Lia Again

The towering Demons stood outside the collapsed house, coldly watching the man at his feet.

Behind him, corpses lay scattered on the ground.

The corpses all had very conspicuous long, pointed ears, which undoubtedly indicated that this was an Elf.

The Demons also had many wounds on his body. He tried to use his Mana to heal himself, but he could not return to his peak condition in a short time.

"You are indeed very strong... It's just a pity that with this level of skill, you're not strong enough to defeat me."

He looked down at the man at his feet who was staring at him with resentment, and spoke in a flat tone, devoid of any emotion.

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The man opened his mouth with difficulty, but no words came out.

His body was covered in gruesome wounds, and blood was flowing from his abdomen. His left hand had also been cut off. He had no strength left to speak, nor could he say anything more.

As the strongest warrior in the village, he ultimately failed to protect anyone.

"Dad!"

A sharp, tearful voice came from not far away.

The moment he heard that cry, the man's heart sank into an ice cave. He turned his head in disbelief to look at the blonde girl.

"Lia... you... why didn't you run! Why...?"

With each word he uttered, he would cough up a lot of blood, and in the end, he could no longer utter even the slightest sound.

He stared at the girl with resentment, his eyes bloodshot and bulging as if they were about to explode.

He had thought that at least he could save his daughter... he had at least bought her enough time...

But now, everything he's done has lost its meaning.

These Demons will not let their Demon King go; he has already given the order to kill all the Elves.

Their branch migrated to this area to escape the pursuit of the Demons, but they still couldn't escape the cruel joke of fate.

"How foolish... If we keep running towards [Äußerst] like this, even I will have to give up the hunt for her."

Nolz kicked the man away and walked towards the Elven Girl. The man was already dead, so there was no need to waste his energy fighting him. He gripped his greatsword tightly in his thick right hand, and a murderous aura emanated from his body, like an Abyss Asura preparing to deal with this escaped fish.

But before he could take more than a few steps, he felt his feet being held back.

"Run!" The man grabbed Nolz's foot with his only remaining right hand and bit down on it.

This was the only futile struggle he could muster at the moment; he would try even if it only delayed the other party for a second.

Nolz paused, merely glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, without speaking. With a casual swing of his greatsword, he mercilessly pierced the man's heart, blood gushing onto the blade, like the ending of a tragedy.

"No!"

The moment Lia saw her father killed by the Demons, her pupils contracted instantly, and a wave of pain washed over her.

An extremely powerful Mana erupted from her body, shaking the forest violently. The powerful Mana fluctuations even made Nolz change color.

"They actually possess such powerful Mana... What a bunch of foolish Elves! If I had properly trained and instructed her, I might not have been able to defeat you all today without Solitär."

Despite being surprised by the other's amazing talent, Nolz still didn't take Lia seriously.

Although her total Mana was astonishing, the constant ripples in her Mana reflected her very rough control over it. Clearly, she hadn't trained properly, and at this level, she posed no threat to him.

Immersed in the rage of losing her loved ones, Lia had clearly lost her rationality, her eyes filled only with overflowing hatred. A vast amount of Mana, like a tidal wave, poured down on Nolz without reservation, only to be dodged by him time and time again.

Lia obviously didn't know any offensive magic. In the past, although her family and tribe discovered her talent, they didn't intend to train her to be a warrior. Instead, they protected her well and let her live a peaceful life. Growing up in such an environment, Lia naturally had no practical combat experience and had never learned any offensive magic. The only magic she knew was Defensive Magic taught to her by the village priest, which she used to protect herself.

"Oh."

Nolz sneered, his eyes filled with disdain as he watched Lia, who was haphazardly condensing her Mana into a ball and throwing it at him like a pebble.

That precious Mana was being wasted meaninglessly by her; one could easily dodge her attacks with just a few casual dodges.

How pathetic... Such a weak being, even if it doesn't die by its own hand, it will die somewhere else sooner or later.

He had no patience to continue entangled with Lia; annihilating an Elf was already an unexpected bonus of his trip.

If she had left with Solitär that day, she wouldn't have had the chance to have such a satisfying battle.

His original plan was to capture [Äußerst].

But that day, as he approached the fortress, he suddenly felt Serie's terrifying pressure, which covered the entire city and soared into the sky, even extending far beyond the city walls.

"Is that the Serie that Solitär mentioned?"

Although he had never seen Serie, and had no reason to believe that this was the Mana emanating from Serie.

But at that moment, he fully realized that he had absolutely no chance of defeating the being inside the city.

Demons are the race that cherishes their lives the most, and would never do anything that would inevitably lead to their death.

Nolz was no exception.

Upon realizing this, he stopped approaching [Äußerst] and instead turned back to return to the Demon King's Army's army camp. It was on this return journey that he unexpectedly encountered this Elf settlement...

As Lia's Mana dwindled, her attacks felt like soft cotton, causing no real pain or itch on Nolz.

He approached Lia step by step, and amidst her despairing and resentful gaze, he raised his weapon and slashed down with great force.

Lia's feet seemed to be rooted to the spot; under Nolz's oppressive aura, she was completely unable to move and could only watch helplessly as the blade approached her head.

"Clang!"

The sound of clashing swords echoed through the forest. At the critical moment, an Alchemy Longsword slashed from the side, deflecting the trajectory of Nolz's sword.

Galan's figure flashed out of the forest like a ghost, grabbed Lia around the waist, and pulled her away to a distance.

His gaze was unwavering, his long sword held horizontally in his hand, fixed on Nolz, who stood rooted to the spot.