinking about the other party, that is, where the elven marksman could hide. At the same time, it is constantly destroying the insidious and deadly traps that the other party has arranged using the terrain and other props.

"The other party-the Cult of the Dead Worship most likely came here a long time ago. In other words, there's a good chance that the guy has transformed the entire area. That is to say—"

At the same time as Uncle Missing Ears thought this in his heart, he stepped on the empty ground - an old but very useful trap - a pit appeared - and to the surprise of Uncle Missing Ears, he was right in the middle of the pit, not at the edge. So, it's impossible to jump, backwards, and get to safety.

"Perfect Mechanics in Practice." While thinking like this, the earless uncle swung his knife downward. The self-proclaimed half-hanger, but in fact, the fighting spirit that can make the vast majority of warrior monks who specialize in this way spurt out - the uncle with missing ears jumped up - and then felt the malice of the world.

At least fifty elven marksmen drew their bows and arrows, aiming at him from all directions, angles, and positions.

"Only one is true - the question is, where is the real one?!" Uncle Missing Ears' Heart Beats Fast- (To be continued......)