Aitaljia, having devoured one Fallen One, seemed to have grown slightly stronger. She charged into the Fallen Ones, who had been waiting in battle formation, and began a one-sided slaughter.
Most of these Fallen Ones no longer retained memories of having once been human, yet they instinctively rushed toward Aitaljia.
Was it to protect Nami Village?
Or was it the instinct from when they had been human, driving them to their deaths?
Perhaps it was both.
"Stop! Aitaljia!"
Riko ran in front of a Fallen One and spread her arms wide.
At the sight of this, Aitaljia stopped abruptly. Her scarlet claws halted three inches before Riko's face as she asked coldly, "Do you want to die?"
"I know about your past, but there should be a better solution. Killing can never solve the problem. They... may not be innocent, but they have also lived in pain all this time!" Riko cried. "I know we haven't known each other long. We only shared one meal of grilled meat together, but please, don't continue this meaningless slaughter! Please!"
Upon hearing this, Aitaljia's gaze flickered, but the killing intent in her eyes did not diminish. Instead, it grew even sharper—
The meaning of her life was to avenge her mother!
Friends—
She longed for them, but she also believed that someone like her could never have any normal friends!
Thus, she leaped over Riko. Her four arms and twelve claws swiftly sliced through the Fallen Ones' bodies, continuously stuffing them into her mouth.
Revenge!
Continue!
"Then I can only stop you!" Riko glanced at Zhou Qing, Dugu Bo, and Romantina in the distance. Seeing that none of them moved, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the White Whistle hanging around her neck.
At that very instant, Mithras's soul phantom appeared in Riko's