The North Wall of the Demon King’s castle had fallen into utter chaos.
Viviya stood atop one crude platform constructed by goblins, gazing at the Demon King’s castle that remained majestic even under the shroud of night.
She could see her goblin slaves surging toward the base of the wall like a tide.
They used crude siege ladders, battering rams, and even their own bodies to strike against the solid fortifications.
Thick smoke billowed as the roars of battle, the strange shrieks of the goblins, and the booming rumbles of the wall intermingled.
They composed the first movement of her overture of revenge.
Despite the heavy losses, Viviya’s face twisted into a distorted smile as she watched the defenders of the castle seemingly thrown into confusion.
“Isayat! Do you see this?! This is the power birthed from despair! Your end has come!”
She screamed hysterically, as if doing so could vent all the resentment and hatred buried in her heart.
She believed that with the goblins’ massive numbers, she could wear down the castle’s defenders even if she had to rely on Human Sea Tactics! She wanted to see Isayat torn to pieces by her “filthy” army with her own eyes.
However, at that moment, the chaos atop the wall seemed to stagnate for a heartbeat.
Immediately after, a figure appeared at the crenelations.
It was a woman.
She was barefoot and wearing only a thin white chemise.
Under the reflection of the firelight and the night, her skin appeared whiter than snow.
Her hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and in her hand… she was actually holding nothing more than one small, inconspicuous Small Knife.
Every goblin who saw this scene froze, including Viviya on the platform.
‘What… what is happening? Is the Demon King’s castle empty? Did they send out a madwoman? One who isn’t even dressed?’
Ling Xiya stood upon the wall, looking down coldly at the dense goblin army swarming like ants below.
She didn’t even observe the terrain or contemplate tactics.
Her mind held only one thought — ‘Clear away this trash disturbing me and Master.’
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her manic gaze reflecting the firelight below and the hideous faces of the goblins.
“Insects…” she whispered.
In the next second, she moved.
Without any warning, Ling Xiya’s body leaped from the wall like a phantom.
She didn’t choose any way to break her fall, instead plummeting directly into the densest cluster of goblins.
Squelch!
A soft sound echoed, as if fruit were being sliced open.
The goblins in front didn’t even realize what had happened before they felt a surge of agonizing pain, and then their consciousness plunged into darkness.
Ling Xiya landed as light as a feather, her toes tapping lightly against a goblin’s head as she used the momentum to spring up again.
The Small Knife in her hand had become the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
The blade light flashed with extreme speed, darting through the darkness like silver lightning.
There was no flamboyant magic and no powerful battle aura, only the purest, most lethal speed and precision.
Every swing of the knife was accompanied by a shrill scream and the falling of one or several goblin heads.
With every turn, multiple goblins were decapitated or disemboweled.
Her movements were fluid, carrying a sense of cruel beauty.
Her white chemise was quickly stained red with blood, and speckles of filth splashed onto her face, but she seemed completely oblivious as she continued to weave through the goblin crowd, slaughtering them.
Panic began to spread among the goblins.
They had never seen such a terrifying human!
This woman wasn’t a person at all; she was a demon! She was a death-seeking wraith that had crawled out of hell!
The numbers they took pride in seemed like a joke before her.
Their weapons couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes.
Their attacks were nothing more than a breeze against her face.
Ling Xiya’s eyes held nothing but slaughter.
In her world, everything besides Isayat was an enemy.
These hideous goblins, the noises they made, and their foul stench all made her feel immense disgust.
She wanted to clean them up quickly and return to her master’s side.
She was like a red whirlwind, ravaging the vast goblin army.
Wherever she passed, flesh and blood flew, and severed limbs piled up like mountains.
The goblins began to break and flee.
Their courage was utterly crushed in the face of absolute power and madness.
On the high platform, the smile on Viviya’s face had long since frozen, replaced by extreme shock and terror.
‘How is this possible?! How can this be?! One person?! A woman holding a Small Knife?! She is… she is actually massacring my army?!’
Those were thousands upon thousands of goblins! It was the vengeful force she had spent so much effort to assemble! How could they be… how could they be so vulnerable?!
“Stop her! Stop that madwoman! Kill her!!”
Viviya shrieked hysterically, her voice cracking with fear.
“Archers! Fire!!! Attack!!”
However, it was all in vain.
Before the arrows could even get near Ling Xiya, she casually sliced them down or dodged them at impossible angles.
Ling Xiya’s gaze finally seemed to notice the hysterical figure on the high platform.
She tilted her head slightly, as if identifying the “commander.”
‘Is it her? The leader of these insects?’
A flicker of indifference flashed in Ling Xiya’s eyes.
She changed direction, her feet tapping the ground as her body shot toward the platform where Viviya stood like an arrow released from a bow.