Date: Unspecified
Ti: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern-Central Region Corridor, Southern Region, Base Ursus
"I’m sorry, Your Highness. If you want to leave here, you will have to kill us all first."
Stating that Rescue Squads 1 and 2 began to surround the Field Marshal while securing strategic positions in the seven sin supersession battle array formation set up by the soldiers.
"What makes you guys think I won’t?" I thundered with exaggerated bravado as if trying to scare the pests surrounding away, playing the part of Field Marshal Lorn to the best of my knowledge.
The Field Marshal Lorn known to the world, though fierce, was actually very empathic and compassionate, especially towards her comrades, i.e. soldiers. So even believed that these qualities of hers were what made her fierce on the battlefield, especially when against the monsters and demon worshippers.
Not to ntion, Field Marshal Lorn was a symbol of honor and valor for many soldiers regardless of their alliance. She was not soone who would use her prowess to bully the weak and helpless. Therefore, I couldn’t start a massacre unless, of course, I happened to have evidence that they were demon worshippers.
If I did slaughter the rescue squads and the soldiers, forget the Masters, the Southern Royal family would be alerted, learning that Field Marshal Lorn was engaged in such a grueso act. Because that was not Field Marshal Lorn, the world knew.
She was one of the few field marshals out there known for showing rcy on the battlefield, even if it were against the Northerners. The long-standing difference between the northern and southern regions was known to everyone in the five regions, so Field Marshal Lorn’s stance against them alone should speak volus about her character.
Though it was worth noting that with her prowess she could afford to do so. However, that didn’t apply to demon worshippers. She would kill them like the pests they were without hesitation, almost instinctively as if ingrained in her soul pathways.
The leader of the rescue squad was counting on this empathy and honor of Field Marshal Lorn to force her into a compromise. Similar to how Henricks made use of her honor to steal the D-rank Dungeon Relocation Card from right under her nose. Basically, the rescue squad from the central region wanted the Field Marshal to take pity on the enemy that not only dared to transpose in her territory but also tried to take advantage of her morals and principles.
Unfortunately for the rescue squad leader, unlike Henricks, he lacked the necessary leverage. The Field Marshal’s patience and tolerance had a clear limit, a fact the Northerners were painfully aware of. To her, showing rcy to her enemies was not a weakness, but a undeniable symbol of her absolute strength and authority over the battlefield. It was like a multi-billionaire spending hundreds of millions on a whim—not because they needed to, but because it was nothing more than spare change to them.
"Your Highness, I an no offence by this but we rather die at your hands than leave hear empty handed," the rescue squad one’s leader made it clear that this was not the case of ’damned if you do, damned if you don’t,’ it was a case of ’damned if you do, oblivion if you don’t.’
If they were to fight the Field Marshal, at worst they will die and their soul will enter the river of reincarnation, but if they were to return empty handed to their Masters, they knew only oblivion awaited them. So, they would rather risk offending the Field Marshal over returning empty-handed. The thought of escaping to the Way Beyond never even crossed their minds, knowing that it would be a fool’s errand.
"Fine, then. Allow to put an end to your misery," I said as I suddenly unleashed the absolute pressure of my Thousand Blood Curse Incarnation Body through my celestial force.
The pressure of my physical strength alone was so intimidating and strong that everyone in the vicinity felt like the world had co to a sudden halt. So weak-willed ones fainted on the spot. Without any suspense, the seven sin suppression battle array formation was undone while the Elite card demigods of the rescue squads one and two stared at in horror. I was still in my mortal form, I couldn’t imagine the look on their faces had they seen in my hybrid form.
The strength of one thousand and twenty four SSS-rank curses carefully selected and integrated with my one thousand and twenty four primordial spirits to enhance my strength were no joke. These curses not only complented and enhanced each other, but so of them also stacked up.
Unlike the ti fought with the Field Marshal and the Celestial Array Spirit of the Lil’ Red Storm, the list of thousand SSS-rank curses I’m using right now was more refined and calculated. They specifically chose to enhance my physical attributes to complent the rudintary martial arts I learned from the Field Marshal’s Martial Arts Intent Card.
This was to say my new playlist of SSS-rank curses made stronger and had better prepared than back when I fought with the Field Marshal and the spirit of the celestial array on Lil’ Red Storm. The physical attributes of Thousand Blood Curse Incarnation Body back then were already overwhelming for the Field Marshal; she had to rely on her martial arts expertise to abuse my uncoordinated ass. But now with my new combination of SSS-rank curses and little knowledge in martial arts, I can give the Field Marshal a run for her money.
This was one of the determining factors why I chose to disguise as the Field Marshal. I had the strength and power to act as her. The thousands of soldiers lying unconscious around would agree to that.
"I’m sure right about now you guys are feeling that suicide by my hands wasn’t a...," I said, vanishing mid-sentence and eerily appeared behind the leader of the squad one dragging using my ’if you see I see you ability,’ before he could react I dug his divinity out of his body rcilessly uttering, "...wise choice."
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