novelraw Chapter 66: Slaughter
Chapter 66: Slaughter
At the main battlefield,
The wraiths and humans, without exception, all stopped in their tracks.
A smile formed on the humans’ faces as soon as they saw the cold blue moon above.
They all knew who had arrived.
After all, there was only one person who could create a moon-like sphere in the sky.
There was a reason why [Mythril] was the entry rank of the high stages.
Just as people automatically gained the ability of mana breathing and enhancement when they reached [Gold], they also awakened new abilities upon reaching [Mythril].
One was a personal signature ability, unique to each individual.
The second was the ability to float, without having gravity or wind elements.
And every human present, along with a few of the wraiths, already knew who possessed such an ability.
It was Seraphina’s signature ability.
-WHOOSSH
Suddenly, many wraiths began freezing.
Seeing this, a [Diamond] ranker shouted,
"KILL THEM ALL"
His voice resounded across the battlefield as the human rankers surged forward toward the frozen wraiths.
There was only one thought in their minds:
KILL. THEM. ALL.
Their anger, helplessness, and fear poured out onto the immobilized wraiths.
And what followed was nothing short of a slaughter.
The frozen wraiths could not even react as blades descended upon them. Steel met ice, and with each strike, fragments shattered along with dark blood.
What was once a battlefield turned into execution, as suppressed rage and fear erupted without restraint into merciless slaughter.
...
Above the battlefield,
The two [Commander] rank wraiths were attacking a [Mythril] ranker.
Blood dripped from his body, and his left arm was missing.
In his right hand, he held a sword formed from compressed water, shimmering faintly. It was his signature ability.
Hearing the painful screams of their kin, the [Commander] rank wraiths paused.
There was no turning back.
So, they chose to kill this [Mythril] rank human before Seraphina fully arrived.
After all, one [Mythril] was more valuable than all the wraiths below.
But their plan failed the moment the cold blue moon appeared in the sky.
The two [Commander] rank wraiths immediately activated their own signature abilities of miasma.
One manifested burning purple wings, while the other old wraith who wore a butler dress, created a duplicate of itself, a being formed entirely from condensed miasma.
Two, then three figures closed the distance toward the [Mythril] ranker.
But just as they reached him, a blue projectile descended from the cold blue moon.
The temperature dropped sharply as the projectile took the shape of an axe.
The winged wraith did not notice it; its full focus was fixed on killing the human before it.
But in the next instant, it felt something was wrong. A sudden cold crept in.
By the time it realized, it was already too late.
-PUSHFF
The axe cleaved through its wing and arm.
The wraith’s eyes widened as it immediately retreated, its form destabilizing.
The other wraith and its clone halted.
A chill ran down their spines as they sensed her presence.
A woman floated toward them calmly.
The closer she came, the lower the temperature fell.
Seraphina paused midair as the axe returned to her.
She reached out and gripped it without haste.
The wraiths could no longer maintain their composure.
Seraphina’s hair drifted slightly with the wind as she glanced at the [Mythril] ranker, who exhaled in relief.
"Kill the wraiths who are running away."
He nodded and immediately moved, following her command without hesitation.
Seraphina rotated the axe once in her hand and looked at the two wraiths and the manifested clone.
"I will make it quick."
As soon as she said those words, she closed in.
The butler wraith moved back, but the injured wraith was not able to.
Just as Seraphina was about to slash her axe, the miasma-manifested being pulled the wraith back, allowing the axe to miss.
The injured wraith inwardly sighed in relief.
But that relief lasted for less than a moment.
Even though the axe did not hit him, a ray of frost cleanly cut through his body.
The wraith was split into two.
A [Commander] rank wraith had died just like that, without any resistance.
The butler wraith’s eyes widened in shock.
It did not expect its comrade to die this easily.
Without hesitation, it turned around and started fleeing. It no longer cared about the war.
Seraphina watched it with cold eyes.
The cold blue moon above her began to fracture into countless pieces, each fragment shimmering faintly before shooting forward.
-WHOOSH -WHOOSH
They moved at an insane speed and quickly caught up to the fleeing wraith.
The wraith twisted its body midair, narrowly dodging the incoming ice projectiles, while its manifested duplicate lunged toward Seraphina.
As long as the duplicate could buy some time, it still had a chance to escape.
But something unexpected happened.
The manifested being, formed entirely of miasma, began to freeze.
Frost spread across its surface unnaturally, solidifying something that should not have been affected in the first place.
Seraphina moved.
With a single, effortless slash, she cut the miasma being into two.
The butler wraith’s heart pounded violently.
Then a sharp pain pierced through its body.
It looked down.
An ice projectile had already lodged itself deep into its torso.
From that point, frost began to spread rapidly, consuming its body from within.
The wraith lost control of its flight and crashed into the ground.
-BANG
The earth cracked beneath it.
It tried to move.
It tried to escape.
But its body no longer responded.
The frost had already taken over.
-STEP
Seraphina landed in front of it, holding the axe casually, as if it carried no weight at all.
Fear crept into the wraith.
After all, there was a reason they called Seraphina...
The Crimson Butcher.
Seraphina smiled.
But that smile did not match her cold eyes at all.
"Don’t worry, I am not going to kill you."
She paused for a brief moment.
Then her voice lowered slightly.
"But I will make you regret ever being born."