Chapter 829

The impact of the fall crushed the earth, melting it into waves of lava that scattered everywhere.

The sorcerers hastily retreated, stretching out their arms to create rock walls or spewing freezing cold to block the lava. However, a couple of sorcerers who couldn’t react in time were engulfed by the searing lava, letting out agonizing screams as they writhed on the ground.

“Gyaaaaaah!”

“My stomach, it’s melting…!”

Melted skin and flesh mixed with reddish mucus, dripping down, while exposed organs shriveled in the rising flames.

Blood boiled and steamed, and regurgitated stomach acid turned into vomit, pouring out from their lipless mouths.

In an instant, the two bodies turned into something resembling roasted meat porridge. It was a gruesome death, the kind you’d expect to see in the depths of hell, but no one present could spare a moment to care about their demise.

Not even Ima-ra, nor the other sorcerers who were their comrades. The luxury of leisurely watching the dead meat was as extravagant as building a mansion out of gold for them now.

– Thud.

In the crater where remnants of lava flowed, a figure cloaked in flames and steam, with glowing blue eyes, drew a sword from their waist.

The Kagan Slayer. The Traitor Wolf, Ai-shan Gi-or Ha-shal-leur.

ᠠ ᠪ ᡴ ᠠ ᡤ ᡳ ᠰ ᠠ ᡴ ᠠ

The Demon Who Kills Heaven.

She was the living embodiment of a funeral dirge, an inescapable death sentence.

“What are you lowlifes plotting, gathered together like this?”

Ha-shal-leur looked up at the sorcerers, then leaped from the crater, landing lightly in front of them. The sorcerers’ pupils trembled violently.

“And you dare do it within my line of sight.”

A crimson mist of life force began to rise, swirling over the scales of her Winter Armor.

The sorcerers felt as if a giant wolf was growling at their necks, ready to sink its fangs in.

“Retreat! Scatter and flee!”

The high-ranking sorcerer in charge bit his lip, trying to shake off the fear as he shouted the order to scatter like insects.

“If you just stand there, you’ll all die!”

He knew their place well.

Even if they all coordinated like brothers born at the same time, defeating this monster was impossible, let alone injuring her.

That’s why he ordered the retreat.

“Do you think running will save you?”

Of course, it was meaningless.

– Splat.

The sound of wet flesh touching and separating.

Two split brains fell among the severed intestines, sliding over the spilled feces.

The high-ranking sorcerer, desperately casting spells to buy time, was split in half by a flash of blue light before he could even realize what had happened.

“Gyaaaaah!”

The sorcerers’ morale plummeted to the depths of the earth as they saw their commander split from head to groin.

The seventeen remaining sorcerers scattered in all directions, screaming like ducks.

“To retreat without even answering is beyond disrespectful.”

Ha-shal-leur, who had split the high-ranking sorcerer with her Reversed Heaven sword, chuckled at their disgraceful display and charged forward.

To hunt down every single one of the fleeing prey.

—

“Uh…”

Ima-ra couldn’t believe her eyes.

She couldn’t tell if what she was seeing was reality or if she had fallen under some illusion-casting spell without realizing it.

‘Sister Ha-shal-leur…? Is that really her?’

She had heard stories of her defeating her father, Kagan Or-han, but Ima-ra, not being a warrior by nature, hadn’t truly understood what that meant.

Until now.

“Gweeeek!”

With a light stomp, dozens of blood-red spikes shot out from the shadows, impaling a sorcerer who was fleeing on all fours like a wolf.

He was fast, but not fast enough to outrun the shadows.

“Kyaaaaah! It’s hot, so hot!”

Flames erupted from her outstretched right hand, incinerating a female sorcerer who tried to block her with a flock of crows.

The heat that could melt rock in an instant. Even in sorcery, Ha-shal-leur was overwhelmingly superior.

“Damn it, it’s do or die now!”

A burly sorcerer, realizing escape was impossible, turned around.

Crossing his arms and slashing downward, a translucent figure resembling a bear’s paw appeared like a ghost, swinging its claws.

A powerful necromantic spell, his specialty, capable of tearing apart even seasoned warriors.

The rough, ferocious momentum of a wild beast. The ground split like tofu under the claws. Human flesh would be shredded by the mere air pressure.

But.

“Interesting.”

To Ha-shal-leur, it was just a slightly interesting technique.

Durandal, swung in an arc above her head, shattered the bear’s paw like glass, and the following ice blade pierced the sorcerer’s face, exiting through the back of his head.

“Gurgle…”

“In the end, that’s all it was.”

Ha-shal-leur swung her left arm, throwing the man with a hole in his face at another sorcerer, then charged forward, kicking a middle-aged man who had reflexively caught his comrade’s corpse.

– Boom!

The middle-aged man’s upper body exploded like a water balloon, spraying a shower of blood.

Overwhelming power. To Ha-shal-leur, human flesh was as fragile as cotton candy.

“――.”

A masked sorcerer, covered in a hood and mask, muttered an incantation in an inaudible voice.

High-level sorcery, Shadow Shift.

Sinking into the ground, the masked man reappeared from Ha-shal-leur’s shadow, silently slashing down with a dagger charged with lightning―

“Predictable.”

In the next moment, Ha-shal-leur’s backhand strike turned the masked man’s head into powder.

The headless body stumbled like a drunkard, convulsing and wetting itself before collapsing.

A high-ranking sorcerer, capable of handling two or three paladins, met a ridiculous and ugly end.

—

The sorcerers, facing the calamity of the Heavenly Demon, desperately resisted and fled, but none of them achieved survival.

A charge that shattered the earth. A blade swung at invisible speeds. Strength that made human flesh burst on contact. Flames with heat surpassing high-level sorcery.

Add to that armor and blessings that blocked most attacks, and demon resistance and holy marks that nullified curses and binding spells. There was no way for them to survive.

Like stalks of grain waiting helplessly for the harvest, they were hunted down one by one in their meaningless flight.

Ima-ra watched all the deaths with dazed eyes.

The overwhelming power of her half-sister, far beyond what she had vaguely imagined.

‘…Is that really human strength?’

Ima-ra, unaware of the power of warriors who had transcended limits, had mistaken the Realm of Heroes for something like a paladin with unique abilities…

But Ha-shal-leur’s power was closer to a natural disaster in human form.

Even her expression and demeanor suggested she wasn’t even trying, just playing around.

So, twenty sorcerers, including high-ranking ones, were nothing more than toys for her to enjoy briefly.

‘How can such power exist…?’

Ha-shal-leur’s fight was a shock to Ima-ra, more so than the moment she saw the grotesque face of the jailer.

‘……Amazing.’

Watching Ha-shal-leur effortlessly crush human bodies into dust, Ima-ra felt a strange heat rising in her chest, spreading through her body like blooming petals.

A hazy mind and a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen.

Perhaps because of the heat filling her chest and spreading throughout her body, Ima-ra thought her breath felt as hot as flames.

The instincts of a warrior of the Great Plains, a girl of the Ka`har, had awakened fully in the face of a transcendent powerhouse far beyond her common sense.