"There... No, should we go this way instead?" Merka's gaze darted around rapidly, capturing the various vague scenery in the mist, trying to recall the route he had taken before.
"This is it. I know this place, no need for more scouts."
"Look, is that your motorcycle?"
Weak George caught sight of the motorcycle and suddenly perked up. She yanked Merka's outstretched arm, took three quick steps forward, and ran ahead of Merka.
"Xiangjun! Get on quick!"
Xiangjun stood beside the massive motorcycle, quietly looking at it, looking somewhat at a loss.
Suddenly hearing George's distant shout, he clumsily grabbed the motorcycle handlebars with one hand, trying to climb onto the motorcycle but struggled to do so.
Seeing this, George walked up quickly and wrapped an arm around Xiangjun's waist, helping him jump onto the motorcycle.
Meanwhile, Merka ran to the back of the motorcycle at the fastest speed, opened the fuel tank, poured all the angel's blood held by the wizard into it, and used cat claws to patch up the holes in the tank as well.
"I usually use 95 octane gasoline... I wonder if angel blood meets the standards."
Watching the strange-colored "fuel" in the gas can, Merka murmured to himself.
"Merka! Are you driving or am I driving?"
"I'll drive."
Merka replied simply at the question. He squinted, took a quick look around the heavily mist-covered surroundings, and climbed onto the driver's seat.
For an ordinary motorcycle, having three people seated might be cramped. However, for this luxurious off-road motorcycle of Merka's, having three people was just right.
"Do you still know how to ride a motorcycle?"
Turning on the fog lights on the motorcycle, Merka didn't expect that with the combined observations of the three people and the psychological suggestion of the fog lights, a huge hole was soon illuminated in the thick fog.
A stretch of road filled with broken stones and debris appeared right in front of Merka and the others.
"During my studies abroad, I learned to ride a bicycle."
"I guess motorcycles should be similar."
Duke George remarked casually.
Merka shook his head with a wry smile, igniting the motorcycle and twisting the throttle. He didn't confirm or deny Duke George's statement.
Hearing the engine of the motorcycle start to buzz, a weight was lifted off Merka's heart.
The angel's blood seemed to be a suitable fuel for the motorcycle.
Gripping the handlebars tightly, Merka turned the throttle almost a full circle, signifying the wildness and steel aesthetics of the Harley motorcycle, causing it to rumble loudly.
The wheels turned, and soon, the motorcycle sped onto the circular highway, gradually picking up speed.
"Who said you could leave?"
Mira's frantic voice suddenly rang out above Merka.
She appeared above Merka, exerting her tremendous brute strength as she fiercely yanked at Merka's collar, throwing Merka off the motorcycle.
The immense force nearly smashed Merka onto the roadside curb. Luckily, with quick reflexes, Merka grabbed the long iron chain originally meant for decoration on the motorcycle.
Clutching the iron chain tightly, Merka stabilized himself, feet firmly on the ground, running alongside the speeding motorcycle.
"Merka!? What do we do now?"
Xiangjun clung to George in fear, but George, despite her outward composure, was equally scared inside.
George took over the motorcycle's handlebars from Merka, shouting at Merka.
"Just ride it like you're riding a bicycle! Just keep turning the throttle!"
Desperate, Merka closed his eyes, feeling the sparks almost flying off the soles of his shoes, and quickly unfolded his wings. Merka was then hit head-on by the tremendous wind resistance, and soon he was flying in the air.
With Duke George's full-throttle operation, the motorcycle's speed increased rapidly. The fierce wind almost made it impossible for Merka to open his eyes, but Mira behind them showed no signs of giving up the chase.
"Not strong enough, but quite a show."
"How did someone like you gain the same ability as Lady of the Sky's blessing that was given to me?"
After uttering these words, Mira's lavender-colored chains appeared as if tentacles around Merka.
Mira's half body suddenly appeared in Merka's blind spot. She aimed to grab Merka's collar barehanded. Her movements were swift and aggressive, seemingly attempting to teleport Merka directly along with her.
A loud noise interrupted her plans.
"The Eighth Commandment of the Ten Commandments."
"Locusts, wolf, tiger, devour them."
A blue clone wielding a twisted wand arrived just in time, casting a warlock's spell with unprecedented speed and throwing the wand towards Merka before quickly disappearing.
Terrifying light particles resembling locusts surged like an ocean.
They attacked Mira from the sides, pushing her several hundred meters away.
