Chapter 37: Just a slash with the sword and it’s done.
The eerie wind howled, and a large part of Linshire Village was engulfed in flames, thick smoke billowing up to the sky.
Weapons and farming tools lay shattered all around, and the men were all heavily injured, collapsing helplessly on the ground.
Roderick and Balth were no exception.
In Linshire Village, the only two with warrior class jobs were Roderick and Balth, but they had to face hundreds of demons.
They were simply no match.
They had planned to escape with their families from the back mountain, but to their dismay, their retreat route had long been blocked by goblins.
Roderick and Balth’s eyes turned red; they fought back desperately, but dozens of mountains stood in front of them.
Ogres.
Each over three meters tall and weighing hundreds of kilograms.
These giant, powerful monsters not only used magic, but also possessed near-immortal recovery abilities.
Without specialized weapons, Balth and Roderick were unable to inflict substantial damage on the ogres.
Heavy war hammers and burning potion bottles arrived in succession, and the father and son quickly fell into defeat.
Milia and Franca were also forcibly dragged away by the ugly goblins.
Joy tried to protect them, but she was far too weak.
…
A light breeze swept through as Alicia desperately channeled her battle qi and rushed through the mountains.
Finally, she arrived at the outskirts of Linshire Village.
Seeing the village engulfed in flames, Alicia gritted her teeth in frustration.
Too slow, she was just too slow.
If the Hero’s power were still with her, she could have intercepted the demons and eradicated them before they even reached the village.
But now, she had exerted all her strength to reach here, yet she was still a step too late.
In the village square.
Young women and children had been taken away by goblins, and the men who had fallen were piled in a corner of the square like garbage.
The ogres surrounded the defenseless old people, preparing to light bonfires for today’s celebration.
Unknown potions were splashed on the elders, their eyes filled with terror, crying out in fear but unable to resist.
An ogre mage with two heads began chanting in an unknown language, a huge fireball rising from its hands.
“Ahhh!”
“Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom…”
As the fireball appeared, a dozen ogres suddenly stirred, singing and dancing, chanting bright slogans, offering blessings for today’s victory and tomorrow’s prosperity.
The ogre mage threw the fireball into the air, and it slowly descended, about to ignite the elders of Linshire Village.
Suddenly, a graceful figure flashed by like a breeze.
Her blue-white hair flowed in the wind, her delicate nose shining like jade, and beneath thick lashes, her silver eyes seemed…
What kind of woman was that?
Even the ogres present were momentarily entranced by her unmatched beauty.
This was the power bestowed by the Goddess of Beauty.
Although that power was now frozen, the traces it left on Alicia were enough to make her captivating across races.
Alicia drew her slender sword and swung it out, a powerful wind vortex sweeping through the air.
The fireball in the air, and the encircling flames around the elders, were instantly extinguished, and the ogres were blown back.
The ogres slowly stood up, staring at the suddenly appearing woman in front of them, feeling a bit flustered.
Although the woman was not particularly strong.
The ogres could clearly sense the magic and battle qi emanating from her, which was very average; among humans, she was at most of intermediate level.
In theory, any one of them could easily battle her.
But that woman emitted something else that instilled deeper fear in them.
[Killing Intent]
The killing intent, as if palpable, swept around the ogres with a chilling wind, the scent of death permeating the air, and the pressure suddenly descended.
In that moment, the ogres felt that what stood before them was not a human but a golden wild dragon.
How many lives must be killed to condense such killing intent? The ogres did not know; their survival instinct told them to flee, escaping without looking back.
Unfortunately, the biggest characteristic of ogres is their stupidity; they always mistakenly believe they are clever.
The leading ogre mage stepped forward boldly, slowly approaching: “Human, stop the theatrics.”
Hearing the voice of the ogre mage, the ogres summoned their courage once more, slowly advancing and surrounding Alicia.
“Hu ha, hu ha.”
“Hu ha, hu ha.”
“…”
The bright battle songs rose again, and in front of their kin, the ogre mage slowly walked up to Alicia.
It intended to challenge her one-on-one.
Though the woman appeared somewhat odd, the ogre mage did not think she would be its opponent.
After all, it was an upper-level demon over level eighty, and with its powerful physique and extraordinary recovery abilities, it believed that beneath the saint tier, no one could rival it.
Moreover, if it defeated her in a one-on-one match, she would rightfully become its spoils, and others in the clan, even the leader, would not have the right to covet her.
The ogre’s two heads couldn’t help but lick their lips, the greedy expression on their faces was obvious.
Alicia coldly stared at the ogre mage, her eyes emanating a chilling aura as if capable of freezing anything.
She slowly sheathed her slender sword, saying nothing.
She never wasted words with demons.
[Draw and Slash]
In the next moment, a sharp silver light flashed.
With a “thud,” a round object slowly rolled down from the ogre mage’s neck.
Blood spattered, and the ogre mage didn’t even react; it was left with only one head.
Alicia was, after all, the strongest guardian who had protected the human realm for over three hundred years,
Even if she had lost the Hero’s power and had dropped over a hundred levels,
The combat experience and skills ingrained deep within her still allowed her to stand undefeated against demons dozens of levels higher.
“Ahhhh!”
A wretched scream echoed as the ogre mage looked at the massive wound on its shoulder, fear reaching its peak.
No recovery.
Its other head did not regenerate.
The sword in that woman’s hand was a sacred weapon.
A sacred weapon is one made from holy materials or soaked in holy water; it can greatly suppress certain special abilities of demons.
For example, regeneration.
Alicia approached the ogre mage with a cold glimmer in her eyes as the fierce intent of her sword seemed ready to tear it to pieces.
It will die, it will definitely die.
The ogre mage trembled, quickly rolled back twice, sprang to its feet, and ran toward the back mountain without looking back.
The other ogres dared not linger any longer and hastily followed their leader, fleeing toward the back mountain.
Alicia did not pursue them; she merely stayed in place and allowed the ogres to escape until they completely disappeared.
Seeing that the ogres had fled, the village’s elderly supported each other, slowly getting up, wanting to thank their sudden savior.
Suddenly.
“Thud!”
Under everyone’s gaze, Alicia spat out a large mouthful of black blood and collapsed helplessly to the ground.
[Dark Poison] had flared up.
