Mivana’s consciousness blurred. Overco by extre fury, the Lady Knight lost her sanity. Her bloodline was calling out, evoking a single, undeniable concept.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
’Numb and ignorant, cunning and treacherous rabble...’
’The disloyal and the unjust deserve to die!’
The Silver Sword was unsheathed. Under the control of the [Cursed Source Blood], her vision turned into a sea of red. The outlines of all things blurred, leaving only the vibrant auras of living beings, luring the Cursed Blood to slaughter.
Her muscles moved on instinct, swinging the blade as she had thousands of tis before.
’How fragile the bodies of mortals are before the blade of a Powerhouse.’
"Spare... spare us!"
"Run! Run!"
"She really is a Beastman! Die! Die!"
"The Knight Lord won’t let you get away with this!"
Blood, wails, screams, curses... all of it was filtered out. Each life she took brought an intense thrill, as if satisfying an endless hunger. The imnse pleasure nearly drowned her.
Only when all the cries had vanished did Mivana regain a mont of clarity. She turned her head and saw a village razed to the ground. The villagers’ corpses, torn asunder by sharp blade energy, could not even be pieced together into complete fragnts.
Even the small mountain range the village was nestled against had been split apart by ferocious slashes, leaving a terrifying chasm that scarred the earth.
The curse surging through her bloodline had drowned Mivana’s sanity, but it had also granted her stats that were utterly Heaven-Defying.
"Ngh..."
Mivana clutched her head, staggering forward.
She should have felt remorse for violating the code of chivalry.
But at this mont, what Mivana felt first wasn’t guilt or despair, but an almost absurd sense of exhilaration.
’Slaughter... so this is how exhilarating it is.’
’Was I wrong, or was I right? Should they have been killed? Or not?’
’As long as I kill, problems are solved. As long as I kill, I don’t have to think...’
The Cursed Source Blood, burning like fire within her, drove Mivana out of the deep mountains to wander aimlessly.
THUD-THUD-THUD—
As dawn broke, the thundering hooves of Mixed-Blood Warhorses echoed from a high ridge behind Mivana.
A unit from Jinquan Territory, led by several Yonglan Knights, had caught up to Mivana. It seed they had followed the Lady Knight’s unconcealed tracks.
"That’s her!"
"A Beastman? Dammit, why is a Beastman here?"
"The Monster from Dusk Lamp Territory?"
One of the Yonglan Knights who knew of Mivana’s existence roared in fury:
"F*cking hell, I knew this Monster couldn’t be left alive! We should have annihilated that pack of Beastn long ago, not leaving a single one!"
’Not a... single one?’
Mivana slowly lifted her head and turned. Her golden-red pupils, now almost completely swallowed by crimson, glinted with a cold, rciless light.
’The cruel and inhumane Knight class, acting with such perverse tyranny...’
’The inhumane and the faithless deserve to die!’
SHING—
The Wolf-eared Maiden’s figure vanished. In the next instant, she reappeared before the lead Yonglan Knight.
As an incarnation of the Mortal World’s martial virtue, a proper Yonglan Knight possessed strength of at least the [Prominent] Tier. The mont Mivana appeared before him, he drew his sword to block on pure reflex.
Such reaction speed could be considered excellent.
But it was useless. The difference in their stats was as vast as a chasm.
CLANG—
The Knight’s Silver Sword cleanly snapped the longsword forged from Mithril and Enchanted Alloy. It then tore through the flesh of his shoulder and neck, effortlessly slaying the armored Yonglan Knight.
Although the Blessing of the Riding God on the Silver Sword granted no special advantage against humans, the blade itself was still indestructible.
SQUELCH—
The Yonglan Knight was cleaved in two on the spot. Although the invisible shield around Mivana blocked most of the gushing blood, a few specks still splattered onto her long coat.
"You dare murder a Yonglan Knight?! I’ll take your head!"
"Beastman filth, go to hell!"
Seeing their comrade’s grueso death, the other Knights were not cowed but enraged. They drew their weapons and charged forward.
Yonglan Knights do not know the aning of retreat. When facing an enemy, their first thought is always how to fight and win, even when Mivana had clearly demonstrated far superior strength.
And so, they got what they asked for. Mivana, her mind clouded by fury and bloodlust, showed no rcy.
Crushed, pierced, beheaded, bisected, torn apart, shattered... In Mivana’s hands, the pinnacle of martial skill forged by the [Knightly Hundred Arts] beca the very instrunt used to slaughter the Knights themselves.
After slaughtering the Yonglan Knights, Mivana turned to the panicking army. Unlike the Knight Lords, most other military corps in the Country of Yonglan were little more than the Knights’ hype n. They all acted incredibly brave when the Knights were leading the charge, but the mont their leaders were gone, these armies would collapse in an instant.
Seeing their masters butchered like livestock, the remaining soldiers, though fully ard, could not muster the slightest will to resist.
They scrambled away, pissing themselves in terror as they scread:
"Monster! Monster!"
"Even the Knight Lords are dead... H-how could we possibly be her opponent?!"
"Run! Go inform the Lord!"
Mivana’s crimson gaze fell upon these n. Her remaining consciousness was filled with pure brutality, leaving only one mode of thought.
’These arrogant, posturing soldiers, these officials who suck the people dry, and all the others who cling to the Knightly nobility... they are all accomplices to evil.’
’The unwise and the discourteous deserve to die!’
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