They were not the type for dramatics, especially not at a critical juncture. Mivana simply slung the Silver-haired Princess over her shoulder and fled at top speed.
BOOM—
In the very next moment, the Dragon God Illusion's phantom claw swatted aside countless clouds, raining down innumerable meteor missiles upon Westheid and the others. Rumbling thunder, even faster than the missiles, arrived in an instant.
Even more beams of laser light, faster still than the meteor missiles, erupted from the Dragon God Illusion's body.
Yet even under this seemingly inescapable laser blockade, Duke Qinghui was the first to react, his body vibrating as he shifted and teleported to nimbly dodge the beams. He practically grazed past them. Even for the few beams he couldn't dodge in time, Westheid's shield could just barely absorb the impact.
As long as he wasn't the sole focus of the attack and forced to tank every single laser, it wasn't a major issue.
