Chapter 1216 - 487: Targeted (2)
Whenever demons appear in battle, their numbers seem to increase the more they are fought. The battles escalate from needing just two alarm rings to a situation so intense it requires four.
During this period, Alka even experienced a battle that lasted three days and nights.
He had no choice but to rotate out during this time and rest for an entire night, finally experiencing the feeling of falling asleep without deliberately entering the Dream Realm.
"Demons are attacking!"
Hearing the shout coming from the front, Alka, who was leaning against the wall pondering something, immediately stood up.
His body was covered in demon blood, which had long solidified on his clothes and some protective gear.
Although Alka didn’t necessarily need to wear armor, he still dressed in a set of soft armor for propriety.
Mainly because these sets of soft armor were very easy to clean, saving some cumbersome time.
"Master Alka, shouldn’t you rotate and rest for a while? You’ve been holding the line here for a day," a knight ran over and asked Alka.
It was indeed time for Alka to rotate out.
Upon hearing this, Alka, with an unchanged expression, waved his hand: "No, my magic power is more than half, and my stamina is pretty good, I can continue."
Upon hearing this, the knight didn’t say more, nodded, and left.
After all, whether rotation is needed mainly depends on personal condition.
Alka had already been fighting for a month or two and was accustomed to high-intensity combat, knowing how to precisely control his magic power.
Just after he took a couple of steps, a figure suddenly crashed down from the sky like a cannonball.
Seeing this, Alka immediately waved his hand.
A net formed by elements swiftly absorbed the impact on the figure, allowing it to land steadily beside Alka.
This figure was none other than the Holy Blade Saintess, Anaphel, her armor tattered and covered in blood and grime.
In her current state, she resembled not a saintess but a berserk warrior who had been fighting for a long time.
Anaphel propped herself up with a sword and stood up from the ground.
A large amount of blood stained her golden hair, making her look like a ghost climbing out of a blood pool.
Even the metal eye patch on her glasses had cracks.
However, Alka seemed accustomed to this look of the saint and saintess, showing no trace of surprise.
His expression didn’t change at all.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the elements of wind gathered streams of water to circle around the Holy Blade Saintess, cleansing the filth from her body, turning the water into a murky red stream.
Controlled by Alka, the stream flew below the city wall.
"Thanks."
Anaphel casually thanked him, took a few breaths, and then prepared to rush into the sky with two weapons.
However, Alka stopped her.
"In your current state, going up will only get you injured, and you’ll need a few extra days of recovery."
Alka said, glancing toward the sky.
Above, about twenty or thirty meters from the city wall, a demon with wide bat wings pointed at the two and sneered.
Amidst the sneer, a molten fire projectile flew toward them.
Most demons could manipulate lava with one hand.
This demon was exceptionally powerful, almost breaking through to the Eighth Stage from the Seventh Stage.
It was renowned across the entire battlefield.
An orange-red figure flew in from the rear tower, charging straight at the demon, engaging it in a sky battle with a large blade in hand.
Seeing this, Anaphel, stopped by Alka, sat down to rest right where she was.
"Why do you always confront this demon?" Alka asked, puzzled.
Although those with treasure on their side were mostly stronger than demons of the same stage.
They didn’t necessarily need to face a demon head-on.
Not to mention that the stronger a demon, the higher its quality. The reason they were invincible at the same stage as the demon was that they possessed treasures.
This was a rule, even the smallest of rules, in other worlds.
Typically, demons below the Sixth Stage didn’t have such power, but once they reached the Sixth Stage and above, it was different.
Demons at this strength stage more or less grasped rules, and their understanding came from their lifelong insights and battles.
Using it was much more instinctive than those with treasure at hand. Therefore, the higher the strength, the narrower the gap.
This was why there were always many strong individuals at the Demon-Defending Fortress, yet they wouldn’t act rashly.
They feared a sudden demon siege with a horde of strong demons. If too much magic power was expended, they’d be at a disadvantage, leading to potential danger.
"That demon will be purified by me someday. By then, I’ll leave it to you to seal it," Anaphel didn’t answer Alka’s question and instead mentioned something else.
Upon hearing this, Alka nodded.
The area he had been battling in was always the city wall mainly defended by the Holy Mother Church.
Most of the time, he fought alongside the members of the Holy Mother Church.
The high-intensity battles had long made Anaphel notice the function of Alka’s Sealing Mirror. Alka had not hidden anything about it.