The blade cut through the armor neatly. Blood splashed out from the gap like tiny red lines.
Unexpectedly, the victim did not scream. Instead, he clenched his teeth and grabbed her hand that was holding the sword, as if he wanted to fight for a chance for his companion.
Unfortunately, he ignored the huge gap in strength between them.
No. 76 easily broke free from his grip. She pulled out her sword and kicked him away at the same time.
The place where the Knight was kicked deflated as if he had been hit by a blunt weapon. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground without making a sound.
It seemed that her fists and feet were more convenient. No. 76 glanced at the sword that was full of cracks after only one blow. She simply threw it aside and pounced on the others with her bare hands.
The hunter became the prey in an instant.
She leaped high and moved quickly on the shoulders of the clumsy Knight. Every time she landed on the head of a person, she would clamp the helmet with her feet and rotate her body with inertia. The crisp sound of cervical vertebrae breaking could be heard. Before the person fell, she had already kicked away and leaped to the next enemy.
Compared with No. 76's light movements, the Knight's counterattack and evasion were no different from that of a wooden stake.
It was not a big deal if she did not land on the enemy's head. It was very easy for her to strike the enemy's joints to make him lose his balance and then give a fatal kick. Or she could lure the enemy and let them attack her teammates from the front and back.
"This... is impossible!"
"Damn monster!"
After several rounds of fighting, the Knight found that their enemy could not be judged by common sense. She was not only extremely strong, but also knew swordsmanship and close combat like the back of her hand. She was a skilled and ruthless fighter. No matter how they looked at it, they could not associate her precise killing methods with the 20-year-old girl in front of them.
"Get out of my way, all of you!"
With a loud shout, Sir Logan rushed into the crowd, pulled up its front hooves and stepped on No. 76.
The others hurriedly helped to block the gap and tried to trap her.
No. 76 grinned. Instead of retreating, she raised her hands and grabbed the two hooves of the horse. The horse neighed, but remained motionless.
What she did next made everyone unable to believe their eyes. She lifted Sir and his mount off the ground and swept them towards the surrounding Knight. Those who were hit suffered minor fractures and vomited blood, while those who suffered serious injuries died on the spot. Sir was naturally the most miserable one. After being knocked off the horse, his body had been twisted into an abnormal shape.
The pursuers who were still alive collapsed.
They mounted their horses and scrambled to escape from this place. They were eager to get as far away from this monster as possible, but No. 76 obviously would not give them the chance.
Once the enemy gave up resisting, what followed was no different from a massacre.
…
By the time No. 76 cleaned up all the traces of the battle, it was completely dark outside.
The corpses of the knights were thrown into the farmland not far away, and scattered wheat stalks were used as the most basic cover. Although it was only a matter of time before they were discovered, by that time, the witches would have already withdrawn into the territory of Graycastle.
She got into the most luxuriously decorated carriage, lifted the soft cushion on which Yorko usually lay, and carefully took out a Magic Stone Ring which was shining with colorful light from under the cushion. Even under the faint moonlight, one could see that there was a cyclone slowly rotating inside the crystal-like crystal.
After carefully examining the ring, No. 76 carefully put it into her arms, rearranged the soft cushion, and lay on her back.
After that, all she needed to do was to go to the next village unhurriedly and hire a coachman to take her to Graycastle.
They might not stay at the border for too long or even a day, but as long as her destination was the Western Region of Graycastle, she would see those witches again one day.
Looking at the bright crescent moon outside the window, No. 76 could not help but let out a sigh.
More than 400 years had passed, and the Union that once controlled the vast and fertile land had disappeared like dust. The only thing that had not changed was the starry sky in the night.
Only when she looked up at the sky could she feel that she was still alive — not living in the underground, not living in the present after the Union had disappeared, but living in the Holy City of Taquila 400 years ago.
That incomparably prosperous witch empire.
After that, the road of escape... could no longer be considered as living.
The only thing that kept her going was a remnant of hope.
…
"How does it feel to change back into a female body?" someone asked. "Someone asked," Do you feel touched by being yourself again? "
She took two deep breaths and tried to move her wrists and ankles. "The distance is shorter." "Of course.
"Of course, it's because this body is relatively short and stout, so it's not suitable for you to serve those mortals." The voice chuckled. "Besides, there are very few female God's Punishment Warriors, so you don't have to be so picky. "
"Looks and age are also very important," another person chimed in. "If the beauty standards of mortals didn't change drastically, why would anyone want those bodies that look no different from men? Just standing there was enough to spoil his appetite. If you don't believe me, just look at Elena. She would rather have a male body than a defective one. "
[That's right, yours is already the prettiest out of everyone. "
"You know what I mean, Pasha." She raised her head helplessly and looked at the huge sarcoma with wriggling tentacles at the top of the cave. "In this way, I have to practice controlling my limbs again. From sewing to wielding a sword, I have to spend time practicing every movement. "
"It doesn't matter." A tentacle dropped down and gently poked her forehead. "The only thing we don't lack is time. "
…
[Why do we have to deal with mortals? Alethea was soaking in the scorching lava and blowing a series of bubbles to show her dissatisfaction. "Can't you bring the witches here to test their talents? "
"Have you been sleeping for too long that your brain has become muddled?" Pasha retorted. "It's not like four hundred years ago. Catching one or two witches is still acceptable, but do you intend to catch hundreds of witches and bring them to the mountains? I don't want to be regarded as a monster by these juniors. "
"Then we can also let the witches carry out this task, right? Don't forget that these bodies that can move around are the witches' enemies. "
"First of all, she has to trust us completely and have the ability to protect herself. Where can we find such a person? Now that the mortals have taken over the outside world, we have to deal with them sooner or later — just like in the Land of Dawn during the first Battle of Divine Will. "
Pasha paused and pointed a tentacle at her. "What do you think? "
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