Chapter 1229 - Dark Region (13) (1/2)
If it were considered a nightmare for the dark elves to take on Anne, it would be utter hell for them to face Shira.
“Hahahaha!”
The petite young lady flourished her huge, bloodied sword, slashing blade rays one after another across the air. As she strolled, the sword with a serrated iron blade bore a resemblance to the razor-sharp teeth of a monster tore at the dark elves’ flesh. Scarlet and viscous blood and flesh splattered on the ground in every swing of her blade. At that very moment, fear and despair were written all over the faces of the dark elves.
Shira’s battle style wasn’t as grand as Mini Bubble Gum’s or Anne’s, where they launched an AoE attack before trampling on the enemies. On the contrary, the seemingly fanatical young lady also made some crazy attacks at the start. In the encirclement of hundreds of duergars and bugbears, she didn’t cast any magical spells or defenses, but lifted the exaggeratedly huge sword instead, pouncing on the enemies without any hesitation.
In the beginning, the dark elves disregarded her, but their suspicious personality made them wonder whether Shira had any crafty ideas in her head. After all, her attack was too ‘out in the open’. To the dark elves who were passionate about conspiracies, it went without saying that they would suspect the reason why this young lady attacked so blindly was purely to lure them away from their territory…
But shortly after, they discovered that this wasn’t some machination at all. Shira was alone without any form of defense. Even if she were to self-destruct, the dark elves weren’t afraid as they had hundreds of bugbears and well-equipped duergars taking the blow for them. Apart from the ridiculously huge sword in her hands that was worthy of a mention, there was nothing else that caught their attention. Not only that, but her princess dress was also tattered with holes. The dark elves believed that even though this young lady was strong, she would eventually perish to her death after facing so many cannon fodders at once without any preparations. Gazing at the young lady darting toward them with the deadly huge sword, the dark elves expected her to be caught in the slaves’ encirclement and die to the countless blades.
But it was a pity that while the dark elves guessed the opening accurately, they didn’t the ending.
Shira was indeed defenseless. Facing the duergars who tried to stop her, the young lady lifted her sword with a grin and swung down from above. In a loud bang, the duergars in front of her were smashed into chunks of flesh. Even though they wore steel armor that could withstand blades, they were useless against her. At the same time, the other slaves swarmed toward her, flourishing their blades at the young lady.
The sharp blades slashed her body ruthlessly—yes, her body, not her afterimage. Almost everyone witnessed a dozen weapons piercing her petite figure. If she were an ordinary human, she would be more than dead by now. But it was a pity that the slaves weren’t aware that she was more than ordinary.
It was only at that moment, when Shira raised the huge sword in her hands and burst into laughter, that the slaves realized they were facing a terrifying and unimaginable enemy.
“It’s not painful enough! Not enough! Use more force! More! I want more pain. Hurry. Continue! Hahaha, it’s so painful, let’s enjoy it together!”
Whoosh…!
Yelling like a lunatic, Shira brandished the huge sword at the slaves. In a single swing of the blade, countless severed flesh soared into the sky. In an instant, blood, flesh, and internal organs scattered, dyeing the land around her in a fan-shaped, maroon hue. The young lady paid no attention at all. She continued to flourish her sword without any intention to stop.
Again, again, and again.
She was jike a child squatting by an ant’s nest on a boring afternoon and patiently squashing each ant that came out of the hole.