Chapter 64: Like a Warrior
At this moment, Mork soared freely in the sky, thanks to the wings sprouting from his back.
Seeing Mork flying right in front of her, Airael furrowed her brows slightly.
While she could also fly using magic, she lacked the agility that Mork had up in the air.
Mork hovered in mid-air, looking down at Airael below.
Those ugly, fleshy wings behind him flapped incessantly.
“Your Majesty, how do you plan to fight against me now that I can fly?”
“Just because you can fly doesn’t mean you can win against me,” Airael retorted defiantly.
“Hmph—!”
Mork let out a cold grunt, his wings beating powerfully as he dove towards Airael from the sky.
The rush of air created by his incredible speed filled Airael’s ears with a deafening roar.
Instantly, she raised her sword to block in front of her.
At the same time, a golden shield materialized before her, centered around her sword.
With ease, Mork tore through the golden shield with his own sword. The two swords clashed immediately.
“Bang!” Airael was sent flying backward, leaving a streak on the ground dozens of meters long.
“Your Majesty!”
Celia and Aurora, who were watching from the sidelines, turned pale with worry.
Amons looked delighted.
As expected of a general. Even the magically-empowered Elven Queen couldn’t hope to defeat a general in a one-on-one.
The impact sent a pained expression across Airael’s face.
That speed and strength was astounding!
She marveled in her heart.
Mork’s power after his semi-demon transformation had indeed increased significantly.
This was beyond her expectations.
It’s important to note that above the semi-demon form, there’s also a complete demon form.
If Mork could master that, how strong would he become?
Lacking information and intel, Airael couldn’t arrive at a final answer, only inferring that Mork might only be contendable by herself with the enhancement from the Tree of Life.
Though that was a very terrifying possibility, Mork was only semi-demon for now.
This gave Airael a chance to possibly defeat him.
After the attack, Mork returned to the sky and gazed down at Airael, who appeared to have sustained no damage, his brows knitting together involuntarily.
His thoughts were not unlike Airael’s.
Airael’s power also exceeded his expectations.
Although his recent strike wasn’t his full force, it was a charged attack, yet Airael had managed to take it head-on.
This exchange made them both wary of underestimating each other.
Celia and the others watching were too caught up in the spectacle to grasp the intricacies of the battle.
Enduring the pain coursing through her body, Airael called up to Mork, “Now it’s my turn!”
Like it was a turn-based game.
With that declaration, Airael unleashed her attack on Mork.
In the sky above, a lightning bolt, as thick as a barrel, descended without warning towards Mork.
With a mighty crash.
Mork’s body was completely engulfed by the lightning.
The intense brilliance of the lightning struck fear in those who dared to look, forcing them to avert their eyes.
After the first strike, another followed closely behind.
In a split second, six bolts of lightning fell onto Mork, one after another.
The blinding light made it impossible for anyone to look up and assess the situation.
As the dazzling light dissipated, Mork emerged seemingly unscathed.
However, wisps of white vapor emanated from him.
Upon seeing this, Airael couldn’t gauge if her attack had dealt any real damage to him.
She lacked understanding of Mork in this state.
After Airael’s assault concluded, Mork stretched his limbs.
The sounds of cracking bones echoed around him.
Once he had loosened up, Mork disappeared from sight.
The familiar roar returned to Airael’s ears, making her realize Mork was launching another attack like before.
Incredible speed and formidable power.
Similar to their previous encounter, Mork’s strike sent Airael stumbling back several dozen meters.
Adding to her previous scratches, it seemed like a small trench measuring a hundred meters now lay behind her.
After this attack, Mork barely paused before charging at Airael again.
While not as fast as before, his speed was still impressive.
Airael braced herself, enduring the intensifying pain coursing through her body and channeling magic into her sword.
The sword crackled with golden arcs of electricity.
“Ha!”
Airael swung her sword at the rushing Mork.
A golden sword aura, over ten meters long, shot forth, sparkling with golden lightning.
Mork halted, narrowly dodging the golden sword aura.
In the next moment, another golden sword aura flew towards him.
Mork moved his body to evade the golden aura once more.
However, the golden sword aura seemed endless and increasingly frequent.
Airael continued to wield her sword without interruption.
With each swing becoming more fluid, it seemed like she wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
Although this sword aura barrage demanded a fair amount of her energy, she believed she could hold out for a while longer.
While Airael was relishing her swordplay, Mork felt quite frustrated.
While these sword auras didn’t inflict major damage, they were still a nuisance.
Whether he avoided them or not, they hindered him.
So, with a desire to avoid taking a beating, he opted to dodge.
But it seemed as if the dodging would never end.
After evading for a while, Mork decided to give up.
He soared into the sky, raising his sword, black mist enveloping him.
The dark mist wrapped around his sword.
As the golden sword auras attacked once again, Mork swung his sword downward toward the incoming gold.
A black sword aura, even broader than the golden ones, appeared, charging down towards the golden sword auras and Airael below.
The first golden sword aura was easily sliced through by the black aura, scattering into golden motes of magic light in the air.
Next came the second and third golden sword auras.
After demolishing three golden sword auras, the black sword aura finally began to dissolve.
Ultimately, it clashed with the fourth golden sword aura, resulting in a mutual destruction.
Watching the seemingly endless barrage of golden sword auras approach him, Mork’s mind was in chaos.
“Can’t you just swing your sword while wearing that armor like a proper warrior and fight me fair and square?!”