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The howl of Fury echoed as the great sword swung down, sending a wave of blood and wind. Even Yan couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry for the motionless Shasha.
However, in the next moment, there was a loud clang, sparks flying. Yan's eyes widened as she realized her brain, comparable to an intelligent mind, was struggling to process this. Could a human body be this tough? Perhaps even tougher than the body itself?
If it were Holy Kaisa, Yan wouldn't be surprised. After all, Kesha, with her divine physique, was not someone who could be easily harmed; her defenses were so formidable that even a nuclear bomb couldn't break through.
Yet the person before her was Shasha. The furious strike from Snuff was something Yan herself would hesitate to take head-on, but now it felt as if it had struck an incredibly hard alloy.
After enduring the blow and testing her own body's toughness, Shasha nodded in satisfaction. Just as Snuff was about to unleash a second strike in anger, Shasha swiftly grabbed his head and slammed him down into the ground while he still held his sword.
The violent impact knocked Snuff unconscious. Shasha slowly stood up and shrugged at the stunned Yan. "We should keep moving tonight; that Sword Demon Ato has probably already figured out our location."
Snapping back to reality, Yan nodded with a wry smile. "You really are a mysterious person."
Shasha merely smiled in response and hoisted the unconscious Snuff onto her shoulder.
As they made their way toward the center of the Southern Plains, they faced continuous attacks from Primal Demons. Ever since awakening his Fury genes, Snuff seemed to have found his purpose, honing his abilities and martial skills against the Primal Demons, his fighting spirit gradually returning.
Previously, Snuff had been eager for revenge but lacked the strength; now, with newfound power, he saw hope.
With Snuff able to assist them, Shasha and Yan found little need to intervene; it was as if their opponent was employing a strategy of attrition. Unfortunately for them, they were mistaken in their calculations.
If Sword Demon Ato knew that his schemes were utterly futile, he wouldn't know how to react.
They traversed three border provinces of the Southern Plains until they reached the vast southern central region. Here, besides the demons wandering around, there were also many surviving animals.
The trio arrived beneath a towering peak where Snuff halted and pointed at the mountain. "That is Karamak Mountain. Once we cross it, we will enter the realm of the Southern Kingdom."
Yan remained silent, her eyes piercing through miles ahead. In her line of sight stood a solitary city under siege by relentless demons. The leader of its defenders was a striking woman wielding a bow and arrow.
With each arrow she shot, she claimed multiple demon lives. Her arrows not only had incredible penetrating power but also carried her unique strength; even demons with skin thicker than that of an average person could not withstand them.
This was an archer of legendary skill, matching Snuff's description perfectly.
Annie Cid, the legendary Queen of the Southern Kingdom!
Retracting his gaze, Yan slowly said, "It seems we arrived just in time."
Shasha's eyes flickered with determination. "Then I'll go ahead and take a look."
With that, she surged forward, her feet vibrating as she propelled herself into the air.
Snuff watched this scene, dumbfounded.
The flames of war raged on, life as cheap as livestock; the once-prosperous civilization was on the brink of being devoured by barbarism. But Annie Cid had no intention of giving up; the word "surrender" did not exist in her vocabulary.
In her beautiful eyes, beyond sorrow, there was more anger. Just days ago, Southern Capital was the largest trade center in the south, renowned for its prosperity and known as the Pearl of Feleze. Yet today, all of that had become history. The once-happy people who longed for life had transformed into ugly, irrational demons, unaware that they were attacking their former friends and family.
Those warriors, faces etched with grief and rage, wept as they sent their loved ones to hell with their own hands. Their hearts had already died; the only motivation keeping them alive was revenge.
How did it come to this? Did the gods think our future was insufficiently bright and thus sent these hellish messengers to punish us? Tears filled Annie's eyes as she let out a painful sob and shot an arrow into the heart of her most trusted minister.
The fleeting passage of life brought a moment of clarity to the demon, who smiled in relief. Yet more than that smile was a deep regret for not being able to assist the Queen before him.
"Sword Demon Ato," Annie gritted her teeth, the creaking sound of her grinding anger echoing within her.
Suddenly, the tide of attack halted. Everyone froze in shock, staring blankly as a path about five meters wide opened among the demons at the city gate. From within emerged a towering figure—ten meters tall, muscular with sinewy muscles—the Longhorn Demon stomped forward, sparks flying from its mouth.
It stopped fifty meters from the gate, its form gradually bending low. Its sharp horns glimmered like metal under the sunlight while its backward-bending hooves crouched slightly as if gathering strength.
Annie's expression changed drastically at this sight. She shouted at the guards stationed at the gate, "Everyone disperse!"
But it was too late. The moment she uttered her first word, the Longhorn Demon charged forth. By the time she reached her fourth word, there was a deafening crash as the gate shattered.
With the gates wide open, a tidal wave of demons surged into the city. The knights stationed throughout the streets prepared their defenses; spears were raised. The first wave of demons crashed in, blood splattering everywhere. Then came the second wave, followed by a third until they were overwhelmed by an unending horde of demons—no screams escaped their lips.
Standing atop the city walls and witnessing this scene unfold, Annie painfully closed her eyes. It was over; everything was over.
The Longhorn Demon became the spearhead of the entire demon army, rampaging through the city as if determined to turn Annie's pride—the Southern Capital—into nothing more than a pile of rubble.
The screams of despair, the wails of hopelessness, and the furious curses suddenly faded away into the distance.
"God, why have you abandoned your most devout followers?" A tear drifted into the air.
Just as Annie was about to give up, a figure fell rapidly from the sky, capturing everyone's attention. The figure plunged straight down onto the Longhorn Demon, even penetrating its body with relentless force until it pierced through.
In the next moment, a torrent of blood gushed from the Longhorn Demon's body, its massive wails gradually weakening as it struggled.
Centered around the descending figure, the demons crumbled like dominoes pushed over, and within just a few minutes, there were almost no signs of demons left in the city except for the remnants of shattered walls.
Annie felt a renewed sense of hope, joy spreading across her spirited face.
"God, it turns out you have not forsaken us."
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