Operation Red Book

Ivy woke up in a state of chaos. When she woke up, her consciousness was still fuzzy, as if all her brains had been drained out.

All the bones in her body seemed to be crushed into sand. She could not feel the pain in her body, but only felt that she had turned into a heavy sandbag.

Looking up, I saw endless darkness, with a vortex in the center filled with countless blue and white lightning, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the figure of a giant beast shuttled through the dark clouds, and only some vague shadows could be vaguely seen.

The beast's body was as huge as a hill, its pitch-black eyes were looming, flashing with bloody greed.

The long horns on its head curl up upward, symbolizing the beast's extraordinary status.

"Roar--"

The sharp claws as big as a lake dispersed the dark clouds in front of it, and the dark clouds dissipated in the air and turned into a strong cool breeze.

The cool breeze blew towards the ruins near the wall, awakening Ivy a lot.

"Joshua..."

Ivy called out incoherently. She couldn't see Joshua, couldn't hear Joshua's voice, and couldn't even feel Joshua's presence...

Endless loss and anxiety filled Ivy's heart, disrupting her already weak breathing.

Fighting back her fatigue, Ivy looked towards the horizon.

It seemed like something was flying among the low-lying clouds.

The flapping of large wings suddenly entered Ivy's field of vision and attracted all her attention.

Only then did she realize that the giant beast was not trying to disperse the clouds, but was swatting the huge fly caught in them.

"No, where did the fly come from?" Ivy hummed in confusion.

"To be able to turn that horrible demon into this..."

"what……"

A piercing pain suddenly pierced Ivy's brain, rampaging around in it without any hesitation.

Ivy frowned in pain. She slowly calmed her pounding heart and tried to drive the gray-black fly out of her sight.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

After finally catching her breath, Ivy licked her lips and turned her attention to her arm.

It was as if her muscles did not belong to her. No matter how hard Ivy tried, her arms, limp on the gravel, could not move at all.

She gritted her teeth in anger and tried to raise her chin.

"Uh-huh……"

All the strength in her body seemed to be concentrated in that arm. Ivy's lower lip was bitten white and her whole body was trembling slightly.

The limp arm was also trembling. Looking closely, there seemed to be a thin crack between the skin and the rock. Light shone through the crack, blurring the boundary between the two sides.

While she was unconscious, she thought of someone, but strictly speaking, that was not a person.

Jasper's power is extraordinary, far beyond the ability of two tiny humans, Ivy and Joshua, to contend with.

Someone who can fight against her, who can be contacted at this time, who can rush here quickly and fight for her...

Only him - the demon Dorian.

“Ooooo…oooo…ahhh!”

Before she knew it, Ivy had gathered all her strength.

She paused, then swung violently.

An unbearable pain came from under my body, and the arm that was dominated by strength finally began to shake violently.

“Drink…drink!”

Ivy closed her eyes tightly, and two blue veins popped out on her forehead.

Suddenly, she shook violently, and the annoying arm suddenly bent down as her body spasmed.

"Clap!"

There was a soft sound, followed by Ivy's slight gasp of exhaustion.

The off-white sleeves had long been stained dark red by the blood, and under the wrinkled bloodstains, a lot of blood had seeped out of the dense wounds.

Ivy tilted her head, trying to ignore the rusty smell in her nose, and slowly moved her hanging hand to her neck.

There was a blue-black spot there, which was the devil's contract signed between Ivy and Dorian.

After such a long time, Ivy has long been accustomed to its existence.

If it weren't for the current crisis where she had no choice but to ask Dorian for help, Ivy would have chosen to turn a blind eye even if she remembered the existence of this contract.

After all, she was still mad at him.