Chapter 267: Warrior

Li En was encountering an opponent like this for the first time.

Merely by existing, it had completely transformed the surrounding environment.

Even before a formal confrontation, its mere derivatives had already placed considerable pressure on the temporary team.

Endless "Ulda Niu Mo monsters" appeared before the squad, their numbers surging every single moment.

"Could it be that the previous tactical decision was wrong? Did those slaves from the market provoke that Ulda Niu Mo, causing this flood of demons instead?"

After a moment of thought, Li En shook his head.

The tactical decision was correct; that thing was, at best, a monster with a slight touch of divinity, not a true god. Thus, its power was always limited.

This place is far removed from nature; no matter how powerful the phenomenon, it consumes its own source.

Making a bit more noise at this moment is actually a good thing; it means it can no longer restrain itself and is squandering its power on a large scale.

"Rajwen really died too extravagantly, heh. Such a grand scene to send him off to the grave—what a waste!"

Claire, experienced as she was, also smiled upon seeing the scene before her.

Rajwen was the current head of the slave market, the leader Li En had met briefly before.

Among scattered mercenaries, his skill level was quite good; a Fifth-Rank Warrior was enough to travel the world.

But with their strength, they clearly did not deserve such a battlefield environment.

They are most likely gone already; we might have to collect their corpses later.

"Either the Ulda Niu Mo's intelligence is really as low as expected, launching all-out attacks immediately upon engagement, or there is a powerful figure sent by some church or organization on Rajwen's side. It seems that either way, it is a good thing for us."

Claire's gaze toward Li En held a bit more respect.

The strong are always worthy of respect, and Li En's display of cunning far beyond what outsiders perceived made him even more worthy of respect.

Warriors who have truly experienced actual combat tend to respect "sages" even more.

"From my perspective, if the supervisor of this Heroine competition were a weakling or a fool, it would turn the competition into a farce. Then, it is my turn to perform."

Thinking this, Claire smiled happily; the lion fur on her body emitted a faint red glow, as if it had come alive.

"Let us happily begin our mutual slaughter. Little calves, can you really dance with me?"

The "Red-Haired Demon" entered her state, suddenly wielding a serrated greatsword the size of a door.

As she swung it into the air, solidified fire elements poured into it.

"Dragon Assault Strike. First Explosion."

Thus, a "fire dragon" descended from the sky, directly exploding into a pit more than three meters wide.

In the pit, resembling a missile striking the ground, the red-haired woman smiled happily and lunged at the next target.

Wielding the greatsword with the effect of a spear, the woman enjoying herself on the battlefield completely ignored the chaos around her, savoring the pleasure of splattering flesh and blood before gagging violently.

The flesh of "Half-Purgatory creatures" was hardly "delicious"; the smell of sulfur and rot was at its peak.

"This meat stinks, so forget it. It'll do; at least I can cut it to my heart's content!"

"Fierce Dragon Strike. Second Collision!"

The red-haired lizard-person, erupting once more, had swollen a full size, a small giant standing over three meters tall, launching a fierce charge.

The sharpest point was always the serrated edge; Li En saw that Claire was a true self-taught fighter, tearing and fighting like a wild beast.

That strangely shaped greatsword was less a blade and more a "claw" and "fang" suited to her needs.

"Follow me."

As someone surged forward with a fierce charge, Li En naturally followed in one step.

Claire had already provided an excellent demonstration; hesitating on the battlefield was completely unnecessary.

Calculations were finished before the battle; since we are all warriors, once on the battlefield, we simply slaughter each other!

Every collision turned a patch of Ulda Niu Mo into minced meat; every swing of her sword was strung full of flesh and bark.

"Thrilling! Again!"

The mad Red-Haired Demon had gone completely berserk, charging directly into the enemy formation.

A warrior transformed into a demon, furiously hunting down these monsters that fought relying solely on instinct.

Even with flesh torn open, even with wounds inflicted, she still did not dodge or avoid, tearing her opponents apart without hesitation.

In her frenzy, she even threw the greatsword directly, then used her arms to tear open an Ulda Niu Mo, letting the rotting flesh and blood splash all over her. Then, she laughed even more madly.

But it was visible to the naked eye: her wounds were healing automatically. No, they only healed when she killed her opponent.

"Her sword is sucking blood... a Blood-Sucking Demon Dragon?"

It was hard to say who on this battlefield looked more like the evil side and the monster. That blood-red serrated greatsword, reaping lives, was the source of power allowing Claire to continue her madness.

"Moo—"

Another long, lowing cow roar accompanied by an earthquake; the monsters before them suddenly began to turn around.

This roar seemed much calmer. Has the battle ahead ended?

"Looks like the cannon fodder has been completely exhausted."

And the "Ulda Niu Mo" that had lost their will to fight were much easier to deal with.

With Claire, who was going all-out, clearing the way, the temporary hunting squad was advancing steadily.

Now everyone was within the "domain" of the Ulda Niu Mo; the target was not far.

It was just that the thorns underfoot were becoming increasingly annoying. The Paladins began to scatter holy light; they felt the power from Purgatory within them was eroding everyone.

The holy power within the Paladins naturally resisted this troublesome erosion.