Chapter 1470: They Needed an Alcott
Sylph waved her hand, pointing at the countless [Ho-white Nova]s. "Kussuth’s fire. Those things are dangerous." She looked around, "But, I’m sure there is a misunderstanding here. I informed the archer not to fire when you come."
She looked at Arad, "Who started the attack?"
Arad looked back, "That was me. When Mathilde told me about the rules, I couldn’t just wait until I got hit, so I decided to walk up the stairs fully ready to tank any attack. And as expected, they fired at me. So I started flying and knocking them down with gravity magic."
Sylph’s smile flinched a bit, but she kept her calm demeanor. "Where is Mathilde? I’m sure you didn’t eat her, did you?"
Arad lifted his hand, but then his finger froze. "Yes, I ate her, that would be accurate. I’ll spit her back up."
Sylph understood what he was talking about, but her angels didn’t. For all they know, Mathilde and Sylph usually achieved a draw when fighting, and Arad ate the archon whole. This isn’t just a dragon; this is a god devouring tyrant.
As Arad waved his hand down, Mathilde showed up and immediately looked back. This bastard of an Overgod, he really did force his way through and burned half of the mountain down. Sylph’s archers couldn’t stop him.
"At least you’re alive. How many angels died?" She glared at him, and Arad smiled, "None, and technically, I didn’t damage the mountain."
Countless angels were dragged out of the fire, forced into small bubbles made from barrier magic and gravity. "It was their arrows that burned the mountain. All I did was fly up and try to stop them from burning their own mountain down."
Sylph laughed, "Well, you aren’t putting those angels down."