Chapter 127 : So It Can Be Used Like This
Chapter 127: So It Can Be Used Like This
“I’m innocent! Just washing your clothes and cooking for you every day is enough to break my back, okay?!”
“If Master wants to eat cake, I’ll make it when we get back.”
Although Lilia was explaining herself, her body was doing something entirely different.
Bang!
The massive boulder beneath her feet shattered into powder instantly.
“Enemy attack——!!”
The escort team of the Immortality Society finally reacted. Countless fireballs and arrows poured down like a torrential storm.
Hera let out a cold snort.
Lilia’s body twisted midair.
Shadow Step (Intermediate) was executed by Hera with the full-level sensation of “I am the shadow itself.”
“Slow down, I’m going to get motion sickness!”
Lilia wanted to vomit, but her body landed gracefully in front of a heavily armored infantryman wielding a massive shield.
It was a modified monster nearly three meters tall, its entire body embedded with iron armor, holding an enormous shield.
Hera controlled Lilia’s hand and lightly placed it on the monster’s shoulder.
“Roar——!!”
The monster let out a deafening roar, attempting to crush this tiny insect with its shield.
But in the next second, the roar turned into a shrill scream.
“Crack.”
Lilia clearly saw that Hera had forcibly “dislocated” the monster’s entire shoulder blade from its joint socket!
Along with that thick arm, it drooped limply like a noodle.
Lilia’s palm slid downward.
Another teeth-grinding “crack.”
The three-meter giant instantly collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over.
But this was only the beginning.
Hera seemed to treat Lilia’s body as a novel toy, enthusiastically testing the limits of every skill.
[Maid’s Monstrous Strength (Beginner)] was used by her to flick the forehead of this monster like a “brain flick,” directly knocking out an assassin trying to sneak attack.
[Hidden Weapon Mastery] was used even more creatively—Lilia even saw her casually grab a handful of gravel from the ground and shatter more than a dozen magic crystal lamps used for lighting.
In just three minutes.
The originally imposing hundred-man escort team had already fallen by more than half.
There weren’t many bloody scenes—most people were dislocated inexplicably or had their tendons precisely severed.
Hera clearly didn’t want to dirty Lilia’s freshly changed clothes.
Until an old man emanating a rotting aura slowly walked out from the rear of the group.
He raised a withered bone staff. The surrounding space began to distort, and countless black wailing souls surged forth, forming a massive phantom skull that pressed toward Lilia with a devouring force.
This was fifth-tier black magic—[Undead Tide].
Even a regular army unit of a hundred men would instantly be reduced to skeletons under this attack.
Lilia’s soul instinctively trembled.
It was suppression on the level of life itself.
【Oh?】
【I originally planned to keep playing a bit longer…】
She controlled Lilia and stopped.
There was no evasion, no defense.
She simply stood there quietly, facing the overwhelming tsunami of undead.
【Since you’re so eager to die…】
Lilia’s gaze fell upon the golden icon flashing at the bottom-right of her vision.
It was the divine skill she had just obtained last night, regarded as her life-saving trump card.
[Time Stop].
With a thought from Hera—
The world turned into black and white.
The howling wind, the wails of the undead, even the terrified neighs of distant warhorses—all vanished in that instant.
Everything was sealed within motionless amber.
That massive skull phantom stopped less than ten centimeters from Lilia’s nose, every strand of black mist frozen in midair like a bizarre oil painting.
The ferocious and triumphant smile on the old man’s face also froze in that moment.
【Hmm… not bad.】
Hera controlled Lilia, strolling leisurely through the frozen world.
She walked around the skull and arrived before the black-robed old man.
Hera extended her hand, pulling a dagger inlaid with poisonous gemstones from the old man’s waist.
She gently pressed it against the old man’s own throat.
After finishing, Hera glanced at the countdown on the System panel.
【Remaining time: 55 seconds】
【I see…】
Hera pondered.
【It doesn’t need to be used all at once. It can be interrupted at any time… quite a convenient ability.】
The next second.
The golden icon dimmed.
Color returned to the world.
Sound flooded back like a tidal wave.
“Die—ugh?!”
The black-robed old man’s roar was cut off halfway.
His eyes widened in terror as he looked at the dagger in his own hand, which had somehow pierced his own throat.
Black poisonous blood gushed out.
The massive skull lost its magical support and collapsed in front of Lilia, dispersing into a harmless cool breeze that lifted her silver bangs.
“Thud.”
The old man’s corpse fell stiffly to the ground.
Eyes wide open in death.
Silence engulfed the scene.
The remaining guards looked like ducks with their throats seized, staring dumbfounded at what had just happened.
They hadn’t even seen what occurred.
All they felt was a blur before their eyes—the terrifying maid had already “teleported” in front of the steward, and then… the steward had committed suicide?
【How boring.】
A hint of disinterest seeped into Hera’s voice.
【You handle the remaining trash yourself.】
As her words fell—
Lilia felt that overwhelming will controlling her body recede like a tide.
She staggered, nearly losing her balance.
She panted heavily, bracing herself on her knees, staring at the mess covering the ground.
That brief few minutes of first-person experience just now was ten thousand times more shocking than every special-effects blockbuster she had ever seen in her life.
Too strong.
So strong it made one despair—yet also made one… unable to resist wanting to sink into it.
“A demon… she’s a demon!!”
The few surviving guards finally broke down, throwing away their weapons and crying as they fled deeper into the canyon.
Lilia didn’t chase them.
She didn’t have the strength to.
Although Hera used finesse, that level of high-intensity burst still placed a heavy burden on this body.
She straightened up and shook her slightly numb wrist.
Her gaze passed over the scattered corpses and goods, landing on the surviving carriages.
The black cloth coverings had already been blown away by the aftermath of the battle.
Dozens of massive iron cages were exposed under the moonlight.