Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Kill him, here, us!" he said, continuing to rally his subordinates.

More than thirty Blue Skin Species present let out cracking, grotesque laughs, some even approaching madness, unlike normal people. They had black marks on their bodies, distinctly different from the few Blue Skin Species they sheltered a few days ago.

In battle, apart from a few who had guns, the others still used bows and clubs, occasionally letting out strange screeches to disturb the elk's mind, making its movements increasingly agitated.

On the other side, Guy maneuvered along the mountainside, avoiding the sparse arrows and retaliating with his own bow, hitting several enemies in the dark. Although Sura also lifted his gun to shoot, he was quickly suppressed by the numerous arrows, too intimidated to show his head and could only hide behind a rock helplessly.

Lan Ze was much smarter. Even in such a chaotic scene, he kept observing and memorizing the shooting rhythm of the opposite side, occasionally finding gaps to counterattack, killing several Blue Skin Species wielding clubs attempting to bypass the midline and attack the elk from behind.

At this moment, Tilan strode out, holding a dark red, stone-like broken sword. Seeing she was also prepared to fight, Flan wanted to stop and warn her, but like a gust of wind, the girl swept past him and disappeared.

As magic power poured into the dark red broken sword, it rapidly came alive and started absorbing Aijieka Particles in the air. When Tilan rushed out of the cave entrance, countless sparks swirled in the night wind, merging with the glowing particles into the broken sword.

"Buzz——" The sword edge began to tremble, and an eerie red light spread over it.

[Resonance link successful, battle mode activated]

Without any extra words, no pacifying persuasion, no futile mercy, wherever the blade emitting red light reached, blood splattered. Due to her high-speed movement, the hair scarf that originally covered her head fell off, and the fluttering hair and splattering blood glowed with a pale golden light in the firelight.

As if dancing amidst sparks and night, the arc of the dark red sword and splashes of blood were cast, one life after another waned. Even the seemingly heavy and sturdy stone clubs were shattered and cut under the arc of that sword.

The third one...

The ninth one...

The sixteenth one...

One by one, the Blue Skin Species who attempted to attack with stone hammers, clubs, and arrows fell beneath the swift, dark red sword edge. The rifle shots never hit the girl in the firelight, always deftly dodged by her, only striking the mountainside as shattered sparks lighting up the night.

In less than a minute, nearly all the nighttime assailant enemies were annihilated.

Before anyone could call a halt, when the Blue Skin Species leader was utterly astonished and prepared to flee, the buzzing broken sword had already swept past in front of him, smoothly cutting open the rifle in his hand, then halted horizontally across his chest.

His toe gripped the grass with all his might, freezing his fear-driven forward charge. His body slumped to the ground, sliding half a meter before finally stopping just in front of the sword edge. Yet even so, his chest bore a bleeding cut from the sharp, buzzing blade.

"Divine artifact, legend, divine artifact," he fearfully exclaimed repeatedly, turning his head and crawling on the ground, trying to move away but too terrified to stand and flee.

Looking at this Blue Skin Species giant, even while sitting slightly taller than herself, Tilan was slightly surprised; she had expected him to be bolder and more reckless.

But it was understandable. After all, so many companions were dead. She turned her gaze back, looking at the corpses lying in the clearing of the mountain valley, most of which were her contributions.

Shaking her head, the girl slowly lowered the sword, its emanated light dissipating, the eerie, frightening red glow gradually vanishing.

At this time, the other companions present gradually began to recover from their shock.

Half an hour later, Tilan cast a spell, floating pale green light particles healing the cracked and open wounds. On the ground by the campfire lay blood-stained bullets she had extracted with pliers.

"With this, after resting for a while, you should be able to recover, though the past half month's recuperation is wasted." She shook her head as she spoke. This was already the best outcome; without her presence, this elk would have died tonight under the crossfire of rifles.

"You've saved me again." The elk sat on the ground, responding in a muffled voice.

"Giving you that sword was indeed the right decision." After saying this, he glanced at the dead enemies in the field, his voice falling silent again, perhaps recalling something.

Ores, who had been released, also walked on the empty ground in the valley, occasionally squatting to observe the slain enemies on the ground. Judging by her appearance, she seemed unfazed, only filled with freshness and curiosity.

In a corner of the mountain valley, Sura, Guy, and Flan quietly looked at the now-cold corpse of Marula on the ground.

"I should have listened to you," Sura slowly squatted down.

"Sigh..." Guy shook his head, deciding not to say anything more.

Flan's eyes, rarely displaying a hint of reminiscence and sadness, noted a few lines in his journal.

"But their leader is still alive. We should be able to learn what happened from him," Flan recalled something.

In the deep night, those who stayed awake brought the bound Blue Skin Species leader to the center of the clearing for questioning.

"The gun, a passing merchant, bought, exchanged for 7 slaves." He confessed under their pressing questions.

"With guns, we are strong, defeat tribes, more slaves."

"Not enough food, sell, exile, intelligence..." His oral expression was relatively weak and usually took a long time for the group to piece the truth together.