The Beginning of the Nightmare: Brutality

With the death of the Glue Monster, the Magic Empire once again resumed its offensive, composed of undead creatures and flying behemoths. Catherine's reputation also reached an unprecedented high during the previous battle. Although many people did not understand how she had used her trance magic to freeze the monster, they were not too puzzled—after all, as a saintess, it was perfectly normal for Catherine to possess methods and skills that surpassed theirs.

After defeating the gelatinous behemoth, Catherine retreated back to the royal city. Firstly, her mission was complete; morale at the front lines had soared to a point where further encouragement was unnecessary. Even without the military supervisors wielding whips to oversee the operations, the soldiers were working with boundless enthusiasm and conviction. Their high morale maintained the entire defensive line, giving the impression that, given sufficient supplies and circumstances, they could hold out until the end of the world. Secondly, Catherine needed to reassure the city's inhabitants, and by using the pretext of needing rest due to exhaustion, no one would be tempted to cause her trouble at this time.

Angela praised this highly.

"I love this!"

She looked at the soldiers who were working and patrolling enthusiastically with a mocking gaze.

"Look at them, Sister Suoxiate, how dazzling is the light emanating from these humans! They are so eager to live, so full of hope and drive. This flame of life and burning passion is so dazzling it's almost blinding... What could be more exhilarating than destroying them with your own hands? Utterly annihilating their hope, strangling their lives in darkness, watching their joyful smiles turn into a mixture of despair and fear—this kind of excitement surpasses ten thousand orgasms, even the purest drugs can't compare."

"Yi Aier, Kalin, and Miu'erkasi are in position."

Suoxiate did not respond to Angela's words. After spending some time with the little one, she had become quite familiar with the way the little one spoke and acted.

"Now, we're waiting for you, Miss Angela."

"Very well, leave it to me."

Angela spoke, she moved her fingers and then stretched out her jet-black wings.

"I will savor this delicious, sweet flavor and won't let anyone steal my pleasure."

Are you planning to go alone?

Having gleaned some information from Angela's words, Suoxiate asked with some confusion, to which Angela nodded affirmatively.

"Of course, torturing these fragile yet resilient lives, listening to their screams and cries before death, is a feast for me to enjoy. How can I leave it to those idiots whose heads are filled with nothing but maggots and insects? They are only fit to clean up the battlefield and salvage the mess for me. Such a fun thing is naturally not something I can miss." At this point, Angela paused, then looked at Suoxiate with a smile as bright and beautiful as the June sun.

"Well then, Sister Suoxiate, I'll leave this place to you, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Angela disappeared without a trace.

For the soldiers busy on the front lines, this was only the beginning of a nightmare.

Their enthusiastic work ethic somewhat clouded their judgment, so when Angela's petite figure appeared on the city wall, not a single person reacted. It wasn't until Angela grabbed a patrolling guard and violently tore his body apart that a piercing scream mingled with the little one's arrogant laughter, echoing along the defensive line and drawing everyone's attention. They dropped what they were doing and rushed towards the source of the screams, only recognizing her clearly when the shadows around her disappeared.

"You lowly humans, you should feel fortunate."

Angela casually tossed aside the pitiful, mutilated corpse, and looked down with a smug, arrogant, and proud expression, revealing a smile that infuriated and chilled.

"I have decided to treat you all as my most amusing toys. Until my master arrives, you will be my good way to pass the time. As lowly humans, you are worthy to be my playthings... Be grateful for my mercy, you worthless wretches!"

A beam of holy light descended from the sky, striking the spot where Angela stood. Although her words were enough to infuriate most people, the clergy, who had long experienced various wars, reacted the fastest. No matter how young Angela was, she acted like a powerful undead creature. Now, before those strange things could appear, they had to kill this dangerous being on the spot with the fastest speed and the greatest power. That was what they should do.

The holy light shot down, scattering its brilliance across the hard stone ground, but it did not strike the little creature's body. Just as the holy light struck, Angela leaped out. She did not leave as everyone expected; instead, with a tyrannical and evil smile, she jumped into the crowd and pinned the priest who had just attacked her with divine magic to the ground.

"You are utterly unworthy to oppose me... you toys."

Angela smiled contentedly, while the poor priest struggled desperately beneath her, but the little one merely pressed down gently with her hand, bringing him to a permanent halt.

"Die, you evil monster!"

The bloody and brutal scene before their eyes completely ignited the crowd's anger. They shouted and drew their weapons, charging towards the petite girl in front of them. However, for Angela, this level of attack was extremely boring and not even worth defending against.

Her jet-black wings slammed shut in an instant, effortlessly deflecting all the weapons imbued with divine power. Those seemingly fragile wings were actually a hundred times stronger than the hardest steel; everyone who swung their weapons felt as if they had struck a massive boulder. The force of the recoil even made their palms tingle slightly. Although the divine light fell once more, Angela, bathed in it, remained unharmed. She suddenly unfurled her wings, creating a powerful whirlwind that instantly blew dozens of the nearest warriors away, sending them crashing off the city walls at precise angles, smashing them into a bloody pulp at the bottom of the cliff.

But the matter did not end there. Although the warriors behind her charged just as fast, Angela merely shrugged, and then her wings began to move again. They easily wrapped around the two approaching paladins, then twisted them like a towel, leaving behind only a pile of rotting flesh and steel amidst their wails.

"Foolish, weak, and stubborn—I admire this reckless, daredevil spirit of humanity."

Angela flapped her wings again, throwing the two lumps of flesh back into the crowd. She had already intimidated most of them with her power, preventing them from advancing further. After all, ignoring holy power and effortlessly slaughtering dozens of high-ranking warriors and clergy amidst a vast army was something to be trembling with fear. Not to mention, Angela's bright red eyes now gleamed with undisguised excitement, making everyone feel like prey caught in the jaws of a ferocious beast.

Although the opponent was only one person, the pressure he brought was heavier than that of a thousand troops. Even against undead creatures, humans could still put up a fight against sheer numbers. But in this battle, they were completely unable to unleash their power. After all, Angela was all alone, surrounded by a massive army. While such an encirclement would terrify most people, it was the safest course of action for Angela. Surrounded by a dense crowd, only a limited number of people could attack her. Even if others acted rashly, the most likely outcome would be friendly fire rather than hitting the enemy. Although the archers had their longbows fully drawn, they too were afraid of harming innocent bystanders in this situation.

In contrast, Angela had no such concerns. She clapped her hands and then slowly walked forward. The paladin standing in front of her felt a powerful pressure, but he did not back down. Instead, he gripped his longsword tightly and stared intently at the girl before him. Then, his vision blurred, and an unparalleled pain came over him, completely shattering his originally strong will.

Angela's petite right hand easily pierced the other man's chest. Even the armor made of fine steel seemed as thin as paper in front of her. Instead of immediately ripping out the poor wretch's heart, Angela's hand slowly moved downwards, beginning to tear apart the poor man's body bit by bit.

"Let him go, you evil monster!!"

With a roar, weapons came flying from all directions, and holy spells rained down on Angela one after another. However, her jet-black wings faithfully carried out their mission, easily deflecting all the attacks. The Angela's screams gradually faded, and as his internal organs spilled onto the ground, his once strong body collapsed. After convulsing a few times, he fell into eternal silence.

"Whew... so fragile..."

Angela licked the blood off her hands, then looked around at her targets.

"So, who will be next? Fight back with all your might, humans!!"

Her petite figure transformed into a red whirlwind, announcing the official start of the most brutal, terrifying, and bloody massacre.