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Chapter 125: Charge at the Strongest

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Charge at the Strongest

Ansarhin never expected that, after a lifetime of launching sneak attacks on others, he would be sneak-attacked himself in the end.

From his perspective, this kind of backstab was terrible—technically garbage, not even one ten-thousandth as skilled as his own.

But it was precisely this terribly executed backstab that pinned him to the spot.

The black mist released from the Death Scythe corroded his wound and internal organs. Even if he pulled the scythe’s blade out, death would inevitably come for him.

Ashu stared at Ansarhin. After activating "Reaper’s Resolve" mode, he reached the strength of a mid-level Grand Archmage, while Ansarhin was at the King of Assassins level; there was a realm gap between them.

Therefore, Ashu was extremely cautious. Upon activating "Reaper’s Resolve," he immediately launched "Kiss of the Reaper" to ensure his own survival.

This way, even if Ansarhin managed to pull out the scythe and launch a last-ditch counterattack, Ashu could avoid death once through "Kiss of the Reaper."

After all, as a counterfeit Death Devotee, he would not allow anyone to be more sinister than himself.

However,

Perhaps due to the heavy depletion of physical strength and Magical Essence in the battle with Bloodbell, Ansarhin did not launch a final counterattack. He only stared wide-eyed, glaring fixedly at Ashu.

Until his life slipped away like flowing water, finally fading into nothingness.

Ansarhin was dead—nothing of him remained.

"Sorry, if you didn’t die, I really wouldn’t feel at ease," Ashu said lightly as he sheathed the Death Scythe.

Since Ansarhin belonged to The Royal Family faction, killing him on the spot could weaken the pressure surrounding the Imperial Princess’s coming-of-age ceremony two months later.

Ashu didn’t know who Atras The Royal Family would send to act on that day, but killing him whenever there was a chance was definitely the right choice.

...

At the same time,

Imperial Capital.

Inside the Sacred Cathedral, the white-haired old Pope sighed deeply. He could clearly sense that powerful demonic aura rising again.

Obviously, he was right—the Sword King’s desperate strike had not completely eliminated the Demon leader this time.

Wildfire never dies out; it grows back with the spring breeze!

"Alchir Bishop, you can’t keep making mistakes, sigh... I’ll recall a Demon Huntress Nun for you first."

...

"Rose Valley" town.

The sky was thick with smoke as dense as ink. Several flames left by Mages were burning the corpses on the ground, crackling and snapping.

Shava gazed distantly toward the direction Ansarhin fled but did not give chase. Ahead was the Imperial Capital of this nation—a seemingly delicate sheepfold, but actually filled with masters.

Rashly pursuing would likely put him at a disadvantage.

Therefore, he did not chase but instead turned his gaze to the remaining Imperial Capital army.

So many humans, so many rations.

If he could properly deal with such a large army, this Demon could still enjoy a carefree time.

"Insignificant ants, tremble in fear!"

Shava’s voice carried the oppressive aura of the Abyss. He himself wielded the authority of fear. Although not as powerful as Ashu’s system-granted powers, his own realm was a level higher, and the effect he exerted was far stronger than Ashu’s.

Once the command was issued, the nine-thousand-strong army panicked and fled in disorder.

They had lost their backbone, and with it, their morale. In the chaos of battle, even if ordinary soldiers wanted to flee, escaping was not so easy.

When they turned around, all they could see was a dense sea of heads, packed so tightly that there was no way to break through.

Only the soldiers on the battlefield’s edge had it somewhat easier; those who wanted to run could quickly get out of the fight. Even if the Overseer Squad tried to block them, at least they had a chance to struggle for survival.

Those in the front lines had no chance at all. They had no choice but to fight desperately forward.

In despair, a bloodied Knight lifted up the banner representing the Imperial Capital’s army.

He took a deep breath, using the thick flagpole to support his trembling legs, and growled, "Brothers! Behind us are our wives, our parents, our children! And our King! We can’t just die like cowards! As long as we hold our ground, take one step forward, and keep swinging our swords at the Demons! Then... we are stronger than the King of Assassins! At least, we didn’t run away! Now... rally!"

The anthem of humanity is the anthem of courage.

Inspired by the Knight’s rallying cry, many soldiers with no way out could only comfort themselves mentally.

Yeah, as long as we move forward, we are at least stronger than the King of Assassins. The King of Assassins ran away, but we did not.

At this moment, even a spirit like that of Ah Q was worth adopting.

"Brothers! Charge with me—"

That bloodied Knight roared again. Fueled by adrenaline, he almost screamed his voice hoarse. His voice was hoarse and mournful, his face covered in blood and dirt, and he charged ahead.

He charged straight at Shava.

His emotions had been raised to such a height by his shouting; charging a lesser Demon would have broken their momentum.

If we charge, we charge the strongest.

But reality was cruel...

