Solitär

The scorching heatwave distorted the air, causing the wooden beams of the house to crackle and finally snap.

The charred wreckage fell into the ruins, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Under the barrage of magic, the village's few remaining huts were completely destroyed.

Thick smoke billowed over the village, obscuring half the sky.

The pungent smell of burning flesh mixed with the stench of blood was suffocating.

The cries of children filled the air, but were quickly silenced by another deafening explosion.

Armored soldiers roared as they surged toward one spot, their arm muscles taut to the limit, wielding sharp swords or spears.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart burned with the flames of revenge.

Not long ago, their homeland was a place of peace and prosperity, but everything changed after the appearance of the two Demons before them.

In just a few minutes, they turned this place into a living hell.

The once warmly welcoming neighbors have become charred chunks of flesh on the ground, and family members have turned into cold, lifeless bodies.

The soldiers, filled with rage and grief, fearlessly charged towards the Demons. But as a black sword flashed by, they were sliced in two, like pieces of white paper cut by scissors, along with the ground in their path. Their bodies and weapons scattered helplessly on the ground with a clanging sound.

Faced with overwhelming strength, they were completely powerless to fight back.

The few remaining soldiers picked up their weapons and charged towards another Demons. This Demons appeared to be female, wearing a floral dress that only a young girl would wear, with her hands clasped together, looking incredibly delicate.

If everyone hadn't witnessed her kill a pair of fleeing children without hesitation, they would have thought she was an innocent, harmless girl next door.

The soldier at the forefront decisively raised his sword, ready to strike and kill the inhuman Demons woman, but suddenly froze in place.

"Ah, no one knows exactly when, but their legs were all severed by a giant sword that appeared out of nowhere, leaving only smooth cuts."

The soldiers collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Hehe, how rude of you... According to your etiquette, shouldn't humans be gentler towards girls? You call that... 'cherishing beauty,' right?"

A gentle smile appeared on her face, radiant like a pure angel symbolizing all that is beautiful. But in the eyes of others, she was like the most terrifying demon from hell, chilling them to the bone.

Compared to those who openly shout and threaten to kill you, those who come to kill you with a smile are far more terrifying.

The soldiers didn't hear her words; they just screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to hold the bleeding lower limbs in their hands, but they couldn't bear the pain when they touched the large cuts.

The exposed bones of the infected person are a sight that fills one with unease.

The pain of losing a lower limb is enough to drive someone mad; the fact that they didn't faint on the spot shows their remarkable willpower.

However, the Demons girl seemed to quickly grow tired of the soldiers who ignored and trampled on her.

She reached out her hand, looked at them, and gently pressed down her arm. A dozen greatswords, carved with intricate patterns, appeared out of thin air and then pierced into the bodies of the soldiers.

In an instant, the soldiers who were struggling on the ground lost their lives.

A few breaths later, apart from the burning houses where wood crackled and popped in the flames, the land was filled with the sounds of nature.

Then no other sound came out.

The entire village was like an infernal hell, with bodies lying haphazardly on the ground. Some people still had expressions of panic on their faces before they died, while others were cut in half from behind while trying to escape, crawling towards the outside world until their last breath. The Demons, the culprits of all this, strolled among them, admiring their masterpiece.

"Solitär, you possess such immense power, yet you dare not follow me westward?"

The Demons from afar casually brushed the blood off its sword and walked towards Solitär.

He sheathed his greatsword and stood before Solitär with a cold gaze. Because he was much taller than her, he could only look down at her.

As Demons who values strength above all else, he knew very well just how powerful Solitär was.

As a powerful Demons, Solitär is even comparable to the Seven Sages of Destruction of the Demon King's realm. Even as a Sword Demons, I could never defeat her.

"Nolz, you can't be unaware, can you? In [Äußerst], there exists a being that even the Demon King Lord cannot defeat?"

"That Mage from the Mythical Era, Serie."

Solitär, her hands still clasped tightly, said this.

Her eyes reflected the gruesome corpses scattered on the ground, yet she still smiled as if nothing had happened.

For her, this was nothing more than training to repeat everyday "human behavior".

"Serie?"

Nolz remained silent for a long time, his face still showing no emotion.

"I don't know much about this person, but if she really has the strength, why doesn't she just go to the Demon King's Castle and challenge the Demon King to a duel? In my opinion, she's just all talk and no action—perhaps I alone can take care of her."

"Nolz, I advise you not to have such thoughts; you'll die a horrible death."

Solitär still had a smile on her face, as if she were having a casual conversation with him.

"That's why I've been able to live until now; I would never do something with no chance of winning."

If you're thinking of challenging Serie, that's tantamount to suicide.

... I see."

Despite saying that, Solitär could still sense the soaring fighting spirit emanating from Nolz.

"Nolz, how long have you been alive?"

"More than two hundred and thirty years, I think."

"You're so young. To have secured a place among the Demons and become a [General] at such a young age, you're truly strong... But it's no wonder, given your fearlessness."

Solitär her hands hang down naturally, turned her back, and slowly walked in the opposite direction from [Äußerst].

"As an elderly person, I sincerely advise you, don't go that way, you'll die."

She didn't turn around or stop; she just walked and talked, her tone gentle and calm.

Nolz didn't say anything more, just watched quietly as Solitär walked away and finally disappeared into the forest.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and walked away towards [Äußerst].