Merka caught the twisted wand flying towards him and immediately put it in his pocket. Then he freed his hands, wrapped the iron chain around them, and slowly pulled himself towards the direction of the motorcycle link by link.
At that moment, George was sitting in the driver's seat, almost flooring the accelerator.
She was speeding fast, and the scenery around her, under the driving mode of the reckless Duke's Highway Renegade, seemed to play backward at a speed almost too fast for the naked eye to catch, like a film reel being rewound frantically on a big screen at the cinema.
Merka was being blown by the hurricane, unable to close his mouth and barely keeping his eyes open. In this critical moment, he stretched out the hands of a magician. Dozens of cat claws interlocked tightly, connecting him to the iron chain.
Holding onto the iron chain tightly, struggling for a while, Merka finally climbed onto the motorcycle in a sorry state.
He hugged the tail of the motorcycle with his body tilted to the side, barely clinging to the rear of the motorcycle. At that moment, Merka was panting heavily, his face pale, and even the shawl he wore to the concert earlier seemed to have disappeared, resembling a forlorn stray dog.
"Merka, this thing of yours is quite fun."
"I have to say, foreign gadgets are quite interesting."
"Can I buy one from you later?"
The Duke seemed to be enjoying the ride so much that he showed no sense of crisis and was even able to banter with Merka.
"Let's see if we can survive first…"
As Merka looked around where the fog lights illuminated, all he could see were shattered walls and ruins, causing his heart to tighten.
Suddenly, several luminous spots, resembling fireflies, emerged from the distant ruins.
Merka looked at these strange things, furrowing his brows in confusion.
"Look out!"
A light that seemed capable of illuminating clouds and mists, exuding a powerful aura of penetrating everything, shot rapidly from the distant spot.
George quickly turned the bike to dodge, and the abrupt maneuver almost led to a crash.
The firelight grazed Merka's cheek and landed heavily on the ground behind him. It struck the ground like hitting on a patch of grayish soil, creating a series of terrifying ripples several meters high.
Merka was sweating profusely, and the fear of the motorcycle crashing and burning hammered at his heart as if with a heavy sledgehammer. He quickly sat upright, clutching the Duchess in front of him tightly, fearing being thrown off.
Another flaming shell came towards them, this time landing heavily on the ground in front of the motorcycle. The shattered ground and scattered rocks instantly formed a large obstacle, blocking the path ahead of the Duke.
But the Duke did not swerve. With graceful movements, she pressed down on the handlebars, then pulled up sharply to lift the front of the motorcycle into the air.
With a booming roar of the engine, the motorcycle's speed suddenly increased, fiercely leaping over the cracked ground.
Merka, seated in the back, wasn't as fortunate. His body was tossed back and forth by the Duke's wild driving, nearly hitting his head on the ground. If he hadn't secretly adjusted his internal circulation with magic, he would have surely vomited up last night's dinner by now.
But this was just the beginning. Shortly after, the enemy's firepower began raining down on Merka and the two others.
Gritting her teeth, the Duchess performed various high-difficulty maneuvers. Despite the continuous enemy barrage, their motorcycle remained untouched.
As Merka, sitting at the back, squinted at the relentless bombardment by the enemy, the shocking scenes within his magical vision made his eyes widen in disbelief.
Merka finally realized that those light spots were not fireflies but rather individuals wearing red fish-themed garments while brandishing wings!
They spread their wings and hovered over the motorcycle. Their bizarre screeches filled the air, their eyes gleaming with wild and mysterious combat intent.
"What are those things they are holding in their hands?! Is that...judgment?!"
"How do they manage to catch up with us every time?"
George seemed to have also noticed the gun-wielding lunatics, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shock.
Seeing the judgment held in their hands, George's heart sank. She understood that those judgments meant that at least as many people as themselves had fallen victim to the enemy.
These judgments must be the spoils they confiscated.
"Don't you understand yet? They can time-space shift, teleport in an instant!"
Merka urgently shouted towards the front seat.
"A corpse control chair...? What is that?"
In the rush of the moment, George maneuvered the motorcycle, swerving deftly to dodge the bullets from the judgments, her mind distracted by Merka's words.
"And you're supposed to be the brilliant foreign exchange student! That really irks me!"
"Stop driving like this, let me take over!"
Merka in the back seat was not idle either, as he tried to control his clone to release lightning-fast kicks, aiming to shoot down the flying judgments in the sky, while continuing to argue with George.
In fact, having the power of judgment as a magician was much more than just having a new form of attack.
Apart from a few ultimate wizards, few could multitask and utilize two forms of magic simultaneously.
But the judgment conveniently addressed this flaw.
It enabled the magician to fly and shoot simultaneously.
A group of magicians wielding judgments was to Acadia what a fleet of missile-carrying bombers was to the outside world.
And they were even more maneuverable, swift, and stealthy.
With such a group of magicians, absolute aerial superiority was guaranteed, making them virtually invincible in any kind of war.
And for ultimate wizards, catching them while they were flying erratically was quite challenging. If ultimate wizards wanted to engage in guerrilla warfare with them, they would most likely deplete their magic power and eventually be defeated.
Therefore, even as ultimate wizards, Merka and the Duchess basically had no option but to flee in this scenario.
"Stop, stop arguing—!"
"Both of you, look ahead quickly!"
Xiangjun suddenly spoke up, startling the two. Merka and George stopped their argument and looked ahead at the road together.
A gigantic lizard-like creature appeared from around the corner, snaking forward like a serpent, blocking all directions on the road.
It roared furiously, spewing long, horrifying tongues of fire from its mouth. Its body was covered in layers of scales as red as blood, emitting a clangorous sound.
A demonic and eerie cherry blossom tree grew twistedly on the neck of the giant lizard. The tree was adorned with cherry blossoms that seemed to be stained with blood. They fluttered silently, hinting at ominous omens.
"Avoid...avoid it!"
Merka shouted urgently.
"No, how can we avoid it? We have a bunch of lunatic fanatics behind us; if we slow down even slightly, we'll be engulfed by their firepower!"
The Duchess immediately vetoed.
"...then we can only face it! I'll use the magic of the holy relic to cut it in half!"
In the haste of the moment, Merka pulled out the twisted wand hidden in the leg of his pants.
"What did you say?? You, a Curseborn, proposing such nonsense?!"
"A creature that big, you—"
George's words were cut off by a loud rumble.
"Mom! Over here!"
"TOKAMAK Ring Hot Model..."
"Thermonuclear cutting!"
A young girl who appeared amidst the flames exerted absolute strength and forcefully pressed down the giant lizard.
She propelled a shattered small fireball in the air, hitting the target with such force that the creature was sent flying, causing it to deviate from its original path.