When the first line of heavy cavalry was torn apart by Shava’s bare hands, the banner symbolizing the Imperial Capital’s army instantly turned to dust. Knights’ guts splattered, smearing the Atras emblem on their shields. Psychological collapse spread like a plague through the ranks.

The courage the soldiers had painstakingly mustered vanished without a trace under the great Demon’s pressure.

They began pushing and shoving each other in flight. Some tripped and were immediately trampled into a pulp; some desperately swung their weapons, only to have their arms easily severed by the Demon...

The blood of three thousand Imperial Capital soldiers soaked the scorched earth, staining the battlefield’s flower fields red.

Shava greedily absorbed the fear and life force, closing his eyes in enjoyment.

Just then,

His eyes suddenly snapped open. In his dark golden goat-like sideways eyes flashed a look of caution, mixed with some irritation.

"Finally decided to show up?"

As his words fell, a golden light flashed across the sky, followed by a rumbling sound.

A woman wielding a Demon Slayer Holy Crossbow, with six Holy Light wings sprouting from her back, descended at incredible speed from the distant horizon.

With a thunderous crash, she landed like a cannonball, and the six Holy Light wings behind her simultaneously vanished.

The sacred light clashed fiercely against the evil demonic aura, turning the air currents over "Rose Valley" town into a soaring hurricane.

"Shava, last time I didn’t have time to hunt you down, and you still dare to sneak into the mortal world?" The one who spoke was none other than Vivita, her voice cold as frost, carrying unquestionable authority.

As her words fell, the Demon Hunter Arrow instantly ignited with the Purification flame. The flickering fire emitted a sacred and blazing light, driving back the surrounding Demon Evil Power step by step.

She had once clashed with Shava at the Netherrealm’s main base. That duel had no clear victor, but the current situation was different: she was at full strength—no injuries, no fatigue, almost no consumption; on the other hand, although Shava had devoured so much fear and life, he had been struck once by the Sword King’s life-consuming slash, which ultimately damaged his vitality. Just this alone was enough to keep him from quickly recovering to peak condition.

At their prime, the two were evenly matched, but if one side’s condition faltered, things could change dramatically.

"Nun, I will make you pay the price," Shava gritted his back teeth. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he sneered, "Oh no, oh no no no... I think these scattered corpses are already your price—the price of your lateness. If only you had arrived sooner, they wouldn’t have died. Oh, you who worship the Divine Mother Goddess, how do you feel now? Is it guilt? Pain?"

A Demon is ultimately a Demon.

Even if some Demons sometimes show flashes of humanity, they are still the embodiment of ’evil.’

Whenever there’s a chance, they never hesitate to reveal their wickedness.

As Shava spoke, he used Magical Essence to manipulate the corpses on the ground, forcing their blood to burst forth and mercilessly whip the dead.

Seeing this, a flash of determination crossed Vivita’s gray eyes. Immediately, she grasped her Demon Slayer Holy Crossbow and charged forward.

"Sanctification!"

Vivita sprinted forward, interrupting Shava’s spellcasting, while unleashing a technique of the Holy Cultivator Guild.

It was advanced holy magic that could guide the souls of the dead to ascend into heaven.

Once ascended to heaven, these people became honored souls, and their bones would no longer be defiled by Demons.

"So you really do have a heart of a saint!" Shava mocked.

"Divine Judgement・Flame of Absolution!" Without wasting words, Vivita’s Demon Hunter Arrow suddenly erupted with power. In that instant, it became a ten-meter-wide pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky.

Shava didn’t feel good about it. Even though he dodged as fast as possible, the flames still grazed him. These flames were no ordinary fire—they were holy flames, far more terrifying than holy water.

Burning on his body, even a great Demon like him suffered intense pain.

If it were a lesser Demon, it would likely mean instant death.

"Damn it!"

As a warrior of the same realm, the pressure of fighting Vivita was completely different from fighting others.

First, Vivita was indeed more elite. Second, her origins naturally countered Demons.

With Vivita’s suppression of the Demons, on the ground, the remaining six thousand soldiers saw the dawn’s first light.

"Hurry, retreat! Get out of this cursed place!"

The six thousand soldiers helped each other as they fled. Their footsteps mingled with the groans of the wounded, echoing across the burning flower fields.

Shava was already at a disadvantage. He hadn’t expected Vivita to return so suddenly, and that Holy Light six wings—she hadn’t used that before!

Perhaps it was some secret tool hidden by the old masters of the Holy Cultivator Guild.

When Vivita fired her third arrow, a flicker of fear flashed in Shava’s eyes. He knew that if this continued, he would suffer another crushing defeat.

Suddenly, he gave a wicked smile, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Stop!"

Vivita’s pupils contracted sharply.

Focusing her gaze, she saw Shava crash headfirst into the Church of Rose Valley town, directly standing amidst a crowd of ’Devotees.’

These ’Devotees’ were disheveled, some even reeked of stench.

But there was no denying one fact—they were human. The true Divine Mother Goddess Devotees would surely be controlled!