The blade sliced cleanly into the armor, blood splattering through the gaps like tiny red threads. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unexpectedly, the victim did not scream, but gritted his teeth and grabbed her sword-holding hand, as if to give her companion a chance.

It's a pity that he ignored the huge power gap between the two.

Seventy-six broke free of his grip with ease, drawing his saber and kicking him out with a single kick.

The kick was like a blunt blow, and the entire armor was deflated, and the knight spat out a mouthful of blood, which hit the ground without a sound.

It seemed that it was still convenient for his own fists and feet, and Seventy-Six glanced at the sword body that collapsed with gaps in just one blow, and simply threw it aside, and directly threw himself at the others with his bare hands.

The stalker instantly becomes the prey.

She leaped high and swam quickly over the clumsy knight's shoulders, and every time she landed on top of a person's head, she clamped her helmet between her feet, and with the help of inertia, she could hear the crisp sound of her cervical vertebrae breaking. Before the other person could fall, she had already kicked away, leaping to the next enemy.

Compared to the lightness of Seventy-Six, the knight's counterattack and dodge are no different from a stake.

It didn't matter if it didn't land on top of the enemy's head, whether it was using the strike joints to throw the enemy off balance, then making up for a fatal kick, or luring her opponent with her body to slash at her teammates with the sharp blades that slashed back and forth.

"This ...... No way!"

"Damn monsters!"

After a few rounds of fighting, the knights had discovered that their enemies were not only incapable of using common sense, not only were they infinitely powerful, but they were also well-versed in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, and they were completely skilled and spicy warriors, whose precise killing methods could not be compared to the twenty-something woman in front of them.

"Get out of the way!"

With a loud shout, Sir Logan rode into the crowd, pulled up his front hooves, and stepped straight for Seventy-Six.

The others hurriedly helped close the gap, trying to trap her inside.

Seventy-six grinned, and instead of retreating, he raised his hands and grabbed the two horses' hooves, and the horses let out a long series of neighings, but their bodies did not move.

Her next move made everyone look at them - they saw Sir and his mount lifted off the ground alive with her, and swept towards the knights around her. Those who were hit could either break bones and vomit blood, or die on the spot, and Jazz himself was naturally the worst one, after being knocked off the horse, his body had twisted into an abnormal shape.

The pursuers, who were still alive, collapsed.

They got on their horses and scrambled to flee the place, hoping to get as far away from the monster as possible, but Seventy-Six was clearly not going to give them that chance.

Once the enemy gives up resistance, the rest is tantamount to slaughter.

......

By the time Seventy-Six had processed all traces of the battle, it was completely dark.

The knights' corpses were tossed into the nearby fields, and the spilled wheat stalks were used for the most basic cover, and although it was only a matter of time before they were discovered, it was time for the witches to retreat into the Grey Keep.

She slipped into the most luxuriously decorated carriage, lifted the cushion on which Joko's usual lay down, and carefully pulled out a magic stone ring that shone with a multicolored light from under the sheet. Even in the faint moonlight, you can see a cyclone slowly rotating inside its crystal-clear interior.

After examining the ring carefully, Number Seventy-Six carefully took it into his arms, re-upholstered it, and lay down on his back.

After that, all she had to do was hurry to the next village and hire a coachman to take her to the Grey Castle.

They might not wait long at the border, not even for a day, but as long as the destination is Greykeep West, she will see the witches again one day.

Looking at the bright crescent moon outside the window, No. 76 couldn't help but let out a sigh.

More than 400 years have passed, and the Federation that once controlled the vast fertile land has vanished like dust, and the only thing that has not changed is the stars in the night.

It was only when she looked up at the sky that she had the feeling that she was still alive – not in the underground, not in the present after the disappearance of the Federation, but in the holy city of Tachira, four hundred years ago.

The thriving witch empire.

The way to escape after that...... It's no longer alive.

What sustained her persistence was only a remnant of hope.

......

"Well, how does it feel to switch back into a female body?" someone asked, "Is there a feeling of being yourself again?"

She took two deep breaths and tried to move her lower wrists and ankles, "The distance is getting shorter. 」

"Of course, because this body is relatively short, and it's too thick for you to serve those mortals," the voice chuckled, "Besides, there are very few female god punishment armies in themselves, so you don't have to pick and choose." 」

"And appearance and age are also important," the other interjected, "If the aesthetics of mortals have not undergone a drastic change, how can anyone want those bodies that look like men? Believe it or not, look at Elena, she'd rather have a male body than pick a defective one. 」

"yes, yours is the best-looking of all. 」

"You know what I'm referring to, Pasha," she looked up helplessly, looking up at the giant sarcoma with its tentacles writhing at the top of the cave, "and then I'll have to re-practice controlling my limbs, and every movement from sewing clothes to swinging my sword will take time to grind. 」

"It's okay," a tentacle drooped down, poking her forehead lightly, "the only thing we don't lack is time. 」

......

"Why do we have to deal with mortals?" "Elbin soaked in the scorching magma, blowing a series of bubbles to show his displeasure, "can't we bring witches here to test their talents?"

"Have you slept too long and slept your mind in a daze," Pasha retorted, "It's not four hundred years ago, and it's better to catch one or two, are you going to take hundreds of witches deep into the mountains? 」

"Then you can let the witch carry out this mission, right? Don't forget that these moving bodies are all witches' enemies. 」

"First of all, she has to trust us completely, and she has to have the ability to protect herself, where are we going to find such a person? Now that mortals have taken over the outside world, we will have to deal with them sooner or later-just like the Dawn Realm during the First War of Divine Will. 」

Pasha paused, holding out a tentacle and pointing at her, "What do you think?"

She played with a sword flower, threw her long sword, and then leaned slightly so that the tip of the falling sword was just inside the scabbard, "I can do anything...... As long as the glory of Tachira can be restored. 」