Chapter 71 – Queen or Death
"Be our queen... or be destroyed."
That sentence slipped once again from the lips of Fayzehl, the deranged scientist. His hollow eyes betrayed no emotion—like cracked glass, reflecting no life. His voice was flat, heavy, as if playing from a broken record stuck repeating the same threat.
I stared at him lazily, one hand resting on my hip, head tilted slightly. "Heh... Obviously not," I said with a cold grin. "Why would I submit myself to your king, who doesn’t even dare to show himself? If you want to destroy me... go ahead and try."
His gaze darkened. No warning. No pleasantries. Just one sentence:
"Then don’t blame me."
At once, the fog in the room surged. Sickening footsteps echoed from every direction. From the metallic and rotten-smelling mist, his creations emerged—abominations that defied natural law.
Some had three heads, each with uneven, blunt teeth and mouths that oozed acidic slime. Others were hybrid monstrosities of man and mutated beasts—zombies with human torsos and spider legs, crawling up walls with unnatural motion.
But to me? They were nothing.
I stepped forward—light but lethal. My claws sliced through the air, leaving behind black trails like death ink. My Abyss Chain hissed violently, whipping through the air and snapping around one creature’s neck, tearing it in half before its blood could hit the ground.
Their screeches pierced the air—but I remained calm. Elegant. As if dancing on stage in a choreographed performance—this was a death symphony I’d composed over countless battles.
One minute. Just one minute was all I needed to reduce the entire army to piles of steaming flesh and organs.