Yu Mengzhou had to hold the toolbox with one hand, and waved his other hand wildly, trying to hit the banshee. The banshee's sharp claws sank deeply into his clothes and flesh, and the red, warm blood instantly seeped out, soaking the damaged cloth.
Instantly, the banshee screamed miserably and hastily let go of his body. Yu Mengzhou's blood was like the most potent sulfuric acid, instantly penetrating her claws that were harder than steel, corroding her invulnerable body with a boiling sound.
"Oh my god!" Yu Mengzhou shouted in fright. Now he had become a falling object again, but he couldn't fly!
Another banshee swooped over and caught him in mid-air. The previous banshee who had rashly grabbed Yu Mengzhou had already been torn into pieces in the white light and exploded into a bloody mess on the ground.
With this lesson learned, the newcomers dared not rush in and inflict wounds on the hostages. Yu Mengzhou seized the opportunity and struggled fiercely in midair. With his strength, the banshees that were powerful enough to tear the lion apart could not get close to him for a while. They were either cut into pieces by the hoof trimming knife or splashed by the blood on his arm, and disappeared in the white light and painful screams.
More and more reinforcements came from the sky, and silence enveloped the magic horses in the fortress, leaving Yu Mengzhou isolated and helpless. Banshees rushed over in an endless stream, using human wave tactics to suicidal flood the space in all directions.
No matter how different his physique was from that of ordinary people, Yu Mengzhou was still just a human being. He had never received professional training in this area. Even if he fell into hell, except for the direct contact with the frightened little demon on the first day, the thirteen magic horses watched him day and night in the days that followed, like an impenetrable barrier, protecting him so that not even a hair could be hurt.
Therefore, the outcome of his confrontation with the Banshee was almost certain.
But he was unwilling to give up. He didn't know what means the Demon Prince had used to cause the horses to fall into a coma, but he still wanted to hold on. Maybe there would be a turning point at dawn. Maybe there would be a turning point in the next moment, the next second
—However, there was no "next second". A sharp howl sounded behind him, and the Banshee's eagle wings passed through the gap in defense and slammed heavily on the back of Yu Mengzhou's head.
I wonder if my blood can guide Falke and the others to find my whereabouts like the goose feathers in "The Wild Swans"... Well, I'm not a prince in distress!
Before passing out, Yu Mengzhou tightly grasped the hoof trimming knife. This was the last thought that flashed through his mind.
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In a sleep he had never experienced before, Falke dreamed for the first time of the place where he was born.
The magma at the center of the earth, the true, dormant core of the Demon Realm, and the amniotic fluid that breeds all the demon horses.
It stood comfortably on the transparent golden-red thick liquid. The temperature here had already exceeded all imaginary limits. Even the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm, Angra, did not dare to stay here for long, because the original power of the magma in the earth's core would decompose all creations that were not directly from it and recycle them into pure energy.
How did it get here? From the moment it was born, it completely escaped the control of the center of the earth and became a free creature.