Chapter 15: The Sword Saintess Defeated
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Oliver, lying in wait, seized the moment with a cold smirk, driving his sword through the red-haired knight’s body. “When... when did you?!” The knight’s eyes widened in disbelief, filled with unwillingness. “No!” Lowell’s scream echoed in agony, powerless as the knight’s HP hit zero. Blood spilled as the knight collapsed, motionless.
Meanwhile, the silver shield-bearer, now aware of the attack, squared off against the advancing goblins. His high defense shielded him from immediate death, but after a few strikes, he realized these goblins were no ordinary foes. Their strength and resistance shocked him, especially those wielding spears, keeping him at bay. “Captain, these goblins aren’t normal! I can barely hold them off, and there are only six!” Fear crept into his voice as the goblins relentlessly pushed him back.
Suddenly, flaming torches were hurled his way. The fire spread across the fabric of his armor. “Ahhh! It burns! The pain!” His desperate scream pierced the air as he dropped his shield, running in panic, his body consumed by flames—a living torch.
“Those damned goblins! I’ll kill you all!” Lowell’s voice cracked with rage, his despair palpable.
Even Evelria, who had stood firm against dragons, broke down in fear. Two of her teammates had died before her eyes.
Oliver sneered, “Time to go. The rest of you, head for the ballista crews!” With that, Oliver and a group of goblins vanished into the drainage tunnels, leaving Lighttowne in complete chaos.
The dragon attack had not caused this destruction, but now the town was overwhelmed.
At the foot of the distant mountain, shattered trees and debris lay strewn, smaller creatures dying in terror before they could flee.
The Sword Saintess, locked in a fierce battle, unleashed her power, leveling hills in the process. The battlefield stretched before her, a testament to the sheer intensity of the fight. “Goblins... attacking now?” Her cold gaze shifted to the woman before her, a warrior clad in purple armor.
Removing her blindfold, the Sword Saintess revealed icy blue eyes as sharp as mountain peaks. Her opponent, the Purple-Gold Dragon Mother in human form, stood tall, her armor and exoskeleton fused with her flesh. Sharp golden eyes glinted dangerously, her body wounded and molten, lava-like blood seeping from her injuries.
Grinning through the pain, the Dragon Mother snarled, “Running out of options, human?” With that, she lunged, claws slashing the air with terrifying speed, the wind scattering debris in her wake.
The Sword Saintess, undeterred, retorted, “Running out of options? Let’s see how much more dragon blood you can afford to lose.”
Advanced Sword Skill: Steel Whirlwind!
she shouted. Magical runes swirled around her blade, and a relentless flurry of slashes unleashed a storm of sword energy.
The Dragon Mother’s pupils shrank in alarm as her exoskeleton expanded in defense. But even as her armor regrew, it was shattered again under the powerful assault, sending her crashing into the earth.
The ground bore the scars of the Sword Saintess’s attack—deep, jagged trenches that stretched for several feet, a testament to her power.
She prepared to strike again, but the screams from Lighttowne reached her ears. Her mission was clear: protect the town. If its people perished, what was left to save?
With a frustrated sigh, she turned and raced back toward Lighttowne.
“Hmph, goblins... I should thank them. That crazy woman almost had me,” the Purple-Gold Dragon Mother growled, standing battered but unbroken. Shifting back into her massive dragon form, she roared and took to the skies, retreating toward Dragon Island. The few remaining wyverns followed, and their numbers diminished.
“Doesn’t matter,” muttered the Sword Saintess, her eyes fixed on the retreating dragons. “I’ll go to Dragon Island myself and end this.” Without hesitation, she rushed into the chaos of Lighttowne.
The scene was horrific. Survivors fled in terror as goblins rampaged, leaving death in their wake. Bodies littered the streets, and the cruelty extended even to the women.
Rage ignited within the Sword Saintess. This devastation had unfolded on her watch. “Lowell! You useless fool! You couldn’t even handle a handful of goblins!”
No one responded.
The Sword Saintess’ fury intensified. She raised her long sword high into the air and bellowed toward the heavens, Ultimate Sword Skill! Skyfall!
A powerful energy surge erupted from her core, snuffing out every flame within a hundred-feet radius.
A massive magic circle formed in the sky above, and swords of pure magic rained down. Each struck with deadly precision, landing directly on the goblins' heads.
Within seconds, dozens of goblins—each as strong as a seasoned adventurer—fell lifeless, slain by the magical blades.
The effort, however, took its toll. The Sword Saintess swayed slightly, her body briefly betraying signs of fatigue. Though she could continue to eliminate enemies without breaking a sweat, the chaos caused by the crowd was making it difficult to control her power. For someone as strong as her, even a single misstep could result in massive destruction, and she feared harming innocent civilians.
At that moment, a heavily injured adventurer staggered forward. “Lady Saintess, Lowell, and the others... they’ve been captured by the goblins!”
It was Beck, the captain of the Gale Adventurer squad, the second-most powerful force in Lighttowne.
“What?” The Sword Saintess’ composure cracked. Her disciples—captured by mere goblins?
If word got out, it would ruin her reputation.
Beck clutched his wound, his voice trembling as he relived the horror. His emotions spiraled out of control as he shouted, “These goblins aren't normal! Each one’s strength rivals that of a high-tier monster! The Red-Haired Knight and the Silver Shield-Bearer are both dead! How... how could this happen?!”
Hearing this, the Sword Saintess glanced aside and saw their corpses.
“Each one as strong as a high-tier monster? Hmph, I’ll wipe out every goblin tribe in the Enchanted Forest!”
Her anger reached a boiling point. A violent whirlwind of sword energy spiraled around her, cracking the charred ground beneath each step, creating web-like fissures.
Suddenly, a terrified villager crouched nearby, trembling as he spoke. “Saintess, are... are you leaving? If you go, what will happen to us?”
“Yeah, Saintess! What if those evil dragons return? And what if there are still goblin remnants?”
The townspeople huddled together, trembling in fear, their faces pale with terror.
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