"Steady! Hold the line!"
Knight Commander Gareth watched as his proud charge formation was turned upside down by a single, elusive little girl in a black dress. He was so enraged that his eyes felt like they would burst.
He was a veteran of a hundred battles. What kind of enemy hadn't he seen?
Savage orcs, cunning goblins, fearless undead...
But this was the first time he had ever seen a scene where a single person with a pair of scissors sliced through an elite heavy knight order like they were cabbages.
"Back row! Archers! Mage corps!"
Gareth let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with fury and a hint of terror that even he hadn't noticed.
"Ignore the front! Focus fire! Focus fire on that little monster! Burn her to ashes with flames!"
The order was given.
At the rear of the knight order, the long-range units that had remained stationary finally began to move.
Dozens of well-trained archers simultaneously drew the longbows from their backs, nocking magic-breaking arrows that shimmered with a faint golden light.
Several army priests in white mage robes also raised their staves and began chanting Holy Light incantations to purify evil.
"Flames, scorch all the filth of the world..."
"Holy Light, disperse the darkness..."
However.
Before their arrows could leave the strings, and before their incantations could be completed.
A sweet, cloying mist, carrying the metallic scent of rust like a blooming blood-red rose, rose without warning from the ground beneath their feet.
"What's that smell... it's so fragrant..."
A young archer took a breath subconsciously.
The next second.
His eyes became dazed, and the longbow in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Hehe... such pretty butterflies... so many of them..."
He reached out to grab at the air, a foolish grin spreading across his face like a three-year-old child.
"Not good! It's a mental toxin! Hold your breath!"
The lead archer captain was experienced and immediately issued a warning.
But it was already too late.
The red mist spread too quickly, enveloping the entire rear formation almost instantly.
The knights felt the world spinning as the scenery before them began to twist and deform.
Some saw their deceased relatives.
Some saw their most feared nightmares.
And others... simply collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.
"A bunch of useless trash."
A lazy and seductive voice rang out amidst the chaotic rear formation.
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone who managed to stay conscious.
Everyone looked toward the source.
They saw a red-haired woman in a tight black nurse uniform, with a figure so sultry it could cause nosebleeds, appearing among them at some unknown moment.
In her hand, she held a crystal-clear goblet filled with a liquid as vibrant as rubies.
She didn't even look at the staggering soldiers around her; she simply walked with an elegant cat-like gait, passing through the chaotic battlefield as if it weren't a Shura field of flying flesh and blood, but a grand ball hosted by some noble.
"You... who are you?!"
A priest who was still somewhat conscious endured the dizziness in his head, raised his staff, and pointed it tremblingly at Elizabeth.
"Me?"
Elizabeth stopped in her tracks, her red lips curling into a mocking arc.
She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the rim of the glass, her magnificent red eyes flashing with the playfulness of a high-tier predator.
"I'm just a... passing anesthesiologist."
"Anesthesiologist?"
The priest froze for a moment.
In that single moment of distraction.
Elizabeth moved.
Her figure turned into a red flash, instantly appearing before the priest.
There were no wasted movements.
She simply extended two slender, jade-like fingers and lightly tapped the priest's forehead.
"Go to sleep, cutie."
The priest's body suddenly stiffened, the light in his eyes faded rapidly, and then he collapsed limply like a noodle with its bones removed.
He fell asleep.
He even started snoring lightly.
"Next."
Elizabeth licked her fingertips and, like an elegant and deadly leopard, charged into the group of archers and mages who were already in complete disarray.
There were no screams.
There was no blood.
Only silhouettes falling one after another.
Every move she made was like performing a lullaby of death.
The priests who were usually high and mighty, and the archers who could pierce a willow leaf from a hundred paces, were as fragile as infants before her. They didn't even have room to resist before falling into an eternal slumber.
"This... what kind of sorcery is this?!"
In the distance, Gareth watched his rear units being wiped out in less than a minute, his soul nearly departing his body from fear.
