Mage, Save Me!

Watching Shana charge into the light of a certain survivor, she moved as if through empty space, knocking down one person with a single strike.

The "Mage" felt his own mind go a bit blank.

He vaguely felt as if he might have picked the wrong opponent.

"What are you still standing there for!? Hurry up and attack! We have the numbers; we can definitely take them down!"

The survivor who had been aggressively invaded by Shana watched his servants being knocked down one by one, his face instantly turning anxious. He turned his head to look behind him, only to find that his group was actually just standing there in a daze!

Following his angry roar, the group finally snapped out of it and began to counterattack.

At this moment, there were four survivors attacking Shana, and including the people they held, there were seventeen in total.

Yet, in the few seconds they had spent stunned, Shana had already completely defeated one survivor and his subordinates, throwing their offensive rhythm into chaos.

"Finally got it."

Shana clutched the Hurricane Lamp in her hand; this item was extremely important to her. Otherwise, she would have been forced to move within the range of Colin's light, unable to truly unleash her own combat power.

After kicking these people into the range of Colin's light with a few heavy thuds, she launched a fierce assault on them once again!

With four times the strength of an ordinary person, Shana was not simply a case of one plus one.

If an ordinary person could normally throw a punch with fifty kilograms of force, then every punch she threw now was two hundred kilograms.

If she didn't restrain herself and aimed for vital parts, a single punch was enough to kill a person.

For her, even after casting protection for everyone and having to hold the Hurricane Lamp in one hand, she could still fight the opponent until they were unable to counterattack!

"'Mage', save me!"

A lord could no longer hold on, his face full of terror as he watched Shana easily tear through their defensive line.

His two Tier 1 servants hadn't even lasted a single move under her hands!

Especially one of the servants, whose strength had reached 2.0, yet even he wasn't a match for a single exchange!

The hell is this a healer?!

This is no damn healer!

At this moment, all of them felt as if they had fallen for Colin's "treachery."

It was all that bastard's misdirection, making them think Shana was the weakest soft persimmon on the field, never expecting her to be a man-eating hard bone!

At this moment, the survivor turned his head to send a distress signal to the "Mage" big shot.

But in the next second, his body went limp, and he collapsed on the spot, falling together with his four servants.

The Hurricane Lamp in his hand was snatched away by Shana and placed on the ground.

Shana did not intend to kill this person; everything would be handled by Lord Colin shortly.

She knew very well that lords could plunder each other, and these "high-quality" servants were excellent spoils of war in themselves.

Then, Shana turned to look at the "Mage," holding the Hurricane Lamp in one hand and the Bible containing the ramming horn in the other, hooking the iron chain on her wrist to the book to prevent it from slipping, and then rushed over quickly.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

The "Mage" cursed under his breath. He couldn't see the attributes of others' subordinates and didn't know exactly what Shana's attributes were at this moment.

But judging by her performance, the opponent's strength was likely close to 3, or had even reached 3!

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to crush them so easily.

Immediately, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You forced my hand!"

After speaking, he growled, "Eat the mushrooms!"

The five servants belonging to him trembled upon hearing this, a trace of despair appearing in their eyes, but they executed the order without hesitation.

Around their necks, each of them wore a red mushroom hanging from a string.

[Flesh Mushroom: A mushroom that grows by absorbing twisted flesh and blood. It allows those with less than 2 points of strength to unleash a massive, hundred-percent boost, but their sanity, spirit, intelligence, etc., will drop by ninety-five percent. At the same time, servants under this effect cannot be stunned.]

[Description: A red mushroom that doesn't look particularly outstanding.]

[Note: Half an hour after use, those with an initial constitution below 2 will die in extreme agony; those above 2 will fall into a state of "feeble-mindedness," "weakness," etc., for one hour, with the effect weakening according to the constitution value.]

Clearly, the servants didn't have initial constitution or endurance values above 2, so the only result of them eating this thing was death.

But a lord's command could not be defied, even if they resisted it deeply, and even if they didn't feel any loyalty at all.

A bitter, fishy, and nauseating taste spread in their mouths. As the sounds of swallowing echoed, they simultaneously felt a surge of fire rise in their stomachs.

This made them quickly feel their blood pressure spike, their eyes bloodshot, the veins on their foreheads bulging, and their hearts filled with endless rage, wanting to tear apart everything they saw.

A thin leash still bound them, keeping them standing in place like human-shaped beasts chained up.

Once released, it would be impossible to ever pull them back.

"You deserve to die!"

Shana's usually gentle voice was somewhat hoarse. She couldn't see the information about those mushrooms, but she could vaguely sense it.

These people who had eaten the mushrooms could no longer be saved.

In this instant, she couldn't help but think of Colin; as a fellow lord, he gave even his servants basic human respect.

One who treated people as disposable tools.

"Kill her!"

The Mage felt his heart skip a beat as he met those icy eyes, and he hurriedly shouted the command.

After consuming the mushrooms, the servants could reach a maximum strength of 2.5, which, in his view, should have been more than enough to deal with her.

Not long ago, he had killed that Aberration wizard wearing mage robes precisely because he had discovered these mushrooms beforehand and traded the lives of many servants to do it.

Since the opening of the trading market today, whenever he encountered an Aberration that was too powerful, he would use this tactic, reaping rich rewards every single time without fail.

As for the lives of those servants, there were plenty available on the trading market, so he felt no heartache whatsoever.

This time, he expected the result to be the same; it was just a pity that once they ate the mushrooms, they became uncontrollable, and that woman was destined to be torn to shreds by these frenzied servants.

However, he did not expect that the scene before his eyes would remain the same: mere rabble.

His "army" of berserkers was like paper cutouts, knocked down one by one by that woman with a single strike each.

Because they could not be knocked unconscious, she used an even more brutal method, shattering their leg bones to ensure they completely lost the ability to move.

At this moment, he even began to suspect that the mushrooms he had given them were expired.

"Damn it! How is she so troublesome!"

The Mage, not knowing what else to think, scrambled to pull a Parchment from his backpack, wanting to trade for a massive number of servants from the market to use his "self-created" zerg-rush strategy.

But just as he opened the trading market, a hand grabbed his wrist bone.

Snap.

"Ah!"

With almost no resistance, his bone was snapped clean by the other party. As his wrist was released, he screamed and pulled his hand back, kneeling on the ground while clutching his wrist.

What made his heart sink even further was the icy voice that came from before him.

"You can die now."

Hearing this, he ignored the pain and looked up, wanting to beg for mercy.

But in a flash of white light, he suddenly saw a large spray of blood droplets in the air, saw some bone fragments, and then, he saw another... eyeball?

That eyeball, with its nerves still attached to a piece of muscle, was also slowly flying through the air. As it flew, it slowly rotated inward, and from the reflection in that eyeball, he saw—

A bloody corpse with its head exploding.

It was wearing a tattered set of mage robes.

With a thud, the Mage collapsed to the ground, twitching unconsciously, but after a few spasms, he went still.