novelDark Region (13)
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If it were considered a nightmare for the dark elves to take on Anne, it would be utter hell for them to face Shira.
"Hahahaha!"
The petite young lady flourished her huge, bloodied sword, slashing blade rays one after another across the air. As she strolled, the sword with a serrated iron blade bore a resemblance to the razor-sharp teeth of a monster tore at the dark elves' flesh. Scarlet and viscous blood and flesh splattered on the ground in every swing of her blade. At that very moment, fear and despair were written all over the faces of the dark elves.
Shira's battle style wasn't as grand as Mini Bubble Gum's or Anne's, where they launched an AoE attack before trampling on the enemies. On the contrary, the seemingly fanatical young lady also made some crazy attacks at the start. In the encirclement of hundreds of duergars and bugbears, she didn't cast any magical spells or defenses, but lifted the exaggeratedly huge sword instead, pouncing on the enemies without any hesitation.
In the beginning, the dark elves disregarded her, but their suspicious personality made them wonder whether Shira had any crafty ideas in her head. After all, her attack was too 'out in the open'. To the dark elves who were passionate about conspiracies, it went without saying that they would suspect the reason why this young lady attacked so blindly was purely to lure them away from their territory...
But shortly after, they discovered that this wasn't some machination at all. Shira was alone without any form of defense. Even if she were to self-destruct, the dark elves weren't afraid as they had hundreds of bugbears and well-equipped duergars taking the blow for them. Apart from the ridiculously huge sword in her hands that was worthy of a mention, there was nothing else that caught their attention. Not only that, but her princess dress was also tattered with holes. The dark elves believed that even though this young lady was strong, she would eventually perish to her death after facing so many cannon fodders at once without any preparations. Gazing at the young lady darting toward them with the deadly huge sword, the dark elves expected her to be caught in the slaves' encirclement and die to the countless blades.
But it was a pity that while the dark elves guessed the opening accurately, they didn't the ending.
Shira was indeed defenseless. Facing the duergars who tried to stop her, the young lady lifted her sword with a grin and swung down from above. In a loud bang, the duergars in front of her were smashed into chunks of flesh. Even though they wore steel armor that could withstand blades, they were useless against her. At the same time, the other slaves swarmed toward her, flourishing their blades at the young lady.
The sharp blades slashed her body ruthlessly—yes, her body, not her afterimage. Almost everyone witnessed a dozen weapons piercing her petite figure. If she were an ordinary human, she would be more than dead by now. But it was a pity that the slaves weren't aware that she was more than ordinary.
It was only at that moment, when Shira raised the huge sword in her hands and burst into laughter, that the slaves realized they were facing a terrifying and unimaginable enemy.
"It's not painful enough! Not enough! Use more force! More! I want more pain. Hurry. Continue! Hahaha, it's so painful, let's enjoy it together!"
Whoosh... !
Yelling like a lunatic, Shira brandished the huge sword at the slaves. In a single swing of the blade, countless severed flesh soared into the sky. In an instant, blood, flesh, and internal organs scattered, dyeing the land around her in a fan-shaped, maroon hue. The young lady paid no attention at all. She continued to flourish her sword without any intention to stop.
Again, again, and again.
She was jike a child squatting by an ant's nest on a boring afternoon and patiently squashing each ant that came out of the hole.
Finally, the slaves who were 'educated' by the dark elves to be fearless retreated cowardly. Facing the menacing iron blade, as well as the young lady whose tattered dress was drenched in blood, this was the first time the slaves withdrew from the battle. Even with the dark elves at the back lashing with long whips, berating, and hacking to death some of the unfortunate ones, it wasn't enough to hold them back. In the threat of the dark elves, some of the terror-stricken slaves even raised their weapons and retaliated!
In an instant, the situation turned even more chaotic. Shira shuttled across the battlefield with a crazy laughter as she rammed into the slaves, ripped them apart with her blade, and sunk in the joy of trampling over their corpses. It was this feeling of happiness that left the dark elves shivering in chills. Dark elves also loved massacres, but the enjoyment came from the benefits behind them because successful massacres could promote their statuses, eliminate competitors, or accomplish their family's missions. It was this feeling of satisfaction that dark elves were so passionate about in assassination and 'backstabbing'. But they didn't expect there to be someone who purely gained pleasure from slaughtering, massacring, and the process of seizing one's life. The dark elves felt chills running down their spines at the sight of Shira brandishing the blade and shredding her victims mercilessly. Her eyes glinted in joy as the slaves screamed and howled to their deaths.
"Release the explosive arrows! Aim and fire at her!"
As Shira grinned and crushed the skull of a duergar under her foot, the dark elves couldn't hold in their fear any longer. Along with this command, a dozen dark elves pulled up their hoods abruptly and reached for the exquisite bows hanging on their backs. Their poisonous arrows were useless against Shira. Even if they punctured her eye with one, the young lady would simply flip her hair and ignore it.
Shira was the perfect undead creature.
As the first prototype of an undead creature created by the Dark Dragon, Shira was provided with the advantages of all undead creatures and didn't have their weaknesses. The only issue was 'reproduction', which was why the Dark Dragon eventually gave up on the undead puppets. The Dark Dragon had hoped to come up with solutions to resolve the problems with undead creatures' reproduction. But it was a pity that it was still a tough challenge even until now.
But apart from that, Shira possessed all the merits of undead creatures.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shortly after the dark elves released the arrows, a dozen red arrows were shot toward her. In the blink of an eye, the petite young lady was devoured by the explosions and went missing in sight. Dense and black billows of smoke erupted along with the scarlet flares. Looking at this scene, many of the dark elves turned over in discomfort. They were still not used to the strong glares of the explosions. But now, as long as they could annihilate that scary enemy, they couldn't care less about it.
Black smoke enfolded the battlefield. The dark elves held their breath, staring into the smoke vigilantly. If Shira were an ordinary human, the dark elves would have been able to determine her predicament using their unique night vision. But it was a pity that the young lady was dead, to begin with. Therefore, she was no different to a pebble on the side of the path even when the night vision was used. If any of the dark elves used this method to search for Shira, the dark elf would end up in a worse death.
Is it over?
Gazing at the black, rolling smoke that hit the ceiling, the dark elves weren't certain of their chances and the unique traits of undead creatures. They stared at the black smoke and guessed in confusion. They had already figured out that Shira was an undead creature. But it was a pity that as an underground race, the dark elves had limited ways to deal with undead creatures. Of course, dark elves also owned healing spells. However, the healing spells were only effective on dark elves while acting as a curse on other creatures and would make them vomit blood. This went to show that spells that didn't consist of holy attributes were useless against undead creatures. Therefore, the dark elves could only deal with Shira using explosive arrows. After all, undead creatures were afraid of fire, weren't they?
The dark elves couldn't help but heave sighs of relief at the sight of the unchanging black smoke. But all of a sudden, they heard the sound of rasping metal.
"That is... !"
The dark elves turned ashen instantly. But before they reacted, large steel chains shot out of the smoke and instantly bound their waist! Seconds after, a dazzling blade ray enveloped their vision!
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