While Hans was still hesitating and struggling, Elf had already dressed herself and jumped down from space.
Landing precisely once again, she did not fully dissipate the impact, allowing flames and flying chunks of stone to crash into the Flesh Mountain.
When it came to holding grudges, Elf had perfectly inherited Derek's genes.
"Come out! Monster."
Elf stood arrogantly in the square, surrounded by writhing flesh.
Low humming whispers swept over her endlessly like demonic voices.
Faces bearing every kind of expression emerged from the mountain of flesh and sea of blood. They laughed wildly, wept, and wailed as though in agony.
In the end, they all became enraged, and the sound waves took physical form.
"Monster? Monster?! Who are you calling a monster?!"
Countless faces surged forward in fury, roaring at Elf.
The sound waves carried a mental storm, stirring up the winds and clouds.
Some native humans who had cautiously approached the Flesh Mountain covered their ears and retreated frantically.
They were Evolvers who had heard that aliens had once descended here and had come to investigate the anomaly.
They simply had not expected the Flesh Mountain to be far more terrifying than they had imagined.
Even the strongest Evolvers had to stagger out of the range of the sound waves.
But Elf acted as if she had heard nothing. She even drew her flaming Knight's Sword and swung it. The nearby faces were all scorched black, and the air filled with the smell of roasted meat.
"Stay away from me, filthy monster." Elf lightly raised her chin and looked down at the Flesh Mountain with disdain. "I mean you. What do you want? To challenge the child of the god who created you?"
Those words seemed to possess magic. Perhaps Elf's fearless attitude intimidated the Flesh Mountain,