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Meanwhile, the air-to-air fight goes on all night. The darkness puts Hazmat, the dragon riders and the gyropters in a disadvantage. Swarms of flying monsters really give them a hard time, even with Omegron fleeing to rescue its master.
‘Dagmar!’ The senior dragon rider Nefemia shouts. A wyvern rider shots a dark blast on Dagmar Langstrom, leader of the dragon riders and it hits straight onto his chest. The old man is thrown away from his dragon, armor and all. The faithful beast dives in high speed, catches its master on its claws and lands on an open space. Alas, Dagmar is already dead from that fatal shot. The dragon roars mournfully.
Nefemia and the surviving dragon riders hear the roar. Enraged, she pursues the wyvern rider who shot Dagmar and pierces the rider’s throat with her lance. Nefemia’s dragon also scorches the wyvern with a full fire blast, finishing the job.
I have avenged your death, Dagmar. Thank you. You have fought bravely and brought honor to our clan. Rest in peace o’ valiant leader, in Vadis’ loving hands.
With that thought, Nefemia keeps on fighting. Soon, she is overwhelmed by four winged monsters, and all her comrades are being overwhelmed too. At this rate, the Succubus queen and enemy air units will wipe out all gyropters and mark the extinction of the Borgian Dragon Riders.
Ivor the Beardless fights most bravely on his one-seated gyropter until a goblin balloon squad comes. Out of bombs, a goblin dives with lit explosives belted around his body. Ivor tries to evade it with a splendid maneuver, but the bomb explodes and breaks the propeller!
Ivor bails out just in time and thanks the dwarves who invented the parachute as he opens it and glides with the ‘umbrella wings’ to make a safe landing. However, a wyvern comes straight to him with jaws open wide, ready to swallow the beardless dwarf whole!
The dwarf is in a helpless position with only his hammer in hand. Just as he is less than a meter away from his death, suddenly a streak of light comes into the wyvern’s mouth, all the way in and comes out from its back! The threat is eliminated. Sighing in relief, Ivor looks back to thank his rescuer. It’s Cristophe! Not only that, he brings a whole lot of help: the griffin riders!
Chris shouts to Ivor, ‘Are you all right, my friend?’
Ivor shouts back, ‘Aye, Your Majesty! Ivor Bigstumble from Grad on duty! Thank you for saving my life!’
‘Ah, Ivor? Stay safe and go to Hail’varan. I must talk to you later.’
‘As you wish, Your Majesty,’ Ivor salutes as his parachute glides him lower and lower.
Now Chris can focus on something else. He looks around. The griffin riders are now engaging the enemy. The fly in formations, showing series of stunning aerobatics, knocking the enemies over in their path. Their lances and spears always hit the targets, a feat worthy of their greatness. They might be less powerful than dragon riders or wyvern riders, but they certainly are the swiftest, the most agile among them. Of course, their splendid performance tonight is a result of their essential magic support: the Night Vision.
Still, the fight is intense. The Succubus Queen just blasts a gyropter off, riders and all into smithereens when Cristophe comes to confront her. They are soon engage in a dogfight, exchanging blow after blow with tremendous force.
‘Well, well, it’s you again, the fool who knows not shame. Two times defeat and you still hunger for the third,’ taunts the Succubus Queen.
‘I don’t know what you call ‘defeat’ as you always flew away in the middle of our fights without killing me with the chances you got. I only know that as long as I’m still alive, I won’t stop fighting you. Only your demise will be my victory,’ says Cristophe, still delivering his blows, immune from that taunt.
‘That was because I don’t want to ruin that pretty face behind that helmet. I want everything nice and clean until you turn into a pretty undead as my pet.’
‘Well, you’re searching in a wrong place for it. Why don’t you just go to hell, a place full of undead to play with? If you don’t know the way, let me send you there!’
‘Been there, done that, crave for more. Now I’m in a playful mood, so let’s play!’
Saying so, the Queen flies in a spiraling move towards Chris with her Irresistible Desire skill. Chris just shoots Fruits of Diligence rayblasts, suspecting a trap. The blasts are evaded with spectacular drilling maneuvers, and when she is real close to Chris, she suddenly somersaults, changing her move into Wheel of Pleasure rolling kick.
Learning from experience, Chris utilizes his memory about the opponent’s moves and combo possibilities. He blocks the kick with his shield and counterattacks with a wing-like multislash: Shielding Wings of Love. The she-devil doesn’t expect so fast an attack and is grazed on several places – none of them are fatal, though.
Seeing the split-second opportunity, Chris attacks with Singular Voice of Truth, a single thrust with concentrated energy, targeting the she-devil’s heart. Too quick to evade, the opponent blocks with a hastily generated Wall of Souls. The dark aura of the wall reduces the speed and power of the attack, and the opponent uses the momentum to flip backwards. Nevertheless, the Sword of Justice grazes her torso vertically from her belly to her chest, cutting a bit of skin all along her face.
Chris moves away from his opponent to replenish his aura, and the Archdemoness, though her wounds are only skin deep, groans in pain. The wound will leave a scar, not only on her skin but also on her pride. So, the so-called Vordac’s mistress must do something to replace her loss. Instead of cursing Chris for the scar, the Archdemoness laughs.
‘Haha! That’s what I call a blow! But you know what, let’s stop this fight for now. As you can see, our forces are retreating and the air units can never win in this state, and I have a more pressing matter to attend to myself. It’s my deepest regret that the outcome of our fight is undecided – again. But you still haven’t defeated me and the next time we meet, it’ll be your doom!’
Hearing that, Chris, suspecting a trap, pumps his aura to the max, shouting, ‘Wait! Don’t ever think of running away again! Whatever your ‘pressing matter’ is, you must be up to no good, so I shall stop you, no matter what!’
‘Hmm, I know you would say that. So, to guarantee my safe departure, here’s a little something for you. Vare Nekraal’me Mephistopeles!’
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Saying so, she launches countless dark spirits of Eternal Banishment, all flying towards a single target: Chris like homing missiles. The Paladin confronts it with his continuous serial slashes, Guiding Light of Faith. He blocks most of the homing spirit bolts and absorbs quite some damage, though. The built-in protection field of the Armor of Righteousness prevents him from getting the worst of it.
As Chris gets past the Succubus Queen’s sorcery, he finds that the opponent is out of sight. He gets a bad feeling and starts to dash with Acavela the opposite way to the rising sun, but apparently the griffin stops midway. The spirit blow just takes effect on it like poisoning, and Chris knows what to do at once. He takes out a cut of mandrake leaf from the supply bag on Acavela’s saddle and feeds it to the beast. It takes several minutes for the antidote to clear the poison fully, and once all is set, the rider and griffin shoot with top speed towards Myrcalia.
I can only guess where the she-devil is heading. Oh, I hope Eloise and everyone in Myrcalia are all right. Please, Vadis the All-knowing, don’t let anything happen to them.