Chapter 394: After the Battle

"Master, you're here!"

Amy turned around, revealing a blood-smeared smile.

She spun and kicked aside a charging dark elf grunt, swinging her massive crystal cleaver with a sudden motion that split the enemy clean in two with a wet thud.

Then, as if by habit, Amy bathed herself in blood—even stuffing bloody, unidentifiable organs into both sides of her pants pockets.

Luo De frowned slightly.

Two seventh-rankers fighting this long? Do you even deserve the essence and growth spirit I've poured into you?

This guy's clearly savoring the fight, deliberately holding back to prolong it.

"Finish it quickly."

"Okay—but Master, didn't you say I can't turn red?"

Turning red means 【Rage】.

Due to her beast-blood infection, Amy has accumulated 【Frenzy】 from her beast-blood.

Once 【Rage】 activates, 【Frenzy】 triggers too—and then she'll be even harder to control.

That's why I forbade it here—I'm afraid she won't distinguish friend from foe.

"I didn't tell you to turn red. Don't you have any other spiritual arts?"

Across from her, the two dark elves had completed their dark ritual, their bodies now wreathed in crimson spiritual energy, their aura and pressure surging higher and higher.

One charged forward; the other nocked an arrow.

"Oh right."

Amy replied blankly, then suddenly drew a deep breath.

"ROOOOAR!!!"

A deafening roar erupted!

Orc innate spiritual art—【Raging War Cry】!

A violent sonic wave radiated outward from the orc, forming a tangible spherical field that whipped up soil, grass, and dust, engulfing the two dark elves at blistering speed.

Amy had used this move before at sixth rank against the seventh-rank avian Karoline, and it had worked reasonably well then.

Now that she'd advanced to seventh rank, her spiritual quality had increased.

Moreover, 【Raging War Cry】, as an innate spiritual art, had been enhanced by Luo De's irrigation to +7.

The lightning-fast arrow and the black-clad figure were both flung away by the sonic wave.

"Orc war cry?! How can it have this much power?!"

They cried out in shock.

The charging dark elf, still airborne, couldn't even stand when he hit the ground—he collapsed with a thud, blood spurting from his nose and ears.

Amy seized the opening.

Mimicking Luo De's extreme leap, she soared into the air and unleashed another full-power 【Raging War Cry】, simultaneously swinging her massive crystal cleaver in a devastating 【Mountain-Shattering Strike】.

BOOM!!!

The fallen dark elf froze again—then the colossal crystal cleaver came crashing down upon his head.

The earth exploded into a circular crater, spraying blood and flesh.

Amy laughed, snatched up a heart, crushed it cruelly into pulp, and smeared it across her toned abs.

Luo De's eyelid twitched.

He actually liked Amy's abs—six-pack, square and solid, with a texture unlike any other girl's.

He'd licked and kissed them more than a few times.

Come to think of it—

These dark elf seventh-rank sorcerers are pretty weak.

Not nearly as strong as the avian Karoline, or even the demon Artu.

If you think about it, it makes sense: normal cultivators advancing to seventh rank deepen one core spiritual art.

Karoline specialized in a light totem path similar to 【Dispelling】, capable of dispelling even 【Dragon Scale Art】 and 【Lamenting Thunder】.

The demon Artu's core art was something like 【Flame Rebirth】, regaining full strength with minimal side effects.

The plague mage Amel was even more cowardly—his advancement core was soul transfer, swapping bodies constantly.

Killing him back then took a lot of effort.

But dark elf sorcerers' ranks and arts are strictly dictated and limited by their demon lords—they can't develop core skills like normal warriors or mages.

"Stop laughing. One left."

Luo De reminded her.

The distant dark elf archer's face twisted in shock, then fury.

Damn this female orc! She pretended to be clueless and hid her strength! She tricked us!

But she knew she couldn't beat Amy—so she turned on the weaker garrison officers instead.

Kill one, take one. I can always resurrect!

BAM!

Another explosion rang out!

She felt her vision blur for an instant.

Then her sight began to spin, flipping upside down.

In her peripheral vision, there he was—the forest warden with the black sword, already beside her, his eyes brimming with contempt, a brutal stab to the dark elf's still-proud heart.

This speed?

Is he really seventh rank??

Forest Warden Luo De's power exceeds the limit! Must report immediately upon resurrection!!

Her final thought faded as her consciousness dissolved.

CRACK!

Luo De crushed her skull underfoot, watching her corpse slump lifelessly beside him.

His expression didn't change; he snatched the longbow from her lifeless hand.

Too bad. Common trash.

"You handle the rest, Amy. How many times have I told you? Don't stash organs in your clothes!"

Luo De didn't linger.

He hurried straight toward the battlefield at the relay station.

The seventh-rankers here were far more reliable than Amy, who'd been slacking off.

Zombie Selena had advanced to seventh rank through 【Power Liberation】 and 【Undying Body】, her advancement ritual specially designed by Callist.

Since then, she'd rapidly mastered various force-field spells with power bonuses.

Like 【Bigby's Grasping Hand】, 【Green Flame Punch】, 【Fear Mastery】, and others.

A massive magical force-hand, combined with extreme power bonuses, smashed craters into the battlefield and flattened small hills with a single palm strike—terrifyingly effective.

Luo De had seen one seventh-ranker reduced to pulp by her.

Mouse Girl No. 3 was also formidable—she was a newly created mouse-human, painstakingly crafted by the Gray Lord Mouse.

She had Luo De's spiritual seed as a foundation, plus Callist's 24-hour, comprehensive instruction.

She couldn't possibly be weak.

She single-handedly eliminated two worthless seventh-rankers without even dirtying her clothes.

Standing nearly one meter eighty, tall and shapely, her long, muscular legs were perfectly built, and a blood-stained steel tail drifted lazily in the air—expressionless, silent, with short, non-mainstream bangs obscuring her eyes, radiating an ultra-cool, gender-neutral allure.

No wonder several adventurers—male and female—clustered around her, gazing in awe, chattering nonstop.

Selena, by contrast, looked pitiful.

She wore a hooded robe, its fabric torn in several places, revealing numerous wounds on her body.

After all, Luo De had only given her the spiritual seed—he'd never irrigated her with growth spirit.

She was definitely weaker than Tally, Vivian, and Amy.

Her advantage was her long time as a half-seventh-rank, giving her far more spellcasting experience.

Now she stood alone, apart.

Her aura was heavy with death, thick with negative energy of the undead race—clearly warning all to keep their distance.

Luo De approached her silently, as always, resting his elbow on her crown.

"You did well. Hurt badly?"

"I've already died once, so I can't die again. Can I go back now? I want to start tomorrow's magic ring ritual early."

"Don't rush. Rest for two or three minutes. I'm not some exploitative boss."

"Oh wow, two or three minutes? Master, you're more generous than any slave owner—I'll follow you for life, and when you die, I'll enshrine your bones to warn everyone."

Selena's exclamation was flat, toneless, and her follow-up words carried her trademark sarcasm.

It made Luo De laugh.

His laughter immediately drew attention, especially from Mouse Girl No. 3.

Seeing Luo De, her gray-black pupils brightened visibly. She pushed past the adoring fans and walked straight to his side.

Then, with a sudden, boneless sway of her hips, her supple steel tail coiled around his thigh.

She rubbed against him affectionately.

"."

What are you doing?

Don't you see your little fans staring at me?

(End of chapter)