Chapter 133 : Don’t Die Here
Chapter 133: Don’t Die Here
“Move aside!”
Seeing his subordinates acting too slowly, the red-robed deacon impatiently raised his staff.
A ball of dark green corrosive poison condensed at the tip. “Die, you lowly—”
“Die your ass!”
Lilia moved.
The hardened ground beneath her feet cracked into a shallow pit as her entire body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, vanishing from her original position in an instant.
When she reappeared, she was already less than half a meter in front of the red-robed deacon.
The deacon’s pupils shrank violently.
So fast!
He instinctively tried to retreat, to hurl the poison sphere in his hand.
But it was already too late.
Lilia looked at that hideous and terrified face right before her, the corners of her lips curling into a “kind and gentle” smile.
The muscles in her slender right arm tensed instantly. Her seemingly delicate fist tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound as it smashed straight into the deacon’s face.
Bang—!!!
A dull, teeth-aching impact echoed out, overpowering even the surrounding battle cries.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Everyone watched, wide-eyed, as the red-robed deacon—who was like a divine spokesperson in their hearts—
Had his face cave in like dough at the moment of impact.
His nose bridge shattered, teeth flying everywhere.
Even his eyeballs nearly popped out from the immense pressure.
Then—
His body was sent flying like it had been struck by a speeding truck.
His feet left the ground as he was blasted backward.
He traced a parabola through the air, crashing into the altar behind him, smashing two bubbling crucibles, and finally embedding himself into the stone wall at the entrance of the ruin.
He looked like a crooked abstract painting nailed to the wall—impossible to pry off.
Dead silence.
The beastmen charging forward with raised axes froze mid-step.
The laborers carrying stones were dumbfounded.
Even the terrified children forgot to cry, staring blankly at the scene.
This silver-haired girl, who looked like she could be blown over by a gust of wind—
Had just one-punched their boss?
Lilia withdrew her fist and lightly blew on it, as if brushing off nonexistent dust.
She rolled her slightly numb wrist. The exhilaration from unleashing that power felt even better than doubling her year-end bonus.
No wonder Hera always preferred action over words.
Violence really was the most efficient way to solve problems.
“Anyone else?”
Lilia swept her gaze across the surroundings, her crimson eyes gleaming with a swelling sense of confidence. “If anyone wants overtime, come at me!”
That shout lit the fuse of a powder keg.
“She killed Lord Deacon!”
“Kill her!”
“For the new god!”
After a brief moment of shock, the surrounding believers erupted into even more frenzied roars.
Their reason had long been eroded by drugs and brainwashing—what remained now was pure killing instinct.
Enemies surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.
Not just beastmen—even the mutated laborers wielding pickaxes rushed forward with bloodshot eyes like zombies.
“Damn it…”
The aura of a master Lilia had just built instantly collapsed.
Why were all these guys charging at her?!
There were way too many!
Even if she could take one down with each strike, with several thousand of them, she’d die of exhaustion!
And that punch earlier, while satisfying, had drained a huge amount of her stamina.
“Master! Dear Demon Queen!”
Lilia weaved through the crowd with agile movements, dodging one weapon after another while wailing inwardly, “If you don’t step in soon, I’m really going to get turned into minced meat!”
No response.
Hera seemed to be telling her this way: keep going—this little scene wouldn’t kill her.
“What a trash boss!”
Lilia gritted her teeth.
Since she couldn’t escape, she could only fight.
She drew the two pitch-black short blades from her waist in a reverse grip.
At that moment, every enemy’s movement seemed to slow down by half a beat in her eyes.
Joints, throat, heart… every weak point appeared vividly, as if highlighted.
Slash—
A flash of blade light.
The foremost beastman clutched his throat and collapsed.
Lilia spun her body, dodging a sneak attack from behind, and thrust her blade into another enemy’s armpit.
Blood splattered.
There was no fear as she had imagined.
It felt good—
But there was no way she could kill them all!
More and more enemies surrounded her, her space for movement shrinking tighter and tighter.
Several times, corrosive black magic brushed past the tips of her hair.
Her stamina was draining rapidly.
Her breathing grew heavy, her lungs burning as if on fire.
At this rate, she really would die here.
Just as Lilia was about to use her trump card—【Time Stop】—to save herself at all costs—
A sudden change occurred.
In the air, which had been filled with the stench of blood and sweat—
A sweet, cloying fragrance suddenly drifted in, one that made people feel dizzy.
Immediately after—
A faint pink mist spread through the center of the crowd without warning.
It rose quickly—and thickly.
In the blink of an eye, everything around her became blurred.
“What the hell?”
Lilia stopped her movements warily, pressing her back against a large rock, gripping her short blades tightly.
Had these cultists come up with some new kind of biochemical weapon?
Those enemies who had been attacking like mad—
After inhaling the pink mist, their movements became sluggish.
The ferocious expressions on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by a strange confusion. Some even began giggling foolishly, throwing away their weapons and hugging nearby pillars, rubbing against them.
The scene was… painful to watch.
This smell…
Why did it feel a bit familiar?
Lilia wrinkled her nose.
Before she could react—
A hand suddenly reached out from the dense mist and grabbed her wrist.
That hand was cold and soft, with nails painted a seductive crimson.
Yet the grip was incredibly strong.
Lilia was given no chance to resist.
“Who?!”
She instinctively tried to slash backward.
“Shut up, idiot.”
A lazy, hoarse female voice rang out from within the pink mist, carrying a hint of exasperation, as if scolding useless iron that refused to become steel. “If you want to die, don’t die here.”
Wait…
That voice…
Lilia froze.
Before she could speak, that figure had already emerged from the mist.