Camp (Continued)

The man had clearly misjudged the situation; faced with Maria's composure, he only instinctively felt anger and disgust.

Although Maria did not have the Sarkaz's signature cursed Blackhorn, her white hair was undoubtedly proof of the Blood Demon.

The stereotypes about the Blood Demon —cannibalism, violence, and a thirst for killing—are deeply ingrained in his very being.

This filled him with hostility when he saw Maria.

Even though Maria was fully capable of killing him just now, she chose to simply repel him.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers, who rushed over one by one. In just a few breaths, Maria was surrounded.

The heavy, savage breathing was unsettling.

The little girl lying on the ground bit her lip tightly, not daring to make the slightest sound.

But soon, a gentle female voice slowly drifted out.

"Don't move..."

As she spoke, she slowly pulled a broken sword from beside the girl.

This was supposed to be a two-handed sword, but Maria's slender body easily lifted it with one hand, and then she looked around.

"I may not have told you this before, but now I can give you a chance... I don't want to do anything meaningless. Leave now, and I can..."

"Shut up, Blood Demon!"

The man who appeared to be the heaviest equipped gritted his teeth, growled, and drew his crossbow, aiming it at Maria.

His blood-stained body made it difficult for him to breathe, and his vision was blurry when he aimed.

Even so, the resentment on his face was genuine.

"People like you shouldn't even exist in this world!"

Go to hell!

He roared and decisively pulled the trigger.

The powerful kinetic energy propelled the crossbow bolt forward, and in the blink of an eye, it reached Maria.

Then...

Maria ruthlessly avoided him.

Maria's expression didn't even change from beginning to end; her calm gaze sent a chill down the spines of every soldier.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Maria did not attack. She simply stood there, watching the crowd's clownish attacks without flinching.

But soon, the anger born of their ignorance surged into their hearts, and their raging fury made them all pick up weapons and try to attack Maria.

But the sounds of their teammates in the distance forced them to stop.

"Damn it! That Blood Demon is out! Run!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Various voices rang out, and the soldiers surrounding Maria were stunned for a moment. After hesitating for a while, they gritted their teeth... Even though Maria hadn't even retaliated, they stared at Maria with an unforgivable hatred for Maria, then left.

The carnage on the battlefield finally ceased for a moment.

Maria was stunned for a moment upon seeing this strange scene, but after a while, she decided not to pursue it. She lowered her head slightly and looked at the girl who was now pale with fright.

"They're gone... You can get up now."

"..."

The little girl twitched involuntarily when she heard Maria's voice.

After a while, when she really couldn't hear any more noise around her, she cautiously raised her head.

Tears had long since soaked her face, mixing with blood and dirt, staining her round little face.

When she saw Maria's outstretched hand, she was so frightened that she shuddered.

Fortunately, the gentle wiping eased her fear.

Maria did not lay a hand on her or anything.

The girl stared blankly at the woman in front of her, whose face was expressionless, as she leaned against the dim sky, calmly gazing at her.

Then... he slowly lifted himself up and walked step by step toward the gradually gathering troops in the distance.

That slender hand held her hand the whole time...

"Those damned bastards... I'd only been gone a short while, and they caught up with me like wild dogs. I knew I shouldn't have shown them any mercy!"

The woman in white was gritting her teeth, desperately trying to heal those still breathing at the scene.

Although she was cursing, she didn't dare stop her kung fu for a moment.

Simple needle and thread danced in her hands like butterflies.

After getting a few more stitches, looking at the man's stomach with a large gash, she gritted her teeth and resolutely got up.

The woman beside her looked up in a daze.

"Doctor..."

"Saving him will take too long... I need to go save the others."

Initial estimates suggest that there are more than fifty injured people in the surrounding area, with more than a dozen suffering fatal injuries.

She was the only one here who knew a little about medicine... From the beginning, she knew that most of these people would die because she wouldn't be able to save them in time, but even so, she still did her best.

The man's wound was simply too large... She knew she was capable of saving him, but the effort it would take would have been enough to save at least three other injured people!

So no matter how much the woman pleaded and cried, she remained unmoved and ran towards another patient.

As a doctor, she had long since desecrated her own identity... Faced with her patients, she chose to give up.

Not far from her, the crowd continued to weep, and their roars still echoed through the group.

Many who were originally peaceful were now filled with resentment towards the relentless pursuing soldiers... She knew it was futile, such actions were meaningless.

But what can she do?

