Chapter 143

"I, Furina, can do this."

After casting a Hydro elemental shield around herself, enveloping her entire body.

Furina took a deep breath and stepped into that pure white Chuansong Sect.

She vanished from the Palais Mermonia.

At the same time.

Almost the instant Furina disappeared, Focalors sensed something amiss.

She had been silently immersed within the 'Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale,' focused on converting Indemnitium.

Suddenly, a sensation of heart palpitations washed over her entire body like a tide.

"What is this?"

"Is it Furina?"

"Wait, how is this possible!"

"How could she have mastered the 'Power of Water'?"

Soon, realizing the change in Furina, Focalors was utterly astonished.

Furina was merely the human half.

As for the divine half, she had long ago taken away all the divine power.

All Furina possessed was an immortal body; she had absolutely no power to speak of.

But at this moment?

What exactly was going on with her regained 'Hydro element'?

Her mind was a tangled mess!

Just as she intended to dive out to investigate, an even more intense sensation of heart palpitations followed immediately.

She discovered with horror that Furina was gone!!

It was not that she vanished from sight, but that their resonant perception had completely severed its connection.

All links seemed to have been snapped in an instant.

As if she had evaporated from the earth?

She had suddenly disappeared!

Panic spread within her heart like ice, so cold it left her unable to breathe.

As the true Hydro Archon, she was now breaking out in a cold sweat from fright.

If Furina had truly disappeared?

Then wouldn't everything they had planned be...

In a panic, she dove out, searching for any trace of Furina within the 'mirror.'

Yet in the bedchamber, there were only traces of Hydro elements running rampant.

No other clues could be found anywhere.

Goblin Slayer!

A Huan Yi Shi Jie overrun by goblins.

In a dark, remote corner of the world, filled with the stench of rot and decay.

The vicious, tyrannical, and lecherous little green-skins tore apart the men's bodies with their sharp teeth and claws.

Blood sprayed in all directions, and wails echoed everywhere.

The women were ruthlessly captured, becoming tools for the little green-skins to breed offspring.

In a pastoral village interwoven with blood and corpses.

A team of novice adventurers, fresh out of the gate, was fighting fiercely against goblins.

Alas.

"No――!!"

The warrior, wielding a shield and a short sword, stood blocking at the front of the party.

Fighting bravely.

However...

When over a dozen short goblins swarmed forward, he was pinned firmly to the ground without any suspense.

Sharp teeth.

Viciously tearing and ripping, sending flesh and blood flying!

The muffled sounds of blades piercing flesh one after another!

Continuous screams of agony.

"... Run!"

Those were the only last words the man left behind.

"How could this...?"

In the distance, the female adventurer, fresh out of the gate, felt as though she had fallen into an ice cave.

Fear filled her heart; she could not even turn to flee, not even a single step.

After killing the male adventurer.

Dozens of goblins, wearing sickly grins and lecherous gazes, slowly surrounded the female adventurer.

Their eyes swept brazenly over her body.

It was as if he were pondering where to begin tearing her clothes apart first.

A sharp, ear-splitting sound grated like old files scraping against rusted iron sheets.

Step by step, he slowly closed in, trampling upon her psychological defenses.

(Run!)

(I must run!)

(Legs, move for me!)

But the female adventurer's legs felt as heavy as if filled with molten lead.

Running was out of the question.

She could not even turn around.

"No!"

"Don't!"

"Go away..."

Gazing at the rough, malicious claw reaching out toward her, the female adventurer's trembling voice echoed through the air.

Her face was pale as paper, her beautiful and exquisite features written over with terror and despair.

What kind of hell awaited one caught by goblins.

She had already seen it.

Right here in this ranch village.

Those demons had cruelly torn apart his woman's clothes before the rancher, who was not yet dead, and then...

"Someone save me?"

"Supreme God."

"Please save your believer!"

The female adventurer constantly called out in her heart to the god she worshipped.

Praying for a miracle to occur.

Yet what awaited her was only the sound of the 'God's Dice' rolling beside her ear.

And within the unseen depths, the fate arranged by the gods!

Insulted by goblins?!

No!

This is not my fate, absolutely not!

The female adventurer roared in the depths of her heart.

At this moment!