That wasn't a battle.
That was a bizarre 'hypnosis show'!
However.
What truly made him feel terror was not just this.
He saw.
As the front-line knights continued to fall, more and more blood flowed onto the battlefield.
The blood that should have seeped into the soil now seemed to be under some invisible pull, transforming into small blood snakes that meandered toward the red-haired woman.
Elizabeth stood in the center of the battlefield and held out her goblet.
The blood droplets in the air, as if summoned by an emperor, scrambled to fly into the glass, filling the half-glass of crimson liquid once again.
"Tsk."
Elizabeth gently swirled the glass, sniffed the rich scent of blood, and showed a look of disgust.
"Blood containing Holy Light... as expected, it's both fishy and astringent."
"The mouthfeel is too poor."
As she spoke, she gave a casual wave.
The blood still flowing on the ground seemed to come to life, instantly condensing into a dozen thick blood-red whips.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The blood whips tore through the air with a shrill whistle, lashing out like venomous snakes at the knights who were still resisting.
They didn't directly attack the knights' bodies.
Instead, they precisely wrapped around their wrists and ankles and pulled hard!
"Ah!"
"My sword!"
The knights felt an irresistible force; the weapons in their hands were instantly yanked away, and they lost their balance, falling head over heels.
Even more terrifying things followed.
The knights enveloped in the red mist suddenly felt their bodies become incredibly heavy, as if their hearts were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, making every beat incredibly difficult.
The blood in their bodies...
Was boiling! It was flowing backward!
"Ugh... head... so dizzy..."
A knight swayed a couple of times and fell straight off his horse.
Severe dizziness, accompanied by intense nausea, instantly swept over everyone.
This was... the symptom of instant anemia!
This female demon...
She could actually manipulate the blood inside their bodies from a distance!
This was no longer magic! This was an authority that only a deity could possess!
"A bunch of trash who can't even control their own blood."
Elizabeth looked at the knights rolling on the ground, groaning in pain from cerebral hypoxia, a flash of disdain in her red eyes.
"You don't even have the qualifications to become my dinner."
She raised the goblet in her hand toward the moon, making an elegant toast.
Then, she drained it in one gulp.
That 'vintage' gathered from the blood of dozens of knights was swallowed by her in a single breath.
"Ha..."
She let out a satisfied sigh. The magic she had consumed during the battle was instantly restored to its peak.
In fact...
It was even stronger than her peak.
She curled her lips in disgust.
"Though the taste is a bit fishy, the energy contained is decent enough."
"As an emergency blood bank reserve for the clinic, it's barely passing."
Having said that, she extended her finger and gave a light hook toward the blood droplets still circling in the air.
"Collect."
The blood droplets in the air, as if summoned by an emperor, instantly converged toward a single point.
In the blink of an eye.
A giant blood sphere over three meters in diameter, as crystal clear as a ruby, hovered in mid-air.
Then, under the terrified and dazed gazes of the knights.
That giant blood sphere drew a graceful arc and flew straight toward the dark castle in the rear, penetrating the walls and disappearing in the direction of the basement.
There.
It was the clinic's newly built...
Constant temperature morgue and... blood bank.
"Alright, the task the Director assigned is complete."
Elizabeth clapped her hands like an employee who had performed excellently, waiting for the boss's praise.
"Alive, intact, didn't kill a single one."
"As for whether they can still stand up... that's not my concern."
She turned around, taking elegant cat-like steps, preparing to leave this battlefield that had become boring.
However.
Just as she turned.
A wild, terrifying aura filled with primal bestiality swept past her.
"Roar—! (Finally, my turn!)"
The silver-haired beast girl, who had been standing still as if watching a play, finally moved.
She didn't even use a weapon.
She simply bared her teeth, revealing a beast-like smile full of battle intent.
Then, like a cannonball exiting the barrel, she headed straight for the completely dumbfounded Knight Commander Gareth—the only one still standing!
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