She was just a Blood Demon who had lived for many years, but what lay before everyone was the hatred that the Sarkaz and other races had accumulated over thousands of years.

There's nothing she can do.

At that moment, a gasp suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Audena?! You're still alive?!"

A surprised exclamation rang out, and that name instantly relieved the pressure on the Blood Demon.

She shouted loudly without even looking up.

"Audena! Over here!"

Soon, a familiar female voice rang out, slightly trembling.

"I am here, Ms. Warfarin."

"I told you not to call me that in such a formal way... I know I'm not popular. What are they calling me? A bloodsucking sandworm? Oh well, who cares? That's secondary. Go and stop the bleeding for those seriously injured guys over there... Ignore their cursing. The more they curse, the more energetic they are."

"If they start to shut up, give them a few punches... No matter what they say, just don't let them fall silent!"

"There are others... Tell them to stop making noise, stay still, I'll try my best to save them..."

The Blood Demon's voice grew increasingly weary and suppressed as he spoke.

She knew her actions were inappropriate, but at this moment, the only thing she could do was to preserve the Sarkaz race's vitality as much as possible.

This time, the war they face is on an unprecedented scale...

Yes, ma'am!

A small response quickly rang out, and soon the girl ran out.

At this moment, the young Blood Demon woman Warfarin, also struggled to her feet, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and instinctively ran in another direction.

But right in front of her, the tall woman quietly watched her.

"Is there something you need?"

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Warfarin instantly became alert.

But after a moment, he let go again.

She had just thought Maria was Blood Demon... Warfarin knew that she was an anomaly among Blood Demon; the wild beasts with an uncontrollable craving for blood were the norm for the Blood Demon community.

But clearly, Maria is not Blood Demon... or at least not a pure-blooded Blood Demon.

She only had the Blood Demon's distinctive white hair, but not Blood Demon signature red eyes.

At this moment, Warfarin obviously did not realize who the person in front of her was. She simply frowned and then turned around and walked away from Maria.

"I still need to save people... Don't stop me if you don't have to."

She then gave Maria a small push to express her dissatisfaction.

This action made Maria frown.

However, she wasn't angry; she just looked at the other person's slightly trembling hand without saying a word.

The rescue operation continued until sunset before finally coming to a halt.

Although Warfarin had done everything in its power, even so, in addition to those who died on the spot, more than twenty people died in front of her because of the lack of timely treatment.

Many of these cases were treated with simple stitches, but she decided against further resuscitation efforts because it would take too long.

As it turned out, she was right... Although it was very heartless, she did save nearly a dozen lives by voluntarily giving up a few people.

Maria saw all of this.

But just because Maria can see all of this doesn't mean the others in the team can understand it.

Many of those who had lost loved ones threw anything they could get their hands on at Warfarin.

Warfarin did not resist; he simply stood there, angrily exchanging insults with the group.

The noise and accusations subsided only when the moon was high in the sky. In their place came the hastily buried corpses and the procession that, after being organized, set off again.

"A bunch of heartless bastards! I saved so many lives!"

Warfarin followed at the back of the group for a short distance, keeping pace with Maria.

She dragged an unidentified corpse beside her, drawing blood from its still somewhat viable body, and continued to follow the group.

Those she rescued were not safe... In fact, Warfarin knew that many of them would die on the way for various reasons... She couldn't just let these people, who had no fighting ability, run around on their own.

Seeing Maria turn her head away, she also pursed her lips, took out a bottle of what looked like fresh blood from her backpack, and handed it to Maria.

Are you hungry?

"... I am not the Blood Demon."

"Of course I know, it's just that this is all the food I have here."

Warfarin spoke, he didn't put the Blood Vial back in his backpack, but instead continued walking while pouring the blood into his mouth...

This blood might have come from enemies, or it might have come from the recently deceased relatives of the people standing before her... but none of that mattered to Warfarin.

She was hungry, but she couldn't attack these people directly, so she had no choice but to fill her stomach with the blood of the dead.

This is somewhat difficult to describe in a technical sense, but for Warfarin, this is life.

She saves those she can, and those who have died are her food.

This is the best solution right now... As for considering the feelings of relatives...

What does it matter to her? She's done what she could. She can't be expected to starve herself to the point of near blindness and randomly attack people while trying to take care of others, can she?

Although she's not a combatant, if a fight really broke out, none of the people here could stop her.

Only...

While drinking the blood plasma, Warfarin glanced at Maria beside him.

"I just arrived."

"Are you Sarkaz?"