"Your Highness, Prince George!"
"Why... why did this happen!"
Xiang Jun's frail body could hardly bear the flooding river of sorrow within him. His eyes were filled with redness as he knelt and crawled to the side of George's body, now reduced to a lump of flesh.
Under immense agony, tears dripped onto George's body, and Xiang Jun was overwhelmed with grief.
"Oh, I forgot about you..."
"You poor lovebirds, go together."
With narrowed eyes, Mira rotated her fingers and subtly gestured towards Xiang Jun standing beside George. Suddenly, lavender-colored chains emerged from behind Xiang Jun, resembling ghostly sickles, blooming like petals from a flower.
"Mira...!"
"I want you dead!"
Merka, consumed by fury, his eyes dark and filled with volatile intent, uttered what might be the most malicious words in his life.
With a desperate lunge, he tackled Mira, interrupting her movements. Straddling her waist, he exuded powerful white flames all over his body. Swinging heavy punches with lethal malice, he repeatedly struck at Mira's forehead.
Yet all his attacks missed, the heavy blows landing on the ground behind Mira's neck, leaving pits of various sizes.
Merka found himself in disbelief as Mira simply tilted her head slightly, dodging every blow effortlessly.
"Are you angry? Haha!"
"Angry people are easier to predict, they don't even need my magic."
"You're like locust after autumn, struggling desperately!"
Merka split into a clone again, attempting to pull out a twisted wand to deliver a fatal blow to Mira. But Mira only smiled and waved her hand at Merka, causing dozens of lavender-colored iron chains to shoot out from behind her and pull her into the ground.
Before Merka could grasp the situation, a mighty dragon claw suddenly struck him from behind, slamming solidly into his back.
The sound of a fractured spine and piercing dust explosion resounded, as Merka was hit dead-on by the impact waves akin to a barrage of missiles. Swallowed by the explosion, he flew through the smoke and crashed into a building.
Blood and intestines scattered everywhere, as Merka's lower body was reduced to shreds by the impact. If not for the formidable recovery power of the Descent of the Holy Son, he wouldn't have even lasted a second longer.
"Ugh..."
Merka spat out a pile of clotted blood, his body curling up in pain.
Other than the face-off with Beezelbub, he had never engaged in such a mismatched battle of strength, experiencing extreme helplessness for the first time in his life.
What to do... think quickly.
What breakthrough strategy can I come up with...
Damn it... all because of my proposal to escape... Duke George died... because of me, she died!
Why didn't Mira kill me first... I should have been the one to sacrifice instead of Duke George, right?! Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Merka righted himself despondently. Leaning against the debris of the ruined furniture, a sense of guilt and negative thoughts swirled in his mind, hindering his ability to strategize as usual.
Wait, I need to stay calm... the more critical it is, the calmer I need to be.
Why hasn't Mira teleported next to me yet?
Is it because her magical strength is lacking?
No, every time I try to use a magic spell that's hard to evade, she manages to escape in time with a portal.
With such frequent use of portals, her magical strength is obviously sufficient.
I understand now, she needs to visualize the scene where the teleportation object is to execute the teleportation. She obviously doesn't know my current setting.
Every time she's been able to catch up with me, it's because she saw the appearance of my motorcycle, allowing her to use portals to follow me.
But how do I defeat her?
Every time I have a thought to use magic, she instantly reads it with the prophecy window and uses a portal to escape, no matter how fast I act.
She's practically invincible!
Wait... I have an idea.
Merka's gemstone eyes glittered.
As the white flames burned out, Merka's injuries gradually healed. He struggled to his feet from the ground, leaning on the remnants of furniture, and contemplated thoughtfully.
"She said, by having the opposite direction of the temporal-iron chains, an indomitable twisting force can be generated."
"Thus, I can force her to use a portal and, following her, create an additional portal in the opposite direction on her body, shattering her into pieces!"
