In the blink of an eye, she had become a fully fledged dragon knight!
The five Demon Race members all changed expressions when they saw Professor Jones charging toward them atop a dragon.
Stitching Corpse Demon Rororo abruptly condensed a void demonic sword and said in a deep voice, "Add one more."
It had exchanged several rounds with Professor Jones before. Though neither had tested the other's true strength, it instinctively felt that going alone would be far too dangerous.
"Add me in." Tower Demon Ata stood up.
It was tall and lean, with a dull voice and exceptionally long arms and legs.
As it stepped forward, square stones naturally appeared beneath its feet, carrying it through the air.
Stitching Corpse Demon Rororo immediately nodded. Then came the sound of writhing flesh as two wings burst from its back—a black-red dragon wing and an ash-gray bat wing.
The two exchanged a glance, then set off simultaneously, explosively charging toward Professor Jones.
Among the remaining three Demon Race members, the Single-Winged Banshee also spread her sole wing and flew to the side.
She had done so deliberately, in order to widen the distance between herself and Rororo's group.
On the human side, she had met Sister Callian's gaze just moments ago, and sure enough, she then saw that nun... riding a wyvern toward her!
"She clearly has wings, yet she rides a dragon. Is it because the wings have a time limit, or because she fears they will vanish once her magic is depleted?"
The Single-Winged Banshee thought rapidly. She knew this was not a sparring match that would end at the first touch, but a clash of life and death.
Analyzing every unusual aspect of an enemy would help reveal their weaknesses.
"Mine's out too." The Dead Swamp