Chapter 681 Quantity Is A Quality
Astaroth swung his sword from much too far away, making Titania frown for a single moment before it suddenly grew longer and wrapped around her.
And as he flew past her, Astaroth used the momentum to send her into a spin, using his weight, and the speed he moved at, to turn her into a sling.
With a quick twist of his wrist, the whip sword retracted into a blade, and Titania was sent flying off uncontrollably, tumbling across the air.
Titania tried catching herself but was far from fast enough, as another projectile flew at her, one filled with Aether.
The Fey felt as if time itself had slowed in her mind, as she saw an enormous blue spear, made of compressed fire, flying directly at her abdomen.
She could not react in time, as it slammed into her before exploding outward. The flames engulfed her, and the area surrounding her into a blue inferno.
Phoenix, from a distance away, grinned at the column of fire that rose into the sky.
"Finally, we hit you," she mumbled.
Shortly after the demons had started their onslaught, Astaroth had sent her a message in the party chat, explaining what he thought about the woman.
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"I think Lady Grove, sorry, Titania, is an agility-based fighter. Her mana and health are high, but not enough to compare to either a mage or a true brawler. Her speed is the problem. We are going to need to swarm her if we want to stand a chance. I know she will worry about me the most, so we will have to really on your firepower to deal damage. I'll create opportunities with my demons."
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Phoenix was glad he was finally getting a good sense of tactics, even if that was barely an outline of a plan. She could build on this basis and make a battle plan that would at least give them a chance.
But their opponent wouldn't let them just pile up on her.
After the initial burst of fire, Titania corrected herself, and landed on the ground. The flames were hurting her, yes, but not as much as her pride was hurting.
'I underestimated them. No more.'
She flashed out of the pillar of fire, a sonic boom clapping, which was a signal for Astaroth to act again.
"Sabnock! As many imps as you can!" he commanded.
"Ronové! I need you to make the ground as hard to traverse for her as possible. Confine her to the sky." He then ordered Ronové, who stood next to him.
Both Marquis nodded in acknowledgement.
They wouldn't have too much trouble finding the Fey, as Paimon was still following her with her eyes, and sending the location information through her mind to all her underlings.
A torrent of imps started coming out of a large portal, which Sabnock had opened. This was his army, and the portal didn't connect directly to hell, but inside him.
Astaroth looked at the battlefield, following the trail of death to try to see where Titania was. She was moving much too fast for him.
Near him, Andromalius did not know what to do. His powers were ill-fitted for combat, especially against a single opponent, whose mind seemed like a steel wall to him.
Not far, Ose was having a similar thought, after her many attempts to breach into Titania's mind had no result.
They stuck close to Astaroth, in case they could at least sacrifice themselves for him, giving him more time to fight. But, other than that, they felt useless.
On her side, Phoenix was waiting for the next opening.
She could see approximately where Titania had been, but not where she was or where she was going.
The Fey seemed to be razing through the battlefield aimlessly.
Titania was mowing down the obnoxious little imps and tried to reach the weaker demons, to get rid of them. But they always seemed to move away from her, like they knew where she was.
Feeling a gaze locked on her, she understood this was Paimon's doing.
'You aren't fast enough to follow me, but that doesn't mean you can't observe me, I see. Time to fix that.'
"Mist Blades, activate."
As soon as she muttered those words, a cloud of thick fog erupted from her swords, covering the entire battlefield. It became impossible for anyone to see anything relying on their eyes.
But as the demons, Phoenix, and Astaroth started expanding their magical senses, they realized something else.
The fog was also thickly laced with mana!
It was like they were swimming in mana. To most, this made piercing it incredibly difficult, as their mana senses almost immediately reflected to them.
Astaroth was better off, as his perfect mana sense made him capable of piercing through the fog for a few metres. But not far enough to get an excellent overview.
But as soon as he felt Titania's presence cross into his coverage, he sent the coordinates to the demons through the ring.
But she was already gone.
"She's toying with us…" Astaroth growled.
He noticed a strange thing as he said those words. He barely heard them.
Trying to speak again, Astaroth realized the fog was blocking more than just their sight. It was also blocking their hearing.
The battlefield had become eerily silent, with no one hearing much of their own words, let alone the Fey that was running around, taking down demons like picking flowers.
The fog held for ten seconds. But as it disappeared, Astaroth gasped.
Before him, where there were once eight demons and several thousand imps, almost nothing remained.
Paimon was wounded, with her two Marquis in terrible shape next to her.
Phoenix was too far away and was unaffected.
The two dukes and three counts were dead. No more imps remained, as their blood was already draining through the strange multicoloured sand.
Titania looked at the few remaining threats and grinned.
"It has been a long time since I could go wild. I thank you both for this chance. But the farce has gone on long enough. Time to finish this.
"Fey Queen's domain; Death in Dreamland."
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